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Devon Aoki - Craig McDean

People ask, ‘So, how are the roles now? You must be getting so many.’ And it’s like, I don’t know if you know, but I’m Asian still,” Yeun told TheWrap earlier in July, laughing. “It’s not a complaint, that’s just how it is now, and I have to forge my own path through it and see that through. I think that if I had not been Asian, I probably would have a whole plethora of roles, at least to audition for, but it’s just not what has been written.
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victoriousvocabulary:

IMMANITAS
[noun]
1. immensity, vastness, excess.
2. monstrousness, enormity, fierceness, cruelty, barbarism; savagery; frightfulness.
Etymology: Latin immānitās.
[Olivia Chin Mueller - Panther]

victoriousvocabulary:

IMMANITAS

[noun]

1. immensity, vastness, excess.

2. monstrousness, enormity, fierceness, cruelty, barbarism; savagery; frightfulness.

Etymology: Latin immānitās.

[Olivia Chin Mueller - Panther]

It is difficult to be sat on all day, every day, by some other creature, without forming an opinion on them.

On the other hand, it is perfectly possible to sit all day, every day, on top of another creature and not have the slightest thought about them whatsoever.

Douglas Adams

this quote was in my sociology book (via marinashutup)

kaptincrunchh:

MASTER HAS GIVEN DOBBY A SOCK!

kaptincrunchh:

MASTER HAS GIVEN DOBBY A SOCK!

warkadang:

It breaks my heart knowing that silence is preferred over the Afghan civilians killed by the Pakistani military, not only this week, but for the past seven years. There are many injustices in the world that are casually ignored and the killing of civilians in eastern Afghanistan is one of them. Pakistan’s killing of Afghan civilians isn’t even recognized by the U.S. or the Pakistani government. Recognizing the massacres is the least anyone could do. But since Afghan civilians are labeled as “terrorists” by Pakistan, no one questions why they attack eastern Afghanistan almost daily. 

This really is an ignored issue. I have to dig and dig just to find out if any news channels have covered the massacres. Even Afghan news channels stay lazy on this issue. Doesn’t anybody think the Afghans in eastern Afghanistan have dreams and ambitions? That their only wish is peace? That they are not involved in terrorist activities? That they live in fear daily because there are Pakistani missiles, jets and helicopters over their heads? 

While the criminals in the Pakistani Army can celebrate Eid with their families, the Afghan families affected by Pakistani missiles have to worry about how to rebuild their houses and where to bury their loved ones. But none of this will get recognition outside of Afghanistan, because like I said, Afghan civilians are labelled as terrorists and therefore the massacres never happened. 

She enjoyed the notion that New York was home, and that she missed it, but in fact the only thing she really missed was pizza. And not just any old pizza, but the sort of pizza they brought to your door if you phone them up and asked them. That was the only real pizza. Pizza that you had to go out and sit at a table staring at red paper napkins for wasn’t real pizza however much extra pepperoni and anchovy they put on it.

From The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul by Douglas Adams.

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She threw open the window in her bedroom and for a moment or two leaned out of it at the rather dangerous and awkward angle which allowed her to see a patch of the park. It was a small corner patch with just a couple of plane trees standing in it. The backs of some of the intervening houses framed it, or rather, just failed totally to obscure it, and made it very personal and private to Kate in the way a vast, sweeping vista would not have been.

On one occasion she had gone to this corner of the park and walked around the invisible perimeter that marked out the very limits of what she could see, and had come very close to feeling that this was her own domain. She had even patted the plane trees in a proprietorial sort of way, and had then sat beneath them watching the sun going down over London—over its badly spoiled skyline and its nondelivering pizza restaurants—and had come away with a profound sense of something or other, though she wasn’t quite certain what. Still, she had told herself, these days she should feel grateful for a profound sense of anything at all, however unspecific.
douglas adams — the long dark tea-time of the soul
She threw open the window in her bedroom and for a moment or two leaned out of it at the rather dangerous and awkward angle which allowed her to see a patch of the park. It was a small corner patch with just a couple of plane trees standing in it. The backs of some of the intervening houses framed it, or rather, just failed totally to obscure it, and made it very personal and private to Kate in the way a vast, sweeping vista would not have been.

