obsessed with this post because it forced me to pronounce “meatballs” in a way i never would have before. meæãt balls
idk all i see here is an excellent opportunity to troll these people all the way to hell and back
my art style is heavily influenced by the art movement known as “gråtrunka”. It has its roots in old swedish folklore and is primarily about dealing with loneliness and longing. Its a very subtle and unique form of vent art that has its origins from around the 1200bc.
Okay that's pretty funny
Because treating people fairly often means treating them differently.
This is something that I teach my students during the first week of school and they understand it. Eight year olds can understand this and all it costs is a box of band-aids.
I have each students pretend they got hurt and need a band-aid. Children love band-aids. I ask the first one where they are hurt. If he says his finger, I put the band-aid on his finger. Then I ask the second one where they are hurt. No matter what that child says, I put the band-aid on their finger exactly like the first child. I keep doing that through the whole class. No matter where they say their pretend injury is, I do the same thing I did with the first one.
After they all have band-aids in the same spot, I ask if that actually helped any of them other than the first child. I say, “Well, I helped all of you the same! You all have one band-aid!” And they’ll try to get me to understand that they were hurt somewhere else. I act like I’m just now understanding it. Then I explain, “There might be moments this year where some of you get different things because you need them differently, just like you needed a band-aid in a different spot.”
If at any time any of my students ask why one student has a different assignment, or gets taken out of the class for a subject, or gets another teacher to come in and help them throughout the year, I remind my students of the band-aids they got at the start of the school year and they stop complaining. That’s why eight year olds can understand equity.
I remember reading somewhere once “we should be speaking of equity instead of equality” and that is a principle that applies here me thinks
I will reblog this every time it shows up on my dash, because, frankly, the world cannot get enough reminders.
The Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Phantom of the Opera and Beauty and the Beast all speak to one of humankind most consistent questions;
can French men be loved?
The Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Phantom of the Opera and Beauty and the Beast all speak to one of humankind most consistent questions;
can French men be loved?
SPY x FAMILY has a really fun way of making sure “The Big Guy” (Yor) doesn’t solve everything in 5 seconds.
A lot of other stories tend to keep The Big Guy from fixing everything by just writing them out entirely, but it’s honestly kinda trite.
“Oh no, Superman ran into the nth person with Kryptonite! Can the Justice League still save the day?”
“Oh no, Storm got knocked out by a sneak attack. Guess the X-Men can’t count of her really strong weather powers today.”
“Oh no, Goku’s out of town and he can’t reach us yet! Will the others survive long enough for him to make it back?”
But Yor tends not to get written out of the plot that deliberately. She just has zero context for anything that’s going on.
She thinks that she’s living with a kindly widower and his adorable (totally not adopted a week ago) daughter, and that’s basically it for the Forgers. Loid and Anya keep her 100% in the dark, so they never fill her in on the situation because Loid assumes that she’s just a civilian and Anya just really needs this family to stick together.
Loid and Anya have to worry about terrorists and enemy spies and everything while Yor’s just going about her day and feeling peachy keen.
But the second she realizes that someone’s trying to hurt her loved ones:
This is the woman who kicked a man through a metal ceiling. This is the woman who kicked another man so hard that he ricocheted off the walls of an alleyway like a pinball. This is the woman who can kick a car off the road without even trying.
(Side tangent, but I’m only just now realizing how much kicking Yor does. Kicks for days.)
The narrative tension doesn’t come from Yor being in a coma or being far away, it’s that Loid and Anya can’t tell her what’s happening because of their own secrets, so Yor only gets to step in when the situation is already out of their control. And when she does, she puts the fear of god into whoever they’re facing.
Goncharov (1973) dir. Martin Scorsese
“The greatest mafia movie (n)ever made.”
i got these knockoff boots online and instead of the brand name on the tag they have the name of an apparently nonexistent martin scorsese movie??? what the fuck
I FIGURED OUT WHAT THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE
After searching in depth on every possible term on these shoes, I ended up in the filmography of Italian producer Domenico Procacci, leading me to the film Gomorrah, which I noticed KINDA looks like Goncharov. So I did some digging into Gomorrah and it’s about the Naples mafia… which finally led me to finding this image
Martin Scorsese is on it because he lended his name to it to boost its reception in the US
This post has haunted me for so long I’m so glad I figured this out
people on twitter are like "lmao i bet tumblr users are so mad about 'twitter refugees' i saw someone saying its gentrification" while tumblr users are collectively writing something i can only describe as an epistolary screenplay
every time…
honored to be a part of the Goncharov phenomenon via people reblogging my meme comic 👍✨ (also I’m so glad to see people rediscovering Goncharov, I watched it in my sophomore year film class and it really stuck with me but for some reason I feel like nobody talks about this film)
Hallo hallo! This is my piece for @souyozine hehe! I went for something kinda bittersweet(?)
It was such an honor to be able to work on this project with everyone (*´ω｀*)❤
So there's this back and forth between Alhaitham and Cyno. But you know what the problem is between the two of them?
Their hair.
Alhaitham's hair covers his right eye. Cyno's hair covers his left.
So they're not really seeing eye to eye
EDIT: This post has officially hit over 1k notes.
Pls don't let my awful sleep deprived humor be my legacy. I have so much more to offer than this