blackfoxriot:

Gentle reminder: To identify as Two-Spirited is to identify as Native American and outside the gender binary. Please do not disrespect that it is a part of being First Nations and queer and that identity is important to us.

A less gentle reminder: Spirit Animals are fucking sacred, don’t use them for just anything. I don’t care how much you identify with the thing, unless you are using the term properly you are being disrespectful.

PSA by a First Nations person, thank you for your time.

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nathanielbarton:

To Each His Own, Chapter 13 by shadesfalcon

She’d been following him through the hallways without comment, just tailing along behind in her distinctive silence. Until she noticed that there were at the exit. So much so that Clint was already handing over the paperwork to the appropriate guards.

“We’re on a mission?” she asked, clearly frustrated. “I’m not warmed up. Do you have the files? I’ll get caught up while we’re on the road, I promise.”

Clint grinned at her rant, which made her fall silent but seemed to increase her annoyance.

“We’re not going out on a mission. I just thought you’d like some fresh air. As indicated by your question, you don’t get out for anything besides missions.” The first set of gates buzzed open and Clint drew her into the tunnel. “Besides, I haven’t been getting out that often either. If I’m starting to get antsy, I know you have to be.”

“I’m okay.” But her murmur was belied by her increasingly eager steps down the tunnel. In fact, by the time they hit the last gate check, she was literally pressed against the links, willing them open.

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demigirlloki:

demigirlloki:

i have a posture walker i can no longer use, and would love to give it to someone who needs one!!

it’s a young adult sized (16.5″ wide clearance) nimbo posterior posture walker. it has a removable folding seat, forearm platforms, and can be used with an RGO or KAFOs.

it would cost about $450USD new (+ s&h). you can have it for however much shipping turns out to be. 

contact me via ask or email if you’re interested, and if you aren’t please reblog so that someone who needs this can find it!!

if you are able-bodied, please reblog this. if you are disabled and do not need a posture walker, please reblog this. if you are seeing this post, please reblog this. 

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assetandmission:

goddessofidiocy:

[quietly breaks table] natasha romanoff is not a romantic prop to use interchangeably 

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princekheldar:
“sniffing:
“my-american-whore-story:
“Bernie Sanders, who is pushing to raise minimum wage to $15 per hour, only pays his interns $12 per hour.
Source: www.sanders.senate.gov/services/internships#paid
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internships are a way to gain...

princekheldar:

sniffing:

my-american-whore-story:

Bernie Sanders, who is pushing to raise minimum wage to $15 per hour, only pays his interns $12 per hour.

Source: www.sanders.senate.gov/services/internships#paid

internships are a way to gain experience and a lot of them don’t even pay i don’t really see the issue tbqh

#1) that’s still 5 more dollars an hour than minimum
#2) He is not as well supported as other candidates
#3) Said other candidates often DON’T PAY THEIR INTERNS SINCE THEY DON’T HAVE TO
#4) get the fuck out of here with that shit

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sleepingwiththesea:

don’t be a little shit to me on tinder

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kansanintransition:

theimperfectaresetfree:

theressomethingaboutasunrise:

videohall:

Baby deer cries every time it tries to be put down

This is the opposite of a problem

Well that’s adorable.

“He spoil’t. We have spoil’t a wild deer.”

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crutchiee:

tbbackus:

lucasbieneke:

Apparently my director went to see a production of West Side Story a few years ago, and the guy playing Chino forgot his gun before coming out for his final scene. Once it got to the big scene where he is supposed to shoot Tony, he screeched “Poison Boots” and kicked the actor playing Tony until he went down. The girl playing Maria then had to jerk the shoe off of Chino’s foot, and had to do the gunshot scene asking “How many kicks Chino? How many kicks, and one kick left for me”. 

