today i remembered this movie existed

me a famous actor: you shouldnt use fishbowls. theyre one of the most disgusting abusive bits of “pet care” existing today. pet stores lie to you and sell you a product that WILL cause your fish to poison itself in its own waste so they can guarantee another sale. dont fall for it anymore. buy a tank with a filter and a heater if youre keeping tropical fish, and remember, goldfish should be able to live 20 years in a proper tank.
interviewer: uh ok thanks but i was asking you about your new movie?

i made a wild discovery today

In 2003-2005, there was a guy on BZP who made bionicle sprite comics. I don’t want to say what they were about since I don’t want to risk the 0.01% chance he’ll find this, but his comics are still out there.

When I was around 7-8 years old, I loved his comics. I thought they were the funniest stuff I ever read. I loved them so much, in fact, that I used to private message him all the time. I can’t bring myself to re-read our conversations, but I know that I could barely form complete sentences, and he did a very polite job handling a stupid barely-sentient child. I even used to make him a guest star in my old comics, because I considered us best friends for no reason. I think it’s because I just wished we were(I was a lonely child).

Fast forward to over a decade later. I just happened to remember he existed and started reading his comics over the past few days. I would leave the bricklink tab open, and before I went to sleep I’d read a couple comics. I finished today, and through sheer curiosity, used my NSA skills(google) to see if he was still around. I found him.

He works as a graphic designer for Lego, and even got one of his MOC designs to be an official Lego set. He also worked on the Lego movie and a whole list of other Lego themes and media.

I can’t believe it. The same guy I used to pretend was my best friend when I was 7 years old ended up working for Lego. After years of wondering if he was even still alive, I just found out that he’s living his dreams.

It’s been 14 years and I’m still in awe of him.

i just remembered today is american thanksgiving, so what better way to celebrate this american genocide holiday than consumerist fueled garbage

i love how this movie literally only exists because some board directors realized there is no popular animated 3d childrens movie for thanksgiving they can sell to. so they made one.

take shot for:

-hideous bowling pins that are supposedly ‘turkeys’ with feathered heads ????

-goofy male protagonist animal who loves human things and has never been in ~the wild~

-generic love interest who is skinner/has noticable breast/ lighter colour

-another shot for the fact that she is supposedly a ‘native turkey’ from the 1600s with the name Jenny

-these…’chicks’ that are sentient beach balls

-the native turkeys are almost all coded as being red


this movie’s only redeemable qualities:

the love interest has a lazy eye

these weird side characters

anonymous asked:

I'm so sorry that you had to spend the night at your abusers house, but it was for your health and I hope you feel better soon. Remember that you're incredibly strong and helpful to everyone reading this blog. You're a wonderful person and nobody deserves abuse, don't be afraid to take care of yourself that was stressful <3 make a cup of tea or hot cocoa or other drink you like and maybe watch a movie or read a book

you are so so kind! This means so much to me and I’ll definitely be doing some some self care today. I hope you are having a wonderful day and that you know I’m very glad you exist

