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Marvel Studios is hard at work promoting Ant-Man, the next film in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, featuring a petty criminal-turned superhero who can shrink himself to the size of, you know, an ant. Back in January Marvel created an ant-sized movie trailer. That was soon followed by an ant-sized poster. Now they’ve launched a playful series of miniature billboards in Australia. If ants do like to watch movies (we know they frequent literary centers), we’re pretty sure they don’t bother to buy tickets, but we still love the idea.

Ant-Man opens in theaters on July 17, 2015. Keep your eyes peeled for teeny-tiny insects in attendance so they don’t get crushed.

[via /FilmScreenCrush, and Uproxx]

menomonyfalls asked:

Hi there :) I have never read any of Terry Pratchett's books and decided to finally remedy this, but there are so many of them it's hard to decide which I should read first! If I remember correctly you are a big fan of his, so I was wondering if you have any recommendations as to where a complete newbie like me should start!

HAVE I EVER.

I can definitely understand how it would be daunting…when I first started reading him fifteen years ago or so, I had an uncle basically spoon-feeding me Pratchett on every birthday and Christmas until I had a handle on it enough (and the income) to buy them myself.

Alright, so, starting out, I’d start with Good Omens.  He wrote that with neil-gaiman, and the two are a lovely match for cleverness and wit to create an extraordinarily funny apocalypse.

(Incidentally, that’s also the book that got me reading Neil Gaiman, which was a delight to the bibliophile in me, but murder on my bank account.  C’est la vie.)

Nation, last I checked, is also standalone.

If you want to start with a shorter series than the behemoth universe of Discworld, you can try The Bromeliad Trilogy or The Johnny Maxwell series.  Both are very good, and I think categorized as young adult.  The former has more of a series feel to it, I think, with a more obvious continuity from book to book.  Johnny’s books are a bit more subtle on that front and mostly background–it effects him, but not necessarily the story as a whole.

Now, as far as Discworld goes, it looks scary if you just are staring at a list of books, but they’re all sort of subdivided into mini-series within the larger one.  The main subcategories are, in no particular order:

  • The City Watch
  • The Wizards
  • The Witches
  • Death
  • Moist Von Lipwig
  • The standalones

Those describe the main characters involved with the series, although there’s always some crossover, since they are all in the same universe.

I’d start with the City Watch books first; they come in around the middle of the series as a whole, and Pratchett seems to have really hit his stride in his knowledge of the world he created and the major players within it at that time.  That series contains Guards! Guards, Men At Arms, Feet of Clay, Jingo, The Fifth Elephant, Night Watch, Thud!, and Snuff.  Because of the nature of it, sort of crime drama with fantasy elements, you’ll be able to meet a lot of other characters such as Havelock Vetinari (The Patrician) and Mustrum Ridicully (Arch chancellor of Unseen University, the wizard school).  It’ll give you a pretty good handle on how Ankh-Morpork, the main setting used, works (surprisingly well).

After that, based mostly on personal preference, I’d go with the Death books (Mort, Reaper Man, Soul Music, Hogfather, and Thief of Time), because Death is one of my favorite characters, as is his granddaughter Susan.  They can be very…existential at times, but in the best way.  (I also have a lot of very strong feelings about the similarities between Pratchett’s Death and the Doctor from Doctor Who, but that’s a discussion for another time.)

After that, it’s mostly go with your gut.  Moist has a lot more action in his series, and is ridiculously funny and charismatic and will lie about pretty much anything.  The Wizards really kicked off the series with Rincewind in The Colour of Magic and The Light Fantastic, and therefor are possibly some of the most fascinating, because you can see the evolution the greatest, from sort of dark age dabblers to the leading authority on magic, which is basically the Discworld science.  (There’s a whole companion series, The Science of Discworld, that explores this, and that I may or may not also own.  I am nothing if not obsessively thorough.)  The Witches are amazingly uncouth and unrepentant and deceptively powerful, especially Granny Weatherwax–their series is especially fun for it’s cultural allusions to things like Shakespeare and The Phantom of the Opera.  The standalones can be read more or less whenever, but are definitely worthwile–I think my favorites are Moving Pictures and The Truth.