There should be a blog dedicated to theatrical urban legends. Like that opening weekend of Dracula where Dracula (still hungover) vomited all over the audience during the first stage direction that everyone has a friend of a friend that worked on the show and was there.

or the one where the bridge never came out for Javert’s suicide and so he just pretended to stab himself and then lay there until the lights went out

best story i heard was when a friend of mine saw a show where juliet forgot to bring the dagger out on stage so she just ripped the squib out of her chest and blood squirted everywhere

During a passion play a friend of my brother was supposedly in, one of the roman soldiers who was supposed to stab jesus on the cross and accidentally grabbed the wrong spear- he was supposed to grab one with a fake tip, but instead he grabbed one with an actual metal tip and, well

Jesus screamed “JESUS CHRIST YOU STABBED ME”.

Since that Jesus had to be taken down due to a bad case of stab-itis, the backup Jesus came in, but he weighed significantly less than the original Jesus- which would have been fine, except that at the end the cross was supposed to ascend upwards with Jesus on it, and the weights hadn’t been adjusted.

So Jesus, instead, ROCKETED UP into heaven (or, just, above the stage).

This is wild from start to finish

I was in Peter Pan once and one night at a performance, the adhesive holding our Hook’s mustache on was wearing off. It was near the end with a big fight scene and when he got attacked, he let his mustache fall and went “YOU RIPPED MY MUSTACHE OFF!” in a scandalized tone and it added a new note of hilarity to the whole scene (which was supposed to be funny anyway)

In my seventh grade play, which was a midsummer night’s dream, Thisbe didn’t have a sword so she stabbed herself with a coathanger

My junior year we were doing Romeo and Juliet and after Juliet poisons herself it was supposed to go dark and she’d get off the stage. well the light crew accidentally turned them back on and Juliet who was sitting up slammed back down on the wooden bed with a loud bang. To which my theater teacher says into the com “zombie Juliet” and everyone who heard that had to keep as quiet as possible while our eyes were filling with tears.

i attended my county’s performing arts high school majoring in vocal studies, (mostly geared towards musical theater and opera styles) and once a year we got a field trip to new york (we were in jersey, so it’s not exactly far). we would do one touristy thing, an actor’s workshop with friends of our teachers working in various performing industries in nyc, and then see a show. 

my first year doing this, our industry contacts were 1 actor, 1 casting director, and 1 producer to get different aspects of the business, and they all gave us amazing advice and told fantastic stories. the actor in question was Zazu on Broadway’s The Lion King for several years, and told the best story by far.

in The Lion King, there are only two pieces of pre-recorded noise in the whole show. one, when Pumbaa does a MASSIVE fart while fighting the hyenas, and the other being Mufasa saying REMEMBERRRRRR as Simba climbs Pride Rock. the actor told us while struggling not to laugh that, during one night’s performance, someone forgot to flip the tape of these pre-recorded noises.

so, at the end of the show, the great climax where Simba finally accepts his place in the Circle of Life, the heavens parted and-

PFFFFFFFFFRRRRRBTFTBTBFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

everyone froze. and then all ran off stage positively HOWLING with laughter.

the lesson: sometimes there are fuck ups you just can’t recover from.

During a high school production of Beauty and the Beast, where I was assistant costumer and assistant prop master, our director decided that we needed to spice up Gaston’s introduction. You know: in the movie, when Lefou runs in trying to catch the duck/goose that Gaston has just shot out of the sky?

Originally, the actors were going to stroll on stage with our Lefou hauling in the really neat (and real!) taxidermied deer head that we had found in a local thrift store. Now, two days before opening night, our director wants Lefou to run in from off stage and catch a stuffed duck that Gaston has just shot. This, of course, requires two things to work properly as a scene: a gunshot noise, and a stuffed duck.

The gunshot noise, we had covered. Blue-collar, redneck school? Guns a plenty to record. The stuffed duck? Harder than you might have thought to obtain.

Three hunting stores, two taxidermists, and one Pet Supply Store ™, I’d finally found a semi-realistic pheasant squeaky toy. What follows is an account of the ways this dog toy managed to be the nightmare prop of the six show run.

Opening Night: The stagehand, who was supposed to drop the bird from the ceiling catwalk, missed his cue and didn’t drop the it. Lefou’s actor rolls with it and does an excellent job of looking around foolishly before getting cuffed upside the head by Gaston. The stagehand then drops the bird squarely on Gaston’s head. Cue laughter.

