the guy responsible for captain america being a hydra agent made a team of college students the villains of the latest issue of captain america and it went as well as you would expect
this is the marvel equivalent of those newspaper cartoons that act like society is collapsing in front of us because of pokemon go
hurts
KILL
“Consider this your trigger warning,” I say as I shoot a poor, defenseless, Gen Xer in the temple. I retrieve my millenial iPad and cross out their name before moving onto my next kill: the golf industry.
life goals tho
This is more cringe-inducing than literally anything I’ve ever seen published in my entire life and this was written by a grown ass middle aged “professional”
i hate adding to posts but can i just say that this college villians thing is most definitely in response to the backlash about captain america being in hydra. he’s mad that “those damn triggered millennials uwu” got mad about him making captain america a nazi so he thought he was so slick and personified his “haters” as triggered millennial villians who want nothing but to kill good. this man is literally so offended over people saying captain america isnt a nazi that he made those people into a squad of stereotyped villians. he probably sat back in his chair after writing this going “ahaha, im so smart… thatll show those haters. let me go watch deadpool while i cuddle my anime dakimakuru.”
look…………….. write as much shitty fic as you want. nobody can stop you. you’re learning constantly and it’s better to write hackneyed implausible ridiculousness than it is to not write at all out of fear of fucking up. you’re good
There was an experiment a professor did. I think it was pottery students. He did an experiment of “quality” vs “quantity”. One half of the class he told; you have to make as many pots as possible. Good pots, bad pots, shitty pots, whatever. The more pots you make, the higher your grade.
The other half of the class were told, “you can make only one pot”. But that pot had to be perfect. The quality had to be high; the highest quality pot would get the best mark.
But when it came to the grading, they noticed something weird.
All the best quality pots were in the ‘quantity’ group.
The guys who were literally churning out pots, trying to make as many as possible, not concentrating on the quality. But every pot they made, made them better at making pots. By the end of the month (I think it was a month) – they had some pretty awesome pots coming out, because they enjoying finding all the ways and all the things they could do to make all their pots. Where as the ‘quality’ guys had spent their time reading up on pots, and technique, and researching and planning; which was all great but they’d had no further practice at actually making pots.
The best way to get really good at something, the only way to be really good at something, is to make lots of shitty attempts at that thing several of which will fail. If all you create are perfect things then you won’t improve, because how can you improve on perfect?
i saw a can of pumpkin spice cinnamon rolls at the store and it had a thing on the side like “make monkey bread” and i was like FUCK YEAH imma get this and throw it in a bundt pan and have easy as hell monkey bread BUT THEN i looked up the fucking instructions on the website and it’s like “3 cans of cinnamon rolls and a bag of caramels and some walnuts and butter and etc etc” and i am like BITCH i did not buy a can of fucking cinnamon rolls because i wanted to cook. this is some sandra lee levels of overcomplicating shit. i don’t need this. you think i’m going out and buying two more cans of actually-just-biscuits-with-delusions-of-grandeur for this? because i am. i bought a fucking bundt pan, i’ve committed. i don’t give a fuck about the sunk cost fallacy. i don’t care if there’s nothing stopping me from just making some fucking limited edition fall cinnamon rolls. this absurd monkey bread train has left the station. this is happening goddammit.
THIS IS NOW A FOOD BLOG, I HOPE YOU LIKE RAMBLING ANECDOTES ABOUT MY DAY INTERSPERSED WITH PICTURES CAREFULLY STAGED TO HIDE MY LACK OF COUNTER SPACE OR REAL CURTAINS
anyway this is the recipe i used, which they do not put on the can, they just put HEY LOOK AT THIS PICTURE OF MONKEY BREAD with no indication that it will take three fucking cans of this shit which should be illegal somehow. these are like $4 each that makes this $12 before you even consider the cost of a bundt pan and butter and what was left of my dignity
FOOD BLOG INGREDIENT PHOTO
i put all this shit on my dining room table because i decided that would be easier than trying to clean my counters or otherwise make them not look like shit. i will not be using the spooky sprinkles they are just there because i love them and i want you to know that i have spooky sprinkles. I FORGOT TO INCLUDE MY FANCY BAKING SUPPLIES LIKE METAL MIXING BOWLS AND STAND MIXER but that is because i don’t have any of that EXCEPT THESE LITTLE MEASURING CUPS which deserve their own picture because i love them
TAKE A CLOSER LOOK AT THOSE TINY SPOONS
A TAD. A DASH. A PINCH. A SMIDGEN. I CAN ADD EXACTLY A SMIDGEN OF SPICES. sorry i am just really excited about these because for years now all i have had are the measuring pigs and
okay look i’ll just throw in another picture because we are DOING THIS and also it’s easier than trying to explain the measuring pigs
each half of a matryoshka pig is a measuring cup and sure they seem cute and all but they don’t have handles so if you want a half cup of flour you’d better be ready to get flour all over your fucking hands and good luck cleaning it all out of the snoot. so you can see why i am so in love with those fancy metal ones. aside from SMIDGEN.
