Truth! Justice! Freedom! Reasonably Priced Love! And a Hard-Boiled Egg!
Don’t forget today is also the Glorious May 25.
I’m packing my clothes up, and trying to decide what to wear out tomorrow night
This isn’t easy. It’s also one of the few times I miss my old flat, there were more girly girls and I could just ask their opinion …
The Avengers’ names written in Circular Gallifreyan.
I demand an Avengers/Doctor Who crossover. NAO.
#because sexist assholes need to shut the fuck up #i am tired of seeing these graphs that say girls only liked the movie for certain actors #because that shit is fucked up and not okay in any way
THIS. Those graphics guffawing about how women only enjoyed The Avengers for certain male actors made me really irritated for a whole host of reasons. For one thing, wow, way to assume everyone is heterosexual. For another, is the only reason I can enjoy a movie because of sex appeal?
Thank you so much to whomever made this!
My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.
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| — | Neil Gaiman (via jaynestown) |
