How to finish that last minute assignment








I can not count the number of times this trick has saved my ass.

And people say Tumblr doesn’t teach you life skills…

this will come in handy one day


Reblogging for future reference..



God I love that scene too. MoS is so full of moments like that, I’m still amazed at just how encompassing the theme of heroism is in the movie. It’s not just Superman, not just his supporting cast, but also all the extras and one-off characters, named or otherwise. 
Like, even in that entire oil rig rescue sequence, the movie makes sure to depict that it’s not due to Clark’s effort alone that the workers are saved. And that’s how it goes throughout the entire movie too, that he’s never alone in saving the world. The most memorable I think is still the priest, who’s clearly terrified when Clark tells him the truth, and yet still manages to extend sense and solidarity, to a man who’s about to give himself up just for the slimmest chance that the world’s not gonna end today.
I must sound like a broken record by now, but goddamn MoS is just dripping with hope and heroism and humanity that I sometimes can’t believe this movie exists, and it exists for Superman.

A Little Red Circle


Dinner simmered happily on the stove, the spicy scent of gumbo filling the air. Lacey turned to get a beer from the fridge when the calender caught her eye. A red circle around a date. Wouldn’t mean much to anyone but her. It was just a reminder for her, but that date had come and gone without anything happening. 

She stared. Three days ago it was circled but nothing had happened. She was regular. Like clockwork. Every 30 days, no matter the amount of stress or upheavals in her life. Nothing had made her late. Shock drained all the color from her face as that red circle stared back at her. Her mind immediately screamed NO. It wasn’t something she was ready for. Not at all. And neither was Dave.


Lacey sank down into a chair, the beer forgotten on the counter. Dinner was forgotten too, until the smell of the gumbo clinging to the bottom of the pot hit her nose. She immediately was up and sliding it from the burner. Of course, she burnt her hands in the process. “Fuck!” she screamed as the lid fell from the pot and gumbo slopped over the sides. Lacey turned to run cold water over her hands, the pain not too bad, but tears coursed down her cheeks anyway.

That was how Dave found her when he got home from the store; tear streaked with red welts on her hands. She looked up from the sink and muttered two words, “I’m late.”

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‘arent we supposed to have antlers or something’

‘fuck if i know’

'who cares we're mad cute'

coffee and cigarettes "She was a compulsive pessimist, always looking for the soft brown spot in the fruit, pressing so hard she created it.”

// a mix for a girl with red lips and polluted lungs; for plotting revenge while your coffee brews in your kitchen. this is to having your cake & eating it too. [listen] [download]

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