And yet there are those who doubt him and question how he gets around the entire world in one night…
santa’s creed
this has been on queue since january 2nd and it was worth every minute
I’m queuing this on December 26th I’m ready for this
You better watch out
It’s winter, Santa is the master of parka-our.
Avengers AU - If Tony was Peter’s biological father
Tony is super protective of his son. And Peter, inspired by his dad, becomes Spiderman anyway (his dad and his Uncle Rhodey figure him out in a second though).
Just wanted to add:
hate to be That Guy but who’s gonna put the Infinity War gif in ????
now add the umbrella scene for all the sadness you’ve caused me
Reblog in 30 seconds for good luck
Let me go grab a cup real quick
South Korean beauty standards take shit to the next. Fucking. Level. Women are evaluated in totality based on every minor physical detail and whether it matches the ideal to the point where their decision to go under the knife for procedures the likes of blepharoplasty (surgery on their eyelids) is a main determinant of whether they get a job. For them, shit like this is an expectation. Fuck that garbage, burn it up ladies.
In Korea you are literally REQUIRED to have a headshot with your application. Your physical appearance is a major vetting point in the interview. Applicants have literally been told to bleach their skin for jobs. Seoul is the plastic surgery capital of the world.
This is HUGE for them. Support them. Even if you love makeup, their beauty culture is TOXIC. Support this movement
GO GIRLS GO
BURN IT DOWN, LADIES
I remember watching a video where they posited that our base 10 numerical system was determined by the fact we have ten fingers. So what if another species has 12 fingers? What if they have 37 fingers?
my man got so stressed his beard fell off
“Stop scrolling and please help me spread the word, because if I’ve landed on your page you’re most likely either a black woman or someone who cares about black women and the simple phrase I’m about to share could help save a black woman’s life.
Doctors are to black women what police officers are to black men. That may seem controversial but I believe it to be true and I speak from personal experience.
If you’ve seen this TikTok you know that a 2016 study showed that 50% of medical students and residents thought that black people couldn’t feel pain the same as white people.
And we learned from this video that because of a 1999 study, to this day, there’s a black correction factor for the creatinin levels in black people’s kidneys, meaning we’re less likely to recieve a kidney transplant if needed.
So if you go to a doctor, feel you aren’t getting proper treatment or they refuse the treatment you’ve requested, say to them the following:
This works. I have used it in other situations. If medical staff have to document and take responsibility and be on the hook legally for doing shady shit they behave much differently.
If you weren’t already going to spread this advice because black women are at risk, then spread it because it’s applicable to everyone else as well, including you reading this.
But particularly women, and especially black women.
BRUCE: I’ve created jobs by keeping Wayne Enterprises in Gotham. I’ve provided scholarships to every employee of my company and I offer them to others as well. I’ve built orphanages and hospitals, including mental health facilities. I’ve provided jobs to ex-felons right out of prison so they can rebuild their lives. I’ve supported pro-reform political candidates and the few honest cops in Gotham City.
BRUCE: It’s going to take time to reform the system and lift this city out of poverty and corruption, so I think I’ll spend my evenings protecting the people who live here. Tonight, I’m going after the criminals preying on the sex workers struggling to make a living in Crime Alley.
BRUCE: And once I’ve kicked some ass, I’ll offer their victims jobs at Wayne Enterprises so they can get off the streets and have stable, safe, legal employment. I’ll pay for any education or training they might need.
ALFRED: Don’t forget your cape, sir.
there was an entire episode of the 90s series ‘the forgotten’ where he personally visits a homeless shelter he funds, discovers some homeless people who frequent it have gone missing, then to find out where they went purposefully pretends to be homeless to be beaten up, captured, and taken to where the other homeless guys were being used as slave labor
he legit willingly submits himself to torture and nearly dies trying to help homeless people, at least one person actually died in this situation he willingly entered then when he gets out straight up has Alfred pull the limousine up with job applications for the guys he was locked up with
-that- is how to batman
This is reason number two modern cinema doesn’t get Batman.
If you can’t picture your batman as Matches Malone, or getting the ventriloquist into a job at Wayne enterprises, you’re not picturing batman.
(the first test is “Can you picture your batman taking time to comfort a lonely, scared child?”)
this is why i love batman
bringing this one back
When I went to see Tangled with my family, I was terrified of having to talk about the movie afterwards because I related so much to Rapunzel, and I was sure my mom would hate the movie because it was so obvious that she was exactly like mother gothel. So when mom asked me afterwards if I liked it I gave a tepid non-answer. But then my mom started talking about how she loved the movie! And it slowly dawned on me that she also saw mother gothel as evil and abusive, but somehow didn’t make the connection that she and her were the same. My mom even made a comment to the effect of how, like rapunzel’s real mom, her love for me would always triumph or whatever. And she didn’t get it!
