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I am stuck in traffic in a taxicab
which is typical
and not just of modern life
           
mud clambers up the trellis of my nerves
must lovers of Eros end up with Venus
muss es sein? es muss nicht sein, I tell you
 
how I hate disease, it’s like worrying
that comes true
and it simply must not be able to happen
 
in a world where you are possible
my love
nothing can go wrong for us, tell me

FRANK O’HARA

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How a new women-only cab service is helping women get around in Pakistan

  • A new taxi service is trying to make it easier and safer for women to get around the busy commercial center of Karachi, Pakistan.
  • Starting on Thursday, women traveling in the city need only keep their eyes peeled for a bright pink taxicab with a female driver clad in a headscarf of the same color behind the wheel.
  • According to the Independent, a Pakistani woman named Ambreen Sheikh and her husband are the architects behind the company, aptly called Pink Taxi. 
  • Sheikh told Reuters the new women-only service largely employs “housewives, young women and students,” a plus in a country where women have historically made up a small percentage of the workforce. Read more (3/22/17)

Boston Post, Massachusetts, July 21, 1921

This canine marvel who acquired his name for fondness of riding in taxicabs, is one of the wisest  dogs in the country. Each week between his theatrical work he visits the barber shop for a massage and a manicure. He travels in a specially built Pullman kennel and sleeps on a feather bed.

anonymous asked:

How many vehicles has Steve wrecked and did this pattern start before he got the serum or after?

thankfully, he only really started wrecking stuff properly after the serum. he’s always been really good at using his surroundings to his advantage in a fight, and he had surprisingly good spatial awareness for a half-deaf colorblind guy.  which was good because he had pretty much nothing but that and pure bullheadedness going for him when it came to actual fisticuffs. well, that and me. i was usually there to fish him out before things got too nasty. he always hated that. 

plus, steve’s fights when he was still a brave little toaster and not a brave industrial refrigerator were mostly backalley fistfights, and therefore rarely merited the throw-a-motorcycle-at-it method of conflict resolution. 

but after? i have no idea how many vehicles he’s wrecked. im told that one of the first things he did was rip a door off a taxicab to use as a shield, which, typical. and then he was hoisting aloft motorcycles loaded with ladies in the star spangled show, and ive got no clue what happened with that. during the war he went through six or so bikes, and if you wanna count enemy vehicles, it seemed like we were blowing up or stealing somebody’s ride every other week at least. 

and it seems that the future has not slowed him down on that front. from what ive heard and seen, he’s continued his one man war on all things horsepowered. 

frankly at this point he’s probably killed as many vehicles as i have people. 

WASTED POTENTIAL: X-Men: First Class and the Death of Armando Muñoz

Or, How Racism F%#@ed the X-Men Movies

It’s no surprise to anyone who knows me that I am absolutely, ridiculously invested in the X-Men Cinematic Universe.  Or, more specifically, I’m invested in what the XMCU could have been, if it had been approached as a cohesive whole rather than a series of vaguely confused attempts at continuity and Wolverine cameos.

For me, the biggest moment of missed potential comes with the death of Armando “Darwin” Muñoz at the midpoint of X-Men: First Class.  People have talked, of course, about how his death was racist and doesn’t make sense – because it was racist, and fundamentally, it doesn’t make sense.

To be fair, I don’t think the writers were being intentionally racist when they killed Armando off in the same scene where the movie’s only other black character defects to the side of the bad guys.  I don’t think they were being intentionally racist when they had a Nazi kill a black man, who, in the comics, is literally and demonstrably unkillable.

But they did these things, and these things were racist.

And to be honest, that racism kinda f%#@ed the franchise.  It’s not the only thing that did – the decision to put ten year timeskips in between each movie of the second trilogy certainly didn’t help matters – but I think that it’s the single bad decision that, if averted, would have changed everything.

Under the cut, I’ll discuss why Armando was such a significant character, and why his death shaped the direction of the franchise by destroying some pretty epic narrative possibilities.

(Trigger Warnings for: mentions of suicide, depression, trauma, real life racism, human experimentation.  Nothing more explicit than XMCU canon, however.)


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get to know me meme: favorite movies [5/?] - The Age of Adaline (2015)

On December 31, 2014, a taxicab traveled through San Francisco, from Chinatown to Marin. The car carried a single passenger: a woman, her birth name Adaline Bowman, current alias Jennifer Larson. This is the first and last chapter of her story.

lost and found

summary: adrien and marinette get drunk together, adrien spills his guts, and marinette quickly realizes that the partner she lost two years ago after the defeat of hawkmoth is right in front of her. oh, boy. aged up AU.

genre: romance, humor, angst, crying children 

cross-posted: ao3

preview:

“Do you remember Ladybug and Chat Noir?”

Marinette felt her brow furrow in a knee-jerk reaction. She almost wanted to laugh. Did she remember Ladybug and Chat Noir? She had lived and breathed Ladybug and Chat Noir. They formed a core part of her soul. But it had been a long, long time since Paris had needed its heroes.

After the defeat of Hawkmoth, Chat Noir had disappeared. And after a few weeks of showing up on rooftop after empty rooftop waiting fruitlessly for her partner to come out from the shadows, Marinette had forced herself to retire Ladybug as well. After a tearful goodbye with Tikki, she’d handed the earrings back to Master Fu and assured him that if evil ever returned to Paris, she’d take them back in a heartbeat.

The depression that had ensued had been unfathomable in its depth. The eighteenth year of Marinette’s life was a black hole that she hardly remembered.

Subconsciously, Marinette raised a hand to one unadorned earlobe. It was only when she saw Adrien look at her curiously, cautiously, that she realized she hadn’t responded yet. “Uh—uh-huh,” she said, nodding.

“Well, what if…” Adrien’s eyes fell to his hands, which were folded in his lap, but he appeared to force himself to look back at her once more before continuing to speak. “Mari, what if I told you that I was Chat Noir?”

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Sometimes I know I love you better
than all the others I kiss it’s funny

but it’s true and I wouldn’t roll
from one to the next so fast if you

hadn’t knocked them all down like
ninepins when you roared by my bed

I keep trying to race ahead and catch
you at the newest station or whistle

stop but you are flighty about
schedules and always soar away just

as leaning from my taxicab my breath
reaches for the back of your neck

—  Frank O’Hara, “Travel”

I hate these types of posts because

#1 they imply that everyone who is against immigration is stupid, poor, and uneducated, so smug rich white liberals can pat themselves on the back and tell themselves their socioeconomic class isn’t complicit in racism.

#2 All immigrants deserve the right to make a new life in a new country, not just neurologists and physicists. Taxicab drivers, bodega owners, waitresses, custodial staff, EVERYONE, not just people with fancy degrees.