sometimes i blog about french musketeers, and sometimes i cry over idiot dwarf kings. sometimes i even write.
mostly, though, i like to stare at richard armitage's face and pretend i dont have a problem
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Twitter and Instagram images. Lovely!
they also seem to think that ALL sj bloggers send death threats and hate. when actually a very small percentage of us do like oop there they go again, making generalizations lol. i doubt the people that actually send those messages are sj anyway
and the rhetoric surrounding the entire thing is so problematic; like, “you’re setting back equality by telling cis people to die!” and “bullying is bullying no matter who is doing it!”
i understand that it might be shitty to get hate on your blog for being cis, and some people have to even delete their blogs (apparently the op of the post did)
do you not understand THAT THAT IS AS BAD AS IT GETS? I MEAN, REALLY?
trans* people lose their jobs, are discriminated against, have hate crimes committed against them, lose contact with family and friends who are prejudiced against them, are KILLED, have real-life consequences thrown at them because of who they are
but oh no i got a mean message on tumblr
the line of durin would not be so easily e n d e d
Am I not your mother?
Dark World was thoroughly enjoyable and Loki is officially back in my good books.
Do not leave me,
hide in my heart like a secret,
wind around my head like a turban.
“I come and go as I please,”
you say, ”swift as a heartbeat.”
You can tease me as much as you like
but never leave me.
Iron Man (2008): Deleted Scenes
Tony Comes Home
can you imagine though, jarvis all alone in tony’s malibu house? jarvis who of course doesn’t have any physical form at all, jarvis who at this point occupies just the house and tony’s phone—jarvis, who is dependent on tony for everything, who lives essentially in tony’s pocket, suddenly being completely alone for the first time in his silicon life.
and every ten minutes on the dot for days and days and days he accesses the latest news reports, re-calculating and re-calculating tony’s chances at survival, endlessly running the numbers. and nobody told him to do that. tony’s house was empty and dark and nobody told jarvis to keep an eye on the news but he did. jarvis could have just spun down his hard drives and gone into hibernate mode, but he didn’t.
no, he watched the news. he stood vigil. he waited and he hoped that his calculations were wrong. that one day he would be able to say welcome home, sir once more.
Sometimes I don’t know what I draw anymore! I’m a real masochist for doing this..Oh well, carry on =D
man what is this man
why did you do this