She didn’t see the similarities of how she locked me away in the house, or how she kept me under the tightest supervision under the guise of keeping me safe. I spent the entire mother knows best song stealing glances at her next to me in the theater just waiting for her to drag us out of the movie because she couldn’t stand to have her “love” portrayed as evil. And she didn’t see how the fact that she created her identity completely around being a mother and nothing else was like mother gothel’s dependency on rapunzel’s magic hair.
It was only after seeing her positive reaction to the movie, that I really understood the meaning of the phrase “everyone is the hero of their own story”. No one actually thinks they’re the villain, even if confronted with a painfully obvious rendering of their own actions done by someone they agree is rightly portrayed as evil.
“everyone is the hero of their own story”. No one actually thinks they’re the villain, even if confronted with a painfully obvious rendering of their own actions done by someone they agree is rightly portrayed as evil.
First my every move is followed by the red, twitchy eyes of the local wild hare infestation. Then the fireflies start flashing what looks suspiciously like morse code.
And now the sound of the crickets gets closer and closer.
each.
and every.
night.
Sometimes when I sleep with my window open I can hear foxes having sex in a nearby Sainsbury's carpark and it takes all my willpower not to scream back at them
hi i’ve decided this is worse
hey don't let the media tell you this election is already decided. it's exactly what they said in 2016 and we all remember how THAT worked out. 2020 could be a knife's edge election, and 18-24 year olds could easily be the deciding voice. please register to vote. think about the people that might not survive another four years of this.
Ruth Bader Ginsberg's death makes it all the more necessary that you vote. If the results are in any way debatable, will a conservative dominated supreme court rule that trump loses? Of course not. Vote.
remember pickles the neko atsume cat… the shy one… i love pickles
personality is faint-hearted… power level is ZERO…… it’s been three years but i will fight and Kill for pickles
First screen Batmobile from 1948.
Part of me genuinely loves the fact that originally Batman was driving around in a totally normal car but in full costume :D
What I love about it is at one point I believe Vicky asks Batman, “does Bruce Wayne know you are driving his car?” Because it’s apparently identifiable as Bruce’s. Which is hilarious.
Gosh I need to rewatch the rifftrax of that serial. They did all fifteen parts.
:D
Oh my gosh I don’t know what I love more here
The fact that Bruce is driving his regular car that people know he owns in his Batman persona like he just puts on the Bat-costume and then gets behind the wheel
Or
The fact that when someone does notice that Batman is driving Bruce Wayne’s car there reaction is “I sure hope you didn’t steal this Batman! Bruce Wayne would be very upset!”
And ahhhhhh I love the rifftrax of this serial there are so many funny riffs…I love their absolute confusion about why the villain is called “The Wizard” when he is literally a regular crook in a ski mask
If you’re upset that Trump’s administration has sent secret police to kidnap political dissenters with unmarked vans, but aren’t going to vote blue because Biden isn’t good enough, or are even saying that “both sides are the same”…
What the fuck?
I am a single-issue voter this year, and that single issue is not turning my country into an authoritarian dictatorship.
establishing a norm that whoever deploys secret police loses the next election certain sounds like what I would call a pro-social move.
I had somewhat infrequent contact with the church youth group as a high schooler–I wasn’t a regular attendee, but enough of my friends were that I usually had the lowdown on what was happening. I have a personal policy that I don’t turn down invitations to participate in things unless I have an actual conflict (which is, let me tell you, an interesting, rewarding, and occasionally dangerous way to live your life) so when one of my friends said, “Hey, Hell, the youth group is doing a volunteer project and we need people. You in?” I said sure.
She told me to dress for messy outdoor work, and we’d drive there together on Saturday morning. No other details were provided.
So Saturday morning came, and I found myself standing in jeans, steeltoe boots and a tank top in front of a very, very run-down house with about a dozen other teenagers and a couple adults. The adults had that slightly manic look common to youth group leaders, and matching church t-shirts.
They also had half a dozen sledgehammers.
I had a fantastic feeling about how this day was going to go.
The house, they explained, was condemned. It needed to be demolished.
There were words after that about the who and the what and the why (and, presumably, about why they had decided to recruit a bunch of teenagers to do this In The Name Of Jesus) but I was vibrating at a speed that rendered audio waves impossible to decipher and didn’t catch any of it. Something-something-something-jesus, something-something-something-hit things with sledgehammers, don’t hit the marked support beams, Something-something-something-HELL YOU GET TO WRECK THIS HOUSE was basically all that got through.
They said something that my brain interpreted as “GO!”
I had a sledgehammer in my hand and was swinging through the front door faster than a chipmunk on cocaine. Which was wholly unnecessary; the front door was unlocked. I just wanted to do it.
I plowed a straight line through that house from front door through the back wall just because I could, then doubled back to go for some of the fun tile spots. Around me, a dozen sweaty teenagers were going absolutely feral. The ones with sledgehammers were swinging wildly at anything they could reach, and the ones without were kicking holes in the drywall for no reason and prying apart any surface they could get a grip on.
