“We’re four misfits who don’t belong together. We’re playing for other misfits. And the outcasts right in the back of the room, we’re pretty sure they don’t belong either. We belong to them.”
Bohemian Rhapsody (2018) dir. Bryan Singer
OMG I wanna see this sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo muuuucccchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I’d try this just for fun??? Does that make me a bad person?
Its a moot point anyway cause the likelihood of Karate getting married is, unfortunately, very low
So if she does get married she should definitely try it.
Title: Rescue Mission for Two Author: Pherryt Artist:theDogsled Rating: mature Length: 48,715 words Pairings – Destiel Warnings – No Archive Warnings,
Other Tags Include : Fantasy au, soulmate au, border skirmish, captured, creature fic, dragon!cas, brief non graphic torture scenes, magic, first kiss, stubborn!cas, self sacrificing characters, bedsharing, telepathy, sick!cas, hurt!dean, angst, comfort/angst, dragons, fairies, secrets, (nakedness but no smut)
SUMMARY: Castiel thinks he’s the last of his kind and doomed to live a life alone. He’s hiding in plain sight, as a human soldier in Angels Outfit, fighting alongside other companies – including Lord Winchesters renowned cavalry, the Silver Hooves – when his soul mark unbelievably flares to life.
Either he’s not the only Dragon to survive the war, or he’s bonded with a human. Before he can figure out which of his fellow soldiers it could be, he’s sent across into enemy territory on a rescue mission.
Lord Winchester’s eldest has been captured and last rumored to be in Alastair’s hands. Castiel can’t say no, but the clock is ticking and if he doesn’t find his soul mate, he will die.
So anyway I saw Bohemian Rhapsody (2018) yesterday and I liked it a lot. It made me emotional, I was mouthing along to the songs, Rami malek is fucking wonderful. Queens a big BIG thing in my family and so I know that there were some historical inaccuracies but honestly? It was a fun, inspiring portrayal of an amazing man. Its well shot, the actors are great. Maybe the dialogue gets clunky but it’s still good.
And then I see that it’s only got 50 odd percent on Rotten Tomatoes which, whatever, critics suck. THEN I read a review to see what everyone’s mad about and let me tell you I am fuming.
I read an economist article that worried that stopping other biopic in 1985 “might prevent an excellent performance from being a prize-winning one, of the sort that earned Oscars for Tom Hanks in “Philadelphia” (1993) and Matthew McConaughey in “Dallas Buyers Club” (2013).”
What. The. fuck. One of my favourite things about this film is that it didn’t show the horrible, pain-porn, graceful and yet horrific decline into aids that every other film about queer men in the 80’s milks out. The LGBT community knows about the aids crisis. Everyone knows that Freddie died of AIDS related illnesses. I’m so fucking sick of gay tragedies.
I loved this film because instead of being a glorification of his death it was a celebration of his life. You want to know when Freddie Mercury informed the public he had AIDS? The day before he died. He didn’t want to be a poster boy, a spectacle. He was a person outside of his illness.
Queer people don’t exist to die peacefully on your screen, leaving you with a hopeful majestic quote about how really everything’s going to be a alright. Growing up gay I truly thought I wouldn’t be able to be happy. Why? Because in every portrayal of a queer character they either died horribly or died alone.
So yes. I like this film. I like having a film about a queer person that focused on their life instead of their death
I am so excited to see this and this makes me even more excited!
PSA: never put stickers on your helmets (unless you have checked with the manufacturer) because the adhesive can weaken the structure!
One day my health teacher in middle school just like … didn’t show up for class. And so of course we were all “oh if he doesn’t show up in fifteen minutes we’re legally allowed to leave”, giggling about it and all the bullshit. He did eventually show up, ten minutes into the class time. He looked haggard as fuck, sweating all over, hair messed up, beaten to hell and back. We stared at him and were about to ask what in the world happened to him when he stopped in front of his desk and smacked his bicycle helmet down on it.
His helmet had this odd discolored patch on it. Like, white against white, but … weird? It’s then that I realized his helmet didn’t have a discolored patch, it had a patch missing. A big chunk of his helmet had just been shaved away, the curve of the helmet gone and sanded flat by whatever it had been scraped against. And running through that patch, from one side of the helmet to the other, was this big crack, like the whole helmet had split like an eggshell.
Our teacher took a couple deep panting breaths and then told our class: “And this,” he took another deep breath, “is why you always wear your helmet”.
And that’s the story of how an entire class of middle school students took helmet-wearing very seriously for the rest of their lives.
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 