oh man, that was an amazing episode
This is one of my favorite art pieces. And also now my cellphone wall paper. So pretty.
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oh man, that was an amazing episode
This is one of my favorite art pieces. And also now my cellphone wall paper. So pretty.
I did none of this and it bit me in the ass every time so this is EXCELLENT ADVICE.
ADDITIONAL ADVICE
Don’t let a mental health day turn into a mental health week because you will be so screwed.
Pay attention to the syllabus and do not lose it. A lot of professors put all of the assignment due dates in there and ONLY in there.
If your school has blackboard or moodle etc. CHECK IT. a lot of professors will only post certain info there and not talk about it in class
Check your student email account weekly. A lot of it will be unimportant junk but sometimes it’s the only way professors will communicate.
Go meet your professors during their office hours. When – not if – you need an extra day on a paper, or some other kind of special consideration, your professors are more likely to help you out when you’ve already made the effort to introduce yourself outside of your regular class hours.
Dystopian novels be like “there’s no music but our national anthem and this forbidden rebel song” as if all of earth really let go of ABBA music
Consider: the forbidden rebel songs are all from ABBA.
Guide to Figuring out the Age of an Undated World Map.
No but take the time to actually read it because I lost like 15 minutes.
Women in movies: Leia Organa, portrayed by Carrie Fisher in Star Wars (1977 - ?) “Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.”
One of the best moments with other congoers as Pasty was when I followed around a Game of Thrones group for their entire photo shoot. They all pretended to be riding a horse as we walked around. It was such a delight! I love hearing the laughs of others when I’m in the costume!
I’ve been cosplaying Patsy from Monty Python and the Holy Grail for close to seven years now, and it’s my favorite cosplay of all time! Over the years, I’ve been trying to bring this costume to more cons in Washington.
This costume is built with a wooden frame and a wooden chair. It holds together with screws, belts, and twine. I use old backpack straps in order to carry it on my back, and the chair is capable of being folded for better storage. Foam and boxes covered in blankets and fabric help keep it lightweight. In total, it weighs around 40 lbs.
I’ve been waiting for this joke for ages
THIS IS A JOKE I NEVER EVEN KNEW I WANTED.
Another successful hunt :D
I’m willing to go out on a limb here and guess that most stories of kindness do not begin with drug addicted celebrity bad boys.
Mine does.
His name is Robert Downey Jr.
You’ve probably heard of him. You may or may not be a fan, but I am, and I was in the early 90’s when this story takes place.
It was at a garden party for the ACLU of Southern California. My stepmother was the executive director, which is why I was in attendance without having to pay the $150 fee. It’s not that I don’t support the ACLU, it’s that I was barely twenty and had no money to speak of.
I was escorting my grandmother. There isn’t enough room in this essay to explain to you everything she was, I would need volumes, so for the sake of brevity I will tell you that she was beautiful even in her eighties, vain as the day is long, and whip smart, though her particular sort of intelligence did not encompass recognizing young celebrities.
I pointed out Robert Downey Jr. to her when he arrived, in a gorgeous cream-colored linen suit, with Sarah Jessica Parker on his arm. My grandmother shrugged, far more interested in piling her paper plate with various unidentifiable cheeses cut into cubes. He wasn’t Carey Grant or Gregory Peck. What did she care?
The afternoon’s main honoree was Ron Kovic, whose story of his time in the Vietnam War that had left him confined to a wheelchair had recently been immortalized in the Oliver Stone film Born on the Fourth of July.
I mention the wheelchair because it played an unwitting role in what happened next.
We made our way to our folding chairs in the garden with our paper plates and cubed cheeses and we watched my stepmother give one of her eloquent speeches and a plea for donations, and there must have been a few other people who spoke but I can’t remember who, and then Ron Kovic took the podium, and he was mesmerizing, and when it was all over we stood up to leave, and my grandmother tripped.
We’d been sitting in the front row (nepotism has its privileges) and when she tripped she fell smack into the wheelchair ramp that provided Ron Kovic with access to the stage. I didn’t know that wheelchair ramps have sharp edges, but they do, at least this one did, and it sliced her shin right open.
The volume of blood was staggering.
I’d like to be able to tell you that I raced into action; that I quickly took control of the situation, tending to my grandmother and calling for the ambulance that was so obviously needed, but I didn’t. I sat down and put my head between my knees because I thought I was going to faint. Did I mention the blood?
Luckily, somebody did take control of the situation, and that person was Robert Downey Jr.
He ordered someone to call an ambulance. Another to bring a glass of water. Another to fetch a blanket. He took off his gorgeous linen jacket and he rolled up his sleeves and he grabbed hold of my grandmother’s leg, and then he took that jacket that I’d assumed he’d taken off only to it keep out of the way, and he tied it around her wound. I watched the cream colored linen turn scarlet with her blood.
He told her not to worry. He told her it would be alright. He knew, instinctively, how to speak to her, how to distract her, how to play to her vanity. He held onto her calf and he whistled. He told her how stunning her legs were.
She said to him, to my humiliation: “My granddaughter tells me you’re a famous actor but I’ve never heard of you.”
He stayed with her until the ambulance came and then he walked alongside the stretcher holding her hand and telling her she was breaking his heart by leaving the party so early, just as they were getting to know each other. He waved to her as they closed the doors. “Don’t forget to call me, Silvia,” he said. “We’ll do lunch.”
He was a movie star, after all.
Believe it or not, I hurried into the ambulance without saying a word. I was too embarrassed and too shy to thank him.
We all have things we wish we’d said. Moments we’d like to return to and do differently. Rarely do we get that chance to make up for those times that words failed us. But I did. Many years later.
I should mention here that when Robert Downey Jr. was in prison for being a drug addict (which strikes me as absurd and cruel, but that’s the topic for a different essay), I thought of writing to him. Of reminding him of that day when he was humanity personified. When he was the best of what we each can be. When he was the kindest of strangers.
But I didn’t.
Some fifteen years after that garden party, ten years after my grandmother had died and five since he’d been released from prison, I saw him in a restaurant.
I grew up in Los Angeles where celebrity sightings are commonplace and where I was raised to respect people’s privacy and never bother someone while they’re out having a meal, but on this day I decided to abandon the code of the native Angeleno, and my own shyness, and I approached his table.
I said to him, “I don’t have any idea if you remember this…” and I told him the story.
He remembered.
“I just wanted to thank you,” I said. “And I wanted to tell you that it was simply the kindest act I’ve ever witnessed.”
He stood up and he took both of my hands in his and he looked into my eyes and he said, “You have absolutely no idea how much I needed to hear that today.”
Did I fucking ask to start crying tonight. No. No I did not.
Reblog for those who are unaware of this story ♡
School needs to teach these hacks
vampires being the lactose intolerants of the monster world
“Yes I’m violently allergic to garlic but what’s the point of unliving without Italian food?”
“I know silver is bad for me but this necklace was SO cute and it was on sale”
“Technically sunlight burns my skin but with enough layers and aloe lotion-”
i love how this post just casually drops the fact that anne hathaway too is an immortal
The Princess Bride (1987) dir. Rob Reiner
that photo is one of the sexiest things i have ever seen.
I hit reblog so fast there was a tsunami in the Pacific.
*insert your deity of choice, fate, or ‘the universe’.
I’m sure they’d be yelling “misandrist” to every woman on here 😂
aunt may does right by her nephew.
oh my god this is adorable
Mothers in the MCU ❤️ She is beautiful, softened at the edges, and tempered with a spin of steel.