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04. 19. 14. 12:52 pm ♥ 31956

marvelobsessions:

remember when the avengers was new?

remember how exciting it was to finally have some of our favorite superheros interacting in one movie?

remember getting chills during this scene?

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remember feeling like a superhero when the screen went black and the credit music came on?

Please never forget how special The Avengers is. 

oh please are you kidding? How can this ever not be amazing? How can this ever not be a wealth of feels?

If I were to go down the list of every single thing that still makes me giddy as a toddler just watching this film, you guys would get fucking bored of me, because I would be listing every scene in the film.

In 2002 when the first Raimi Spiderman came out, I was so excited I started thinking even further ahead.  I said to my brother, “Wouldn’t it be neat if we got one of those big crossover movies like they used to do in the cartoons?”

We both wrote it off as never being able to happen. A movie that big with that many characters would cost too much, there would be too much story to tell, it wouldn’t work.

Ten years later, we had five films to pace out the story and characters. we had seven fully-developed main characters with more story to tell and a production team who nailed every single thing they were tasked. We had The Avengers.

Kids who grow up with it in their lives are not going to realise how fucking epic this was when it premiered, but I guarantee no one who waited for it for ten years, talked about it constantly for eight months and then saw it three times in the cinema will ever stop feeling the electricity.

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04. 19. 14. 12:33 pm ♥ 2343

caffeinetooth:

muscle memory

HOW VERY DARE YOU

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04. 18. 14. 08:14 pm ♥ 66114
pomme-poire-peche:

useyourwordsasher:

cmtothemc:

theancientcistern:

omegaqueer:

thatlupa:

All it does is show me you have a superiority complex and deep rooted classist tendencies. I’ve been a waitress, a barista and a sales associate, so your talking down to others just tells me at one point you would’ve talked down to me. This guy in the queue tried to buy me a coffee today, after ripping into the guy behind the counter about his skills and his job. Don’t care what people do for a living, if you don’t treat ‘em like (very important) people when you deal with them, we can’t be friends.

"A person who is nice to you but cruel to the waiter isn’t a nice person."

I don’t understand how people don’t get this

It is terrifying. It means if you don’t adhere to their demands or if you make on little mistake, they can turn on you. I don’t deal with people who are nasty to others.

Fucking *this*.
http://notalwaysright.com/tip-of-the-entree-iceberg/27669



(It is a busy Saturday night. During the dinner rush, I have been dealing with a table of two 20-something year old men. The blonde one has found something to complain about every time I’ve walked by while the brown-haired one just blushes and stays quiet. They’ve finished their meal.)
Blonde Man: “Are you new here?”
Me: “No, sir. I’ve been a waitress here for two years and three years at [other restaurant] prior.”
Blonde Man: “Then you have no excuse for how terrible this service was. The salad was wilty, and the entree was way too cold, and you were nowhere to be found. Plus, this place is far too noisy; I could barely hear myself speak! Honestly, I get better service at a fast food place.”
Me: “I’m sorry you feel that way. While there isn’t much I can do about the noise, I did offer to bring you different food before, but you said no.”
Blonde Man: *waves me off* “Just bring me the check, and try not to be so slow about it for once.”
(I go and get the check, but when I return, the brown-haired man stands up and hands me a $20 bill.)
Brown-haired Man: “Here, this is your tip. He wasn’t going to give you one. As a former waiter myself, I thought you were doing a perfectly fine job. My food was great, and the service was fast even though you’re so busy right now.”
(He turns to his blonde companion.)
Brown-haired Man: “People like you made my job so much worse, especially for making us work that much harder for no tip. So thanks for the meal, but you can go ahead and delete my number because there will be no second date. And by the way,potjevleesch is supposed to be served cold, you idiot.”
(With that, he left the restaurant without his date. It made the whole night worth it, to see that blonde man speechless for once.)




(Srsly, if you work service, you need to be following Not Always Right, they are the source of much revenge-fantasy joy on the occasion a beautiful story like the one in this post occurs.) So much nthed about this post. I have never once treated anyone behind the counter rudely and I never will, I hate it when people do it to me. I am a person, not a slave, not a robot, and not your personal bitch. Whatever you’re about to say to your server, if you wouldn’t say it to your loved one, don’t say it to them. High-res

pomme-poire-peche:

useyourwordsasher:

cmtothemc:

theancientcistern:

omegaqueer:

thatlupa:

All it does is show me you have a superiority complex and deep rooted classist tendencies. I’ve been a waitress, a barista and a sales associate, so your talking down to others just tells me at one point you would’ve talked down to me. This guy in the queue tried to buy me a coffee today, after ripping into the guy behind the counter about his skills and his job. Don’t care what people do for a living, if you don’t treat ‘em like (very important) people when you deal with them, we can’t be friends.

"A person who is nice to you but cruel to the waiter isn’t a nice person."

I don’t understand how people don’t get this

It is terrifying. It means if you don’t adhere to their demands or if you make on little mistake, they can turn on you. I don’t deal with people who are nasty to others.

Fucking *this*.

http://notalwaysright.com/tip-of-the-entree-iceberg/27669

(It is a busy Saturday night. During the dinner rush, I have been dealing with a table of two 20-something year old men. The blonde one has found something to complain about every time I’ve walked by while the brown-haired one just blushes and stays quiet. They’ve finished their meal.)

