Thor deleted scene
THOR = THE ACTUAL BEST
These are my favorite moments about superheroes. The moments that truly make them ‘super’. I’d honestly watch an eternity of footage of just this.
if you seriously think that I would stay up watching tv shows until 4am you would be 100% correct
we have literally created our own dialogue? language? here on tumblr and i think that is the most amazing thing ever
please disregard my shitty editing skills
no listen this is actually really amazing because this is a real thing. i think this counts as a pidgin language. a pidgin language is basically a changed, simplified version of a language. you can change the spellings of words, pronunciation, grammar rules, or even make up new words. i think. i’d have to research it a bit more to be sure but i’m 90% sure this is right. if its not a pidgin language, then its a lingua franca but thats more used for trade and stuff like that. but still a new language. so yes, we’ve created our own language. we’ve changed the whole sentence structure. we can trail off sentences, say things like “i just cant”, and use words like ship, OTP, fic, fandom, feels, and ship names and everyone will understand what you’re saying. the part that i love most is how people go “OMGH IM CRIIY NIG SOIOO HARD” and understand each other. for example “IM LIUA GHMNIG”. that one was incredibly easy, but if you knew that said “I’m laughing”, congratulations. You speak a pidgin language. we can even say stuff like “Does anyone know of a Johnlock fic, at least 20k words, not a WIP, with no OCs, and is Post-Reichenbach? Or just a Merthur PWP would be great.” To someone not on tumblr, that wouldn’t make any sense. but you understood, didn’t you? One characteristic of a pidgin language is that you have to learn it like a second language. Another characteristic is that it is frequently changing. tumblr goes through many trends with how we talk. if i remember correctly, when i first made an account about two years ago, talking like this wasn’t quite as common. also, that thing of suddenly capitalizing your sentence is fairly recent. you know, when people go “the new epISODE IS TOMORROW”. Like one of the people up there said, all of this is awesome because how else do you easily show emotion and tone over the internet? we’ve even made a whole sense of humour that most people here share in. There’s so much more that I could talk about with this, but i’m tired and i may be entirely wrong about everything. but yes. people on the fandom side of tumblr who speak like this are speaking a new language
a few book club meetings ago, my friend pointed out on how i’ve become more active on twitter in the past few months and especially pointed out that “i dont understand half the things you say there. i mean, i know you’re fangirling or whatever but its like you guys have your own language or something.” and i was just floored like “holy shit thats actually kind of true isnt it!”
OK SO I WENT TO MY SCHOOL’S TALENT SHOW AND THERE WAS THIS GUY WHO LOOKED LIKE SAM WINCHESTER AND I WAS LIKE “WOW” AND THEN HI S BAND STAR T ED PLAYI NG CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON I SCREAMED
I YELLED “THANK U SAM WINCHESTER” AND HE GAVE ME THIS GIANT GRIN AND I DONT EVEN FUCKING WATCH SUPERNATURAL
No but seriously was that Cousin Matt?
i like this picture of gordon ramsay being upset over soup
Now most of them [the fans] envy you because you kissed Superman…
The Irritating Gentleman - Berthold Woltze
I know that feel, Painting Lady.
My bus ride to and from work every day.
They never published the second picture, which was the one where she backhanded him in the fucking face for getting all up in her shit.
Oh great, good to know this has been a problem for HUNDREDS OF YEARS CAN WE PLEASE STOP DOING THIS ALREADY JUST FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE
Everyone is overlooking something very significant in this picture, that I saw in two seconds, that adds a layer of super slime to his whole awful attitude. “The Irritating Gentleman” is a politeness.
She’s wearing all black in 1874. Black gloves, hat, cloak, and dress. In public. The whole nine yards. That’s not a fashion choice or a gothic thing. Back then when people wore all black like that, they were in mourning for someone who died. No one did mourning like the Victorians, that shit was an art form to them.
Someone in her family has died—she could even be a young widow. No one’s accompanying her either. With the carpet bag? She’s traveling alone while still in deep mourning. Look at the closeup. She’s got tears in her eyes. She is upset, devastated in a way that one is only when someone has died. And the guy’s still bothering her, like her problems are flippant bullshit and she needs to just smile or pay attention to him because ladies are supposed to be pleasing for men no matter what shit they’re going through. That’s not a look of “what an ass.” That’s a look of devastation that even in her pain, she’s expected to give people like him focus. She’s not mad. She’s hurt. And to add insult to injury? Everyone would be able to tell. It was a clear sign and still is in ways that someone is mourning, to dress in black crepe like that. He would know why she’s wearing all black, and he’s still demanding her attention.
What an insufferable dick.
#DON’T PANDER TO ME KID #ONE TINY CRACK IN THE HULL AND OUR BLOOD BOILS IN THIRTEEN SECONDS #SOLAR FLARE MIGHT CROP UP COOK US IN OUR SEATS #AND WAIT ‘TIL YOU’RE SITTING PRETTY WITH A CASE O’ ANDORIAN SHINGLES #SEE IF YOU’RE SO RELAXED WHEN YOUR EYEBALLS ARE BLEEDING #SPACE IS DISEASE AND DANGER WRAPPED IN DARKNESS AND SILENCE #i’m sorry for me
Do we really have to take this?
A friend of mine was moving from her apartment. She asked me to look after some of her things. I agreed and not too long after she asked if her daughter Frances can come pick it up. I agreed and she came over with her boyfriend, who was also the father of her baby. I helped them carry the stuff down to the car, and during the whole visit exchanged possibly 10 words.
Next day I received these texts. I had to created a fiancee I didn’t really have in order for him to stop.
I never told my friend what her daughter’s boyfriend did. Now they are expecting a second child, so as you all see, there was no break up.
So Do we women really have to take this kind of attitude?
Do we have to invent things and people in order to be left alone.
I don’t want to have my titties banged.
I am not an easy lay.
I don’t deserve this.
Why do I go from being called “cute” “smart” and “pretty” in the beginning of the conversation, to “fatty” “bitch” and “ugly” in the end?
Reblog if you are against sexual harassment.