Okay, we need to talk about this because I haven’t heard near enough about what a freakin’ boss Debbie Reynolds was on Singin’ in the Rain.  Because that was the first dance role she’d had EVER.  She had gymnastics training so she knew how to move her body, but she hadn’t danced before, and here she was thrown right into the deep end with Gene Kelly and Donald O’Connor.  Kelly in particular was a huge asshole to her and gave her a lot of crap because she wasn’t performing to his standards, even though she was putting on tap shoes for the first time and he was Gene Fucking Kelly.  Hence the nervous breakdown under the piano and encouragement from Fred Astaire. (Kelly, to his credit, owned up to the assholeness after the fact and said he was surprised Reynolds was willing to put up with him afterwards.)

And she DID IT. She didn’t give up busted her ass and danced until her feet bled (literally, she had to be carried off the set after filming “Good Morning”) and she held her own alongside two of the best dancers in Hollywood then or ever and she smiled through what by all accounts was one of the most physically demanding movie musicals ever.  She worked through her self-doubts and met the challenge and made history.

Debbie Reynolds. Carrie Fisher.  The badass is strong in their family.  Never forget it.

The worst part of Pride each year is riding the subway late at night and seeing the gay guys, mostly the ones riding by themselves, slowly take off their rainbow stickers and beads and what-not in preparation for their walk alone in their neighborhood, doing their best to prevent the off-chance of being jumped. I saw one guy with a flag in his bag turn it upside down so it wouldn’t poke out.

So yeah, fuck that heterosexual pride day nonsense.

This is the saddest god damn thing I’ve read in awhile, mostly because I literally remember peeling my stickers off on my way home too for this reason 

Two years ago in Budapest the organizers didn’t let anyone leave the place until we dropped all the rainbow flags into the trash cans and popped out the balloons, because people were waiting outside the cordons to get and beat us. Sadly the situation was so bad that even without the flags, we couldn’t leave for a good two hours after the event anyway. There were hundreds of people just waiting to be able to get home safely, but we simply couldn’t walk out of the place because of those assholes. In the end, the police made us leave in smaller groups via subway. They closed down the stations closest to ours, so we could avoid running into the people waiting us outside. This was in Budapest, in Europe, 2014. I hate this world we live in.

And this is why #heterosexualpride makes me so angry.

I know this kid who was leaving Pride, trying so badly to rub off the rainbow paint on his cheek because his dad was abusive and didn’t know he was gay or at pride. I was on the bus with him and he was close to tears, he cheek red, and I had my make up bag and there was a packet of wet wipes, so I went up and sat next to him and helped him rub it off. We’ve been best friends ever since.

Heterosexual pride my ass

I'd very much like to punch a feminist.

I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist. It’d bring me great joy.

I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs

ready when you are

Or if you’d like to have some more options….

I’m 6’4” 228 pounds and have 9 years of combined martial arts training and 3 years of being a Line Backer in football. Just in case you are looking for variety.

what about a lady and a feminist. warning, combatives certified soldier.

im tiny, i’m like 5′4 and 130 lbs but u can fight me too

Reblogging for the last one cuz that’s adorable

tHE LAST ONE. LOOK AT THAT FACE. I CANT. TOO PRECIOUS. SO HAPPY. TOO GR8 FOR THIS WORLD.

If you can’t get enough of the CW’s hit television series “Arrow,” then check out our list of five facts you might not have know about star Emily Bett Rickards, who plays the tech genius Felicity Smoak.

Emily + Ophie

“No cuddles until you take me out”

Shiggy will be the very best

So Elizabeth commented on my post over on Instagram (@pestoaioli) after I met her at London comic con & knew I would be a blubbering mess so wrote had written a letter…and then I realised she was commenting on a bunch of social media posts/DM-ing people and thanking them for their letters with personalised messages…what kind of beautiful human does this?! Seriously, we are so so lucky to have her.

Bonus:

reblogging almost solely because almost everyone’s name is meaningful but Rapunzel’s literally just means lettuce

Colton Haynes with Emily Bett Rickards

Ok hold up for one second, let me take a short break from sowing the ground with salt to ask: did anyone else notice how when Tony says something like “Pepper and I are …” Steve “conceal-don’t-feel” Rogers perks right the fuck up and goes “PREGNANT??!!?!” I say this in utter seriousness*: in the .5 seconds between “Pepper and I” and “are on a break,” the only thoughts in Captain America’s head are “BABY! BABY! OH BOY! UNCLE STEVE! OH BOY!” Like good lord this man is so sad and lonely that he lights up like a goddamn lava lamp at the mere prospect of being in proximity to family life. He parents the fuck out of Scarlet Witch, he attempts to parent Spider-Lad while the kid is attacking him, he would probably parent Iron Man if Tony would just hold still long enough. There is literally no one on earth more prepared than Steve Rogers to bring someone out for ice cream after they don’t make the football team and tell them that he’ll always be proud of them no matter what. Captain America has got this, his body is ready, he will be unconditionally loving and supportive to the entire state of Minnesota, he will diaper Yellowstone National Park, he is fully prepared to help Guam with its math homework. If the answer to Steve’s question had been, “Yes, pregnant!” Civil War would not have happened, because Steve would have brokered a peace in under 20 minutes, and the rest of the movie would have been nothing but Captain America shopping for onesies while Falcon and the Winter Soldier give each other nuclear wedgies and Iron Man finally gets himself some therapy. Unfortunately, as there is no baby, Tony remains a man-sized pile of emotional rubble, Bucky ends up armless and frozen instead of enjoying hours of playing punch buggy with Sam while Cap threatens to TURN THIS CAR AROUND RIGHT NOW, and Steve has no adorable little StarkNugget to bounce on his knee and teach to play stickball and give all of the love in his giant patriotic heart. In conclusion: everything is terrible, and T'Challa needs to buy Steve an incredibly expensive Wakandan puppy or something before he starts attempting to nurture that giant panther statue in the front yard.

*I am not actually utterly serious.

PUNK: Professional Uncle No Kids*

You will be very, very sorry…. Forever.

Gotham Adventures #26

This should be the new “is your Batman remotely like Batman” test. Can your version of Batman be caring enough to hold and care for a small child, yet still menace four criminals into surrendering, and even then still not be scary enough that a civilian can just go up to him and say “hey you holding that baby wrong, you clearly do not know what you’re doing. Let me help.” And he accepts her help, doesn’t try pretend he doesn’t need help because it’d hurt his image. 

That’s Batman.

^^^^

THIS

Imagine a world where they went this direction with cinematic Batman, instead of “very grim oatmeal”