hiding from real life behind the curtain of various fandoms
indian movies that i love to love
↳ Magadheera {2009} Telugu Director- S. S. Rajamouliunfulfilled love is the heart’s greatest burden. not even death can fix that.
This movie is the definition of “spectacle.”
(via kajolsunibrow)
The traditional study of world history tells us that history is made primarily by people wearing funny hats. In today’s episode of Crash Course, I argue that history is actually made by people like us.
Thanks for watching and sharing Crash Course. I hate encouraging people to share stuff they like—I mean, obviously if you like something you will share it—but…yeah. If you like Crash Course, and you want it to continue to be a thing, sharing is the most efficient way to make that happen.
Infinitely more entertaining and significantly more informative than the World History course I just completed.
Jacob Black → Breaking Dawn Part 2 character poster
Yep. Forever. With Renesmee.
Forever. As in, ‘Jacob’s characterisation is completely fucked forever…’
Damnit, Meyer -could you have just been unremittingly shit and not accidentally created an interesting character so I didn’t feel compelled to read the rest of your crummy books in the hope there was some depth to them somewhere?
Should be subtitled, And there went two years of my creativity…
Feminist Frequency - Tropes vs. Women: #1 The Manic Pixie Dream Girl
This perfectly explains why I LOATHE these types of characters and why I had no interest in seeing any of these movies.
You might not know this but we’re full and complete human beings with our own troubles, interests and creative endeavors.
nootherendoftheworldwilltherebe:
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
Reblogging for the comment
How old are you?
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
^^^better story than twilight
LOL
Filed under: Twilight parodies that are better than Twilight
reblogging for those comments XD
(via wuxxia)
I’ve said this before but apparently I need to repeat myself once again: Indian film evolved parallel to the Western style of filmmaking. This means that the film language - visuals, camera angles, acting styles, inclusion of songs, ways of structuring a story - are completely different from what you are used to but that doesn’t make them wrong. Just because something doesn’t make sense to you, who have never seen an Indian film in the popular style before, does not mean that it is wrong or that it doesn’t make sense to the 1.2 billion people who watch these kinds of films on a regular basis.
You have two options. 1) Fucking learn about how Indian films work and then write commentary or 2) let somebody who knows about how Indian films work write the commentary.
I love Filmi Girl calling out all the self-referential Western journalists on this one. :-)
TWO FOR YOU MR FITZY. YOU GO MR FITZY.
(via thatwetshirt)
The best part is that they were recording live when this happened and his little girl didn’t give a shit. She even slapped his guitar strings to (to get her point across) before leaving. Cause “fuck the music, Daddy. You said we’d go swimming!”
LMAO
You gotta love the face redirect. My kids do that to me when I’m reading. :-D
HAPPY OBJECTIFIED SCOTSMAN THURSDAY!
I am so confused about what’s going on with his pose. *tries not to stare* *fails*
