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The Hemsworth brothers, Tom Hanks, and Meryl Streep star in a 1:00 “Charlie Bit My Finger” spoof
is thiS FOR REAL DID THEY ACTUALY TAKE THE TIME TO DO THIS I CAN NOT HANDLE
Okay so, the Doctor is from out of space but does he only breathe oxygen like everyone else? Does Gallifrey have an atmosphere like Earth’s? Because I’d never thought about it before now but he seems to be struggling just as much as everyone else and he does seem to have the same basic anatomy as a human, other than the two hearts.
Anyone care to answer?
Gallifrey’s atmosphere is 77% Nitrogen, 21% Oxygen and 2% other, which means that it’s similar to Earth’s atmosphere, but it’s a bit thinner.
The Doctor needs oxygen as well, but Time Lords have a raspiratory bypass system that allows them to go without breathing for a longer time span than humans.
Most fandoms have some pretty deep canon. The Doctor Who fandom can tell you the concentrations of gas in the atmosphere of the home planet of the main character. DW Fandom > Your fandom
This also means that Earth’s atmosphere gets the Doctor high, because it has double (or triple, I can’t do math, forgive me) the oxygen of Gallifrey. Obviously the TARDIS has an Earth-like oxygen level inside of it, which can explain why he’s so bloody hyper all the time.
so are you telling me that the Doctor protects Earth because it’s where he gets his fix is that it
Yup. We’ve gone insane.
i have the sex appeal of a math book
idk man, i’ve never met anyone that opened a math book and didn’t say “fuck me”
And what person hasn’t banged a math book on a desk? Multiple times?
REBLOG THIS IF YOU THINK YOUR FOLLOWERS ARE CUTIES AND THE PEOPLE YOU’RE FOLLOWING ARE CUTIES AND EVERYONE IS A CUTIE
This is not “cool.”
This is sad.
In fact, it’s more than just sad… It’s pathetic.
Between the MLP crap, the Disney Princess garbage, the never ending 90’s nostalgia, the barbie collections, and the weird obsession with Harry Potter (basically a kids book), this sort of thing is causing the “peter pan complex” that is so epidemic in my generation, and it’s created the entire hipster movement as well:
Encouraging people from the age of 20 or so up into their mid 30’s to spend time and money reminiscing about their childhoods out of the sunlight and off of the streets, holed away in a dark living room or bedroom watching something stupid like Disney’s The Fox and the Hound or playing Zelda.
Yes, it’s nice to remember what life was like back when we were kids, but for crying out loud… you’re not kids anymore. And when I see shit like this being glorified on tumblr or anywhere else, I cringe at the thought of these infantile man-children and women-children who never grew up, and how they’re going to be running the planet in short order.
I grew up largely without video games (my choice), and mostly played with action figures. However, even now as an adult, I would never adorn my fucking living room or bedroom shelves with old collectable toys (let alone make an entire room devoted to such a thing). They were for playing with, and then they were for the donation box for someone else to enjoy once I grew up. So yeah, this room full of various consoles and every retro old video game known to man? Pathetic. And so is anyone who says, “to each their own.”
STOP LIKING THINGS I DONT LIKE
Wow, what a fucking asshole
Jesus fucking Christ
how dare somebody have hobbies
how dare they
what are adults supposed to like, then? do you make an entire shelf just for your briefcases and paperweights and fiscal responsibility? are you suggesting that no one over the age of 18 ever enjoy anything ever again?
why are adults not allowed to like things? how fucked up is our culture that being happy and enjoying things and being proud that you enjoy things is considered immature? like oooooh you can have a mancave full of sports merch and thats cool but once you like a cartoon or a YA book SUDDENLY that’s a crime.
and… man/woman children? seriously? let me tell you, guy/girl/other, that can’t be further from the truth. my mother is a 46-year-old woman who works a very prestigious executive job, and on her desk is a huge collection of yoda plushies. my dad is an environmental scientist who owns every lord of the rings novel and movie. my cousin has a fucking hello kitty tattoo and she works as an accountant for a fortune 500 company; my dad’s best friend is a chemical engineer who works for the government and, oh yeah, she collects legos and reads harry potter.
they’re not maladjusted man/woman children, they’re not NEET. these are people who are intelligent, professional, and probably way happier than the people that threw all of their “childish” interests away once they crossed the threshold into adulthood.
just my 2 cents. no one should have to be miserable just because being happy with what you like is considered “kid stuff.”
My mother is like this. I made mention this Thanksgiving during the Macy’s parade that I had gotten the new Pokemon game and she turned on the couch and gave me this look before asking ‘Why?’
And I stared back at her and replied, ‘Because it gives me something to do on my lunch break that I enjoy.’
I could have also argued the point that because it was my money from working my full-time job and I had decided to treat myself once I was certain all my bills were in order.
But she always does that, good to see she isn’t alone.
What is the difference between keeping your action figures as opposed to filling your shelves with kitschy little knick-knacks? Little figures of cats, or sculptures, little porcelain milk maids and pretty stones? Or maybe a sprig of bamboo in a lovely vase filled with pebbles that your purchased from IKEA because you thought it looked so smart what with its little curl. Whats the difference between putting posters on your wall as opposed to your oh so mature and serious art prints? Or masks. Or dead animal heads?