What's It Like Being Black And Watching TV

Watching TV and being black is hard. We all know the jokes about black people getting killed in the first 10 minutes of a 2 hour film. And while that is the joke of today as more black people are involved in films with prominent roles are being made, it was a genuine fear for young me who was obsessed with TV. Black people were only prominent in slave movies and shows that only showed us as one dimensional beings either going through pain or rarely existing at all. It contributed to the way I viewed myself. Because I wasn’t seeing myself enough through TV, in reality I wasn’t seeing myself at all because I became someone that hated their own skin and I remembered being obsessed with Zack and Cody and seeing that they only liked thin skinny white girls and I prayed every night that I was one. I use to say awful things to other black people because they didn’t hold the European standard of beauty that I wished black people had.
Today it’s not the issue anymore and I’m so happy for that. What contributed to the change of my mindset like what contributed to my self hate was finally seeing myself in media around 2010. Black people were being more involved and sure they weren’t the lead but I took it and held onto it. Shows like Scandal and sleepy hollow that had a sudden wave of enthusiasm were popping up and finally a main black character. And finally The Flash completely defying years of comic book history to have their first black Iris West till this day can make me overwhelmed with years because finally, at last, I am seeing ME.
But the problem that keeps interfering with these progression is racism. It has always been a hinderance to black people making progression. But it has become so indirect that people will say anything that’s false to cover it up because unlike before where you can be open about racism and hinder black people it’s obviously not acceptable today. People will say things like “It’s only a coincidence I don’t like the only black woman on the show” or “she’s not written well enough” and when powerful black women like Michonne from The Walking Dead ends up with the male lead they will come up with something silly like “I only see them as friends.” You see them as friends because you ONLY want them to be friends. My mom use to tell me in a more poetic way, that every time a black person who’s carrying a bucket of water and they manage to empty it someone will always refill it. Every time we manage to finally find some happiness they want to snatch it away and keep us in an indirect bondage they have created for us since the end of slavery. Shows like The Flash who made history with a black Iris west wasn’t accepted by fans before the show aired because people can’t stand seeing a black Iris West. And when Iris and the lead Barry are become romantically involved the same excuse they used for Richonne from the walking dead they use for westallen. “I only see Iris and Barry as brother and sister.” But there was never in anyway an indication that they saw it that way and so it’s because you WANT them to be brother and sister the reason you SEE them as brother and sister. And silly ship wars are becoming so tedious and “loud” in terms of constantly talking about it that the cast of The Flash is noticing.
These anti-richonne, anti-westallen, anti-karolsen from Supergirl or whatever interracial relationship that has black people in more prominent roles have white people that will whatever it takes to degrade and push aside the black characters because they don’t want to see us at the forefront of a show. They want to see us for a limited time. They want us dead in the first 10 minutes of a 2 hour movie. They want us in the background. And being black and watching TV only gets tiring but it’s worth fighting for representation if it’s to prevent a little black boy or little black girl to turn out like me when I was younger.

An open letter : To a 20's mid girl.

You’ve spent so many years looking forward to this phase of your life. And it always looked so cool. So glamorous. So filled with love and laughter.

Yet here you are. With knowledge that it’s anything but.

It’s messy buns and messier lives. It’s baggy shirts and overflowing laundry bags. It’s a lot of work and never enough money. It’s freedom with responsibilities. And life is no longer what it seemed.

Different people are doing different things.

Your best friend’s getting married. Your old classmate is killing it with success. Your ex is happy in love. Your old mate is drowning in drugs. Different people are doing different things. But not you. You’re just existing. You’re getting through everyday a little better than the last. But then you have days where you can’t get up at all.

You spend your Friday evenings holed up in a corner because you’re too responsible to drink your night away. Too control freakish to lose yourself to someone else’s tunes. But somehow, this isn’t enough. This life you’re living doesn’t feel complete. Loneliness wraps around you like a blanket you love and you wonder where you went wrong. Why you became different to everyone else.

“Did I do too much too soon? Did I not do enough? Was there a reason why it was never me? Is this going to be the rest of my life? Alone? Unsuccessful? Filled with dreams that never come true?”

And your hands reach out to your phone. One text. One call. To that someone who might make you feel pretty. Who might make you feel important. And your need takes over.

The need to feel accepted. To feel appreciated. To feel adored. To feel loved.

And it is so strong, you forget your sanity for a few minutes of flattery. You lessen your worth for dishonest words. The hurt in your heart, camouflaged. If only for a few seconds.

But it’s never enough. And when you wake up, it’s worse. The hammering of your heart so loud in your ears. A memory of last night frustratingly haunting. Yet another mistake. Yet again.

You scream hateful words to yourself. When will I ever learn? You go over those messages. Those conversations. How you fell right back into a ditch when you knew better. Just for a moment, you wish you weren’t yourself.

