Fool's Wisdom

Apr 11

foxyshy:

so let me get this straight. anti-choicers took $500,000 dollars worth of pennies and sealed them in a glass case as a “memorial” to “victims” of abortion. i’m going to say that again. these people have locked away $500,000 dollars as a “tribute” to dead blobs of cells instead of donating that money to actual living breathing children who don’t have basic necessities or homes.

anti-choicers are incredible

Apr 11

lazarusgirl:

secretninjachild:

What I think is totally awesome is that Daniel Craig said that the Queen was supposed to look up straight away, but she improvised the letter writing and completely blanked him, so the awkward standing there was completely realisitic. The Queen ignored James Bond because she was ACTING.

She ain’t called the Queen for nothing, kids.

Apr 11

dixie-chicken:

Am I the only one who thinks MCU Loki would actually be pissed off and annoyed by the fangirls who think he’s just a poor abused woobie being forced into evil by his terrible past?

Like, if I had that many huge intricate plans to obtain power and vengeance and someone tried to play it off as me just acting out, like I wasn’t really capable of all that, I’d be fucking insulted.

I agree.

I mean, as a creative person, I think there are points (99.9% of them in first and second thirds of Thor) where Loki’s not gone too far down the path to Evil Scheming Sociopath Land that he couldn’t be pulled back, and I enjoy speculating about them.  And anyone who’s seen me write about Avengers in this space has seen me wonder what, if anything, the points where Loki’s eyes change color from blue to green and back again mean.

(I mean, these days I tend toward “Tom Hiddleston’s eyes hurt and Whedon figured screw it, let the guy shoot without them,” but hey.)

But… yes.  Loki, would-be master of the Nine Realms, would be deeply insulted by the very idea that he was some kind of innocent victim of fate, or passive in any way.  He’s an active force, dammit.  Watch him actively stab Thor with this knife!

Apr 11
grave-at-trenzalore:

followingthedeer:

sainthannah:

heatherbat:

stunningpicture:

‘Cause people seem to only post the 20-something Audrey Hepburn.

Audrey Hepburn was the granddaughter of a baron, the daughter of a nazi sympathizer, spent her teens doing ballet to secretly raise money for the dutch resistance against the nazis, and spent her post-film career as a goodwill ambassador of UNICEF, winning the presidential medal of freedom for her efforts.
…and history remembers her as pretty.

AND HISTORY REMEMBERS HER AS PRETTY

note

this is the first time I have ever seen a picture of her older than 20 and I think that’s scary

I once saw a picture of her from Always being reblogged, and I think that was her last film.  But the overall point is, I think, exactly right.

grave-at-trenzalore:

followingthedeer:

sainthannah:

heatherbat:

stunningpicture:

‘Cause people seem to only post the 20-something Audrey Hepburn.

Audrey Hepburn was the granddaughter of a baron, the daughter of a nazi sympathizer, spent her teens doing ballet to secretly raise money for the dutch resistance against the nazis, and spent her post-film career as a goodwill ambassador of UNICEF, winning the presidential medal of freedom for her efforts.

…and history remembers her as pretty.

AND HISTORY REMEMBERS HER AS PRETTY

note

this is the first time I have ever seen a picture of her older than 20 and I think that’s scary

I once saw a picture of her from Always being reblogged, and I think that was her last film.  But the overall point is, I think, exactly right.

Apr 11

The thing is, they’re really like that.  He’s not even exaggerating a little.

In nearly a decade living here, I have learned to never mention the heat until one of the natives mentions it first, because if I say it first, everyone around me will deny it’s hot, no matter how hot it actually is.

Apr 11
elidyce:

fightblr:

building-an-unstoppable-fist:

secretworld-observer:

kellyfromthecity:

The next person who makes a joke about my pole dancing and calls me a stripper, I’m going to show them this photo and say, “You may or may not take me seriously, but just know that I can probably crush your tiny little skull with my thigh muscles.”

There’s nothing I don’t love about this.

bruh

HOLY SHIT!!!

I would love to learn pole-dancing but I would legit kill myself. I once dislocated my collarbone picking up my two-year-old. If I tried *that* my entire skeleton would spontaneously disassemble.

As elidyce’s husband, I can neither confirm nor deny any rumors about her skeletal delicacy or coordination.
As far as her learning pole dancing, I
What I mean is, that makes me think
Um.
I’ll be in my bunk.

elidyce:

fightblr:

building-an-unstoppable-fist:

secretworld-observer:

kellyfromthecity:

The next person who makes a joke about my pole dancing and calls me a stripper, I’m going to show them this photo and say, “You may or may not take me seriously, but just know that I can probably crush your tiny little skull with my thigh muscles.”

There’s nothing I don’t love about this.

bruh

HOLY SHIT!!!

