Hahaha not dead on my feet right

*cries quietly*

oh god guys one of the lines in the Chinese fan version of ECAET is instead of “now my friends will sing no more” —> “no songs, no dreams” and I’m like

no

ow

stop

HELP THAT REALLY HURTS

Oops cue some good old-fashioned self-disgust.

(Source: warren-s)

pinkmckinley:

do not think about your crush in an old sweatshirt with scruffy hair and a sleepy smile ok dont think about them humming to themselves as they make breakfast in this attire ok dont think about how the light hits them as they sit down across from you and eat breakfast ok just dONT

*continues to recompose the last paragraph obsessively*

Captain America AU

tehnakki:

feministcaptainkirk:

AU Where Steve survives the war, but the serum begins to lose it’s potency and degrade in him system and he reverts back to normal. He is now in full health, but no longer has his post human abilities. He tries to fight in the Korean War, but feels he is a liability without his abilities, so resigns his commission.

He still wants to help and inspire people so he uses his fame to start a TV show for children. He doesn’t want to be associated with war and violence so the producers can’t call it the Captain America show.

So Steve puts on a cardigan and calls the show Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood

I hate you. Why would you think of something like this??

01012012:

Multicourse Japanese lunch.

  • Scallops with an amazing matsutake sauce, topped with pine nuts and almond slices. Underneath it was a mix of fried diced onions and mushroms. 
  • Foie gras on toast, topped with a sweet, flower-scented sort of thing (I’m sorry, he explained it in Chinese, and to be honest, I don’t really know what it was), and caviar. In the background is the most delicious grape I’ve ever had. It was cooked for several hours, apparently. Had a really, really fragrant, beautiful taste to it, reminiscent of flowers. Kind of like chrysanthemum tea’s aftertaste or osmanthus?
  • Three slices of kobe beef, topped with a smattering of garlic. Next to it is a very smooth dab of mashed potatoes, which had some vegetables in the mix. Think of it as a cross between mashed potatoes and cole slaw, almost?
  • Futomaki with pickled radish (I think?), artificial crab, sweet tofu skin (like inarizushi’s outer layer), and some other things.
pilferingapples:

fizzygingr:

pilferingapples:

A very late entry for week two of ITB!  But this is from 1.2.3, The Heroism of Passive Obedience:
Hapgood:

The man continued: “I have still the whole of my money. In four days I have spent only twenty-five sous, which I earned by helping unload some wagons at Grasse. Since you are an abbe, I will tell you that we had a chaplain in the galleys. And one day I saw a bishop there. Monseigneur is what they call him. He was the Bishop of Majore at Marseilles. He is the cure who rules over the other cures, you understand. Pardon me, I say that very badly; but it is such a far-off thing to me! You understand what we are! He said mass in the middle of the galleys, on an altar. He had a pointed thing, made of gold, on his head; it glittered in the bright light of midday. We were all ranged in lines on the three sides, with cannons with lighted matches facing us. We could not see very well. He spoke; but he was too far off, and we did not hear. That is what a bishop is like.”

(FMA just has “that is what a Bishop is.” and I generally favor FMA—I do here, certainly— hence the quote. )
*snipping French*
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WOW. That’s all I can say to this is wow. This is super upsetting and I want to cry. I also want to talk Deep Talks about the figure of the bishop and the candlestick here, and light as something forbidden, and the act of stealing it, but I literally just woke up and there is no coffee in me.

OH WOW but PLEASE come and have that conversation, because YES, that’s some solid myth-evokery! But of course here the thing is that God HASN’T forbidden the light,  Zeus- style; Hugo’s God IS light, linked over and over. And the people who have claimed to speak for God in Valjean’s life have acted to deny him access to that, and AGH THAT IS SO MANY KINDS OF NOT OKAY, I don’t have to be religious to have REALLY STRONG FEELINGS about people setting themselves up as teachers of Truth and Love—as, basically, Maximum Nurturing Figures— and then denying people access to those things, that’s abuse, it’s abuse on every level from the church to the Thenardier’s inn, and AAAUGH, IT IS SO UPSETTING, EVERYTHING IN THIS BOOK IS ABOUT EVERY OTHER THING AND I STILL CAN’T DEAL WITH IT ALL.

pilferingapples:

fizzygingr:

pilferingapples:

A very late entry for week two of ITB!  But this is from 1.2.3, The Heroism of Passive Obedience:

Hapgood:

The man continued: “I have still the whole of my money. In four days I have spent only twenty-five sous, which I earned by helping unload some wagons at Grasse. Since you are an abbe, I will tell you that we had a chaplain in the galleys. And one day I saw a bishop there. Monseigneur is what they call him. He was the Bishop of Majore at Marseilles. He is the cure who rules over the other cures, you understand. Pardon me, I say that very badly; but it is such a far-off thing to me! You understand what we are! He said mass in the middle of the galleys, on an altar. He had a pointed thing, made of gold, on his head; it glittered in the bright light of midday. We were all ranged in lines on the three sides, with cannons with lighted matches facing us. We could not see very well. He spoke; but he was too far off, and we did not hear. That is what a bishop is like.”

(FMA just has “that is what a Bishop is.” and I generally favor FMA—I do here, certainly— hence the quote. )

*snipping French*

WOW. That’s all I can say to this is wow. This is super upsetting and I want to cry. I also want to talk Deep Talks about the figure of the bishop and the candlestick here, and light as something forbidden, and the act of stealing it, but I literally just woke up and there is no coffee in me.

OH WOW but PLEASE come and have that conversation, because YES, that’s some solid myth-evokery! But of course here the thing is that God HASN’T forbidden the light,  Zeus- style; Hugo’s God IS light, linked over and over. And the people who have claimed to speak for God in Valjean’s life have acted to deny him access to that, and AGH THAT IS SO MANY KINDS OF NOT OKAY, I don’t have to be religious to have REALLY STRONG FEELINGS about people setting themselves up as teachers of Truth and Love—as, basically, Maximum Nurturing Figures— and then denying people access to those things, that’s abuse, it’s abuse on every level from the church to the Thenardier’s inn, and AAAUGH, IT IS SO UPSETTING, EVERYTHING IN THIS BOOK IS ABOUT EVERY OTHER THING AND I STILL CAN’T DEAL WITH IT ALL.

bedwyrssong:

vagabondlanguage:

WHY WOULD THEY CUT THIS???

WHERE IS MY EXTENDED EDITION DAMMIT?

bedwyrssong:

vagabondlanguage:

WHY WOULD THEY CUT THIS???

WHERE IS MY EXTENDED EDITION DAMMIT?

"One would have pronounced them brothers, but they did not know each other’s names…”

(IV.XII.iv.)

(Source: larklet)

ohawkguy:

can you believe this guy

ohawkguy:

can you believe this guy

sassyaceari:

stardustkr7:

If you thinking taking selfies is immature and stupid, just get out okay.

All through my adolescence I fucking hated how I looked and hated people taking my picture and that’s no way to live because then you look back and realize you have no pictures of yourself. 

So if girls today have enough self esteem to take a picture of themselves and post it for their friends, that’s awesome. So much better than them never wanting their picture taken. 

Another thing to note is that selfies allow for photographic records and memories of you on your own terms, not just being forced to ‘smile’ when you are busy doing something or at awkward/hostile family functions.

starting to regret my decision to add cookie butter to my ice cream. 

how do i watch television without hissing about heteronormativity every thirty seconds.