Whew…that got…long-winded, I apologize.  But it’s really hard not to with someone as prolific and talented as Sir Terry Pratchett.

Also, word of warning.  Don’t read Good Omens in the bath.  It has an amazing proclivity to fall in.  No one knows why.

Being uncomfortable is not the same as being triggered.  There are things in life and media that are supposed to make you uncomfortable.  If they didn’t, YOU WOULDN’T KNOW THOSE THINGS WERE SUPPOSED TO BE BAD.  Sometimes an event in a storyline is upsetting and hard to watch–GOOD.  Then it’s doing its fucking job getting through to your humanity.

Not agreeing with something is not the same as being triggered.  I’m not even going to fucking explain this one.

Disliking something is not the same as being triggered.  See above.

Know what happens when you’re actually triggered?  YOU’RE PROBABLY TOO BUSY CURLING UP INTO A BALL ON THE FUCKING FLOOR TO CONTINUE TYPING ON TUMBLR.

Stop appropriating and abusing a legitimate psychological concern just to use as a shield in your personal crusade to sanitize the world of anything that you don’t personally enjoy.  You’re just making it that much fucking harder for people who actually DO have PTSD to be taken seriously.  You’re also trivializing the fuck out of very serious issues by not knowing when to pick your goddamn battles.

Why I Need Men To Chill The Fuck Out With Street Harassment.

Riding my bike to work, late at night these boys I passed said something stupid. So I said “screw off” 

and one of them said “OH DAMN! THAT’S A GIRL! HONEY YOU SHOULD BE NICER! How you know I wasn’t trying to get with it.” 

I stopped, turned around and rode back to them. They got excited, started grabbing their crotch and shit. (why do men do that? are they making sure it’s still there??)

And I said. “First of all, never gonna happen. Second of all, your walking somewhere after 9 pm. I’m going to assume your life prospects aren’t that great. And LAST of all, women in general don’t exactly ENJOY being cat called. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to work.”

As I rode off all I could hear was one saying to the other “Bruh. Bruh, that was sick.”

—–

One hot summer day I decided that since it was so hot I was gonna wear a spaghetti strap shirt under my work shirt so I could be a little cooler on the way home.

I wasn’t even a block from work at this grizzly old man was watching me, and whistled. 

BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE!!

Not a even a block later I turned a corner and saw a car turn the same corner …. weirdly close to me. So, because I know people are jackasses, I pulled off to the side to let this asshole through. (Because I ain’t up for the whole “My obit is gonna be ‘Got Splattered By Asshole Driver’ shit.)

I’m on the curb, riding, frustrated, and this asshole stops his car and ASKS ME IF I WANT A RIDE.

I stop, level my best death glare and said. “No, I’m fine thanks.” And rode off. (It should be noted I took several detours and had 911 up on my celly in case he tried to fucking FOLLOW ME.)

Like, prossies don’t advertise via riding bicycles through residential areas. The shirt wasn’t even that revealing. AND FUCK YOU ALL IT WAS HOT OUTSIDE! JEEBUS!

One foggy morning I was walking home and saw a guy on the sidewalk down the way, and decided that I wanted to avoid him, so I crossed the street.

HE FOLLOWED ME! ALMOST RAN INTO ME, and said “foggy huh” so close to be he almost got an elbow to the center of his chest. I was practically sprinting away, dialling 911, and was ready to press send the moment he touched me. (Cause I’m not HIP to being a corpse that they find in the ditch after the fog lifts.)  When suddenly a car pulled a U turn so sharp it was almost a V turn.

My co-worker apparently saw him make a beeline from the intersection and said “oh HELL no.” and decided to save my ass from creepy mccreeperson.

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So yes, men of the world, yall need to chill the fuck out with the street harassment.