Saturday Matinee: Different stagehand throws the bird instead of dropping it and beans Lefou directly in the face with the prop. Lefou falls over. Cue laughter.

Saturday Night: Bird is missing during curtain call. Director hauls the deer head down from it’s place on the tavern wall and tells Gaston and Lefou to revert to the old blocking i.e. no gunshot, no bird, just walk in with trophy. During Gaston and Lefou’s conversation, gun shot sound goes off and a stagehand throws the bird onto the stage…from the wrong side of the stage. Lefou and Gaston stare at it in awkward silence for a solid thirty seconds before Lefou makes off-script, subtle joke about Gaston’s gun going off late instead of early. Cue adults in the audience laughing.

Sunday Matinee: Director begs the stagehands to get the cue right at least once. Gunshot and bird prop go off without a hitch. Lefou accidentally catches the prop when it falls from the catwalk. He’s so startled that he caught it that Gaston runs right in to him. They drop both the gun and the bird props, and grab the wrong prop in their scramble. Gaston spends the rest of the scene gesturing dramatically with a stuffed pheasant, instead of a gun.

Sunday Night:  Director is fed up with bird prop, decides that Lefou should just carry bird prop in after gunshot happens off stage. Lefou accidentally squeezes the prop during the intro conversation, startling both actors into silence with the squeaky toy noise - apparently, neither of them realized it was a dog toy.

Monday Elementary School Show: Lefou walks on stage with the bird. Accidentally drops the prop during conversation with Gaston. Gaston doesn’t notice the dropped prop and steps on it. Cue depressingly sad squeaky toy noise. Cue ten years olds laughing.

There’s no way I can beat that, but I want to add my own favorite story:

During a high school production of Arsenic and Old Lace the guy doing lighting had a girl in the lighting booth that he was making out with (and don’t think we didn’t rip him a new one for this). She accidentally sat on the blackout button in the middle of a scene. Thankfully, one of the main actresses was able to save it by yelling, “I told Mortimer not to put electricity in this house!”

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mishasminions:

existentialphan:

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funny-and-clever-url:

the-booty-soldier:

piece-of-shvt:

omfgdanshobbithair:

nikkibsummers:

dieonsunset:

nicknames/mottos (a more truthful version): countries

As a Scottish person I can confirm that this is 100% accurate

As an English person I can confirm that this is 100% accurate

As an American person I can confirm that this is 100% accurate.

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reblogging cause new zealand

HERE I COME NEW ZEALAND

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optimysticals:

gehayi:

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rosewednesday:

jhameia:

professorprof:

kiyuukins:

ponies-n-things:

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

I know we all love Edna because she’s super fierce and determined and an awesome role model and shit but

do you ever think that she feels intensely guilty over this, having made this suit that lead to the death of this amazing young girl

Maybe there’s a reason she never looks back.

Repeated for emphasis:

Maybe there’s a reason she never looks back.

Edna at the funeral, veiled from head to toe, slowly ripping pages out of her pocket sketchbook and mouthing the words “no capes”

you people are monsters

What the actual fuck oh my god

Think about how appalled Edna must have been. How traumatized. How guilty she must have felt over the death of this young girl.

Then realize that Edna anticipated practically every threat that the Incredibles would run into from Syndrome and built help into their suits. The only logical conclusion is that he contacted her–possibly scores of times. Syndrome was a stalkery fanboy before he turned supervillain. And Edna is THE suit maker for supers, as well as Mr. Incredible. Of course Syndrome would go to her. Edna is the best, and Syndrome would want the best designer for his costume.

Think about all that. Think about the woman who was so horrified and grief-stricken by Stratogate’s death being asked by a supervillain–one who was a genuine threat to supers she cared about–to design his costume.

And then realize that, despite her horror and guilt and rage at the gruesome deaths of Stratogate and other supers, despite her vehement conviction that such deaths should never happen again…

…she gave Syndrome a cape.

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