The adults had cleared out about five minutes in; we were left with our sledgehammers and no inhibitions.
These wholesome christian teens had spent most of their lives being proper and helpful, and now, for what may have been the first time, they were being told to be as destructive as they were capable of being, and it immediately went to their heads. We were a swarm of holy termites. We were sledgehammer-bearing tornadoes. We punched holes in that house until there wasn’t any house left to punch holes in.
Did we take out some of the marked support beams on accident? Absolutely. Was this whole plan deeply, deeply unwise? Sure! But we were having a great time!
The teens with sledgehammers mostly got tired and traded off sooner or later, and a couple of us decided that now was the time to solve some universal mysteries for ourselves, like: can I run straight through a wall if I get a far enough running start? Can I kick a door down like in a movie? If we work together, can we throw John right through that drywall?
The answers to these questions was a shining, reverberating YES.
(John was fine, probably.)
By the time we felt that our work was done, the house was just a few upright studs with a roof on top, sitting in a lake of debris. We straggled out on to the front lawn, dragging our sledgehammers, and watched as the adults hooked chains to the remaining beams. The chains were hooked to the back hitch of someone’s Compensator pickup truck, which was being used for its actual function for probably the first time ever. We watched as the truck pulled away from the curb, the chains going tight–
–and with a sound like breaking toothpicks, the beams broke, and the house pancaked in on itself. We cheered like it was the Second Coming.
I don’t know why they had us do this. I don’t even know whose house it was. I just know that there are few joys purer than the joy of wrecking something bigger than you with nothing but the strength of your own arms, and few euphorias more glorious than the feeling of putting a sledgehammer through a front door for no reason at all.
i'm losing my mind at the uk's official, government-approved slogan for keeping restaurants in business
Okay Bernie stans.
I need you all to prepare yourselves to vote for Biden in November.
I’m not happy about it either. I wanted Elizabeth Warren to destroy Trump on the debate floor. I wanted to watch her shatter the glass ceiling. I wanted student loan forgiveness, Medicare for All, and refugee and immigrant protections.
But I’m not going to get that. So I am going all in for Biden.
This can no longer be a matter of “well if I don’t get my way THEN I’M NOT VOTING”. I’d hoped you all learned your lessons four years ago, but from what I’ve seen on social media, that’s not been the case. Biden is not ideal but he is better than the alternative. He is a Democrat who will continue Obama’s legacy. And you have a shot in hell of getting progressive movements like Medicare for All under a blue majority Congress; we do not have that under Trump.
Biden is more willing to listen to the progressive factions of the Democrat party than Trump is. We will get shit done under him.
We cannot survive a second term of Trump. I need you all to hold your noses, put on your big girl pants, and deal with it. Prepare to vote for Biden.
Also, I’ve reviewed most of his plans and they are good. No, they are not as good as Warren’s plans. But he commits to LGBTQ+ protections, repealing the transgender in the military ban, and his refugee/immigration protections are way better than I expected (he actually has some culpability to the deportations under the Obama administration).
He is a good choice, guys. Maybe not the best. But he will get us to where we need to be and is a fucking return to SANITY in the government, which we badly fucking need.
Two, TWO Supreme Court justices are on the table for the next president, plus all the other federal judges McConnell has been stacking benches with the past three years. That’s Roe v. Wade, and a whole lot else, for the foreseeable future.
The reality is that we live in a two party system and while I do not want Biden, I am capable of recognizing nuance and shades of gray. If it comes down to Biden, as it very likely may he will not do as much damage as four more years of Trump, and that is an ethical imperative.
This is also why we all MUST vote down-ticket as well.
Biden’s win allows RBG and Stephen Breyer to retire.
Think about that.
Not voting isn’t a protest. It’s a surrender. If we want change, real change, then we have to drag our country to the left. One. Election. At. A time. It’s not an all-or-nothing scenario. So if it comes down to it, vote for Biden. Get on the bus headed away from fascism and the alt-right. If that bus isn’t heading directly to where we want to go, then we ride it until we have a chance to get on a different bus. Not voting is NOT an option.
I think this is all the more important to emphasize in the aftermath of George Floyd’s murder. Here’s Biden attending a protest in Wilmington, DE over the weekend and meeting with black church leaders to discuss responses to the protests
And here’s the White House going dark after protests breakout in front
register to vote, educate yourself, then turn in your fucking ballots like your life depends on it
NOT VOTING IS NOT A PROTEST. IT IS A SURRENDER.
for the love of god PLEASE vote for Biden even if you think he sucks because you know what sucks way worse? LITERAL FASCISM
Voting cannot be the bulk of our efforts, but it sure as hell should be part of them. It’s especially important to flip the Senate. Mitch is pocket-vetoing every half-decent thing in the Senate.
