rick and morty is good actually but no one is allowed to say that because idiot dudebros ruined it for everyone
rick and morty had an episode that combined a political drama, an allegory for tensions between cops and racial minorities, a parody of the film stand by me, and a discussion of class uprising and actually made sense and tied into an earlier narrative but we can’t enjoy that because some entitled assholes took a joke too seriously and acted like jerks at mcdonalds
The top 5 heaviest Pokemon in the game are all literally composed of metal, legendary beasts of the earth, or made of actual dark matter, but the 6th-heaviest is just a regular horse
Yeah, that's about the normal weight for a fully-grown Clydesdale.
the point of this post is much less about the weight of the horse itself and more about the fact that there are like 900 pokemon that are lighter than it including actual whales, every gigantic legendary dragon, two pokemon based on kaiju, a hippopotamus, an elephant, and several large pokemon composed entirely of metal
my absolute favorite corner of tumblr are those original cats the musical stans who are furious with the cats film because of the homophobic implications of not having rum tug tugger and mister mistoffeles be in love
Liam Neeson apparently was a danger on set because the jedi have like four basic moves but he was trained for swordfighting for Rob Roy so he would wave his plastic sword in new and interesting ways that would not be choreographed but were traditional actual ways to fight with a sword
To be fair, that does sound like something Qui-Gon would do.
between Liam actually knowing what he was doing and Ewan not being able to stop himself from making lightsaber noises it's a wonder the Phantom Menace got made at all
London, 1793, a tailor shop in Soho
Aziraphale: I need to look my best, see, I have a date in Paris
Aziraphale's tailor, an 80 years old gay man: Oh, with your smooth fella
Aziraphale: Yes, the very same! I haven't see him in too long , this needs to change.
The tailor, measuring him: What kind of date?
Aziraphale: I think I'll get myself into a spot of trouble, that always seems to get his attention. What do you think would look best for a prison cell?
The tailor: ... satin, ruffles and lace. We need to go for the damsel in distress look.
Aziraphale: Yes, exactly!
A week later
Aziraphale: My good man, I need you to make me all the same clothes again, the ones you made me ended up on the guillotine.
Tailor: Oh! That's too sad, they were good clothes. How was your date?
Aziraphale: We had crêpes!
the Star Wars universe is great because you read enough you eventually find out things like the fact that the Stormtrooper whose armor Luke stole in Episode IV was gay and in an affair with fucking Grand Moff Tarkin, which is a completely canonical fact that I am not making up.
The next time you watch a New Hope, keep in mind Luke is wearing the armor of a man who knew Tarkin sexually. The armor Luke is wearing when he says the iconic line “I’m Luke Skywalker, I’m here to rescue you” has more than likely been on the floor of Tarkin’s bedroom.
since I’m getting naysayers about this again!
Jealous of this one troop for getting this hunk
The rugs in said officer’s quarters are also Veermok hide. Tarkin killed the leader of a Veermok troupe on Eriadu as a rite of passage when he was growing up; they carry HUGE significance to him. He named his personal ship the Carrion Spike, after the volcanic formation the Veermok inhabited on the planet and the site of his kill.
And I’ve only seen/heard of Veermok in the Tarkin novel. So.
It’s Tarkin.
That armor was worn by two different twinks. ._.
So it’s very late but I want to share the best piece of wisdom my mother has ever offered me.
One time, when I was having a very hard time, bad enough that I admitted I was struggling to my mother. My mother looked at me and told me: “Don’t make big decisions in February.”
I was very confused, because it was not February at the time, but she explained that one year, when she was younger but old enough to live on her own, she was having a very hard time, much like me. She found herself feeling especially low and especially stressed in February. And she decided she wouldn’t make any big changes for the rest of the month.
And the month went by, and she had a hard time, but time passed and it happened that by the beginning of March, she was feeling a lot better. And she was able to make big decisions she had avoided in February.
So now it’s a mantra for me: Don’t make big decisions in February.
February being whenever I feel down or angry or stressed.
Boss or coworkers being crappy? Don’t make big decisions in February.
Feeling lonely and it’s 2am and you have a bottle of hair dye just sitting on your bathroom sink? Don’t make big decisions in February.
