Yo, fellow wheelchair user, I get that you want to get on the bus and do so independently, but maybe waiting for the driver to…I don’t know…ACTUALLY COME BACK FROM HER ALLOWED BREAK to do her job of lifting the bench and strapping you in might be a smarter idea than getting an untrained passenger to help you.
Just put your damn brakes on and sit tight. You getting in before she shows up ain’t gonna get us leaving the transit center faster. Goddamn. :|
I actually have a fairly interesting story to tell about today that involves my existence as a person in a wheelchair, how people perceive me, and the sense that I’m finally starting to find my niche within the drama department.
I am also mind-numbingly tired and my upper back feels like I have cement were muscles should be, so you’re going to have to wait until tomorrow night for me to tell it.
Until then, pray that I ace my dual audition for Madness in Valencia and Antigone tomorrow afternoon, because I’d really love to have something artistic keeping me occupied this summer until San Japan starts.
are you fucking kidding me.
I have no idea who this is or what the hell is going on but I feel I ought to reblog it because it looks scientifically important.
He’s fucking his jeans. That’s what he’s doing.
#things clint can probably do if he works hard enough at it.
Things Tony asks Clint to do as often as he possibly can
ooh ooh this could so be Clint from that Sugardaddy!verse, sending a video to Phil in the new jeans Phil bought for him <3 <3 <3
I always pictured this as Steve. And Tony is shocked. Shocked and then gleefully pleased.
Or it could be Bucky teasing Steve.
*calls from left field* Or maybe, um—*cough*—Kai Leng for the Illusive Man? Maybe? Just me? Okay.
If you don’t mind, I want to ask you, why do you dance?
Because I like dancing. When I dance, my mom laughs. My mom says laughing is happiness.
Tell me, what is your dream?
My dream is to make people happy because I’m happy. Are you happy?
Eurydice, Eurydice (Sarah Ruhl)
Liveblogging Mass Effect: My favourite part of playing paragon Shepard is getting to provide the smackdown on racist, sexist, classist douchebags.
[Or, A Continuation of “Mary, Mary, Ever So Contrary" So Read that First
Or, Another Fic Doodle Based on Headcanon Where Dean and Sam Meet an Old Adversary from Their Mother’s Hunter Days]
The brothers glance at each other, trading silent messages. It takes a short nod from Dean before Sam pulls out the file folder and sets it down on the desk in front of her, telling her what they know. She waves him backward and wedges her cigarillo into the right corner of her mouth. As her fingers run over the pages and photographs, the shapes in the smoke above her shift much more fluidly. The broker lifts up photographs and they stay in the air when she reaches for another. She studies them with her ruby eyes and then she goes back to other papers.
“There’s good news and there’s bad news,” she tells them in a distant voice. “The good news is they aren’t after me.”
“How is that good news?” asks Dean, ignoring Sam’s look.
“Well, it’s good for me. Ah, but, the bad news is bad for me, as well.”
“Meaning?” asks Sam.
“They aren’t after me,” repeats the broker, “but they are after what I’ve got.”
She makes a turning motion with her hand and the still-floating photographs follow suit. The men don’t even flinch.
“These people,” she says, “are all brokers. Every last one. Notice anything significant?”
“You mean apart from how they’re all more stains than people?” asks Dean.
“They’re…missing things.” Sam steps forward. “His eyes are gone. Her heart was ripped out of her chest. A-and that guy’s—”
“Gray matter, brain stem, and spine. All of it—ffwhit!—gone,” says the broker, nodding. “It’d be impressive work if they got it all out in one piece.”
“So…what, someone’s planning to do a little Frankensteining? Or are we dealing with a Hannibal Lecter situation here? Because I have had more than my share of fuckin’ cannibals,” says Dean.
Sam frowns. “It’s not cannibals—”
“It might be cannibals,” interjects the broker. “Or, at least, it might involve cannibalism.”
The older Winchester sighs heavily. “Great.”
I just noticed that she still has the sheet on over her chest and now I am completely distracted trying to figure out how that’s even possible. (Apart from the power of network censorship.) Like seriously, what kind of super sheets can Hannibal afford that he can give her what appears to be a really great fuck without them dropping completely around her waist?
Maybe they figured nobody would notice. Or that they would assume it’s just part of her skin, except she’s not that pale.
#you haven’t felt true crushing hopeless pain from a television show until you’ve watched kings
Can someone explain to me the context of this gifset? What did that guy say to him to make him react like that?
If I remember right, the older guy making him cry is his dad, the titular King of a fictional country of which I cannot remember the name because it’s been a while since I’ve watched it and it was unfortunately cancelled after like one season. Anyway, Sebastian Stan’s character is a prince who is known to the press for being a super womanizer playboy type…
But the truth is that he’s actually gay and the womanizing is a cover so that his dad doesn’t find out because Sebastian Stan’s character is next in line.
But then his dad finds out and calls him on it, which is the source of the gifset.