amuseoffyre:

If I was able to bodyswitch for a day, I would want to switch out of my ace body and see wtf everyone else is on about re. sexual desire. Because srsly, I cannot believe the things some people have done throughout history because of the inability to keep it in their pants. It is just so baffling to me.

More Things We Should Talk About In Regards to Ghostbusters:

invisiblerobotgirl:

Not just four female leads, but four female leads over the age of 30. Three of the four are over 40. 

All are single. No one is distressed about this fact. NO ONE.

It’s like… a movie finally recognized that it’s okay to be a single woman? And that women are still valuable members of society at any age? And maybe there are more interesting stories to be told about women? 

ithelpstodream:

“There’s a scene, late in the movie, with Kate McKinnon, that made me feel like I’ve never felt at a movie before. (No, it wasn’t the vibrating chair talking, this was real.) I should confess: Some of this is personal. My favorite character, in any big action-ensemble movie, is always the demolitions guy: the mad scientist, the weapons expert, the damage-dealer, the one who just wants to see stuff blow up. I say “demolitions guy” because he’s always a guy; they never cast the mad scientist or gun nut as a woman. But in this movie, he’s Kate McKinnon.

So she gets the scene these guys always get, in a movie like this. She has a wonderful new toy. The film slows down. She starts moving, and sure enough, she just starts unleashing raw havoc everywhere.

Something in my chest opened up. This is it, I realized. This is the thing I never got to see before. The scene where the demolitions guy is a girl. I was right: It actually does feel different when it’s a girl. This must be how guys feel every time they watch one of these movies. This is it, the version that’s for me, the scene I always wanted, and it’s here.

I don’t know what that feeling was, or how to describe it. But here’s the best way I can: For all the talk about “childhoods,” I got exactly 30 seconds in that movie where I felt like I was 8 years old again. Except that it was better than being 8 years old. It was like being 8 years old would have been, if the world had been fair.

I didn’t realize the political implications until I was out of the theater. I didn’t realize that this was also an openly queer actress, playing a more-or-less openly queer character (and we could do with more “more” and less “less,” Sony), that it might have hit other people in the audience even harder than it hit me, and for that reason. I didn’t think about anything, except that a woman was getting the same big slo-mo blowing-shit-up scene a million guys have gotten, and that scene is awesome. I’ve always loved that scene. Women aren’t treated as a big boundary-breaking historic symbol of progress and equality, in this movie. They’re treated like people.

And then you go out into the real world, where thousands of people are trying to hurt Leslie Jones on Twitter, and everyone hates Ghostbusters again. The same world you went into Ghostbusters to escape. But you can escape it, for a little while, in that theater. There’s a reason we need movies like these, after all.”

– Sady Doyle, These Times

snorlaxatives:

a big difference i’ve noticed between myself and my parents (and i think it’s definitely a generational thing in general) is like when we’re at a public place and something goes wrong i’ll keep my frustration internalized while my parents always vocalize it. like i was just at target with my mom and we couldn’t use a coupon for whatever reason and my mom starts going off like “they need to make it more clear when and on what products this can be used for” yada yada yada and i’m just standing there like… it’s not that serious let it go madre life goes on

andtheycallmeamonster:

iwtv2007:

WELL FUCK.

Well. I am sad, of course.

But thinking how many tv shows are just shameful fanservice and “dead horses”, beaten for years and years now… yes, I am looking at you, SPN… this is for the best. I’m counting on great big fucking epic ending. And a lot of dead bodies. Cause someone has to hang in that cage over the bay in Port Royal!

emotionalmorphine:

See, the thing is, when an author becomes a fan of something and wants to write a fic for it we have absolutely no way of monetising our work. No one wants to buy a tote bag with a Drabble written on it or a shirt with some obscure line from a fic we wrote. There’s no Patreon account for our scraps. On Tumblr a decent piece of art might receive 300 likes, whereas a similarly decent fic might receive 30.

But y’all love fanfiction.

So, here’s an idea.

As a fan, your presence has currency. You carry value within you. Every show you watch, every Tweet you make, your time is worth something.

As a fan you carry limitless value just in your interest in something. Infinite value. If you like a fic, reach into your bottomless sack and take out a dollar. That’s a kudos or a like. Everyone can pay a dollar for reading something they enjoyed, right? Reach back in and take out a $5 and that’s your reblog. Let your friends know that hey, there’s something awesome over here! And if you’re really feeling it, you’ve got tears running down your face and you can’t stop thinking about this fic, then reach into your endless sack of wealth and take out $10 and leave us a comment. Surely if you enjoyed a fic that much, you can fork out ten bucks.

Reading a fan fic and just leaving with no tip is like walking out of a restaurant before paying your bill. Leaving us nothing on the table tells us that either the meal was shit or you’re a dick. We can’t monetise our skills so your tip means everything to us. Don’t be a dick.

It means nothing to you. You have an endless supply of money in the sack. But a kudos or a like gives an author a smile. A reblog gives them exposure to other people willing to leave a tip. And a comment? A comment can mean hope, self esteem, acceptance. That writer might have been considering giving it all up before you left that comment. 

And it cost you nothing.

chadwika:

Flint is one of my favorite characters of all time. He’s so interesting. This violent, wounded, clever man. He’s trying so hard even though he’s lonely and angry and heartsick. And his anger isn’t just anger, it’s a debt of grief and oppression and humiliation and betrayal.

fletcherlives:

I’ve been trying to work out what fascinates me so much about the Silver/Flint relationship and why, despite Silver being the one who actually gives a jackshit about the men of their crew, I still always fall into caring more about Flint

and I think it’s because in a story about the power of stories Flint is the deconstruction of a villain and Silver is the construction of one

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