Elevensies

I blabber about books I'm reading/have read/want to read, craft projects and all things nerd.


Questions, Precious?  
Reblogged from feministquotes

My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.

And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie.

Elizabeth Bear - My Least Favorite Trope (via feministquotes)

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Reblogged from smithtocapaldi

thecentercourfeyrac:

glitterandmetal-yt-da:

roundtocrescent:

mysnogboxisbiggerontheinside:

do you ever think that oliver wood was created for the sole purpose of innuendo

yes

even his name is an innuendo

It gets even better when you realize the actor’s name was Sean Biggerstaff.

(Source: smithtocapaldi, via dylan-omg-brien)

Reblogged from clgdoublelifts

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

shslequius:

shslequius:

Nine out of ten doctors recommend going on a trip to an amusement park this weekend

The tenth doctor doesn’t want to go

image

(Source: clgdoublelifts, via apassionateexistence)

Reblogged from notthedisneyyourelookingfor

boltonsrepairshop:

IS THAT A GIF IN A GIF IN A GIF

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Reblogged from agonyandagony

A woman who hates you is playing the pianoforte.

You have five hundred a year. From who? Five hundred what? No one knows. No one cares. You have it. It’s yours. Every year. All five hundred of it.

A charming man attempts to flirt with you. This is terrible.

You are in a garden, and you are astonished.

How To Tell If You Are In A Jane Austen Novel (via heyderryday)

(Source: agonyandagony, via bentpaperclips)

Reblogged from thefaultinourstar-lord

How I imagine it went down

  • C.S. Lewis: I made you a character in my book!
  • J.R.R. Tolkien: OMG me too!
  • Lewis: You're the man who created the wardrobe that leads to Narnia!
  • Tolkien: ...
  • Lewis: Who am I?
  • Tolkien: A tree
  • Lewis: ............
  • Tolkien: But, like, a cool tree
Reblogged from a-world-of-our-very-own

The Golden Age of Children’s TV, the 90’s.

(Source: a-world-of-our-very-own, via ecp1992)

Reblogged from jesusinc

yewglow:

randomlittlespark:

jesusinc:

"nerd" and"loser" were like hard hitting insults in the early 2000’s and now they are used as affectionate terms we have truly come full circle

Sorry, but no, we did a 180. A full circle would mean we went back to them as insults

nerd

(via jibber-jabber-balderdash)

Reblogged from jamie-darling
rainbowrites:

destructivemistress:

rubee:

[INTERNAL SCREAMING]

[EXTERNAL SCREAMING]

[JUST SO MUCH SCREAMING]

rainbowrites:

destructivemistress:

rubee:

[INTERNAL SCREAMING]

[EXTERNAL SCREAMING]

[JUST SO MUCH SCREAMING]

(Source: jamie-darling, via jibber-jabber-balderdash)

Reblogged from epistemologicalfallacy

j6q:

I have been waiting for the day this showed up on Tumblr.

(Source: epistemologicalfallacy, via dylan-omg-brien)