And in that moment, read these words:

Breathe. It’s not so bad. You think I don’t understand. But I do. Because I’m there, too. I’ve made that call. I’ve texted that wrong person. I’ve woken up with regrets. I still do. I’ve felt the need to be held. I’ve felt that silent green monster towards a friend in love.
Yes, we all make those mistakes. And we all think nobody else does. But they do.

So please, don’t hate yourself. And don’t stop. Don’t stop loving with all you have. Don’t stop wishing on every shooting star. Don’t stop dreaming of fairytales and being as amazing as Malala Yousafzai. You might not always get there, but don’t stop.

You have so much left to do. You have a world filled with life waiting to happen. You have books to be read. Steps to be taken. Places to see. People to meet. You haven’t lived half your life yet. There’s so much ahead. And in ten years, when you look back, you’ll wish you were here again.

So don’t waste it wallowing in your own sadness. Don’t lose yourself to your self-pity and non-existent boundaries. Use everyday. And I don’t mean spend thousands of dollars and visit the North Pole. I know how you’re struggling to make ends meet.

Do the simple things. Stop procrastinating. Take a walk with nature. Go to the gym. Read your favorite book for the millionth time. Watch a movie. Write your novel. Sketch until you’re better than the best. Eat like you’re dying tomorrow. And most importantly, make mistakes. Your heart will heal. But today will never be back again. Don’t live with “Could-have-been’s.” Take chances.

And ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS remember – It’s okay to be alone.

There is time to let your life revolve around someone else. But today, let it revolve around you.

Not because you can’t find someone. Not because you can’t be loved.

But because you deserve to wake up with a smile. You deserve to live life. To make memories so wild, you’ll be the coolest grandparent they’ve ever known.

Breathe. It’s only your mid-20’s.

You’re going to be alright.

..

By Poornima Baskar

The Only Exception (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Request:  I listened to the song ‘The Only Exception’ by Paramore and I was hoping for an imagine based on it with Bucky x Reader. She had a really hard past, and doesn’t open up to people very well and certainly doesn’t think she’ll ever fall in love, but then Bucky comes along and changes her mind :) Thanks so much!

I listened to the song 'The Only Exception’ by Paramore and I was hoping for an imagine based on it with Bucky x Reader. She had a really hard past, and doesn’t open up to people very well and certainly doesn’t think she’ll ever fall in love, but then Bucky comes along and changes her mind :) Thanks so much!

When I was younger I saw my daddy cry

And curse at the wind.

He broke his own heart and I watched

As he tried to reassemble it.

And my momma swore

That she would never let herself forget.

And that was the day that I promised

I’d never sing of love if it does not exist.

“Hey, (Y/N), you want me to grab anything for ya?”  Steve asked, standing up from the expansive couch in the lounge of the tower with an extended stretch of his arms above his head and a long yawn.  “I need caffeine or I’ll be asleep before we get even halfway through the movie.”

“Nah, I’m good.  But if you remember, I said we didn’t have to do this.  You had a tough mission today, Steve, I think you can pass on this.”

“Movie night is always Thursday.  We can’t break tradition now.  Besides, you had a rough day too.  We both need this.”  He gave you a fatigued smile, though a hint of sparkle still reflected in his eyes from behind heavy lids.  Steve glanced at Bucky, who was sitting on the couch next to you but watching the screen intently.  Or, at least he appeared that way.

“Was it bad?” 

You had to strain to listen, not sure if you had actually heard him speak or if you had imagined it.  “Did you say something, Buck?”

 “Was it bad?” he asked again, slightly louder than the first time, but his head was still turned away.  “With your parents today?  You’ve seemed really tense since you got back.”  

Even though his gaze was cast away, you nodded in agreement; you had been tense. You’d been in knots since you got back to the tower to meet up with your friends.  Spending time with your parents was work, and frustration, and pain with only the slightest hint of what joy used to feel like.    They argued over everything and nothing, sometimes forgetting that you were even there, wrapped up in their own drama and rehashing histories that were long gone. Steve knew how much it bothered you; he was your best friend and had seen it first hand.  Bucky was still fairly new to the team, and to you, but despite that he was beginning to find a special place in your heart with each interaction.  For a man who had been through so much trauma of his own, he was a surprisingly gentle soul.