Give yourself space to think through your decisions. Bad moods rarely give you the best judgement. Anxiety disorders, depression, and other mental illnesses will try to convince you the wrong decisions are the right ones, and in the moment, they sound very convincing.
So give yourself time to figure out if that’s what you actually need, what you actually want, and what would maybe feel good in the moment but have consequences you’re not willing or ready to deal with.
Try not to make life changes in February, whatever February is for you.
I know this is a post about February as a metaphor for rough times, but as someone whose rough times ARE February (and who’s known many other people for whom February is rough, either due to seasonal depression or just the bad luck of life shit hitting around then all the time), I highly recommend not making big decisions in ACTUAL February as well, unless you’re 100% doing well in February.
Because, well… February is terrible.
Everyone in your world can teleport within 10 feet of the person they love the most. Your best friend wonders how you always seem to be there just when they need you.
State Farm puts out a series of joking commercials. The punch line being that of all the people in your insurance agent’s life, you’re the one they care about most- you’re the person they can teleport to.
It’s bold of them to joke about something so controversial. After all, who your ‘port is can make or break a relationship. Study after study has been done on the ‘port between parent and child and psychiatrists are always analyzing your ‘port history.
The commercials are tacky, too. They make fun of the power inherent in a person’s greatest love. That’s what a ‘port is, after all, your love for someone being strong enough to take you to wherever they are. All in all State Farm’s “good neighbor” commercials leave people shaking their heads and laughing uncomfortably.
Caitlyn’s not laughing when a man brings a gun to her school.
Her class is on the yard and there’s no warning- he’s just there, with a gun, and her kids are frozen.
Mickey’s too close too close and not moving and the man is turning the gun towards him. Mickey’s only 8 and he drives her nuts most days. He cries and screams and he runs away and he makes things up and he loves his mom and his sister and he cried when Caitlyn got stitches and she loves him she loves him she loves him.
She feels a moment of disorientation and suddenly she’s between the man and the boy.
She doesn’t hesitate, just wraps herself around Mickey. Then she closes her eyes and reaches inside herself for the first-easiest-always, thinks I love you I love you I love you and feels the shift of the ‘port.
And her eyes land on Zeke, who is jerking to his feet in shock, and she feels a huge wave of relief. Zeke’s been her ‘port since they were months old and her aunt got up one morning to find two babies in the crib instead of one. These days they usually plan their visits and Caitlyn’s never brought a kid before, so Zeke has questions in his eyes.
Before he can voice any, she’s pushing Mickey towards him and gasping out “I have to go back-”
And she’s thinking of the next closest kid, Jasper, one of her rough and tumble boys, he’s so big, 8 years old and almost as tall as her, Jazz is learning to control his temper and his energy but there’s a sweetness to him that comes out at the oddest moments. It’s easy to declare I love I love I love and then she’s grabbing Jazz and sending herself back to Zeke’s shelter.
He’s a little more prepared this time, reaching out to steady her and guide Jazz away while she turns her thoughts and heart to the next kid.
And she’s gone and grabbing Topher, her sweet boy who listens and cares and tries, and they’re back to Zeke.
And she’s gone and grabbing Zornitsa, her scampy little comedian, and back to Zeke.
And she’s gone and grabbing Ariel and Kaho and Clarissa, her gymnast trio with their fierceness and their determination, and back to Zeke.
This time she thinks to shrug her backpack off and gasp out “There’s a list- in the emergency folder-”
And then she’s gone again.
When she reaches for Heidi, her zippy little miss who won’t touch fruit and loves worms and has grown so much, that she lands inside. She pulls Heidi and Adela into her arms and shifts back to Zeke.
Her kids are away from the man with the gun and she feels shaky. She takes a couple breaths, bracing her hands on her thighs. Then she thinks of passion-dedication-exasperation, guide and guidee, and wraps that all around her I love I love I love.
The next moment she’s in a closet turned office made all the smaller by the crush of people in it. She looks up at her boss as several kids stifle startled yelps and Colin looks back with wide eyes under his tangled mop of curls.
“What-” he starts to ask.
“Third grade was on the yard, there wasn’t time to get indoors, but I think I got them all safe,” Caitlyn tells him.
“How?” he asks.
“Like this,” she says, voice tinged with hysterical laughter.
