sawkinator:

nintenerd64:

nintenerd64:

THREE-DIMENSIONAL ALIGNMENT CHART

x-axis: lawful–neutral–chaotic
y-axis: valid–dumbass–bastard
z-axis: unit–bitch–motherfucker

lawful: for better or worse, one bound to law, order, and retaining stability 
neutral: no general inclination towards good or evil
chaotic: hell raiser of various motives

valid: does their best and tries their hardest, usually for their greater good
dumbass: for better or for worse, clueless. no leaning toward good or evil.
bastard: a dick for the sake of being a dick

unit: gets through their problems and tolerates being wronged
bitch:  gets through but makes a big deal about it
motherfucker:  makes their problems other people’s problems

I present to you… the New Alignment Chart:

astrophysiciann:

exciting:

exciting:

where! has! my! passion! gone! I had it abundantly when I was a child, and I must have dropped it along the way, but I cannot figure where!

oh hey folks fun update, i found my passion again? i just had to find my right outlet, get to a place where I have aspirations, dispel apathy and pursue what I love, it’s all good and swell!

reblog this to find the right outlet, get to a place where you have aspirations, dispel apathy and pursue what you love, and rediscover your passion.

boxingcleverrr:

aztechnology:

kelssiel:

systlin:

shitrichcollegekidssay:

them: SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST MEANS HUMANS MUST BE INDIVIDUALLY SELF-SUFFICIENT AND COMPLETELY INDEPENDENT

biologist:

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Like literally the only reason we didn’t go extinct is because we are aggressively social creatures who community organized and helped each other when faced with disasters that drove other species over the brink. 

 (Like we’re so aggressively social that we looked at APEX PREDATORS and went ‘they look soft! Friend????’)

(The answer was yes because wolves are also aggressively social and they adopted the strange tall not-wolves just as eagerly.)

humans @ wolves: holy shit these things are so cute i wonder if they’ll let us pet them?

wolves @ humans: holy shit these things are so cute i wonder if they’ll pet us?

Just in case people want source, here you go: humans are compelled to help each other in disaster situation, humans feel an innate urge to help others. We will help strangers too, not just family, and it has been tested. 

Also we’ve always taken care of our elderly and disabled. When life was literally “hunt and gather every day to live”, we saw value in taking care of those with disabilities. 

alyesque:

The right is all about free speech until Michelle Wolf gives a moderately funny but extremely cutting stand up set to a room of rich bastards and suddenly free speech is secondary to civility and “a unifying message”

So to be clear: advocating ethnic genocide, misogyny, and war are all totally covered by free speech, but a comedian making fun of the government, the press who profits off of it, and reminding the world that flint still doesn’t have water is somehow going just a bit to far. Weird.

I’m starting to think y’all don’t really care about free speech after all and just wanna advocate for fascism without anyone telling you you’re a prick. Fucking alt right snowflakes. Toughen up.

rapture-in-red:

Character development

Loki really has the best character arc in the MCU.

  • In Thor, we see years of seething envy, spill out, magnified by the revelation that he is both adopted and a Jötunn; all of his insecurities seemingly confirmed and justified.
  • In Avengers, we see him at his rawest, and angriest after the events of Thor.
  • In The Dark World, we start to see the cracks in the facade of cold villainy. The shock at Odin’s condemnation, his intense love for his mother and the grief at her death, and above all, his clear happiness and excitement to be adventuring with Thor again. I left the theatre with the feeling that his warm praise of Thor in Odin’s guise might actually have been sincere.
  • In Thor Ragnarok, three things happen; Odin finally tells Loki he loves him. Thor and Loki become equals in a secret that Odin withheld from them both. Most importantly, Loki, who has felt like he was second best his entire life, finally realises that someone always loved him more than anyone else, and that it was Thor the whole time.

Which brings us back to Infinity War. At long last, Loki no longer feels aggrieved, and is comparatively content with his place in the universe. He dies defending the one thing left in the world that he loves.

That there is brilliant character writing and acting.

frostvalkyrie:

Please, consider Thor

His mother was killed by a dark elf and he could do nothing to save her.

His father lied to him and died in front of him.

His hair was cut, so he lost the lock of Loki’s hair that was intertwined with his.

His sister brought to the distruction of his entire home, murdered all his friends and made him blind in one eye. He finally had to kill her.

His hammer was destroyed.

His best friend was killed in front of him.

His brother, who was the only thing that remained to him, was choked to death in front of him.

He had nothing left, but still he stood up against what threatened the Universe once more, and was the one who got closer to stop it in the end.

Thor is the real hero.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk

inkskinned:

it is tiring, being endless political just as someone existing. my teacher asks me if i’m writing more of that “feminist poetry.” a lot of it is just talking about me, being a woman, being afraid in the city. i write about walking a line, about how i am expected to choose between home and work, how each comes with a slew of its own insults; how it feels when i am wearing shorts and there are too many men outside. these are just facts of my life. someone in the comments says, “where are woman even coming up with these crazy generalizations in their feminism?”

i hold hands with the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen and someone sighs when they see me. “do they have to make everything gay?” she asks her friend, loudly, “like, do you have to force those views in my face all the time?” i can’t stop blushing. my girlfriend holds my fingers tighter, tighter, tighter, until my knuckles are white, and i let her. somehow, this is us, protesting.

my father’s cuban blood stains my skin, i think. when i am honored with a position in the dean’s private council, a boy sneers, “you only got in because you’re hispanic.” did i? i spend the rest of our meetings wondering if i was selected for my stellar academic record, for the multiple recommendations, for the clubs i lead – or if i was just a move the dean made, to make use of me. when we all take a picture, the dean brings me in the front. in the first three we take, i am not smiling.

it is odd. “i exist.” i say, “i deserve to exist.”

“oh my god,” he groans, “we get it, you’re a feminist.”