Another Chrestomanci drawing that got out of hand…
I like how The Lives of Christopher Chant shows both the moment he decided he liked telling people what to do, and the moment he realized how wonderful it feels to be fancy. And thus began the terror of Christopher and silk pajamas.
ha ha oh man Christopher <3
in the movie a little boy recognises steve at the captain america exhibit. it’s my headcanon that a little girl recognises bucky when he goes to the smithsonian exhibit to find out who he really is
because little girls have heroes too
"You should tie your hair back," a little girl with pitch-black hair says to the Winter Soldier. He stares down at her, silent, but she continues undeterred. "Mommy says that we need to have our hair tied back or we’ll trip over things because we can’t see. She makes me wear these—" She displays her wrist, which is encircled by a rainbow of different hair bands. "—because mine keep falling out. You can’t fight evil if you can’t see it. I want to be a police officer when I grow up. Are you a…"
She trails off, her eyes steadily getting bigger. They dart to the large digital image of James Buchanan Barnes, then back to his face. The Winter Soldier’s eyes dart, too, over the exits and the crowd and the girl’s distracted mother—attempting to corral three other black-haired children—before landing back on the girl’s face, where an improbable grin has begun to grow.
"I knew it," she whispers.
The Winter Soldier blinks down at her, thrown off by the delight in her expression. No one is ever happy to see the Soldier.
The girl reins in her wide grin and does her own scan of the crowd. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. People can’t handle the truth. But I can.” She turns her shining eyes back to the Soldier.
Slowly, very slowly, the Soldier reaches out with hands that have broken, maimed, strangled, shot, stabbed, and ripped apart human flesh. His voice creaks out of him, rusty with disuse. “Can I have a hair tie?”
Without taking her eyes off him, the girl rolls a light blue one out of the rainbow and hands it over.
I call this one Doge-ablanca
Looks like selectional restriction mismatch has been a source of humour for quite a long time, although in this case it’s clearly parodying the non-native speakers, something that has been discussed but not definitively established about the doge meme itself.
Here’s the original clip from Casablanca, via Ben Zimmer:
Stars are colossal fusion reactors, burning hydrogen into helium. As the nuclei fuse lighter elements into heavier elements, massive amounts of energy are released. A new game sets you the task of nucleosynthesis, building hydrogen into iron, and it’s surprisingly fun.
"The game is a stellar variant of 2048, where you fuse elements together along the reaction pathways that power stars." (Read: you’ll never get another thing done)
Play it here: http://newbrict.github.io/Fe26/
This is wonderfully addictive.
I’m a fan!
hey who remembers the very beginning of Stargate SG-1?
you know, when the super-tough manly-man air force officer is lying in an infirmary bed crying in pain and fear due to the unspeakably nightmarish thing that is happening to him
and his best friend who is also a super-tough manly-man air force officer sits and holds his hand and they have the “if i die…”/”don’t say that” conversation
and then there’s a pause and “look… i gotta ask you something… it’s not easy…”
and you’re just waiting for the “lol no homo!” joke
and instead you get, “if you die, can i have your stereo?”
and they’re still holding hands and there are still tears in his eyes and the narrative is very emphatic that this isn’t abnormal, that it’s neither unmanly nor a sign of weakness to cry when undergoing something horrific or to acknowledge emotion when watching someone else suffer
hey remember how this episode was originally aired in 1997?
i’m so glad television has progressed since then!
~ The Housekeeper’s Year-Book, by Helen Campbell, 1883
…and as little else as possible.
Becoming a cold hearted bitch wasn’t really what I planned to do with my life but here I am
Gabriel García Márquez, best known for his novels including “One Hundred Years of Solitude”, “Love in the Time of Cholera” and “Chronicle of a Death Foretold” died at 87.
A Latin-American legend is taken from us today!
Such terrible news :(