if this is not your new favourite advertisement, you are lying.
OOOH MYYY GODDDDDD THIS IS TOO AMAZING FOR WORDS. AND PETER JACKSON OMG
This is the first time I’ve every watched a safety briefing extremely carefully.
NEW FAVORITE THING. Oh gosh. I’m grinning like a fool over here.
…the hairdryer tho… XDDD
ok that’s cool and all
WHAT. THAT IS THE FANCIEST AIRPLANE I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY WHOLE LIFE.
WHAT IS WITH THOSE BUSINESS PREMIERE SEATS?!
MARKETING. YOU’RE DOING IT RIGHT.
“Yeah,” I say as I take a slow drag from my cigarette, “I’ve seen a few ship wars in my day. Been in a few myself, too.” I stare off into the distance, screams echo through my head, bloody battles, blogs left in shambles, fandoms torn apart. I know I’ll never be the same…
It isn’t how it used to be. Before they had their lists and we had ours; you knew the names of the characters you slashed and you knew where to send that story to where it would do the most good. Maybe you read it as it posted, maybe you waited for the digest in your inbox, but you were close enough to see what came your way. Then, the world changed on us—or maybe we just failed to change with it.
It was hot in the LJ valleys, so damn full of comment threads you couldn’t help but hijack a few just to claw out some space to speak your piece. We thought it was the beginning of everything, we thought our picspams would last forever. But we hadn’t counted on our past catching up with us, we’d forgotten that our handles had become pseuds but that hadn’t changed what we’d done before. Our OTPs spilled out of their lists, and suddenly no filter was safe, no ‘just keep scrolling’ defense was enough, and the tinhats napalmed the gates.
You ever see a tinhat flounce off six sockpuppets, only to return, glazed-eyed and slavering for your pairing? You ever feel the rancid breath on the back of your neck, that commenter who just doesn’t understand why you won’t write her OTP, lighting the match to your inbox like she was a performance arsonist? That’s real carnage, sis, that’s the deaf wolf at your door, howling because she doesn’t understand why you want her to go away. And there was no filter back then, and the ban-hammer was just something a mod talked about, not on your personal LJ, where the comments came and no IPs were logged. There was just you and your FList against the night, clutching your OTP to your chest in sweaty hands and then getting up in the morning to chuck your stories over the barbed wire, waiting for the blast to clear the front.
Yeah, I remember the Ray Wars, sis. I was there. In some ways, I’ve never left. This Tumblr we’re all pouring into? This fannish space? You listen hard, and you listen good; it’s all the same damn war.
I FUCKING GOT CHILLS
sorry it’s a day late!
have some feels!
this is so funny and not funny just fuck everythinh
I have begun Full-Shave November.
This is fucking awful. HOW DO YOU DO THIS????
I was in the shower shaving for like… 45 minutes, and I STILL had to forgo shaving one of my legs because I was concerned I was running late for lunch (it turns out I wasn’t, but whatever).
I also ruined my razor, because I didn’t think to trim any of my hair first, but that’s okay.
Also look at all that fucking hair. There’s so much of it. I had no idea I had that much hair on me.
Tomorrow I will shave my left leg and run clean-up on basically everywhere else (it’s pretty patchy).
Aren’t you supposed to grow a mustache? what the fuck is full shave november.
The opposite of No Shave November. Lots of women get flak for participating in No Shave November and letting their body hair grow out (I can’t find the post with a bunch of screencapped tweets about it, but this is the next best thing), but the vast majority of guys (myself included) have absolutely no idea what a pain feeling like you have to shave your body hair is like. So, for the entirety of the month, I will be shaving my legs, chest, and armpits on a regular basis (as well as my usual regimen of shaving my face).
This idea. I like it. Another.
have no regrets
except all those facebook pages you liked back in 2009, regret those
To this day, Im still finding some pop up on my dash that I need to unlike.
I’m 827% positive that the reason Anderson doesn’t think Sherlock is dead is because Sherlock purposefully let Anderson see tiny glimpses of him the past several years, just to screw with his head. Appearing through Anderson’s window in the woods, standing across the street of his favorite coffee shop, leaving small traces of his presence in his office.
Because Sherlock’s a little shit like that.
*opens window and screams* AM I MORE THAN YOUVE BARGAINED FOR YET I’VE BEEN DYING TO TELL YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT TO HEAR CAUSE THATS JUST WHO I AM THIS WEEK
british humour >
is nobody going to mention susan boyle in the background
so today it snowed for the first time this year and ive naturally been online all day and didnt know so i went to take out the garbage in bare feet and stepped in an inch snow and i just yelled "what the fUCK" and i just heard my neighbour in his backyard go “oh my god she’s outside”