moriarty:

ianwanda:

I think if a murderer wanted to lure me out of my room all they’d have to do is turn off my wifi cause sure as shit I’m gonna go see why it isn’t working

touch my wifi you asshole and i wont be the one whos getting murdered tonight

bert-and-ernie-are-gay:

copperbadge:

wizzard890:

like-what:

how morally corrupt is your 19th century love interest on a scale of “aloof rich guy who doesn’t know how to express his feelings” to “has a secret wife in the attic” and “tries to dig up your grave so he can embrace your dead body”

the thing I enjoy most about this post is that digging up a grave to embrace a dead body is only like. the eighth worst thing heathcliff ever did.

I have never read Wuthering Heights and I never will because I enjoy learning new horrible things about it serendipitously on the internet. If you told me at this point that Heathcliff was once a test pilot for an early old timey submarine I’d be like “sure, seems legit.”

#i picture emily and charlotte sitting there like #trying to one-up each other in what the fuckery
#i’ve got an orphan girl marrying a dude who has a secret wife in the attic says charlotte #hold my sherry says emily [@copperbadge]

simonalkenmayer:

out-there-on-the-maroon:

bipolar-bubbeleh:

digitaldiscipline:

gen-is-gone:

must-be-mythtaken:

must-be-mythtaken:

Hot take: Westley is way too dramatic and Extra ™ to not be bisexual.

He can fence with either hand, if you catch my drift

By this logic, which is utterly impeccable, so is Inigo.

Of course he is. That was the most flirtatious sword fight in cinematic history. You could literally cut the sexual tension with 2 swords.

*slams the reblog button so hard* This, THIS is the kind of content I want to see!

I remind you he convinced a notoriously murdery pirate captain to keep him alive via a Scheherezade Gambit, the specifics of which we never do learn about. 

“Good night, Westley. Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.”

What sort of sea captain hangs around a nameless captive not worth the ransom at the right time of night to tell him to sleep well?

link-is-a-twink:

link-is-a-twink:

link-is-a-twink:

link-is-a-twink:

People are always excited about how ants can lift way more than their bodyweight but I’m not impressed. I can lift dorito crumbs too its not that hard

If ants were really strong then they’d be able to grow bigger without being crushed by the weight of their own stupid exoskeleton

~oh look at me~ I have hydraulics in my legs but couldnt figure out how to build a functional respiratory system so when I get too big I jsut die

I posted this at 4am but i stand by it

thebibliosphere:

morgynleri:

deadcatwithaflamethrower:

Creative Writing Professor at a former college: Welcome to creative writing! By the way,
you will not write fantasy, ghost stories, pranormal, or science fiction
in this class, as this is a creative writing course.”

What the ever loving fuck is with “creative” writing professors who think that speculative fiction of any stripe ISN’T CREATIVE?

I still remember my own creative writing teacher telling me this because he saw the Terry Pratchett book on my desk and got this smug smirk on his face like “aha, gotcha”. He had the nerve to pick it up and call it “popularist fiction”, like somehow being popular and easily accessible made it less inherent in intellectual value.

I had it in my back pack because I did my final thesis on the evolution of mythology and folk tails into fantasy and sci-fi and the societal importance of telling stories (before anyone asks, no I don’t have it, I lost it when I moved continents), and I used Terry Pratchett because there wasn’t a single humanitarian issue the man did not touch on.

Which I told him. And then he kind of floundered and went “ah, well but, it’s…well I mean it’s not exactly high brow”, like neither the fuck was Shakespeare or Dickens you self-important turnip. Dickens was literally selling his stories by the chapter. He was the popular author of his time. Shakespeare was too, he fucking made up words and phrases all the time because the language he needed to express himself didn’t exist in the way he needed it too.

Intellectual elitism is nothing more than a hold over from class warfare and the belief that only certain people should get to be truly educated. And it needs to be smashed.