"Not only is Gal an amazing actress, but she also has that magical quality that makes her perfect for the role," says Zack Snyder.
I am surprised. Good surprised. Now if I had any faith in a DC movie to be anything above a total shitfest clusterfuck…
I feel like she’s rather small for the role, but I loved her in the Fast & Furious movies, so I’m willing to give her a shot instead of write her off completely just because she isn’t a 6’3” triathlete.
You still taking Hydrocodone Theater requests? It occurred to me today that Steve's probably never heard of the Grinch, and that Tony probably references it a lot around Christmas.
While I don’t have the chops to actually write this one, I will point out that Theodore Geisel’s career began with political cartooning, ad graphics, and humorous illustration in 1927, and by 1940 he had published several books including Horton Hatches The Egg and the semi-pornographic The Seven Lady Godivas, publishers not being as discerning about branding back then. Steve definitely owned a copy, not because of the naked ladies but because of how captivatingly weird they looked.
As a propagandist for the early war effort, Geisel met Steve when he was in New York at the height of the bond sales show. When he got to be head of a military animation department they met again so that Steve could do the voice for an animated short about Captain America’s War Effort. One day, while Steve was recording his lines, Ted snitched his notebook out of his bag and turned to a clean page, drawing a classic Seuss-style Captain America with a puffed out chest and a strange fuzzy topknot to his helmet. They got on swimmingly in the short time they had working together; Geisel was passionately anti-fascist and his cartoons about US complacency over Hitler were biting, and Steve had always read the lefty papers where his work showed up.
So the first time Steve sat down to watch How The Grinch Stole Christmas with the team, because Clint called Tony a grinch and Thor asked what a grich was, he saw his old pal Dr. Seuss’s name on the title. He felt a stab of familiarity, like a rope thrown to a drowning man, when he saw those feathery, fuzzy, awkward-limbed creatures of Ted Geisel’s imagination cavorting on the screen. And it was totally okay to cry at the end because everyone was crying, even if they were doing it because of the Grinch’s heart and he was doing it over how much he would have liked to have laughed about it with Ted.
A couple of days later, Natasha gave him a first-printing of The Sneetches for Christmas.
It’s not well known that the very small collectible first edition had a dedication reading For Steve, Who Never Gave A Toot Over Who Had A Star Upon Thars.
Oops. Guess I wrote it anyway.
HYDROCODONE MIDNIGHT THEATRE #7: THE HORRIBLE ONE.
“We’re so bad at sex and then we wonder why women aren’t like, really aggressive about sex. We think it’s cause they don’t have as much desire as we do. That’s how stupid men are, that we think ‘they’re just weird, women are like fucked up in the head cause they don’t wanna just fuck all the time. If I was a women, I’d just fuck everybody. Why don’t they wanna fuck all the time? I do’. Of course you do, cause when you fuck, you get to fuck a woman! When she fucks, she has to fuck a guy! Wildly different experiences. For a man, 100% of the time, it’s the greatest thing that ever happened in his entire life. For a woman, about 40% of the time, when she’s being fucked by a guy, she’s thinking ‘I’ll get over this in a week. It’s not the worst thing. I’m not gonna cry this time’
“Another thing that proves how bad men are at sex is that after sex, you’re looking at two very different people. The man just wants to lay there, be cool and the woman wants to cuddle…’Why is she so NEEDY?’ She’s not needy you idiot, she’s horny, because you did nothing for her. YOU DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. HER PUSSY IS ON FIRE BECAUSE IT’S GONE UNFUCKED COMPLETELY. Of course you’re fine, you climbed on and went “KFHGSKG” and rolled off. And she’s on you because she’s like ‘WH-at SOMETHING ELSE HAS TO HAPPEN, THIS IS BULLSHIT!!” If you fuck a woman well, she will LEAVE YOU ALONE. ‘Thanks a lot buddy, zzzzz’”
So, what if Derek comes back and is all “Scott please let me be your Beta, being an Omega is the worst, I promise I will follow all your orders and be a good soldier, I swear I can follow directions please let me PLEASE.”
And Scott squints at him and say “All of my orders? Like, ALL of them?”
And Derek nods furiously.
"Okay. Go get a massage."
And Derek frowns and says “what, that’s stupid, what are you talking about,” and Scott says “YOU SAID YOU WOULD FOLLOW MY ORDERS NOW GO GET A MASSAGE” and flashes his red eyes. So Derek goes and gets a massage—probably at a kiosk place in the mall, so he doesn’t have to take off his shirt, but after going he actually feels really good and energized yet relaxed, and also proud of himself for following his Alpha’s orders.
At the next pack meeting, after telling everyone what sort of perimeter patrols they’d be doing for the rest of the week, Scott asks Derek to stay behind for a minute. “I need to know which Indian restaurant in town has the most delicious Chicken Korma. I need you to go eat at all of them over the next month and decide which one is the best.”
Derek blinks. He loves Chicken Korma. He had eaten almost all of it that one time Stiles had brought some to a stakeout, a long time ago. “I—fine. I could have it done by Saturday, if you want.”
Scott shakes his head. “No, you’ll get sick of it and then you won’t be able to rank the later places accurately. Just try a new place whenever you’re in the mood for Indian, and then rank them for me.”
"Do you just care about taste, or do you want me to include levels for service and price?"
"That’s a good idea," Scott says, nodding approvingly. "Yes, include whatever you think is important."
The next week, he’s paying the check at Cafe Tandoor when he gets a text from Scott. I need your help at work tomorrow it reads.
When Derek shows up, Scott directs him to a box full of puppies. “Someone brought in these strays last night, and they have really matted fur, so I need you to brush them. I’d do it, but I have to work on cleaning out the cages.”
Derek looks down at where the puppies are whining up at him, tumbling over each other in eagerness. “I could clean the cages, if you want.” It seems more fair for him to do the grosser job.
"No, Deaton has a whole method he likes me to use, and it would take forever for me to show you where everything is and what to do. It’s faster this way."
Derek sits down on the floor and begins carding through the smallest puppy’s fur. It squeaks in delight and nuzzles against his hand.
This was recorded by the Portsmouth Sinfonia in an experiment where all the members of the orchestra would swap instruments with each other and attempt to play them to the best of their ability.
favorite things about this
literally all the brass starts to get the hang of it and then the crescendos happen and everyone is like FUCK FUCK FUCK??? FUCK. JUST. BLOW RLY HARD.
the strings are lazy but also the same. like u can tell a lot of the ppl w/ the stringed instruments may already basically know how to play stringed instruments. like there’s definitely a section at the beginning where you hear a good portion going “oh yeah this is like. a smaller/bigger version of what i do.”
all you hear of any woodwinds is just “pffffttt??? pFFFTTTT???? PFFFFFTTTT I SAID PFFFFTTTT!!!!!” bc woodwinds are fucking HARD and you hear after like the first crescendo half of them just give up. they give up. they’re done. fuck this it tastes weird and my lips hurt.
that trumpet. that person is fucking TRYING man they fucking GOT this. they may not have figured out notes but they figured out LOUD and they GOT this.
“Look at the difference: In 1977 I bought a small house in Portland Oregon for $24,000. At the time I was earning $5 per hour working at a large auto parts store. I owned a 4 year old Chevy Nova that cost $1,500. Now, 36 years later that same job pays $8 an hour, that same house costs $185,000 and a 4 year old Chevy costs $10,000. Wages haven’t kept up with expenses at all. And, I should point out that that $5 an hour job in 1977 was union and included heath benefits.”—an anonymous online commenter on the current economy. (via han-nara)