Ninjas, Owls, and Runaway Trains

19. Female. Boston's my hometown. Oklahoma's my home state. Still lost, but maybe I won't always be.

But also I think it's been decided that I'm moving to Argentina to herd goats. Why yes, I have had my fill of my present attempt at adulthood and am seeking new opportunities - why do you ask?
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itsstuckyinmyhead:

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girijasu:

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demiflower:

being a cishet looks boring why do people do that

Idk maybe bc sexuality/gender isnt based on how cool or interesting an individual wants to look

yeah but why be boring when u can be awesome and not cishet

yeah but why treat lgbt+ identities like some trendy fashion accessory that ppl can just slap on to look cool when u could not act like a complete idiot

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sassy-spoon:

danielkanhai:

how many times do you think you’ve seen the same bird twice.

out of all the things on this website that have fucked me up this is one of the worst

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vixyish:

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cecilyjeanne:

devil-whore-bitch:

They’ve got civilians trapped.

I love that while the avengers fought the aliens you also see them helping to evacuate people so they are safe. It’s not just fighting, it’s rescue as well.

YES THANK YOU! This was my huge and horrible problem with Man of Steel. No help. Buildings falling left and right. I just kept saying “There’s another 10,000 dead people…oooh, and another 10,000 right there!” And no one cared. It left me feeling a bit sick, actually.

In the same movie Captain American *repeatedly* goes out of his way to rescue civilians, order the local police to make sure that the civilians are safe, tells people to get underground in a deleted scene, and leaves the main battle to rescue an entire bank full of terrified people from the Chitauri.  He damn near gets blown to pieces doing the last, after losing his cowl so that the entire world can see his face and realize that the guy in the Captain America outfit is the lost hero from 1945 who sacrificed himself to save the entire Eastern Seaboard.  

Want more?  Don’t forget that Thor offers himself to save an entire town of people he doesn’t even know, and that a couple of years later Jane runs through a library screaming at people to get away from Malekith and his ships as they ravage Greenwich.  And what the Guardians of the Galaxy and the Nova Corps banding together to save an entire planet?  Tony Stark sending his precious armor to save Pepper, then ordering her to remove Maya from the battle zone before thinking of himself?  Bruce Banner going underground to heal people in the most literal sense?  Sharon Carter taking the extra second to kick the launch technician’s chair out from under him just in time to prevent Crossbones from blowing him to hell?  All those poor doomed SHIELD agents trying to take on STRIKE teams with hand guns to prevent those helicarriers from getting intot he air?

Best of all, after spending two years working beside Cap and going on the lam with him, Black Widow, the most morally ambiguous character of them all, shouts “Get out of the way!  RUN!” as she flees for her life from the Winter Soldier.  This is a woman who a worldwide reputation for black ops, and even she puts non-combatants above her own life.

It’s one of the things I love best about Marvel:  their characters are more than muscle and speed and grandstanding against impossible odds.  They have heart and soul and spirit, and every single one of them, without exception, is willing to take the extra second or two to protect the innocent and the defenseless even if it means their own lives.  There’s a moral core there that the Superman of Man of Steel lacks, and it’s a reason why these movies are so popular:

We know in our bones that if we lived in their universe, they’d do what true heroes do, and they’d save us.  

Superman, at least in Man of Steel, doesn’t.  

That makes all the difference.

Also why Christopher Reeve is and will always be my Superman.

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officialnatasharomanoff:

titlefightclub:

this will never let me down

OH MY GOD THIS IS MY FAVORITE VIDEO IN THE WORLD

So mom’s car is officially not worth saving - amazing how much damage there was when you consider I managed to walk away with just some glass scrapes and general soreness. So the van, the one that I remember climbing in the back of for the very first time when mom was taking it for a test drive at the dealership just a week and a half before my eighth birthday, has now, eleven and a half years later, given its life while protecting me from serious harm.

I’m seriously about to cry over that damn car - funny to think about all the memories it’s been a part of, everything from moving back to Oklahoma to driving me to my first day of high school to the first time I got behind the wheel of a car. This is the car whose passenger seat I sat in as I left my high school for the last time and cried my eyes out as four years of memories came to an end. This is the car I accidentally drove through our garage door last year. This is the car that carried me to my first shift as a crew member at the movie theatre and then again to my first shift as a supervisor. This car is the reason why yesterday when I was looking at cars of my own I chose a Honda. And this car, the one that I so eagerly climbed into a seven-year-old and just last week was driving as a nineteen-year-old when it officially crossed 250,000 miles on the odometer, has finally had it. 

I feel terrible about it, even though I know the van was on its last legs anyway. But it’s funny how something so simple as my mother’s car, the van she had to get because us three kids had gotten too big to all fit in the back seat of her Volvo anymore and dad’s Saturn certainly wasn’t gonna cut it as the family car - it’s just funny how something so simple as an old red mini-van can come to mean so much. 

I’m gonna miss sitting in the passenger seat, my feet up on the dashboard, talking to mom. I’m gonna miss the way my oldest brother could never seem to remember to wait until the car was in park and unlocked before trying to open the side door - it was always beep at him, always. 

So yes, this is a long text post grieving the loss of our family van, the one that I put in its grave last night with a nice assist from another equally as stupid driver. 

So long, van, so long. It’s been real nice knowing you.

captcevans:

Chris Evans: A Summary (insp.)

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perchu:

you could read this from right to left or left to right and it doesnt matter. it doesnt matter

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superrobbyrob:

Just saw some wild and free orcas, while observing a seal kolony in the abel tasman national park in new zealand. soo lucky we saw them.

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The kitten freaks out about being in the cat carrier. She freaks out when she`s in there so I was just like ‘ok’ I was like ‘alright we`re gonna just do this.’
Taylor on carrying Olivia to the car (x)

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"I rode an elevator with a guy who was whistling the tune of ‘this is the song that never ends’. Putting that on me? Come on dude…"

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little-yogi:

It’s a cute little thing though.

Sometimes it is hard to remember that owls are incredibly dangerous predators seen by cultures throughout  the world as ill omens. Especially when they look like toasted marshmallows.

My boss once described them as flying pillows filled with seething hatred.

Further confirming that owls are the avian equivalent of cats.

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ts-1989:

My bae </3

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