Val Kilmer's Hollywood Successor

Personal space? Nope - never heard of it.

Is that…… them

YALL THERES MORE TO THE SERIES

@veradragonjedi @chiffchaffinch

You’ve heard of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, now get ready for  Hamlet and Horatio are Gay

Hi @shadowtouchashadowhand . I would just like to ask what part of a “romantic friendship” would not be considered gay or queer. I didn’t say sexual anywhere in the post. I said GAY. Would a nonsexual romantic friendship not be considered an “actual gay relationship”? Do two people only get to be gay if they’re more than romance?

Would two friends in deep platonic love with eachother not be able to call what they have gay on your terms?

If so I’m glad the world doesn’t measure on your terms. Because my QPP and I are gay as hell. Thank you and goodnight

seen so many posts that are like “I was so confused when I saw all this posting about some non-existent movie “Goncharov” like it was real” I wasn’t. this happens 5 times a week. my dash is routinely filled to the brim with passionate analysis of absurd-sounding movies and tv shows I have never heard of. I never for a second doubted the existence of a russian mafia movie set in italy with massive numbers of bizarrely named characters and no cohesive understanding of the movie’s themes or plot until I saw a post saying to tag it as unreality. this is tumblr. this happens daily. not one thought crossed my mind except “ha, looks like a few of my mutuals have a new hyperfixation.” this is what tumblr has done to me. you could tell me there’s a new tv show about dolphins with french accents living as royalty in victorian england while secretly starting a cult to renew the worship of the greek gods and the shipping discourse is intense and I would simply think “sounds legit” and keep scrolling

This idiot hasn’t seen The Dolphin Court

@watchpoob do you have The Dolphin Court for us

happy tdov heres a comic i drew ages ago about being genderfluid

M42, Orion

this dude -> 😔 <- he gets me

@calkale

via pauloctavious on instagram

I’m such a fan of this

TERF Website.

I’m not going to stop beating people over the head for preferring to feed their pointless fucking nostalgia over not supporting a Holocaust-Denying TurboBigot who’s made it her life’s work to use every millions of dollars and her entire online presence to terrorize and criminalize trans women out of existence.

All her works do is get more and more and more bigoted, and so does she. The tolerance people have for it shows that they do not care for minorities. She talks tirelessly about how she hates minorities, they just look away and act like their twee little ‘reclamations’ of the series where Harry Potter is gay mean anything. She talks endlessly about how she views literally any endorsement of her work as endorsement for her views and they plug their ears and act like that’s not true. They cast a Black man as Snape and the fandom started cheering. I hope everyone here dies.

The Mission: Impossible movies are so fun because they're spy-based action movies so you figure the main character is going to be this big macho tough guy and then you watch the movies and he's just this sad wet kitten who doesn't want his friends to die

"there's a guy in the walls" movies exist in a universe that I fucking WISH was real. imagine how easy it would be to install stuff in walls if the space behind a wall was not 3.5 inches/8.9 cm deep and I could get my whole self in there. of course that would mean a guy could get in there too, but what are the odds.

<currently blogging from inside this idiot's walls>

PLEASE help me feed these ethernet cables downstairs or I'm gonna kill myself before you get a crack at me

thread it down here champ, we'll get this installed come hell or high water

you are the best scary murderer who could have ever crawled into my walls

”this file type is not supported” umm grow up?

Your ass is getting opened in notepad

sometimes i think about the golden record and i want to cry

there is a disk. it is 12 inches in diameter, it is made of copper, plated with gold. there is an inscription— "To the makers of music – all worlds, all times" on its surface. it lies on the space probe, Voyager 1, launched in 1977, to explore interstellar space beyond our solar system.

it contains human existence.

116 images— the sun, the location of our solar system, mathematical and physical unit definitions, and our planets, including a blue and swirling white sphere simply labelled "Home." it contains images of human dna, of our atoms, their structure, the way they divide, our anatomy, our conception, our birth.

it does not contain an image of war. nor of disease, nor poverty, nor crime, religion, or ideology.

it does contain a father looking lovingly at his daughter. it does contain the picture of a tree toad in a gentle hand, of a woman eating a grape at a supermarket.

the remainder of the disk is audio. a 90-minute selection of music from all over the world, sounds, and greetings. there are greetings in 55 different languages, one akkadian, spoken in sumer about six thousand years ago, and one wu, a modern chinese dialect. the greetings call out to a friend. it wishes them well. it asks them if they have eaten yet.

but it contains other sounds too. it holds the sound of rain, of thunder, of a volcano and an earthquake. it holds the sound of mud pots and trains. it holds the sound of a mother kissing her child.

with little to erode it in space, the golden record would probably outlast all human creation. it will be 40,000 years before it approaches another planetary system. if it does, it cannot find intelligent life. intelligent life will have to find it, retrieve it from where it floats silent and small through space. we still don't know if they would understand it.

in 7.5 billion years, the evolution of the sun would burn the earth up, and we would not exist any longer, but the voyager would fly on, bearing a memory.

bearing a disk with a little inscription etched by hand on its surface.