I would love to learn pole-dancing but I would legit kill myself. I once dislocated my collarbone picking up my two-year-old. If I tried *that* my entire skeleton would spontaneously disassemble.

As elidyce’s husband, I can neither confirm nor deny any rumors about her skeletal delicacy or coordination.

As far as her learning pole dancing, I

What I mean is, that makes me think

Um.

I’ll be in my bunk.

Apr 11

If I Was in Charge of the Cap 2 Credits Scene

elsiesnuffin:

Clint Barton is lying, bruised and bloodied, on the floor of a sparse yet expensive looking studio apartment.

His head is pounding, something that is not helped by that music. Is that his phone? Yeah, it’s his phone.

With a groan he opens his eyes.

Looking down at him from the sofa is a girl in a purple sweater and a mangy looking yellow lab.

"Someone named Natasha keeps calling," the girl explains as she hands the phone down to him. "And texting."

Clint takes the phone. Fifty two missed calls. Futz.

"Ok," he mutters. "This looks bad."

I’m not gonna lie to you, Marge: I would’ve liked that so much better than what we actually got.  This is hilarious.

[Edited for clarity.  Like a twit, I forgot to log the computer out’ve my wife’s account before reblogging this.]

Apr 09

ozhin:

Get to know me meme: (2/5) Favorite movies, Pulp Fiction.

"Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I’m in a transitional period so I don’t wanna kill you, I wanna help you."

Apr 04

Reports of my demise & etc.

So here’s the thing.  I ended up taking another of my periodic lengthy vacations from Tumblr.  Didn’t mean to.  Didn’t want to!  (I think this one’s lasted roughly eleven weeks, with a few dribs and drabs here and there.)

Basically what’s happened is twofold.  My computer is still in the shop — it comes out tomorrow, hooray, hooray — and eleven weeks ago I started, pretty unexpectedly (I had expected a bit more warning than I actually ended up getting, because I didn’t read fine print; this happens to me more often than you might think) going back to college fulltime for the first time in fourteen years.

You want to talk about suddenly feeling old.  Good grief.  Everything’s done online now, which was just starting when I had to leave school when I was just getting to the interesting stuff (long story short: I injured myself — an injury that still plagues me, actually; I essentially had to relearn how to walk because of an attack of stupidity; one or two of you who knew me back then will know what I’m talking about) and then my grades went to crap and I was placed on academic probation; they stayed that way, and despite lots of begging, out I went) —

Anyway, they were just starting this process back then.  Fourteen freaking years ago.  (I honestly can hardly believe it was that long ago, but it was.)  Now… well, at least the subject is easier.  Instead of trying to master the history of the United States and the entire continent of Africa at the same time (and going for a Bachelor of Arts that would have taken me to a teaching job that my one semester of student-teaching leads me to believe would’ve been freaking miserable), I’m studying for a Diploma (in American, I believe that’s slightly superior to an Associate’s Degree) in Tourism & Travel, the better to become a travel agent.  We’re halfway done in June; the second half of the course finishes in December.

(Working for a cruise line would be great.  Working for a travel wholesaler would be very nice as well.  Airlines, independent agencies, whatever — basically, I’ll be happy as long as I’m not working at one of those storefront chain agencies where they only pay you on commission.)

Anyway, all that has meant that I’ve barely had the energy or the time look at Tumblr, let alone do my usual daily avalanche of posts.  I’m going to try and get some stuff reblogged this weekend, though.

So like Sir Terry Pratchett’s Granny Weatherwax, having sent her mind out wandering but her body cool and still on her bed, I hold up a card:

I ATEN’T DEAD.

Apr 04
phoenix:

erscimia:

the-westeros-wing:


"I drink from the keg of glory, Donna, bring me the finest muffins and bagels in all the land."
"It’s going to be an unbearable day."

"Post Hoc Ergo Propter Hoc" (1.2)
-Josh Lyman, Donna Moss

Oh my god, this is a tumblr that exists, and I will follow it.

I definitely need to make sure onionhighonionandrenown finds out about this.

….this is the funniest thing I have ever seen and if you don’t like it you’re wrong.
(If you don’t get it that’s perfectly okay.  But still.)

phoenix:

erscimia:

the-westeros-wing:

"I drink from the keg of glory, Donna, bring me the finest muffins and bagels in all the land."

"It’s going to be an unbearable day."

"Post Hoc Ergo Propter Hoc" (1.2)

-Josh Lyman, Donna Moss

Oh my god, this is a tumblr that exists, and I will follow it.

I definitely need to make sure onionhighonionandrenown finds out about this.

….this is the funniest thing I have ever seen and if you don’t like it you’re wrong.

(If you don’t get it that’s perfectly okay.  But still.)