Two Point Seven Two Five Kelvin

Yeah no shit George lifted the name and hugo boss wholesale but do you just conveniently not have a problem with lucasfilm making millions on branding and toys or is this just the stupidest pissing contest on this fucking idiot website?

Do you genuinely, in good faith, think certain fans are nazis for writing about the empire? Do you?

There are real nazis in my city. They carry guns to our ADL and NAACP. They burn mosques. In California they stabbed six of my comrades. In college station i saw some state trooper fucking pigs throw a tiny girl around to defend nazis. They take our pictures and threaten our families and communities. Its not a fucking game. We’re losing out there and people want to feel smug behind their keyboards wasting time on smug fucking nonsense. These people arent recruiting out of the fandom, thats idiocy, and acting like they are is how we lose.

You know what’s actually gross? Pretending not to understand the difference between fiction and real life for cheap, superior, outrage thrills. 

What good have you done this year other than spew hate at fans? Have you volunteered at a charity? Or even just gone to a single protest? Have you written your senator? There are a million things you can do to make this very non-fictional world a better place. 

Why don’t you look at your life and choices before you bring more hate into this world.Especially when the only pathetic reason is for you to feel superior to other fans.

remember the white dress i wore all through that film? george came up to me the first day of filming, took one look at the dress and said: “you can’t wear a bra under that dress.”

“ok, i’ll bite,” i said. “why?” and he said: “because… there’s no underwear in space.”

he said it with such conviction. like he had been to space and looked around and he didn’t see any bras or panties anywhere.

he explained. “you go into space and you become weightless. then your body expands but your bra doesn’t, so you get strangled by your own underwear.”

i think that this would make for a fantastic obituary. i tell my younger friends that no matter how i go, i want it reported that i drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.

Our irrefutable improvement in the last two hundred years. For data source, interactive graphics and details in the data processing see below:

Max Roser (2016) – ‘A history of global living conditions in 5 charts’. Published online at OurWorldInData.org.

A super-quick piece of fanart for Inside Out by @allprevailing, aka the story that (with its ongoing sequel) devoured my last couple days. (And was probably not the best thing to read in the midst of watching the last four or five episodes of DS9, if I wanted to avoid having all the feelings all at once. I had to try and get some of them out.)

They are adorable. In your face, Darwin!