1. anerdyfeminist:






    Steve Rogers did, in fact, realize that something was off when he saw the outline of the woman’s odd bra (a push-up bra, he would later learn), but being an officer and a gentleman, he said that it was the game that gave the future away.


    No, see, this scene is just amazing. The costume department deserves so many kudos for this, it’s unreal, especially given the fact that they pulled off Peggy pretty much flawlessly.

    1) Her hair is completely wrong for the 40’s. No professional/working woman  would have her hair loose like that. Since they’re trying to pass this off as a military hospital, Steve would know that she would at least have her hair carefully pulled back, if maybe not in the elaborate coiffures that would have been popular.

    2) Her tie? Too wide, too long. That’s a man’s tie, not a woman’s. They did, however, get the knot correct as far as I can see - that looks like a Windsor.

    3) That. Bra. There is so much clashing between that bra and what Steve would expect (remember, he worked with a bunch of women for a long time) that it has to be intentional. She’s wearing a foam cup, which would have been unheard of back then. It’s also an exceptionally old or ill-fitting bra - why else can you see the tops of the cups? No woman would have been caught dead with misbehaving lingerie like that back then, and the soft satin cups of 40’s lingerie made it nearly impossible anyway. Her breasts are also sitting at a much lower angle than would be acceptable in the 40’s.

    Look at his eyes. He knows by the time he gets to her hair that something is very, very wrong.

    so what you are saying is S.H.E.I.L.D. has a super shitty costume division….

    Nope, Nick Fury totally did this on purpose.

    There’s no knowing what kind of condition Steve’s in, or what kind of person he really is, after decades of nostalgia blur the reality and the long years in the ice (after a plane crash and a shitload of radiation) do their work. (Pre-crash Steve is in lots of files, I’m sure. Nick Fury does not trust files.) So Fury instructs his people to build a stage, and makes sure that the right people put up some of the wrong cues.

    Maybe the real Steve’s a dick, or just an above-average jock; maybe he had a knack for hanging out with real talent. Maybe he hit his head too hard on the landing and he’s not gonna be Captain anymore. On the flipside, if he really is smart, then putting him in a standard, modern hospital room and telling him the truth is going to have him clamming up and refusing to believe a goddamn thing he hears for a really long time.

    The real question here is, how long it does it take for the man, the myth, the legend to notice? What does he do about it? How long does he wait to get his bearings, confirm his suspicions, and gather information before attempting busting out?

    Turns out the answer’s about forty-five seconds.

    This is super interesting.

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  2. amjayes:

Walk it off.


    Walk it off.

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  3. cybergothics:



    These photographs show Tippi Hedren — star of Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds — with her husband, director Noel Marshall, and her daughter, actress Melanie Griffith, and their lion, Neil

    Hedren founded Roar Foundation and Shambala Preserve animal sanctuary in 1972.


    A dream

    white people

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  4. everybodyilovedies:


    the day i don’t reblog this is the day i am deceased

    things I’m sure Clint actually said to Steve at some point during a real battle.

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  5. mihlayn:

new zealand’s finest


    new zealand’s finest

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  7. everybodyilovedies:


    the day i don’t reblog this is the day i am deceased

    things I’m sure Clint actually said to Steve at some point during a real battle.

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  9. I forgot my beloved great-grandmother’s birthday, and sent her a card as soon as I remembered. The day after I dropped the card in the mail, (about a week after she’d turned 92) she died—unexpectedly, as her health had always been quite good for a person of her age. As soon as I heard the news, I went to the home she’d shared with her daughter and son-in-law to help with wake and funereal arrangements.

    The day after I arrived, my aunt walked into the house, pale as a sheet, and looking like she wanted to either throw up or hit someone—or both. She walked over to me, holding the card I’d sent the day before my great-grandmother died, and had by now completely forgotten, and said to me, “What. The. Hell. Is. This?”

    I’d written on the envelope, in a cheery script surrounded by hearts, “Better late than never!”

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  10. alwaysbealonewolf:

    Omg laughed so hard

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  11. http://mangaluva.tumblr.com/post/77317705771/i-think-the-thing-i-love-about-willikins


    I think the thing I love about Willikin’s development as a character in Thud! and more prominently Snuff is that he becomes sort of the opposite of a conscience for Vimes.

    You know the kind of character I mean? The kind who can and sometimes does do terribly, terribly evil things but doesn’t…

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  12. One said,’What is the little voice?’
    ‘Sometimes thinking is like talking to another person, but that person is also you.’
    Lady LeJean on thoughts. Thief of Time (2001)
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  13. tastefullyoffensive:

    Mind-Boggling Food Realizations [distractify]

    Previously: Genious Shower Thoughts, Dog Shower Thoughts

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  14. … not getting "used to any of it" is one of the keys to Woolf’s greatness as a writer. And it is why the life sketched out in the diary never seems dull. There is neither sentimentality nor naivete in Woolf’s emotional sensitivity and sense of awe.
    As a writer, especially as a novelist, she considered the world of human relationships her subject and, besides, she loved being with people. But she also required distance, time and privacy. And so she walked, whenever and wherever she could, often in rain and wind, inventing scenes, composing dialogue, imagining characters. And she kept her extraordinary diary. Sometimes it seems like a lover hidden in a tower, the provider of an intimacy unthinkable in her ordinary life. Her need to pour herself out to it often has an urgency of pent-up passion: "Alone at last." And when the world encroaches too much, her apologies are tender and poignant: "I can spare only ten minutes."
    At other times the diary seems to provide a God for the unbeliever, a blank face inviting meditation and recollection. Some of Woolf’s longest and most reflective entries have about them the serenity, composure and absolute honesty of prayer.

    However her moods changed, Woolf the diarist was always Woolf the professional writer. To say that she used her diary as an exercise book or sketch pad in which to try out designs for use later in a novel or essay is misleading if we take it to mean that the diary is somehow simpler or less complete than her other works. As one who loved reading the journals of other writers and eras, Woolf was well aware that this form of record-keeping is a genre in its own right, with its own rhythms, conventions, limitations and possibilities. She did use her diary as a practice book, capturing scenes and conversations while they were still fresh in her mind. But she was conscious, even in this most intimate and unpremeditated of modes, of herself as a writer, of her craft, its difficulties and purposes.

    Despite the setbacks that came with self-doubt and depression, Woolf’s life, as recorded in the diary, is a series of courageous and luminous adventures, new books to read and write, new friends to meet, new boundaries to cross. (She and Leonard were saving their money for a trip to China.) At the same time, she never lost her sense of wonder and gratitude for what was familiar and close at hand- old friends, old books, her beloved Sussex Downs, and, most of all, Leonard, her husband: "…what an immense relief to talk to him! … What an egress to open air & cold daylight: how dignified: yes, & I have him every day…."
    Despite its burdens, life, she thought, was a gift. It was her own extraordinary gift to "say to the moment, this very moment, stay, you are so fair…."
    And this is her own best explanation of why she kept a diary and wrote novels, for "What a pity that it should all be lost."

    Robert Kiely; professor of English at Harvard, from a review on The Diary of Virginia Woolf  (via wavingtovirginia)
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  15. The wise man does not seek enlightenment, he waits for it. So while I was waiting it occurred to me that seeking perplexity might be more fun,’ said Lu-Tze. ‘After all, enlightenment begins where perplexity ends.’
    Lu-Tze explains his Way. Thief of Time (2001)
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