On one occasion she had gone to this corner of the park and walked around the invisible perimeter that marked out the very limits of what she could see, and had come very close to feeling that this was her own domain. She had even patted the plane trees in a proprietorial sort of way, and had then sat beneath them watching the sun going down over London—over its badly spoiled skyline and its nondelivering pizza restaurants—and had come away with a profound sense of something or other, though she wasn’t quite certain what. Still, she had told herself, these days she should feel grateful for a profound sense of anything at all, however unspecific.

douglas adams — the long dark tea-time of the soul

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favorite bit of words possibly ever, reblog this every few months

six notes

that bit about the internet is at 19k now, probably 20k by the end of the month

all the current reblobs don’t have a link to me

is that how tumblr works, by 20k either the fans or the system have stripped out the op

unless all 20k notes are mad at them

idk it’s fine, like i didn’t write it, the link to adam’s page is still there, i have too many followers anyways given that the more i get the less interactivity i get

but as a fan of properly cited posts, it’s interesting to consider whether the relatively immediate loss of any credit for my two most popular quote posts is an emergent property of the tumblr //community// or some kind of systems error in the reblog chain functionality

did it get lost in the shuffle of the eighteen thousandth copy of a copy of a copy

or did someone choose to cut me out of the text at some point and //they// were the one getting 15k notes worth of attention for posting something clever that someone else said somewhere else

anyways, this bit makes my heart tremble and i’d love if it blew up to 19k notes, whether i got a single fist bump for having posted it or not

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fifteen notes (this will make sixteen) and half of them are me reblogging myself, what the hell tumblr, 610 of you now if this doesn’t blow up i am going to be sad

also WHY THE FUCK do quote reblags still just link back to the url of the previous commenter and not //their post you are reblobbing//

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seventeen and i keep wanting to cut all this chatter but since i’m apparently just talking to myself why not

i just realized that nobody is seeing this because 685 followers but comparatively nobody follows me, i’d need to repost it as a new post to have it pop up in the douglas adams tag

maybe i’ll go do that and see what happens

kateordie:

"Why are you so rude to people who send you creepy tumblr asks?"

Because I want people to be afraid to send me creepy tumblr asks

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monzo12782:

A collection of contemporary reviews of The Transformers: The Movie.

See, I remember reading reviews in the papers pretty much universally panning the ‘86 movie when it was new. And the home video guides were no less forgiving when it was finally made available then.

Loud, gratuitously violent, confusing, and you can’t tell the robots apart.  All Transformers movies ever, forever. 

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urulokid:

Yeah I’m totally elsa kids come on over

I can’t breathe, this is so friggin cute

Like you don’t understand okay I was trapped for an hour on the second floor of the con with hundreds of children and their parents because everyone thought I was Elsa

Am I the only one who thinks she looks like the khaleesi like The mother of dragons?

I was cosplaying dany I was mistaken for Elsa and wound up at a nine yr old girls birthday party this was the best day of my life

I thought she was Kalesi…

YES I WAS COSPLAYING KHALEESI

I WAS HOWEVER MISTAKEN ON AN ENORMOUS SCALE FOR ELSA OF ARENDELLE BY HUNDREDS OF SMALL CHILDREN AND THEIR MOTHERS

well you didnt have to use caps lock…

I AM DAENERYS STORMBORN, THE UNBURNT, OF THE HOUSE TARGARYEN, FIRST OF MY NAME; QUEEN OF MEEREEN; QUEEN OF THE ANDALS, THE RHYNAR, AND THE FIRST MEN; LADY REGNANT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS, PROTECTOR OF THE REALM, KHALEESI OF THE GREAT GRASS SEA, BREAKER OF CHAINS, AND MOTHER OF DRAGONS 

AND I WILL USE CAPS LOCK IF I SO PLEASE

LET IT GO

LET IT GOOOOOOO