nebuvoid:

wolfalicesilk:

This is about 2008

actually they invented depression one year later for the emo movement

hedgehog-moss:

The Least Intimidating bakery in the village has closed for good so now I’ve got to go to the Intimidating Bakery, it’s awful. If you don’t have a PhD in being French I don’t recommend going to that bakery, here’s the humiliating account of the 3 times I’ve visited it so far:

• the first time I went in there I pointed at one of those extra-skinny baguettes and said “a flute, please” feeling pretty sure of myself, and the baker said “… that’s a ficelle” (you idiot) (was implied) “a flute is twice as large as a baguette.”
  
• That’s insane, first of all, a flute is a skinny instrument. Call your fat baguette a bassoon, lady—I made some timid remark about how it would make more sense for a flute to be a skinny bread and the baker said, “In Paris it is. I thought you were from the South?”
  
• oh, that hurt
• I guess I’m from the part of the South that’s so close to Italy the bread’s waist size matters less than whether it’s got olives in it, but I left the bakery having an existential crisis over whether living in Paris had made me forget my roots
  
• the Least Intimidating Bakery just had normal baguettes vs. seedy baguettes vs. horny baguettes (easy mode, some have seeds, some have horns), while the new bakery has breads that are only different on a molecular level—there’s a good old loaf and then another, identical loaf called a bastard? google told me a bastard is “halfway between a baguette and a bread” but denouncing them like “those are not regulation-sized bastards” would get me banned from the bakery for life
  
• on my 2nd visit (while I stood in line discreetly googling baguette terminology) there was an English tourist who asked for a baguette while pointing at what was either a rustique or a sesame and I felt a bit worried for them, but the baker just clarified “this one?” to waive any responsibility if they found out later it wasn’t a classic baguette, then handed them the bread without educating them in a judgmental tone and I felt envious
• I know it’s because she thinks the English are beyond saving but still it made me want to come back with a fake moustache and an English accent so I wouldn’t be expected to play bakery on expert mode just because I’m French. I asked for a pastry this time and the baker asked “no bread with that?” which felt cruel, like she wanted me to sprinkle myself with ashes and admit out loud that my level of bread proficiency isn’t as advanced as I once believed it was
  
• The third time I went, I had lost all self-confidence and I hesitantly pointed at a bread and said “I’d like this, uh—what is it called?” and the baker looked at me in disbelief and said “That’s a baguette.”
• God.
• for the record, if that stupid bread had been flanked by a skinny bread (ficelle) and a fat one (flute) then yeah of course I would have known to call it a baguette, but in the absence of reference points I now felt lost and scared of being called a Parisian again
  
• it’s hard to express the depth of my suffering so I’ll just let the facts speak for themselves: this morning a French person (me) stood in a French bakery in France surrounded by French people and pointed at a baguette and said “what is this called”
  

three-atoms:

“Roger Parslow, I am very pleased you came.”

Asriel: “Do you know who your mother is?” // Lyra: “Your choice in women is almost as bad as your choice in bears.”

Asriel: “What is the most important question we can ask?” // Lyra: “Where Dust comes from.” // Asriel: “There you are.”

Roger: “Lord Asriel, please!” // “I’m sorry this is happening to you, but in war there are casualties. And believe me when I tell you that this is a war, one that will free humanity forever!”

“I am pleased that you came, Marisa, to see what I have done.”

“The Magisterium have no power anymore, not once the world sees the possibility of all this. It is the end of the Magisterium. After hundreds of years. No more oppression. No more abuse. No more darkness or suppression of knowledge.”

Asriel smiling in HDM Season 1 (2/2)

starridge:

starridge:

starridge:

one day i’ll make a video essay about how the disney live action remakes undermine both animation and musical theater as art forms and storytelling mediums

there is nothing that the live action remakes do that the stage adaptations of the musicals that already exist don’t do better, and it’s an alternate medium to film so you’re not replacing or undermining animation as a medium for storytelling in movies.

you cannot tell me the bottom one is better you simply cannot.

skybson:

2x23 - The Omega Glory

expelliarmus: