Thursday, August 21, 2014

asheathes:

My infinite list of favourite movies ► What Maisie Knew

"You don’t deserve her."

surprisedbylife:

squireofgeekdom:

henrycalvill:

oh my god, that was really violent

#HSE TOOK THE FINAL BATTLE #SHE TOOK IT AND BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA IT#YOU THINK TONY STARK SAVED THE DAY? HE DID NOT#IN HIS OWN MOVIE HE WAS NOT THE ONE TO DEFEAT THE ENEMY#HIS GIRLFRIEND KICKED THE MANDARIN’S ASS #AND IF YOU DO NOT THINK#THAT A WOMAN STEALING THE END FROM THE HERO #IS A GREAT THING#GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE #PEPPER POTTS FOR PRESIDENT#TONY STARK TO AWKWARDLY STARE AT HER IN AWE AND WITH A STRANGE BONER#sorry i got carried away (via starksexual)

BUT NO SERIOUSLY CAN WE TALK FOREVER ABOUT HOW SHE STOLE THE ENDING. Because as soon as you get the idea that she’s alive, you think “oh, she’s going to come in at the last second and land a few punches and give Tony - the hero - enough time to get back on his feet and finish the battle, while she cheers from the side lines.” Just. Like. Every. Other. Movie. And then she FINISHES THE BATTLE. SHE KILLS HIM. 

#also can we talk about how one man in that movie treated Pepper as an Object#as a prize to be won#as a lure for Tony Stark#what happened to that man I wonder?#PEPPER POTTS FUCKING KILLED HIM#PEPPER POTTS IS A GODDESS

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intoasylum:

chris pratt for prestige hong kong

hockeystuck:

Tumblr in a nutshell

hockeystuck:

Tumblr in a nutshell

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pbt1:

Wicked “HOT” Wednesday

pbt1:

Wicked “HOT” Wednesday

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I’m used to it The saddest thing you can hear someone say. (via suckingonlarry)

shatteredchrystal:

runaon:

Like everyone who’s gone to boot camp I’ve been tear gassed. They put about 50+ of you in a gas chamber and toss it in. You have to stay there until your rank is allowed to exit. Before that though, you have to say your name, rank, and social security number. You then exit and file into ranks (again) outside and are not allowed at any point to rinse your face or eyes for the entire day.

That right there? Easily the worst part of boot camp. My eyes were literally swollen shut. I was blinded for a good 30 minutes and my chest hurt for days.

I have zero problem and not and ounce of judgement for people raiding a mcdonalds that can easily afford to repair damage for ANYTHING to help ease the shittiness that is being tear gassed. Esp because every one of us in boot were medically sound to deal with tear gas. Children, asthmatics, people prone to panic and anxiety attacks, the elderly as sooo many more are NOT going to handle tear gas well at ALL.

Or that smoke the police use either.

It’s easy to sit there and judge someone from the safety of your home and say things like “it’s just tear gas” or “it can’t be that bad”.

Fuck you. As someone who HAS been gassed, you need to stfu.

I remember all the preparation they did to get us ready for the gas chamber in boot camp. We were taught how to handle ourselves, how to control our breathing, not to touch anything, how to avoid the worst of the gas. But it still didn’t matter. I remember taking in that first breath and feeling like I had just been kicked in the chest. I remember a few guys in my platoon falling down and vomiting. We knew the gas wasn’t as bad on the floor but we were the fifth platoon through and the vomit kept us from bending over more than absolutely necessary. I remember a few guys, guys in peak health training to be infantrymen, breaking ranks and running for the door only to be dragged back in kicking and screaming until they said name, rank and serial. They were expecting it, trained for it, bragging about how it wouldn’t bother them.
I remember standing there with all of the mucus from my nasal cavity on the front of my ACUs and thinking to myself “This is the nonviolent option?”
Covered head to toe and my skin still itching I looked down at the silver wedding band hanging next to my dog tags and realized that the gas had eaten little pits into its surface.
I stood there and thought of all the news reports I had seen over the years. The uprisings and revolutionaries being gassed, the crowds running from men in masks.
That’s the moment I got it, staring at my ruined wedding band, that’s the moment I realized terrorism isn’t about bombs or who is using them. It’s about controlling people through fear. It’s about removing their ability to act reasonably, to make them seem like the monsters. Terrorism is about triggering people to fight or flight then blaming them for not being rational. It’s about power. Remove someone’s power to act with reason, and you remove their humanity.

(Source: samjoonyuh)