She wraps her arms around Carmela, Elizaveta, Winona, and Joanna and reaches for Zeke. She drops the girls off and goes back to Colin, who goggles.
“I know you need to stay on site, but I thought you should know that I’m evacuating our kids,” Caitlyn tells him.
Colin shakes off his astonishment and squares his lanky shoulders.
“Can you get to kinder?” he asks, eyes lighting up.
“Yes,” Caitlyn says, “with Nancy there that will be easy.”
“Get them all out,” Colin says, “and tell Nancy to start listing who is safe, have her message me.”
“Will do,” she says with a nod. She grabs the three remaining kids and takes them to Zeke.
She thinks of Nancy then, they have different classes this year but they’re still brain mates, still the team, and it’s easy to wrap finishing each others sentences and communicating without words around her I love I love I love.
Nancy startles when she appears, and several of the babies scream. Team Kinder moves into action, hushing and calming. Nancy just waits, meeting Caitlyn’s eyes.
“Colin sent me, I’m evacuating you guys,” Caitlyn explains. “I can take as many as I can hold at a time. How do you want to do this?”
Nancy nods once.
“Start with Mr. Mason and Bashir and Rafael,” Nancy says. “I’ll have the next group ready when you get back.
Caitlyn nods and grabs them.
Things go pretty smoothly after that. Nancy sends kinder off a group at a time and then quickly takes control of the chaotic crowd that Caitlyn has already saved.
Caitlyn moves on grade by grade, finding her way to the colleagues she is so so grateful to work with.
By the time the cops secure the man with the gun, the school is empty, everyone 150 miles away.
When they ask later how she did it she looks right at them.
“Love is love,” she says, “there’s no such thing as more or less,” she shakes her head slightly, “it’s not quantifiable, there’s no scale that can measure it, love is.”
Wow
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
I got 100%??? On my GIS test I barely studied for??? And now I don’t have to take the final???? Holy fucking shit this post works.
I got a job today lol
the twitter thread the artist created after this was one of the best situations i have ever seen in my whole life:
Somebody give this ignoramus a piece of actual shark skin and tell him to rub his face with it, let him find out just how “smooth” sharks really are.
Somebody did. I use it as a pillowcase because it’s so smooth.
But buddy.
Shark skin feels exactly like sandpaper. It is made up of tiny teeth-like structures called placoid scales, also known as dermal denticles. These scales point towards the tail and help to reduce friction from surrounding water when the shark swims. … In the opposite direction, it feels very rough like sandpaper.
((Here m8 https://www.floridamuseum.ufl.edu/fish/discover/sharks/basics ))
Buddy. It’s smooth. The link you sent me led to a website that described how smooth they are. I dunno, maybe you don’t know how to read?
this post is transcendent
You’re thinking of dolphins. Dolphins are the ones with smooth skin that feels like a rubber beach ball.
Source: I’M A MARINE BIOLOGIST
No, I’m thinking of sharks.
Source: I’m a superior marine biologist
Sonic The Hedgehog (2020) | First trailer design vs. redesigned Sonic from the new trailer
there is no way in hell the original design wasn’t a marketing stunt to get everyone to praise their new “redesign”
There is actual merchandise with the old design so it was set in stone before fan outcry
Well, that is a pretty good dent in the “this was all planned” theory.
Why are some people so deadset on discrediting the very, very hard work the animators did to basically save this movie’s prospects within a few months’ time? Not everything is a conspiracy - most times, capitalism is just that stupid and arrogant. It is a miracle the studio actually listened to fan outcry and changed Sonic’s design. See this for what it is - and give Tyson Hesse and the animation team of this movie the credit they deserve.
it’s also a big discredit to the animators who worked on the movie BEFORE the redesign- you’ll notice that while the new design makes the whole experience much more enjoyable, the old, “ugly” design was wayyyyy better animated, obviously because they had more time to work on this, while the new animations had to be done in a much, much tighter schedule.
yes, that sonic in the first gif is absolutely terrifying, but the way his arms and hands shake in surprise and the way his face reacts are more dynamic and well animated, and simply suffer from the awful design, compared to the second one which has a very appealing design but a comparatively more sluggish and minimal animation.
blame whoever was the exec who greenlit the first character design/pushed for it, and praise the animators who did the best they could with what they had.
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