Ramblings

Work, Play, and Obsessions

paxinemafilms:

Jason Momoa IS Aquaman…King of the Seas.

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brainsella:

itsraininbritishmen:

type40:

roachpatrol:

court-of-ocelot:

laureljupiter:

court-of-ocelot:

culturalrebel:

aka “Elitism is my middle name”

I like how Moffat would say that Reinette - a female character that he wrote into the show - is obviously a perfect match for the Doctor based on her level of ‘civilization’ and education.

As opposed to oh say…Rose Tyler - a lower-class girl who never went to university - whom the Doctor actually fell in love with and did settle down with in another universe.

This quote just has it all, doesn’t it?

- The elitism

- The dig at Rose Tyler and RTD, by extension

- The elevation of ‘his’ character at the expense of existing ones.

- The implication that Madame de Pompadour - one of the most powerful women in the country - would of course drop everything she had worked for to go and ‘settle down’ with a man who is basically a homeless spacehobo.

People who call Moffat a talentless hack are mistaken.  It takes some skill to cram that much fail into just three sentences.

Hah, excellent Moffat-criticism here. He is so petty, and so unequipped to write insightful sci-fi.

Like, okay, let’s pretend for a second that by “educated and civilised” he means “has a lot of knowledge and social insight” (which is a valid thing to look for in a romantic partner) rather than, you know, “rich, fancy and subservient” (which is what Moffat expects people to look for in a romantic partner).

… I really don’t think that an 18th century aristocrat has more understanding of science and society than a 21st person without A levels but with a working television. And in any case, if the Doctor was really looking for people who are Intellectual Equals, he’d surely look in the future, when people understand time travel, and have wikipedia installed in their brains, or whatever. Or AIs! I can’t imagine anyone more educated and ‘civilised’ than AI people!

Just, one thing I really loved about RTD’s Who arcs - which Moffat clearly didn’t understand at all - was that EVERYTHING the companions knew was useful - Harry Potter trivia! Game-show quickness! Fast typing! - and that the, like, real-world hierarchy of skills and marketability was always shown as less important than courage and compassion.

WITHOUT A LEVELS BUT WITH A WORKING TELEVISION

YES THIS.

I’m imagining the real Madame de Pompadour and how very unimpressed she would be by Steven Moffat declaring his ~admiration for her, but

wow

did this man just admit that he think the position of Companion is actually the Doctor’s maîtresse-en-titre?  Jesus wept.

That is exactly what this man thinks, and what he writes also. He thinks women are wired to ‘cling’ and men are wired to want to escape them, and the only way a relationship can be agreeable to both parties is if the woman accepts that they can only spend time together when the dude initiates it.

… Suddenly I am kinda surprised that Sherlock and Irene didn’t set up a long-distance relationship where she spends her days in an orientalist parody of a villa, waiting for Sherlock and passing the time taking luxurious bubble-baths and emotionlessly spanking female nobility.

Oh my god this is some sick shit— and really, really, really highlights how much Moffat doesn’t understand the fundamental heart of the show he’s fucking running. If the Doctor was so hot for intelligent, well educated, civilized women why the fuck did he ever leave his home planet? Why has he only ever had one Gallifreyan companion after he left his granddaughter to go her own way? Romana was foisted on him by the time lord ellimist, he didn’t go picking her out of a catalogue. 

The Doctor runs around with soldiers and schoolkids and teachers and sailors and students and journalists and shop girls and alien refugees and orphans and robot dogs and barbarians and private detective penguins and renegade archaeologists. If he wanted a slice of properly civilized girlfriend he had the whole universe to go pick one out from, and he never did till Moffat wrote him launching himself smooch-first at the lady in the fancy dress and historically inaccurate boobies.

Goddamn I am so mad. 

Oh my god. OH my GOD. If you even like moffat, just read this. WHAT A FUCKING ASS> I AM SO MAD

People who call Moffat a talentless hack are mistaken.  It takes some skill to cram that much fail into just three sentences.

when is moffat gonna stop trying to suck his own dick

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sarahexplosions:

jumpingjacktrash:

the difference between tap dancing and step dancing, adorably illustrated.

we watched this clip in my dance appreciation class last year, it is A++

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thewintersupersoldier:

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crypticnymph:

the pacific rim au of legally blonde though:

elle woods trying to get into jaeger academy to win back warner.

