This is not a photograph of lovers, this is a 400 year old marble statue of Pluto and Proserpina. Mind blown.
tumblr is currently a place for people not at comic-con to sit and wait for pictures of comic-con to be posted. then cry about how we are not at comic-con.
Do you expect me to talk?
No, Ms. Bond. I expect you to die!
Selfies. Selfies everywhere
I defy someone to re-draw the cover of The Killing Joke as a selfie.
I pledge my life and honor to the Night’s Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.
here is what you know about
my daughter, brother dear:
she is beautiful like summer
shining in the skies, and kind
like flowers sharing their light
with all the world.
she is endlessly hopeful like
rainbows at the end of storms
and she brings happiness
wherever she goes, trailing
roses behind her feet.
here is what you don’t know
about your queen, brother dear:
she is clever and she is able,
enough so to turn a nightmare
into her own coronation.
(of course she knew what
pomegranate seeds could do —
she is a girl, but she is not young.)
she is strong, and she must be
to rule at your side in hell.
didn’t you ever wonder why
the dead took to her so easily?
she is sweet like summer,
wild like rain, and she will be
your undoing, for she is to be
Nobody gives the black girl mob credit for being smart as fuck. They clown but at the end of the day they are really intelligent.
And it’s not subtle at all.
Taystee is a math prodigy in addition to being well-read, Poussey is multilingual, Cindy just knows shit, Suzanne studies Shakespeare, Watson was a good student in addition to being a track star, Vee is basically an evil genius. Piper often learns the most from them; they taught her how to fight and helped translate Pennsatucky’s biblical threat.
The show flat out acknowledges the (academic) intelligence of the black inmates time and time again, but the audience collectively ignores it.
ALL OF THIS
or disregard it as unrealistic, which is so fucking uncool
black =/= dumb, assholes
You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it.
The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) Dir. Wes Anderson