We're just fucking monkeys in shoes

Steve Rogers taking off his helmet is a sexual experience. His helmet hair is enough of a turn on, but my sexual orientation is Steve speaking French.

Dinner with friends.

“I don’t get it,” says the demon, “This person’s lived a perfectly good and virtuous life. Why are you sending them to hell?” The angel nervously rubs the back of their head. “Honestly? We’re pretty sure they’d be happier in hell than heaven.”

ok im waffling on about fallout instead of having breakfast but i saw a criticism of how the prisoners were treated that's stuck with me.

spoilers!

so i think the criticism wasn't incorrect, per se: it condemned the way the show portrayed the vault dweller's naive intention to rehabilitate their murderous captives. it found fault with a common, and horrible, message that tv shows like to say, which is that carcerial violence and even the death penalty is the only effective way to deal with criminals, who are a fundamentally Bad category of human. im sick of that message too! but i think that wasn't what was going on here, actually.

so like, the vault dwellers had only ever experienced violent loss the once, and didn't really know how to cope other than denial and repression of the ordeal. but they were all hopeful and enthusiastic that their prisoners, the invaders that came to kill them all and take their stuff, could be eventually welcomed into the community as their comrades. the champions of this cause were nebbishy dorks and painfully out of touch academics. this is pretty normal for how prison reformers are portrayed, if extremely fucking annoying for those of us who ARE in favor of prison reform.

but so of course when the son of the former overseer, Norm, speaks up and suggests killing the prisoners, because why should they share resources with invaders who explicitly wanted to keep hurting them? why should they show mercy to their attackers? everyone is appalled by this suggestion. because they had to reinvent the whole concept of vengeance right then and there, because grudges and cycles of violence are anathema to a bottle society like theirs. they have been raised all their lives to forgive and forget and now, put to the test, they're recommitting to this ethos: get along, let the past go, look towards the future, believe the best of everyone.

but the prisoners die, anyway. the prisoners are killed with rat poison. and the thing is that Norm who suggested it didn't do it himself. and the prison guard who's blamed for it, even though she privately agreed with Norm that the prisoners are dangerous and unforgiveable, she didn't do it either. it's not a moment of triumphant, cathartic vengeance and it doesn't prove that there's no way to negotiate with terrorists and invaders but kill them like vermin because that's not what the message is meant to be.

the message is that norm stands there in the middle of these inconvenient prisoners, these corpses dressed in his own people's uniforms, and he looks at the new overseer. and he knows that she killed them, and she knows that he knows. she wanted him to know. this is her message and he's reading her loud and clear. and he doesn't look like a guy who's just been backed up by authority, who's just been validated in his desire for the ultimate control over those who have wronged him.

he's scared and pale and the music is ominous as fuck. and he's inside the cell, he's directly in the middle of it.

because what just happened is that he realized his entire society is being held prisoner, and the overseer is the one with the rat poison. and that he doesn't know, anymore, what freedom and safety and justice actually mean, just that he doesn't have them and he doesn't know where to find them.

that's what that scene meant. not that rehabilitative justice is a pathetic delusion of people who have no idea how to make hard choices.

but that before you advocate for killing prisoners, you might want to see how big that prison is, first.

and which side of the bars you're standing on.

i am a new wizard looking for an honest burglar. doesn’t necessarily have to be SEXUAL. i will pay you 1/14 of the treasure in erebor

Star Trek: Enterprise, episode 4x17: Bound.

#he has had the upper hand in this relationship for 8 seconds total and they’re all in this gifset

i was very correct in my tags the last time i reblogged this btw

Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.

STAR WARS dir. George Lucas

i don’t even go here but i think the way to do a mundane modern au clones from star wars is to have their origin story being jango pumping out donations for a sperm bank on a regular schedule all through college but the sperm bank is mismanaged or unethical resulting in jango being the biological sire for hundreds of children

can I get a job as an editor but the only thing I do is correct when someone uses the word "prone" when they mean "supine"

thank you wikipedia for this really good image

a helpful mnemonic for everyone

everyone saying "art doesn't need to be perfect" hasn't taken into account the art monster, the monster that comes and kills you if art doesn't look exactly like it did in your head

I am not sure how many people saw Astarion's ending where he actually goes Underdark to look after other spawns (+ he can tell you what happened to Cazador's palace)

I just found it so cool to catch this dialogue in our multiplayer!

Many cats figure out pretty quickly that humans don't like dead mice as gifts, and then go through an extended process of trial and error trying to figure out what humans do like. Here we see Attempt# 47: Moss.

My boy used to bring me dead snakes (no venomous snakes in our area, don't worry) which made me rather upset because I love snakes and they were very good for our garden.

So whenever he brought me dead snakes, I would scold him.

And then he started bringing me *live snakes*

this is the single worst way i've ever read to describe an erection, frank herbert

shout out to this tweet for RUINING my ability to hear "the time being" without thinking about this

Holmes: my dear Watson :c i'm so sorry i put you through an extremely dangerous situation (again)

Watson: that was the best day of my life and I'm going to write about it in my diary with a glitter pen