Blonde Man: “Are you new here?”

Me: “No, sir. I’ve been a waitress here for two years and three years at [other restaurant] prior.”

Blonde Man: “Then you have no excuse for how terrible this service was. The salad was wilty, and the entree was way too cold, and you were nowhere to be found. Plus, this place is far too noisy; I could barely hear myself speak! Honestly, I get better service at a fast food place.”

Me: “I’m sorry you feel that way. While there isn’t much I can do about the noise, I did offer to bring you different food before, but you said no.”

Blonde Man: *waves me off* “Just bring me the check, and try not to be so slow about it for once.”

(I go and get the check, but when I return, the brown-haired man stands up and hands me a $20 bill.)

Brown-haired Man: “Here, this is your tip. He wasn’t going to give you one. As a former waiter myself, I thought you were doing a perfectly fine job. My food was great, and the service was fast even though you’re so busy right now.”

(He turns to his blonde companion.)

Brown-haired Man: “People like you made my job so much worse, especially for making us work that much harder for no tip. So thanks for the meal, but you can go ahead and delete my number because there will be no second date. And by the way,potjevleesch is supposed to be served cold, you idiot.”

(With that, he left the restaurant without his date. It made the whole night worth it, to see that blonde man speechless for once.)

(Srsly, if you work service, you need to be following Not Always Right, they are the source of much revenge-fantasy joy on the occasion a beautiful story like the one in this post occurs.)

So much nthed about this post. I have never once treated anyone behind the counter rudely and I never will, I hate it when people do it to me. I am a person, not a slave, not a robot, and not your personal bitch. Whatever you’re about to say to your server, if you wouldn’t say it to your loved one, don’t say it to them.

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04. 19. 14. 12:55 pm ♥ 275963

thegeekcritique:

This is basically what it’s like to be an adult.

All the time in everything.

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04. 19. 14. 12:54 pm ♥ 110993

fangirltothefullest:

THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT

THAT DID NOT GO WHERE I WAS EXPECTING IT TO

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04. 19. 14. 12:37 pm ♥ 5721

Chris Evans doing his own stunts on “Captain America: The Winter Soldier”…

That. omg. That is porn.

Chris Evans doing his own stunts on “Captain America: The Winter Soldier”…

That. omg. That is porn.

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04. 19. 14. 12:29 pm ♥ 6497

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04. 18. 14. 03:21 pm ♥ 95003

Actual Quotes from my Dad (An English Teacher)

Dad: Why the hell did you put a comma there? Dad: Do you even know what a participial phrase is? Dad: Omg. He's like my favorite character of all time. Dad: Who should I dress up as for the movie premier? Dad: Hey are you awak? I know it's late, but you read Animal Farm, right? Yeah. I need you to read this report. I can't tell if I am just super tired or if this is actual bullshit. Dad: Alesha wouldn't be able to spell 'definitely' right if wrote it down for her. She would fucking erase it and then write 'defiantly', because she doesn't care. I hate her. Dad: I need you to bake brownies. I lost a bet. Dad: Omg. You cannot ship me with Gilcher. You know I don't like tattoos and he's like twenty-five. And for Christ's sake, he teaches math. Dad: Omg. Gilcher said the funniest thing today. Dad: Mrs. Ashworth and I have decided to start a band. It'll be called Great Expectations. Dad: It's like you didn't read the fucking book. Dad: Okay. So this week you're reading this book I stole from Mrs. Ashworth's. It's like sixty pages long, but you'll love it. Dad: *puts books on my bed for me to read everyday and demands that I read them* Dad: My son doesn't like reading. I have not only failed him, but society. You aren't my son. Leave. Dad: Okay. So you're getting books for Christmas. All of you. I get discounts on them since I'm a teacher, and since I'm a teacher, it's all I can afford, so... Dad: Fucking standardized testing can go fuck itself in the ass. Dad: I have to teach for the required testing instead of what they really need to know. Dad: Fuck the government. Dad: Fuck the school board. Dad: Close the door. Dad: Charles Dickens was so fucking pretentious, and I hate him, but he also caused change, but he's such a Dick. Ha. DICKens. Dad: I love puns. Dad: People who say sarcasm is the lowest form of humor are assholes. Dad: Please shut up. Dad: Catching Fire was the worst book but the best movie and that feels weird. Dad: I wouldn't get so mad when you call me at school if you didn't change your ringtones to inappropriate rap music. Dad: I fucking hate Alesha. She asked what countries were apart of Austria-Hungary today and I almost told her to get out. Dad: You cannot visit my school in a dress that short. There are boys there. Dad: Barbra Parks is fucking Queen. Dad: I need you to make me a good, relaxing playlist for silent reading. I'm too lazy. Dad: If I have to watch two of my students grind on each other at one more dance, I will kill them both. Dad: They act like I care what they think. Dad: I hate homework. Dad: I have decided to become a politician. Dad: What's the one book with the guys and the one kills the other and the chick without a name who dies and the short angry man? Mouseman? Oh my fucking gosh. Of Mice and Men. I have failed.
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