“It sucked.  But its okay, I’m used to it.  Steve usually does a good job of getting me out of there when he sees that I’m about to lose it.  I just didn’t have him there today, is all,” you sighed, jumping slightly when he grabbed your feet and spun you to put them over his lap.  He slowly and methodically began to rub them until you felt your entire body begin to relax.  “If you keep doing that, I’ll be asleep before the old man.”

“So what if you are?”

“You’d have to carry me back to my room.”

Bucky didn’t say anything for several minutes, his gaze still fixed on the images on the screen while his hands continued to work their magic on your feet; his grip changed slightly and moved up towards your calf.  “Could I come with you?”

“I’m sorry?”

He finally turned his head to look at you for the first time, opening his mouth to respond just at Steve reappeared.  Trying to be quick, he leaned in close to whisper in your ear; holding his head steady, his gaze shifted past you to cautiously watch his friend approach.  “Could I come with you?”

But darling,

You are the only exception.

Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul

That love never lasts.

And we’ve got to find other ways to make it alone.

Or keep a straight face.

And I’ve always lived like this

Keeping a comfortable distance.

And up until now I have sworn to myself

That I’m content with loneliness.

Because none of it was ever worth the risk.

When the movie ended, Bucky held up his end of the promise, sweeping an arm under your legs and another around your back, carrying you to your room as you slept.  You had fallen asleep at movie night many times, and Steve was always your savior from having to drag yourself across and up the tower to your room, but when Bucky picked you up, Steve didn’t question it at all.  

You woke slightly at the rhythmic motions of walking as he carried you, but you kept your head rested on his chest.  You could feel his warm breath in your hair and the curve of each muscle in his arm as he held you.  The attention to these details was something you hadn’t experienced before, and now you could even feel your heart begin to beat just a little bit faster. Once he reached the door to your room he stopped, not sure how to open it when you were fully in his arms. Smiling to yourself, you slowly reached your arm out and opened it for him.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“Have you ever tried to sleep with someone carrying you?”

“Valid point,” he whispered, carrying you to your bed and laying you on top of the quilted blanket that covered it.  Bucky watched you for a moment as you pulled your legs under and found a comfortable place, waiting to say something until you were settled.  “Can I sit with you for a while?”  He opened his mouth to say more, but paused for a moment of introspection on what he wanted to say.   “No…sorry, no…you should sleep.  I’ll see you tomorrow, (Y/N).”

“Buck, you asked me if you could come with me, so stay.”  Your arm reached over and pulled the blanket up on the opposite side of the bed, and you looked at him expectantly.  “Come on, sit by me.  We can talk until one or both of us falls asleep.”  He stood silently, looking at you, then to the door, and back to you, clearly displaying his anxiety and uncertainty about the intimate proximity you were offering.  He finally and reluctantly moved to slide in next to you, but remained seated against the headboard.

“Is this okay?”

He was keeping a safe distance, but you could feel that he wanted to be closer.  “Tell me what’s going on.  You’ve never asked to come up here before, so why now?  Did something happen?”  You rolled over towards him and propped yourself up on your elbow, “talk to me.”

I’ve got a tight grip on reality,

But I can’t let go of what’s in front of me here.

I know you’re leaving in the morning when you wake up.

Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream.

And I’m on my way to believing.

Oh, and I’m on my way to believing.

“It’s come to my…attention…” he stammered quietly, purposefully not looking at you, “I mean…I’m beginning to feel…oh, dammit anyway…”  He pushed himself up straighter as if he were gathering his strength, his hands now nervously grazing the tops of his thighs.  “I don’t know what to do with my hands…”

You took the cue to take action, reaching over and grabbing them with both of yours.  “Calm down, it’s just me.”  He tried to pull them away for only a split second, but quickly resolved to leaving them where you held them, watching your fingers intertwine with his, both human and metal.  “Okay, I’m not good with this emotional stuff, in case you didn’t notice.  I assume that you aren’t either, given how this is going.”

