swan2swan:

zordauch:

tiefighter:

stephendann:

footballintuxedos:

do-you-have-a-flag:

Imagine being an uber driver and while giving some teen and his uncle a ride you end up getting pulled into a hostage situation/anti government rebellion forces

Han Solo did not sign up for this

To be fair, in this metaphor, the uber driver is in trouble with the local mob boss because he was ferrying cocaine and dumped it out the window when it looked like he might get pulled over, so…

So the uber driver hooks up with the sister of the guy who first hires him, and it turns out that their dad is the Deputy Sheriff, and things go downhill even faster than previously imagined when they hit up a local truckstop for a bite to eat, fuel drop and impromptu family reunion.

Truckstop’s run by an old friend who he won his car off that one time, and the dude’s hitting on the chick he’s hooking up with and it’s like come on man, don’t do this to me but then the girl’s dad is there and he gets hit over the head and shoved into the trunk of the cop car and it’s like oh, shit. Fuck. Chewie man, don’t let them take my car!

And then the kid, who had never been off the farm before he hired you, comes back with Green Beret-level skills to bust you out of jail and his sister, who was honestly kinda preppy, straight up MURDERS the mob boss. And then you get the plans to the DOD’s biggest single piece of equipment so you go to the middle of nowhere where it’s being built and you have some trouble with the locals, but somehow the annoying nerd speaks their language and manages to impress them, so you work together to infiltrate the military base. Oh, and the kid lets himself get captured so he can talk to his dad, and after a knock-down drag-out fight, the dad realizes that he’s been played his entire adult life by the corrupt politician overseeing everything, so he chucks the politician down the maintenance shaft of said politician’s high-rise just before it gets destroyed by the rebels, led by your friend in your truck that he borrowed with the promise that he wouldn’t put a scratch on it, but he knocks off your side mirror getting out of there.

“Side mirror”? He turned your car into a convertible driving it under a too-low overpass. 

soyonscruels:

okay so i haven’t really talked in detail yet about how what i’m most glad about with newt and hermann is what they entail w/r/t disability

hermann is very obviously disabled in the film, the first shot we see of him (it’s not actually the fight in the lift!! you can see him and newt arguing over a crate outside as the camera pans past them) he’s using his cane, and he maintains doing so throughout the film— when bad things happen, newt has to slow down a couple of times to let hermann catch up (which, btw, truly made me love him, because do you know how often people do that in real life to me, NOT MANY) like he is un-fucking-mistakeably disabled, and you know what? it matters, yeah, because when the world’s fucking ending he can’t run that fast, but it also doesn’t, because his worth in the shatterdome is predicated on the fact that he, like newt, is basically a weapon all by himself

and then novel canon cements newt as neuroatypical — ‘borderline manic personality’, so probably bipolar — so like, we’re talking about someone who would probably never be allowed to be a jaeger pilot, because speaking as someone who shares a brain with bipolar disorder, i would not want to mind-meld with someone and then operate heavy machinery. newt, like hermann, would not have worth in most action movies of this type. like, yeah, maybe they’d get to be comic relief and get to contribute some minor ~~~science thing~~~ of importance, but they wouldn’t be the focus. they wouldn’t be the motherfuckin’ heroes. 

BUT IN THIS FILM, THEY ARE. of course, they’re not the heroes alone, but they get to do this terrifying amazing glorious thing, this thing they’re not even trained for, and the information they gather at great personal and mental and emotional and physical cost SAVES THE ENTIRE HUMAN RACE FROM EXTINCTION

also, they’re not punished for anything, and the moment where they come together to form a literal left brain/right brain organism is a lovely one. lots of films like this would take the TEACH THE NON-HEROES A LESSON!!! ARROGANCE IS BAD!!! but nooooope. actual scientist rockstars who mind-meld an alien and predict a double event with a chalkboard. they’re scared and physically small and ‘weak’ and they’re allowed to be all of these things, frightened and vulnerable and bleeding, and we aren’t supposed to respect them any less for having such human reactions, for having the reactions of the untrained in a war zone.

in this movie, a guy who walks with a cane and may well have done so since birth and a guy who clearly spends at least some of his time talking to himself at 3am while obsessively eating cereal and spinning through the emotional gamut like he’s a catherine wheel got to save the world, and you know what, other summer blockbusters try

digoxin-purpurea:

apply for jobs you’re not qualified for! audit upper-level classes! get drunk with your TAs! see that poster advertising that lecture series? go there take notes and ask questions! thank the presenter for talking about this topic you love! if the class is full before you register, email the professor and ask if they can squeeze you in! RAISE YOUR HAND! tell the disability accomodation office to do their goddamn job! ask for help! file complaints! go to class in your pajamas and destroy the reading! you got this! you KNOW you got this! be arrogant enough to learn EVERYTHING! take your meds! punch a velociraptor in the dick! fear is useless and temporary! glory is forever! shed your skin and erupt angel wings! help out! spread your sun!

i had a really good morning! you deserve a really good morning! kill anyone who says you don’t and build a throne from their bones!

mercurien:

anyway remember how act 1 of hamlet is set “in that season wherein our saviour’s birth is celebrated”? we have textual proof that the first act takes place around christmas time and still no modern-day production will give me the meeting of the danish court reimagined as an awkward family christmas dinner. imagine claudius making his speech while carving a turkey and wearing an embarrassing paper crown. imagine hamlet glaring at everyone from across a plate of sprouts. imagine hamlet doing o that this too too solid flesh would melt (yeah hamlet i know that post-christmas lunch feel) in a black snowman jumper. in scene 4 when hamlet’s saying the king keeps wassail and the swaggering upspring reels claudius is dad-dancing to shakin’ stevens in the background. 

chekov-and-hobbes:

I mean like maybe
(based on my own post)