skypestripper:

hi yes i would like a glass of attention please

bemusedlybespectacled:

pampoovey:

IT IS AN IDEA I HAD A WHILE BACK BUT IT IS ACTUALLY KIND OF FLESHING ITSELF OUT:

Manic Pixie Dream Girls as a narrative are kind of universally reviled, correct? I was thinking one day like, how do you make one AWESOME? Because movies featuring MPDGs are never ever about the MPDG herself, because she is not a person, she is an idea. And because we only see her through the eyes of fuckin Zack Braff or whatever, she is basically a blank slate.

My instinct is always to turn a blank slate character into something violent and dark and awful, so why not make her secretly terrifying??? Not in an existential way, but in a badass spysassin way.

BASICALLY MY MOVIE GOES LIKE THIS:

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YES YES YES

thorinds:

Bilbo and the Thirteen Dwarves: An Unexpected Disney Musical

 Thorin the Majestic just can’t wait to be king

xainagal:

if someone says they dont want to be touched

• dont touch them
• dont fucking touch them
• actually dont touch them
• dont continue to fucking touch them after they make it clear they are uncomfortable
• THIS ISNT FUCKING HARD DONT FUCKING TOUCH THEM
  

livebyloveunderthestars:

tifferini:

TW Season 2 Extras: Alternate Stiles Takes

That last one KILLED me. Ahahaha.

tyleroakley:

#rightclick #saveas #usealways

h3rmitsunited:

obsessed-in-fandom:

thefandomthatblogged:

averypottermormon:

thegirlthatsaysstuff:

Team We’ve all been to Hell

A moment of appreciation for HOW TINY MEG IS.

How about a moment of appreciation for the fact that Meg is about average height for a woman (at 5’4”; the average being 5’4.6”), it’s just that Misha, Jensen, and Jared are huge human beings

Let’s take a moment to appreciate the one time on supernatural that Misha actually looks like a full grown man

I’m laughing so hard. I was covering the picture so its just misha and Jared and then so.its just misha and Rachel and its like misha goes from tiny to big haha. Oh dear I need sleep.

tyleroakley:

Latrice reigns supreme.

literaryreference:

You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.

But then, then comes the fateful moment where you find out that all this time, he’s only seen you as a potential girlfriend. And then if you turn him down, he may never speak to you again. This has happened to me time after time: I hit it off with a guy, and, for all that I’ve been burned in the past, I start to think that this one might actually care about me as a person. And then he asks me on a date.

I tell him how much I enjoy his company, how much I value his friendship. I tell him that I really want to be his friend and to continue hanging out with him and talking about our favorite books or exploring new restaurants or making fun of avant-garde theatre productions. But he rejects me. He doesn’t answer my calls or e-mails; if we’d been making plans to do something before this fateful incident, these plans mysteriously fail to materialize. (This is why I never did get around to seeing the Hunger Games movie. Not to name any names, but thanks a lot, Tom.) Later, when I run into him at social events, our conversations are awkward and lukewarm. This is because the moment we met, he put me in the girlfriend-zone, and now he can’t see me as friend material.

I must say that I find this really unfair. I mean, I’m a nice girl. I have a lot to offer as a friend, like not being a douchebag and stuff. But males just don’t want to be friends with nice girls like me. They can’t help it, I guess; it’s just how they’re wired, biologically. Evolution conditioned our male hominid ancestors to seek nice girls as mates and form friendship bonds only with the other dudes that they hunted mammoths with. It’s true—I know this because I studied hominids in my fifth-grade science class.

So what’s the answer? Should I take up mammoth-hunting in an attempt to appeal to the friendship centers of men’s primal lizardbrains? Should I keep making guy “friends” and then prevent them from making a move on me by subtly undermining their self-confidence? Should I just give up on those manipulative, game-playing, two-faced bastards once and for all? I don’t know. I mean, I’d really like to have a true friendship with a guy someday, but it’s so hard to trust and respect them when they never say what they mean—and you never know when you might be relegated to the girlfriend-zone.

prongsmydeer:

Plot twist: The next companion is a normal girl/boy who only dies once in their lifetime and has no remarkable back story but he thinks they’re wonderful because they are human and the Doctor needs reminding that you don’t need to be a mystery to be remarkable. 

dirkkat:

“why do you ship that?  it’s never going to be canon”

In case no one’s said it yet 

colorfuloddity:

redmetalandgold:

Hi, welcome, to the Star Trek fandom!

Whether you’re young or old, a newbie or an oldie, we welcome you!

If you became apart of it through Benedict, or through TOS, or The Next Generation, welcome!

Liked the films but never watched the series? Hi, it’s great to have you!

I know it’s going to be great serving with you, cadet. Welcome aboard the Enterprise, and don’t forget to pick up your Starfleet uniform on the way in.

*don’t grab the red ones

obiwanskenobi:

Disney Challenge - (2/10) Movies

A single grain of rice can tip the scale. One man may be the difference between victory and defeat.