Or did I miss the official ‘You Are An Adult Now’-day where they handed out the book rivaling the thickness of a telephone book listing the appropriate dress/music/television watching/home decor regulations. Because I’d certainly like to put that book in a sack right about now and smack you with it for not understanding the concept of 'People are all different, and what they like to do with their own money and what they put on their walls and what they do to put a little enjoyment into their lives is none of your goddamn business, you blithering idiot.'
I work with children, its suggested that sometimes you find common ground with the older ones to make connections and build a comfortable environment for better education.
I have a son, and you know what one of the biggest things is suggested to help bond with your child? Common and shared interests. Yes, maybe playing video games is not the best way to spend that time, but by your method of thinking anything that we do as children, shouldn’t be touched, should be outright abandoned at that mystical age of 20 or so, so what are we supposed to bond over exactly?
I’m including reading for fun (If it’s not Non-fiction or a biography, it’s out, too kiddy), gardening (quit playing in the dirt, why are you wasting time with flowers? They’re going to die. Vegetables? You’re one of those hipsters trying to be one of those weirdo vegan/organic lovers right? ), cooking (Why would you want to make something stupid like cookie-butter?) nature appreciation (Why are you wasting time running around in the woods? You’re not a fucking animal, you weirdo) music (-blank- generation thinks -blank- generation’s music is crap and you’re living in the past) art (You’re wasting your time with stupid scribblings/monsters/you’re not going to make money on it why waste the effort) anything deemed creative (Again, not making money on it? Why bother?) movies (Oops, its pandering to those nostalgia-hounds again… film noir is old and stupid… movies based on musicals are stupid… Horror? That’s childish and violent… childish potty humor… animation? PFFFFFFFT - next. Action movies? James Bond and Bruce Willis and Kung-fu and what are you? Twelve?) animals (Animals are a complete waste of time, they have no souls, they do not think, they eat, shit and fill up space) charity (They’re all a bunch of mooching con artists, and if they really wanted to change their situation? BOOTSTRAPS)
I can keep on and give an embittered negative opinion on absolutely everything with the argument: ‘You are an adult and adults aren’t supposed to enjoy that.’
So in short?
Deal with it and grow the fuck up.
I absolutely agree in every way.
And also I get upset because it’s not as if male friendships don’t get any representation. It’s not like, “OH GOD, I can’t even turn on my television without two men ending up in a romantic/sexual relationship just because they had a deep friendship. Why can’t I just enjoy the friendship without it being sexualized??” But no, you ask for anything queer, anything queer at all, and people act as though you’ve asked for the entirety of the television and film industries to ban platonic m/m relationships and hetero romantic relationships forever.
And honestly, on a related note, I’m actually beginning to get pretty sick of, “I just don’t see it.” And I’m not saying that because I have a problem with other people getting a different read on the same material, because I absolutely don’t. I think entirely different subjective interpretations of the same work of art are a pretty important thing.
It’s because people will watch shows and see romantic and sexual tension between male and female characters who have met one time and shared the screen for like, a minute, but then argue that there’s no sexual tension between two men who have spent years dancing around each other. People literally do not question men and women meeting, having an argument, and immediately falling into bed together, sometimes all in the same fucking scene. It doesn’t even have to have anything to do with the story. Heterosexual pairings are basically allowed the full range of romantic and sexual expression from “He’s hot, she’s hot, they might as well bang,” to “This show/film is all about the development of this lifelong romance between these two people.”
But if it’s two men, suddenly they can spend years dancing around each other and batting their eyelashes at each other and missing signals and pining over each other, and the reactions are things like, “The crazy fangirls want them to fuck,” or “Why can’t two men just be friends,” or “How can you possibly think there’s sexual tension between them.” The relationship can’t even be considered slightly plausible without a 200-page dissertation on why it’s absolutely integral to the plot.
And the sad part is, that people don’t even realize that they’ve been socially conditioned this way, to find even the most superficial type of heterosexual pairing more valid and plausible than deep, complex homosexual romantic arcs.
Woman: Is there a problem, Officer?
Officer: Ma’am, you were speeding.
Woman: Oh, I see.
Officer: Can I see your license please?
Woman: I’d give it to you but I don’t have one.
Officer: Don’t have one?
Woman: Lost it 4 times for drunk driving.
Officer: I see…Can I see your vehicle registration papers please.
Woman: I can’t do that.
Officer: Why not?
Woman: I stole this car.
Officer: Stole it?
Woman: Yes, and I killed and hacked up the owner.
Officer: You what?
Woman: His body parts are in plastic bags in the trunk if you want to see.
The Officer looks at the woman, slowly backs away to his car, and calls for back up. Within minutes 5 police cars circle the car. A senior officer slowly approaches the car, clasping his half drawn gun.
Officer 2: Ma’am, could you step out of your vehicle
The woman steps out of her vehicle.
Woman: Is there a problem sir?
Officer 2: One of my officers told me that you have stolen this car and murdered the owner.
Woman: Murdered the owner?
Officer 2: Yes, could you please open the trunk of your car, please.
The woman opens the trunk, revealing nothing but an empty trunk.
Officer 2: Is this your car, ma’am?
Woman: Yes, here are the registration papers.
The first officer is stunned.
Officer 2: One of my officers claims that you do not have a driving license.
The woman digs into her handbag and pulls out a clutch purse and hands it to the officer. The officer snaps open the clutch purse and examines the license. He looks quite puzzled.
Officer 2: Thank you ma’am, one of my officers told me you didn’t have a license, that you stole this car, and that you murdered and hacked up the owner.
Woman: Betcha the lying bastard told you I was speeding too.
that was a wild ride