LauraElle

The Rise of Skywalker (2019) dir. JJ Abrams.

This is why they're called heroes.

Superheroes on TV save people without expecting anything in return. Superheroes on TV are practically invincible and do what they do with ease. Superheroes on TV never have struggles of their own.

Calling healthcare workers heroes is a way of conditioning people to treat healthcare workers the same way. It's not a way of honoring them. It's a way of having unreasonably high expectations of them without having to compensate them or care about them. It's a way of stopping people from feeling the need to change policies in order to help them.

Oh this is absolutely why they call them heroes, not just to make them one dimensional (as mentioned above, i.e.: not having struggles, needs or boundaries) but also because it removes responsibility from the public. It's not your responsibility to look to the welfare of some vigilante in a cape bc they went looking for big ol' task to take on themselves!! Nothing to do with you (or how you vote, or where you spend your money...) !!

Putting people on a pedestal by calling them heroes dehumanizes them. "But it's a compliment!" No it's not, it's deliberately limiting. And they don't need compliments; they need hazard pay and safe working conditions.

sacred achievement hunter things when addressing each other:

“is that you?” “……………….yah.”

Moseby has lost it…

this was so moving… i really hope they cast him in the next pitch perfect movie

the animal world is full of so many ridiculous and impractical traits that only exist because sometimes the females of a species collectively develop absurd niche fetishes

You could say the same about humans and straight male fetishes

Are you referring to the prominence of human breasts?

Oh my friend, there is so much more than that.

What are you talking about? Humans display very little sexual dimorphism. We have not sexually selected for batshit ornamentation that otherwise hinders our survival.

I am not talking about ornamentation, there’s so much more than that! Like music, art, and dance. Being a musician rarely pays the bills, but it raises listener’s heart rates and makes them think they are in love. So while it may not be obvious, I hypothesize that being musically skilled is a trait that likely has been or will be slowly bred into humans over time. There are, of course, many other traits in humans that are important, but musicians have a leg up (as do baristas for similar reasons, but I don’t think coffee will ever be an inheritable skill).

My post is about a phenomenon called runaway selection. Sexual selection for survival- and reproduction-favorable traits is normal, but sometimes some feature gets absolutely out of hand for no real reason other than it becomes genetically linked with sex appeal at the expense of practicality. The most common example is peafowl; peahens are like, normal functioning birds, but peacocks have enormous stupid trailing tails that are as likely to be a hindrance as a help. But ladies love it. An evolutionary positive feedback loop that exaggerates a useless sexy trait to the point that it is very costly and risky to have.

Humans don’t have that. Our breasts remain prominent even when we’re not feeding our young, which is weird, but it’s pretty minor and size varies wildly, and doesn’t significantly complicate the ability to attract mate. Personally I am glad that we do not share the common primate trait of having BRIGHT BLUE GENITALIA.

I love this so much, I’m gonna start saying “nuts” we need to bring it back

I love b&w proper ladies breaking character with “sonofabitch”

You can’t just post this and not link the soap.

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLql9FhhOdRbMT9qcOEIePBd7GKwoG4-tk

one of my favorite (read: least favorite) things about how people treat cleopatra is she’s so often called a slut or is only ever portrayed as being this incredibly sexy, often scantily-clad seductress, when in actuality 1. while some ancient sources describe her as somewhat pretty, it generally seems that what was attractive about her was her intellect, charm, and voice, and the sources that refer to her as extremely sexy/slutty are specifically out to condem her, 2. she was a brilliant politician who chose her affairs as a way of securing power for her country and not just so she could have a bunch of sex (which shouldn’t be an issue anyway), and 3. one of the men she had an affair with was mark antony, ancient roman super slut supreme, a man known for his love of sex and tendency to wear extremely short tunics for the sake of showing off his sexy legs/probably also his dick

i’m not saying there’s anything wrong with portraying cleopatra as beautiful or even sexy, because she clearly had allure. all i’m saying is that, if your cleopatra is wearing less clothing than your mark antony, there’s probably a problem in your depiction of them

i’ve cracked the code,

A sincere request from someone who has spent her entire adult life wishing people had kept better records…

In the coming weeks and months… RECORD WHAT IS HAPPENING.

Start a journal, take photos, keep a video diary, make a daily blog post, jot a few notes down in a day planner, whatever!

It is not very often that you can be certain that you’re living in a time that historians will study in detail.

The nightly news can tell us the facts, twitter can tell us the larger cultural trends, but no one can keep an accurate record of your daily life and honest thoughts during this crisis but you.

Are you scared to death? Write it down.

Are you still thinking this is being blown out of proportion? Write it down.

Are you still being forced to work and are pissed as hell about it? Write it down.

Did you see someone do something kind that made you smile? Write it down.

Is your grocery store completely out of toilet paper? Take a picture.

Is your normally bustling neighborhood eerily empty? Take a video.

Did you see a really funny plague joke on twitter? Write it down so you/your grandkids and/or future historians can have a laugh.

I have never successfully kept a journal in my entire life, but I’ve been keeping one since the 10th. Nothing fancy. Just a summary of my day in quarantine, what my family’s up to, today’s news and my current thoughts.

Even if it’s only for you to look back on this time honestly, without the bias of hindsight, you won’t regret doing it.

Future historians will thank you.

He’s offering $2k PER ADULT not per household and $1k for everyone below 18

Bye

Mom was eating it too 😭😭

I’ve just discovered my new favorite painter, Vittorio Reggianini - those smarter than myself probably already know of him as an Italian painter from the 1800s who made satin look even satiny-er than satin. I just cannot get over how much he loved painting women who were NOT. HAVING. A. MAN’S. SHIT. 

But there was one hottie that everyone seemed to like, and I can’t blame them…

Vittorio knows what the ladies like. 

I’m pretty sure that the women in the background of the third picture are looking at a “lewd” painting. They were sometimes kept by upper class homes in the 1800s. They were kept hidden behind a curtain and only viewed for *ahem* “recreational purposes”. So basically, those ladies are looking at porn while their friend blithely humours Bouffant McShinypants.

This dude was an art god at 2 things:

1. Satin

1. Ladies leaning on a chair making a “can you believe this shit?” face

and I’m here to admire both

This looks like the same group of ladies who are constantly chilling laughing at men I love it

(via Logan Rinser)

the fact that there’s only about 5000 people who’ve reblogged this scares me. That means that less that 5000 people know where these come from.

I feel old…

very odd

literally every person on earth has read the very hungry caterpillar

Is there any way to silence that voice in your head that screams out to be the center of attention? The Umbrella Academy |  1x10 - “The White Violin”

i’m so glad i live in 2016 so i dont have to deal with these massive terrifying animals except the blue whale, but shes gentle and good

Hell pig

Don’t ask if I’m happy, you know that I’m not. But at best, I can say I’m not sad ‘Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have