are these not bananas?

The many times he said princess and the one time he did not

@pepplemint

just a reminder that hidden figures is a dramatization of the plight of black women working in NASA during the segregation era usa and that the scene where taraji had to run almost half a mile just to use the colored restroom DID NOT happened in real life as told by the real Katherine Johnson herself.  

She simply just used the “white restroom” instead of the white man coming over to the west wing to “destroy and end segregation” quite literally when he used a pry bar to “dismantle” the colored sign on top of the restroom. In reality, Katherine simply used the unlabeled bathroom at Langley and when confronted about it, she simply ignored them racists ass and continued on her merry way.

Notes:

The yaoi fetishist has a lot of pent up anger. Might pretend you’re the person who wrote them a bad review on ffnet

I made my own ^^ feel free to use for any fandom

I don’t think people in the US got this as much as we did over here in Europe and the rest of the football (as opposed to hand-egg) loving world. But this:

is a vuvuzela. The football loving (or just tolerating, or culturally affected by) world met these things en masse during the 2010 World Cup in South Africa. They were mass produced, they were fucking everywhere. They sound like this:

Over wide open terrain, perfect to summon your people for say, village council, which was what the original instrument was apparently used for. The plastic mass produced thing, in close terrain, is perfect to make it impossible for anybody to hear themselves think, let alone speak. Could it be perfect to disrupt a nazi, for instance if you are not able, for whatever reason, to punch him in the face? My friends, it just might be. Because these things were so heavily mass produced, at one point they couldn’t give them away. There is almost certainly still bunches of them sitting around waiting for the opportune moment, and the opportune moment is now.

If you’re someplace where nazis come to hate speechify (campus etc) get one. You don’t have to be super close for these things to be super effective, which is helpful if you’re not willing/able to get close up in somebody’s face - the damn things are just as disruptive from ten metres away.

It’s Vuvuzela revival time.

The vampire folded her arms and glared at the witch. “Please let me in.” Her invitation had been revoked.

Lazily, the witch leaned back in her chair and gazed across the open door’s impenetrable threshold. She stretched, yawned, picked up a feyburn apple from a bowl on a side table, and finally took a generous bite before replying, “No.”

“Are you going to make me wait out here all night, then?”

“Thinking about it. Bribe me.”

Centuries of marital bliss are built with love, affection, and mischief. The bargaining ended several minutes later with the vampire promising her wife:

A back rub

Taking care of the cauldron cleaning duty for a week

The witch could pick the next two movies

Thirteen pumpkin spice cookies

“And you have to win me a plush at the Halloween carnival.”

“How am I going to do that tonight when it starts this weekend?”

“Not my problem.” And this was the last straw.

HE HAS TO DISCOVER THE TEXTURE

Stu, let me ask you a question: how did you not realize until then that you had too many eggs? Nobody sells eggs in a big cloth-covered basket, so you must have done that yourself. That means you spent god-knows-how-long opening up twelve whole cartons of eggs, carefully placing each egg one-by-one inside a big basket, and then covering it with a big picnic cloth… and at no point- at no point- did you ever stop and think “gee, there might be TOO MANY FUCKING EGGS HERE”

Same with eyeglasses.

The above are photos I took at Auschwitz. The shoes and suitcases were each encased in a hallway - kept behind glass on both sides. And again comprise only a fraction of what the Nazis took.

Now the significance of these collections can not be understated or undermined, the horrors of the Holocaust, the Shoah, are embodied in these piles of stolen clothing and cases.

We look at them and recoil, promising that we’ll never forget and yet the systematic slaughter of human beings continues around the world.

In different places, for different reasons. Who didn’t learn the lesson? Who still needs to be reached? Who needs to be protected?