Maxine Peake as Hamlet (Production Photos) - Credit [x]
If you’ve ever heard my rants about vaccination, you know it’s a major topic with me. Because hey, I’m one of these immunosuppressed people this comic talks about, so it’s a bit of a sensitive subject. (“Oh, I’m sorry, you don’t like getting vaccinated? I don’t like having three month long respiratory infections because you gave me the freaking flu, but I guess you don’t care about that”)
Essentially, Ellen and her wonderful character Katherine have just said it better than I ever could—and using Shaun of the Dead references, too!!! It’s all about herd immunity—getting vaccinated isn’t just about your own health, it’s about the health—and non-zombification—of the entire human race.
SO REBLOG THIS!! LIKE THIS!!! SPREAD IT LIKE WILDFIRE!!!!!
Me. Cause it’s true. (via godiscobalt)
moment of appreciation for legolas’ overwhelmed and slightly aroused face as he watches the trees of fangorn kill the uruk-hai after helm’s deep
No, but you don’t understand. Long ago it was the elves who taught the trees to speak, but that was before Legolas was born. During his lifetime, he saw Mirkwood fall into silence and darkness. This, this was the forests finally coming to life again, as they were always supposed to be.
marvel movies that need to be made, stat.
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I like to think she wears a jumper because a bakery is the only place warm enough for her demonic skin.
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LOL this is great.
if it’s the sort of thing you would think of when casting a patronus charm then it’s not a waste of time
Dapper as f**k. [via]
The Spirit of Winter (by Mikko Lagerstedt)
okay, I’ve reconsidered this question, and I have some more thoughts about attractiveness as a person who is Not Attractive and never has been, and will not be, barring an act of god or the sudden discovery of a passion for exercise.
(the former being more likely than he latter)
Because a lot of people (advice columns, mothers, etc.) respond to the question of attractiveness with suggestions about changing your mode of presentation—dress in a way that gives you confidence! they say, That’s what’s really attractive! If you think you look good, you’ll feel better about yourself!
Very few of those people mention how much effort, time, thought, and money has to go into “looking good.” Fewer ask whether you care about wanting to look good, or talk about the fact that such advice just seems to swap out one societal standard for another.
And they especially don’t talk about how “looking good” is not an attainable thing for everyone. Because the truth of the matter is some people are just not attractive by the definition society gives. Yeah, we can talk about how unfair that standard is, how it seems like the be-all-end-all for women, how narrow and white that hole is—look, it’s a fucking stupid standard, but it’s there, and the weight of it is real. And the reality is that short of an invisibility cloak, nothing is going to hide the fact that I am a size 16. I can pack on the concealer and do my eyeliner divinely, but the truth is I have some spectacular acne scarring on my cheeks; long sleeves will hide my stretch marks but I can’t will them out of existence. I can’t “look good” I can only look passable, look like I’m trying. That’s the closest I get.
(in fact, when I dress up nicely, I tend to feel like the whole world becomes insincere—people tell me I look nice in the way that they tell a little girl wearing her mother’s lipstick she looks nice. bless her heart look at the fat girl trying to be a person isn’t she adorable)
So what you do instead, is you choose another standard. You say, I will never be beautiful, but I can be smart and kind and fierce and true, I can do good work, make and mend, I can be a friend and a sister, I can live my life the best way I know how and that is enough that is more than enough. That is a higher, harder, truer, finer calling than being beautiful.
It doesn’t quite drown out all the voices telling you that your worth is determined on a ten-point scale, but it helps.
An actual headline from The New York Times in 1919
I love this so much.
I don’t care if he was smoking a doobie a mile long, it wasn’t a shooting offense. Stealing cigars, if true, wasn’t a shooting offense. He could have been letting air out of the tires of the chief’s fucking tires and it still wouldn’t be a shooting offense, you know why? THERE IS NO CRIME IN THIS COUNTRY THAT IS A SHOOTING OFFENSE. Even if he’d been jailed, arraigned, gone through all the procedures of court for felony murder in a death penalty state, been found guilty and exhausted all of his appeals, no one could shoot him. As it was, he was walking down the street.
Walking. Because that’s what dangerous guilty horrible criminal persons do in this country, friends and neighbors, they walk down the street, ignoring the police officer in such a perverse, vicious, and heinous manner that the police officer, protecting and serving his tightly gripped ass off, shoots him. Multiple times. Because everyone knows the white policeman would never just plain haul off and shoot an innocent man in these United Racist States.
I hate this. There will never be justice here. Never.