Evangeline Lilly, Desolation of Smaug world premiere press conference
Whether you like Tauriel or not, I think Evangeline makes a great point about adapting Tolkien’s works to our age and how vital it is to incorporate a feminine perspective in fantasy worlds when previously that was not emphasized at all. Even still female representation in fantasy is lacking, and I think it’s great that Evangeline clearly observes the need for characters like Tauriel to round out these narratives and demonstrate that women do have a place in the fantasy genre.
I’ve seen so much hate for Tauriel and Evangeline Lilly and the movie isn’t even out yet. *eye roll* When I was an eight year old girl reading The Hobbit, I changed several characters into women in my mind because I thought there weren’t enough girls in the story. Kids notice when they don’t see themselves represented, and as a little girl, I thought, why should boys have all the fun? I want to slay goblins too!
I’m super excited for Tauriel, and the more hate for her I see, the more I’m going to be sitting in the cinema cheering “SLAY THOSE ORCS TAURIEL YOU GO TAURIEL.” Because damn it, girls need heroes too.
Holiday Train Show highlights at @NYBG! Hayden Planetarium, Penn Station, Bridge over troubled water.
When I hear the screams of the crowd, I think it’s because I must look stunning. Then I notice something is rising up around me. Smoke. From fire. Not the flickery stuff I wore last year in the chariot, but something much more real that devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl in the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m not afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning and I know Cinna must be behind whatever is happening. So I keep spinning and spinning. For a split second I’m gasping, completely engulfed in the strange flames. Then all at once, the fire is gone. I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I’m naked and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress. But I’m not naked. I’m in a dress of the exact same design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.
This scene was perfection.
Tree stands, menorahs in the median, decorated phone booths. One of the absolute best times of the year to be in #NYC. #holidays #christmas #hanukkah
Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon inflation at AMNH! Is it just me or do they all look passed out after a long night of turkey and partying? ;)
Today, you are going to do it. You are going to spend that five minutes cleaning that hideous toilet or finally calling your insurance company or whatever it is. Here’s how.
Step 1: Steel yourself mentally, physically, and spiritually.
Step 2: Gather the items required to get this thing done.
Step 3: Put on “Fancy” by Reba McEntire (or the original by Bobbie Gentry; your choice), the single most inspiring and motivating piece of art ever created by humans. Let its fineness and flawlessness and power flow through each cell in your body. Realize you are so much bigger — and stronger — than
your humble roots and nigh-impossible oddswhatever stupid tiny chore this is. When she ramps up to the climax, belt, “I may have been born just plain white trash — BUT FANCY WAS MY NAAAAAAAAME!" at the top of your lungs.
Step 4: You now have the strength to do anything. Re-play Fancy if need be and get that shit done.
Here’s your one chance, Fancies, don’t let me down!
BAM. Called my insurance company to reactivate my flood insurance (I let it lapse because I didn’t think it covered back-up of sewers and drains but my agent says it does) *and* get my cameras added as specific items on my renter’s insurance so they will be fully covered in case something bad happens, because I just learned that you have to do that for pricey electronics. And for bonus points, I called the company that manages my three months of retirement savings from postdoc-ing at LSU right after I graduated to make sure it was okay to leave that money there for now and that there wasn’t some kind of expiration date since I don’t work for the State of LA anymore. I can leave it there until I am 70.5 (apparently that half year is really important!) so I’m good for awhile.
Thank you for the kick in the pants, Kelly!
Remember this? Remember when they were babies just starting out? I wonder if I can manage to be productive at work *and* binge watch S5 at the same time. I’m going to try.
#*dies of emotion* #but what if molly was his companion once #and now he stops by for breakfast #and keeps commenting because it seems like every time #there’s another ginger kid #adn when he sees harry it’s like ha! #i knew they couldn’t all be ginger! #and molly doesn’t bother telling the doctor that harry isn’t hers #because he is after all one of her boys #and she loves him just as though he was a weasley (via dwcompanion)
those tags broke me a little inside#Molly Weasley turned Daleks into actual pepperpots, because, honestly, she doesn’t have time for their nonsense.
Emma and Daniel sleeping between takes of Deathly Hallows part 1
People who are close to me know, they so know, that there were days when it was decidedly unglamorous. And I was so tired, I would fall asleep anywhere. They’ll never be released, but the onset photographer has pictures of me falling asleep everywhere. Like on chairs, on the floor, in the middle of a set, all curled up.
Like a cat…There were times when crew members didn’t know where to find me, but they knew I’d be curled up in a ball somewhere.
- Emma Watson
this looks like a pretty painting or something
Honestly, this might be one of my favorite candids of them
Oh my precious babies. <3