those little caramel bits look like chickpeas and it’s really unsettling. this is the part where i got sick and fucking tired of moving ingredients over to the dining room table, plus, the next step was to put some sugar in a plastic bag. there’s no way to make that look aesthetically pleasing. like it didn’t matter if these cans of pillsbury whatever the fuck were sitting on a marble countertop, they’re still gonna look like cardboard tubes of regret. anyway i put a bokeh filter on this to ease the transition from a genuine attempt at making things look nice to me just giving up the way this recipe intended
it took me all of five fucking seconds to get sugar fucking everywhere jesus christ why does sugar always get everywhere.
So I was trying to sort out just how many different headcanons of “humans in space“ I’ve stumbled across so far. And I’m loving it, because they’re all amazing and so very much “base humans are bizarre“ instead of the old sci-fi cliché of “base human is base alien”.
But yeah, there are a whole lot of them.
Humans are determinators.
Unstoppable and tireless monsters who can ignore broken bones, and
whose biology is quite simply put terrifying on multiple levels.
Humans are ancient giants, whose
spaceship are often colonized by smaller species who can live for generations in certain parts of the spaceship before traveling away from there.
Humans are galactic cats, hanging
around on other species’ spaceships and including them in their
“packs”.
Humans are complete nutters with
crazy science and utterly insane experiments, and the scientific
leaps they make are a thing of wonder.
Humans are impossibly lucky for as
long as nobody tells them about it. They’re put in charge of
everything with quotes such as “leadership”, when in actuality
the aliens just want things to turn out fine despite the odds.
Humans are casually selfless,
throwing their own lives away to save the lives of others for no
other reason than that “it was the right thing to do”. It’s so normal for them that heroics like it are kind of tossed aside when something “more interesting“ comes along a week later.
Humans will laugh at their own
injuries because they honestly consider them amusing.
Humans will form emotional bonds
with literally everything.
Humans will attempt to pet even
the most infamously lethal creatures in the galaxy, because “it
looked cute”.
Humans will question literally
everything, for basically no reason other than “just because”. But is also fully inclined to believe people at the drop of a hat, despite the absurdity of their claims.
And then there are the more “aliens are not like us“-theories.
Humans are the only creature with
light-based senses, meaning that they perceive the world in an
entirely mysterious way, filled with things like “color” and
“the speed of light” and “transparency”.
Humans are the only creature to
ever develop a decent throwing-arm, and is as such the only one to
instinctively comprehend the concept of “ranged combat”.
Humans are the only creature with
pattern-recognition, and will see familiar things in random
patterns, as well as being the only species to understand
“camouflage”.
Humans are the only creature to
reproduce sexually. Everyone else is creeped out by how this causes
their children to mutate seemingly at random.
Humans are the only creature with
a story-based imagination, meaning that they basically hold the
export-monopoly on all produced fiction in the galaxy.
Best parts of Moana:
-no love interest
-Moana had proportions like an actual human and wasn’t sexualized
-Disney princess set to inherit is actually depicted being trained in running her society
-COCONUT PIRATES
-no dead parents!
-bechdel test pass
-respectful depiction of source material and culture
-the music oh my god!!!!!
-Maui’s 4th wall breaks
-no actual villain
-closest thing to a villain was David Bowie crab
-Lin-Manuel Miranda
-the chicken
-my giant green wife
I will forever be impressed that Fred and George not only figured out both the ten word, twelve syllable password to activate the Marauder’s Map, but also, out of all the things they could have nicked from Filch’s office, they chose a somewhat grubby bit of parchment whose sole purpose seemed to be to insult the user.
