Today in Social Psychology Class

Studies that scare the crap out of me: “On Being Sane in Insane Places


And then [Vimes] realized why he was thinking like this.

It was because he wanted there to be conspirators.

It was much better to imagine men in some smoky room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over the brandy.

You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn’t then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told their children bedtime stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people.

It was so much easier to blame it on Them.

It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone’s fault. If it was Us, what did that make Me? After all, I’m one of Us. I must be. I’ve certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No-one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them.

We’re always one of Us. It’s Them that do the bad things.


— Terry Pratchett, Jingo (via captainofalltheships)

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Morgan and Zee as an adorable Bucky and Pre-Serum Steve, giving love to one of the community’s ‘ship names in between portions of our shoot. Sadly had to go low aperture/high ISO because the Starbucks had abysmal lighting (and I’m not That Guy and so I wasn’t going to irritate everyone else there with repeated use of a flash) but I still like how they came out.

This was such a fun shoot!

And if that second picture is not the perfect encapsulation of this ship, I don’t know what is. 

I actually kinda want to look around to see what other Starbucks are in your area so if we ever decide to do more like this, I can have a slightly better working space. Those really yellow lights above the two of you… yerf. @_@ Obviously it didn’t ruin things, but I would take white lights over yellow lights and sunlight over artificial light any day of the week. :)

If mama-germany is willing to come in to Brookline, there are a few places we could try, one on the D line and one on the C.




Mr. Bean Inserted Into Famous Portrait Paintings by Rodney Pike [via]

Previously: Classic Paintings Recreated with Sesame Street Characters


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Tags: art excellent

I might lose followers for this?…


I might lose followers for this?…

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"everything is a trigger now!"


yes you fuck, everything has always had the potential to be a trigger. do you not understand what a trigger is? things that remind people of their abuse or a traumatic event they went through are triggers. everything, and i mean absolutely everything, has the potential to be a trigger.

someone can be triggered by maple syrup or diet pepsi because their abuser made them pancakes the morning after they mercilessly beat them or because their abuser always drank diet pepsi. 

don’t you dare complain about someone having a trigger you deem “stupid” (nice ableism!) or “weird”, especially especially especially if you do not have ptsd.

if you refuse to tag someones triggers when they ask because you believe that could ever, ever be anyone’s trigger bc it doesn’t seem relevant to any type of traumatic experience you could imagine, then you are literal human garbage and you need to educate yourself and go sit in a garbage can where you belong.

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when I find myself in times of trouble,

Uncle Iroh comes to me

speaking words of wisdom:


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When Bucky does finally get introduced to Tony, like “This is Tony Stark, Howard’s kid”, and he goes all sad and quiet, looks at the ground and admits that he killed his parents, I want Tony to just nonchalantly start listing off all of the things that Stark Industries weapons are responsible for, look him in the eye and tell him “we all make mistakes when there’s someone else calling the shots.”

That’s all. 

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Here is an article explaining it as well.

Please amplify their voices, please pay attention.

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