“I used to be.”

“Then you’re already one step ahead of me.”

“I like you, (Y/N).  A lot,” he blurted out, still watching your hands with his.  “In everything that’s happened over the past few months, and everything with Steve and the team, I’ve decided that there’s really only one thing that I want.  One thing that I can’t compromise on, and that’s you.”

“Wow,” you said in an almost inaudible tone, looking at him with a surprise that rapidly faded to a calming resole and relief that he made the first move.  “In that case, I think its time that I make a very important exception”

anonymous asked:

Remember, a lot of the fairytales that Disney bases their movies on ARE from white cultures. Yes, there are a lot of white people, but that's because the stories originate from white cultures.

This was ignorant the first time I heard it and it’s ignorant the one-thousandth time I’ve heard it.

Not this tired ass excuse when things like Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales For Every Child existed in my lifetime. Nope. Not today.

-Ren

You’ve spent so many years looking forward to this phase of your life. And it always looked so cool. So glamorous. So filled with love and laughter.

Yet here you are. With knowledge that it’s anything but.

It’s messy buns and messier lives. It’s baggy shirts and overflowing laundry bags. It’s a lot of work and never enough money. It’s freedom with responsibilities. And life is no longer what it seemed.

Different people are doing different things.

Your best friend’s getting married. Your old classmate is killing it with success. Your ex is happy in love. Your old mate is drowning in drugs. Different people are doing different things. But not you. You’re just existing. You’re getting through everyday a little better than the last. But then you have days where you can’t get up at all.

You spend your Friday evenings holed up in a corner because you’re too responsible to drink your night away. Too control freakish to lose yourself to someone else’s tunes. But somehow, this isn’t enough. This life you’re living doesn’t feel complete. Loneliness wraps around you like a blanket you love and you wonder where you went wrong. Why you became different to everyone else.

“Did I do too much too soon? Did I not do enough? Was there a reason why it was never me? Is this going to be the rest of my life? Alone? Unsuccessful? Filled with dreams that never come true?”

And your hands reach out to your phone. One text. One call. To that someone who might make you feel pretty. Who might make you feel important. And your need takes over.

The need to feel accepted. To feel appreciated. To feel adored. To feel loved.

And it is so strong, you forget your sanity for a few minutes of flattery. You lessen your worth for dishonest words. The hurt in your heart, camouflaged. If only for a few seconds.

But it’s never enough. And when you wake up, it’s worse. The hammering of your heart so loud in your ears. A memory of last night frustratingly haunting. Yet another mistake. Yet again.

You scream hateful words to yourself. When will I ever learn? You go over those messages. Those conversations. How you fell right back into a ditch when you knew better. Just for a moment, you wish you weren’t yourself.

And in that moment, read these words:

Breathe. It’s not so bad. You think I don’t understand. But I do. Because I’m there, too. I’ve made that call. I’ve texted that wrong person. I’ve woken up with regrets. I still do. I’ve felt the need to be held. I’ve felt that silent green monster towards a friend in love.
Yes, we all make those mistakes. And we all think nobody else does. But they do.

So please, don’t hate yourself. And don’t stop. Don’t stop loving with all you have. Don’t stop wishing on every shooting star. Don’t stop dreaming of fairytales and being as amazing as Malala Yousafzai. You might not always get there, but don’t stop.

You have so much left to do. You have a world filled with life waiting to happen. You have books to be read. Steps to be taken. Places to see. People to meet. You haven’t lived half your life yet. There’s so much ahead. And in ten years, when you look back, you’ll wish you were here again.

So don’t waste it wallowing in your own sadness. Don’t lose yourself to your self-pity and non-existent boundaries. Use everyday. And I don’t mean spend thousands of dollars and visit the North Pole. I know how you’re struggling to make ends meet.

