lambbabies:

ivory-witch:

spartanlocke:

torsamors:

man. Remember the first time you watched Thor: Ragnarok (2017) Dir. Taika Waititi and hela asked thor ‘what were the god of again?’ and then it went to loki smirking and you KNEW something good was coming. And then immigrant song started to kick in and the LIGHTING started and you felt your SOUL leave your body and go to another plan of existance. Then Thor desending lighting and all onto that pile of aliens in slow motion looking goddamn RENAISSANCE painting? That moment changed me! the DRAMA! The rest of that scene? Valkyrie, Loki, and Hulk fighting together? Thor’s LIGHTING striking those aliens straight outta there like they were fucking ants? ICONIC! The iconic truly JUMPED out of that movie! Taika Waititi took my hand in that movie, told me it was all gonna be ok and then changed my life FOREVER! That was ART! Mr. Waititi thank you for my LIFE

For those who have not yet felt this experience in all it’s glory (or those who just want to feel it again): 

Originally posted by van-dyne

I never really loved Thor until this movie.

clonedroids:

Because I feel like kids of color don’t hear it enough: domestic abuse is not a part of your culture. 

A lot of us were raised with the idea that “its normal for wives/children to get hit! it helps them learn– only white folk don’t get beaten when they misbehave”. That’s not true, white people aren’t the only ones who deserve a safe and abuse free environment. Black and brown people can and do have loving families. 

If you’re in a situation where you are enduring abuse and people use your culture to justify it, I want you to know that what they’re telling you are lies.

tariqah:

Two icons I love

supreme-harry-potter:

Me: Omg I’m in Slytherin! This gonna be good!

Merula: I’m going to destroy your reputation and your house points!

Me: Nah, Snape wouldn’t do that!

Snape: *takes off points*

Me:

seconddoubt:

left-reminders:

calliope-lalonde:

someone: so what do you think is the solution to homelessness?

me, socialist:

Let homeless people occupy peopleless homes, build houses for use rather than exchange, 3D print comfortable houses in a day, convert corporate skyscrapers into housing and commercial malls into publicly-accessible community centers with living commons and entertainment

When you say it to people and they break

“But the money? … we can’t just? But, Money? We can’t just… help… people? Can we? The Money. We can’t just help people? Like that? We can’t just? Money?”

swingsetindecember:

ifeelbetterer:

swingsetindecember:

where is my sam wilson and wade wilson team up, marvel? give it to me, you cowards

Since Sam was already fighting an army of evil aliens and he was pretty sure the other Avengers were at least a full city block away, he did not bother to ask why the dude who leaped down from the fire escape was wearing red leather. The dude was clearly also invested in fighting the evil aliens and, like, that’s pretty much all you need to worry about when you’re fighting evil aliens. 

The dude did seem to be quoting all of Kim Bassinger’s dialogue from My Stepmother Is an Alien, but also. Like. Every evil alien this dude killed was one less evil alien Sam had to kill. 

As they fought–and as the dude switched to District 9–their way back to the other Avengers, Sam also had to admire the dude’s form. 

And then the dude got shot through the gut and had an arm blown off at the same time. 

See, this is why we don’t let randos in red leather join up with the superheroes, Sam thought in absolute panic as he rushed to the dude’s side.  He pulled back the red leather from the gut wound and…..that was some really gnarly scarring. 

His hands only hesitated for a split second over that thought. But then he really got pulled up short by the visual of the gut wound closing itself up. 

“That is some party trick,” he said out loud. 

“You should see me tie a cherry stem with my tongue,” the dude said. “Brings all the boys to the yard, y’know what I’m saying.” His voice was definitely guttural, pained. So whatever was making this dude into the energizer bunny of self-heal was doing diddly-squat for the pain levels. 

“Would a painkiller work on you?” he asked because Sam had spent the past couple of years in the company of a dude who got beat up more often than anyone else Sam had ever known and also processed opioids like they were tic tacs. So. Best to ask. 

“Negative, Ghost Rider,” the dude said. “Deadpool, nice to meetcha.” He held out the blown-off stump that…..had tiny digits forming on the end. 

“Definitely a good party trick,” Sam said and shook the stump. “I’m the Falcon. Sam Wilson.”

“Oooh, Mr. Wilson,” Deadpool said in a high breathy voice and then passed out. 

sam just made a bff for life