I loved the idea of Scott Wilson, John, and Sonequa returning. I thought as long as it earned its keep. I don’t want it to be a callback to the first episode unless it really yields something. And fortunately, it did.

And I realized halfway through, I went, “It’s The Wizard of Oz! We’re shooting The Wizard of Oz!” Hershel’s the courage, Bernthal’s the heart, and Sonequa’s the wisdom of when you have the peace. And Michonne is home. And it’s that whole thing of being whisked away into the helicopter, and spinning away in the house. I said, “We’re in The Wizard of Oz!” And everybody was like, “Oh, yeah. Maybe we are.” That’s what I’m saying anyway. It all made sense with me. But it was thrilling to be able to work with those guys again, and going back into the hospital gown in my last ever shot is wild, and kind of a weird full circle. – Andrew Lincoln

Master of Sanctity has a Dark Angel Terminator fall down a flight of stairs. They need to call in an armored vehicle recovery machine to lift him out of the hole he fell into

a-40k-author:

That is possibly the best thing I’ve heard all week.

bethel-wilson:

(ノ*゜▽゜*)

odinsnotwearingmakeup:

hip-hip-bourree:

ronandhermy:

it is so strange to me when people tell me they never had an ancient egyptian phase…like, what did you even do during your childhood?

this is oddly specific?? and over 3000 people relate???

That egyptology book was too golden and shiny to resist

followthebluebell:

kleppy02:

followthebluebell:

fimbry-talks:

Love when my cat flings himself into the air after a toy, but he has no style. Straight up ragdoll physics.

One day i want to take a video of Yardstick straight-up hurling himself into the void. Cats have no conception that there is a future. There is just now and the jingly toy.

Your cat’s name is Yardstick?

He has three feet.

orsaria:

I just picked up a Rat Brigade as my Chief Engineer(s).

What could possibly go wrong?

grettir-dun:

pattern-53-enfield:

grumpyridesthekaliyuga:

“If you’re a good boy, you can curl up in the womb of your safe little Soviet-nouveau bloc apartment with your comfy stuff and enjoy your measured indulgences, your gourmet food, your micro-brew. You can busy yourself trying to master the art of erasing your own carbon footprint, or you can do your part by biking to work, weaving recklessly through a barrage of trucks and cars that could crush you for the sheer thrill of it. Maybe you’ll take a class and get your permit and after another clerk confirms that you are competent enough to be licensed and properly insured, you’ll be able to do something really crazy like ride a motorcycle. Maybe you’ll pay someone to let you play a game or run a race or put on a safety harness and climb fake rocks. If not, you can always watch someone else do it on TV. Maybe you’ll get yourself worked up about some petty inequity or injustice and participate in some non-violent resistance. Maybe you’ll convince yourself that you are making a difference by standing in the same place with other people and shouting angrily at people who don’t care. If you prefer, you can get online and vent your confused, impotent, vainglorious rage by playing the anonymous tough guy on some blog or forum. Or you can just say “fuck it” and spend all of your money on video games that give you the vicarious thrill of slaughtering hordes of aggressive “others.” You can obsess over your fantasy football team. And there are always hobbies. You can find yourself something harmless and inoffensive to pass the time. Perhaps gardening. You can start a band or tinker with cars. Become a movie buff. You can paint little figurines of warriors. You can even get dressed up in costumes and do live-action roleplaying … How long will men tolerate this state of relative dishonor, knowing that their ancestors were stronger men, harder men, more courageous men – and knowing that this heritage of strength survives in them, but that their own potential for manly virtue, for glory, for honor, will be wasted?” – Jack Donovan

Yep, sounds like the most pretentious asshole possible.

What’s with people always trying to argue that Back Then People Were Better. Assflash, newshole, people haven’t changed that much. The things that have changed are the relative difficulty of doing things like surviving childhood and childbirth. You know. Not dying of tetanus and shit. Not shitting yourself to death for drinking the wrong water. Just little stuff like that, you know.

You know, I’ve read a fair amount of history. Especially about World War II, which is probably at least part of what he means when he’s yelling about the Good Old Days. And none of those guys were any more special than people now. They just lived during a time when there was a war, and they fought in it, and some of them did great things. There’s nothing special about the individuals of that generation, just about the circumstances they found themselves in.

wehadfacesthen:

Gregory Peck, 1947