Seems like a perfectly legit message to me!
Do it.
Remedios Varo. Exploring River of the Source Orinonoco, Dead Leaves, Unexpected View, Creation with Astral Rays, Phenomenon, Creation of the Birds, Mimicry, The Call, The World, Alchemy or the Useless Science (top to bottom). 1940-1960.
The fact that Sir Patrick Stewart and Sir Ian Mckellen are best friends in real life makes me so happy
HOW ARE THEY REAL
#squadgoals
Never stops making me smile. I want someone like this in my life. 💜
Okay so the best thing,the best thing about Sirs Patrick & Ian being best friends is that they met because of the X-Men movie.
I saw Sir Patrick speak a year or so ago and someone asked him about their friendship. He told this story about how I think they’d once or twice worked on the same production but had had very little interaction, and that when he’d been a kid, he’d utterly looked up to Sir Ian, who had had an established theater career at a very young age.
People assume that they’ve been friends since they were young, which makes sense given the sort of work they’ve done and their career trajectories, but no. Sir Patrick basically had a giant hero-crush-from-a-distance on Sir Ian for most of his life AND THEN on the set of X-Men, their trailers were put next to each other and they were significantly older than anyone else on the set, so they started spending their downtime together.
And became inseparable. And this is amazing.
So everyone who wants a friend like this, you have time. <3
ok but 21st century vampires
HOW TO CHEER UP IN 2 EASY STEPS
((BUT WHY DOES THIS WORK??????))
1. plug your nose
2. say sneep snop
try saying ‘boopedeedoop’ in a really deep, manly voice
Try and say bubbles in the angriest voice you can
the last one will work I promise you
THE BUBBLES ONE IS FOOL PROOF
“Why I Wasn’t Contracted to Write Beauty and the Beast” by I have no idea who, and desperately want to know. If anyone does, please tell me!
Edit: Through knmajorblogs I have discovered the genius behind this piece of art. The genius in question is LordJazor ! Thank you!
Caption: [narrated by a deep voice worthy of Morgan Freeman with generic fairy tale music playing in the background]
“Once upon a time, in a faraway land, the young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was an absolute douche canoe.
“But then, one winter’s night, the ugliest human you have ever seen, short of the two penny crap you see in movies like Underworld or whatever, came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.
“After evacuating his bowels for four minutes, the prince sneered at the gift and told the CGI mishap to get fucked. But she warned him, not to be such an apocalyptic fuckhat to strangers and that beauty is found within.
“In an effort to be slightly more polite but failing miserably, he told her to crawl in the nearest hole and roll about in it screaming, ‘north north squig.’ But instead, the old woman’s ugliness melted away, and she was hella fine.
“The prince bitched his face right off. But it was too late, for she has seen that he really was a fuck. And as punishment she transformed him into an Ozzy Osborne mistake and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there.
“Ashamed of his now seemingly odd but not necessarily completely disarming appearance, the Beast concealed himself inside his castle with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. Because cellphone signal didn’t do a wad of shit in the mountains and there wasn’t a cell phone tower for like, bunches of years.
“The rose, the aforementioned tricky bent had offered was truly enchanted as all get out, which would bloom until he was finally legally able to guzzle wine like tomorrow’s a dream, if he could learn to not be a pile of indigestible fuck, and could find someone who would at least clean up after his constant mess by the time the last petal fell. Then, the spell will be broken.
“If not, well…you know…stuff.
“As the years passed, he fell down the stairs…”
[sounds of screaming and falling down the stairs]
“Oh, I’m sorry, into despair, and lost all hope for who could ever learn to love such a cock waffle.”