Do the simple things. Stop procrastinating. Take a walk with nature. Go to the gym. Read your favorite book for the millionth time. Watch a movie. Write your novel. Sketch until you’re better than the best. Eat like you’re dying tomorrow. And most importantly, make mistakes. Your heart will heal. But today will never be back again. Don’t live with “Could-have-been’s.” Take chances.

And ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS remember – It’s okay to be alone.

There is time to let your life revolve around someone else. But today, let it revolve around you.

Not because you can’t find someone. Not because you can’t be loved.

But because you deserve to wake up with a smile. You deserve to live life. To make memories so wild, you’ll be the coolest grandparent they’ve ever known.

Breathe. It’s only your mid-20’s.

You’re going to be alright.

By Poornima Baskar

Aries - You belong with the stars.

Taurus - Stop treating your soul like a mess that needs cleaning. Your simple existence is a success.

Gemini - How you feel when you’re alone at 2AM does not define you.

Cancer - I hear a distinct thump-thumping in your chest. There’s passion crying to be freed. What are you going to do about that?

Leo - Cry out. Make noise. Set yourself free.

Virgo - Dust off your priorities and review them.

Libra - I can’t believe we exist at the same time. I am so lucky.

Scorpio - You are more than labels. Do not limit yourself for the comfort of others.

Sagittarius - Dance a little too much and sing a little too loud today.

Capricorn - Go watch your favourite childhood movie and remember what it was like.

Aquarius - You are so haunted by toxic thoughts lately.

Pisces - No one prepares for pain. It’s okay to be frightened when it hits you.

—  next week’s horoscopes, s.s.
  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: Today is the day the 'Minions' film comes out. I have been dreading this day for a long time. The minions are everywhere and I can't take it anymore. WE MUST SEND BACK A TERMINATOR TO PREVENT THEM FROM EVER BEING CREATED. STOP SKYNET FROM EVER BEING BORN. JULY 10. Remember that date. Today is now our version of Judgement Day. delete Pierre Coffin and delete the minions from existence.
Yeah so uh that weird dinosaur movie or something

Ok so let me be that obnoxious paleontologist for a second and tell you some dino things in honour of today.

(No spoilers- but go see the movie! Fantastic!)

  • Pteranodons and Pterodactyls ate fish (I mean, you’d pick out of a crowd of people too though, wouldn’t you?)
  • If they hadn’t been genetically altered, none of those dinosaurs could exist in today’s climate.
  • That giant sea dinosaur you saw but can’t remember the name of? Yeah, that’s a Rhomaleosaurus. I think the more well-known dino is Mosasaurs- but that’s an entirely different dinosaur; twice the size of that fucker.
  • Those Velociraptors looked more like Dromaeosaurs. Velociraptors had longer, pointier snouts- much like an alligator. It’d be like comparing a wolf to a coyote. Just sayin’.
  • The Jurassic period didn’t happen all at once. Raptors and Allosaurus (the smaller, three fingered Rex-looking guy) didn’t exist until closer to the end, where Tyrannosauridae lived for only about 15 million years at the end of the Cretaceous period. Yeah. They weren’t even Jurassic. So there were no epic T. Rex vs Allosaurus battles. Sorry.
  • From 2006 to present day, the Tyrannosaurus Rex was switched from the Spinosauridae family to the rightful Tyrannosaurini classification. Why was it even a Spinosauridae in the first place??
blog plug

Go check out reverseau.  It’s a blog where people in other realities invent alternate universes, except all of their alternate universes are our universe.

The alternate realities they envision are so simple: AU in which there is a much smaller species of tiger that curls up in your lap.  AU in which Star Trek didn’t end after just three seasons but in fact spawned spin-off shows and movies that are still being made even today.  AU in which Venn diagrams can compare more than two things using different lay-outs.

Every time one pops up I say, “but that does exist.”  And then I remember how cool our universe really is.  Because we got more Star Trek.