"you got into jaeger academy?" "what, like it’s hard?"

elle woods being drift compatible with vivian.

elle falling for LOCCENT officer emmett.

elle and vivian piloting a jaeger called delta nu.

THE BEND AND SNAP AS A FIGHTING TECHNIQUE 

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kailthia:

Why do most of Jed Brophy’s twitter pictures look like they were taken by a twelve-year-old with their first camera and no Photoshop experience? There’s a ton of weird filters and emo pictures of pets and the environment.

because jed is actually a little 12 year old shit having fun w/ filters.

briefwondrouslaura:

gameraboy:

Harrison Ford practicing with a whip on the backlot for Raiders of the Lost Ark.

Harrison Ford in his dr Jones glasses is a gift and a treat.

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forsakensilence-sweetvengeance:

team-joebama:

fuzzy-purple-lights:

team-joebama:

i just watched this five times in a row

The kid doing the Obama impersonation (cameron) is literally our senior class president. He won by doing his entire speech in Obama’s voice I shit you not.

reblog for those who’d wondered if he’d won

Lmaooooo this is great

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askingprincegumball:

yaminabearies:

screamameme:

I tried so hard to scroll past this. I really did.

damn it Radio 2

I just learned a new method for business.

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misandry-mermaid:

euo:

What a brand

White people,

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tanoraqui:

AU where Thom survived Lioness Rampant:

He leaves Court for many years, back to Trebond and the City of the Gods to hide away and heal, build his magic up pure violet again. Even when he’s well again, he rarely stays more than a few nights in Corus - too many memories.

He does visit Pirate’s Swoop, though. Alanna is startled to hear him laugh with baby Liam (why name her firstborn after her brother when he’s already there?) She isn’t sure he’s laughed that freely since they were children themselves.

Alanna is hesitant, at first, about bring Arram - er, Numair - to Trebond, because no one knows better than her that it’s impossible to predict how mages will get along. They’re much worse than cats. At first her fears seem confirmed; both men are far too used to being the most powerful mage in the room, and it’s hard to imagine a tenser, more stilted conversation. Then Numair longingly mentions a rare book he wishes he’d never left in Carthak, and Thom’s eyes light up as he practically drags the other mage into what used to Lord Alan’s library, since much-expanded. Half an hour later, Alanna wanders off to find more food; neither man notices.

Over the years, Numair and Thom alternate between week-long magic!nerd sessions where they lock themselves in the library and occasionally remember to eat and months of haughtily refusing to speak to one another, generally over the disputation of some esoteric principle of transmogrification. There is no middle ground. 

One time they both got drunk and changed the northern coastline a little a lot enough that it took them three (sober) weeks to figure out how to reverse it.

Thom doesn’t like to get involved in the affairs of the kingdom. Of course he participates in wars - as if he’s going to let Alanna go into battle without backup! - but otherwise, he stays home. He never loses his drive to be famous though, to be the best, so he turns his magic to inventing. That lives on beyond his lifetime, and gives him to change to show off his cleverness. The globes at Carthak University that light when you clap aren’t his, but they give him the idea for automatic scrying mirrors, which can be used even the Giftless. Just breath on the surface and say the name of the person you wish to contact, and their own mirror (they have to have one with the same spell) will light up and grow warm to alert them. Smaller mirrors only do voice, not image, but suddenly Tortall has something that looks a lot like the modern cell phone.

George is the only one who works harder than Thom at finding Aly. They go to the Copper Isles together, and when Kyprioth turns up, Thom nearly blasts him.

I’ll just leave you with a mental image of the best thing we never got: Thom and Alanna back to back; her in golden armor, sword slicing through the surrounding enemies; him in a black robe, hands raised, firing amethyst lighting bolts; both surrounded by a nimbus of purple fire, matching orange hair almost ablaze with it.

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Future Gryffindor Quidditch players (at DragonCon 2014)

kingpinnn:

support local business. I cant stress this enough

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you-wish-you-had-this-url:

chibisilverwings:

clinttbarton:

i don’t want to live in a world where i’m not allowed to enjoy both Shakespeare and Ke$ha.

Wake up in the mornin’ feel quite Hamlet-y

Grab my skull, I’m out the door, I’m gonna act real shitty

Before I leave, overthink if I’m on the right track

Cuz if I kill my uncle tonight, he ain’t comin back

I’m talkin trying to kill my foe foe
But instead kill everyone I know know
9 deaths in a row row

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