You’re gonna survive. And good things are gonna start to happen again. And one day you may even look back and even this will not be such a bad thing.
Maybe they’ll make up. Maybe that will be the twist. Them getting married.
You say you want to be king –
so when I burn your kingdom down, I’ll make sure
you’re still chained to the throne.
Harry Hart, Kingsman’s number one secret agent. Back from the dead, having seemingly been killed with a bullet to the head in The Secret Service. “Harry is back,” says Vaughn, carefully, though he won’t reveal how or why. “But he’s not the Harry we knew. He’s Harry Hart, but he ain’t Galahad.” If we are ever to see him back as his swashbuckling self, much will depend on his relationship with Eggsy. “The only person who believes in him now is Eggsy,” adds Vaughn. “Nobody else does. It’s quite sweet.”
11 Things We Learned About The Teaser (via sassafrasx)
This reminds me of the first bit of the scene where Eggsy goes to see Arthur after Harry got shot; like
Eggsy: Arthur, Harry’s dead…
Arthur: –Galahad– is dead
LOOK AT THE DOG
me every time there is a dog regardless of the situation (via spockular)
#ME DURING THE SCENE WHERE BARD DEFENDS ALFRID ON THE SIDE OF LAKETOWN #DID Y’ALL SEE THAT DOG?
Yes! I saw it the first time, and now every time I watch that scene I get distracted from the drama by Happy Dog!
Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged? You are iron. And you are strong.
n.t. (via thelittle-hobbit)
Damn right you’re iron, and do you know where iron comes from? Do you know how iron gets here? Let me tell you.
It does start with a star, but it’s not some dismal castoff from an eternal beauty, it’s so much more. Everything that makes our world came from stars, but nothing had as much effect on that star as iron.
See the sun burning in the sky? The light you see and the heat you feel are created when the sun fuses elements, the building blocks of our world, into new and heavier elements. The sun lives because more energy comes from that process than is needed to support it.
UNTIL IRON COMES ALONG.
Fusing iron — burning it to make a star shine — is nigh on impossible. Iron is strong and iron is heavy. Iron is so strong and so heavy that to make new elements from iron takes more energy than it produces. The star can’t keep up, it starts to die.
The iron that flows through your veins KILLED A STAR.
Those other metals that we so value, like gold, owe their existence to iron. As the star died it collapsed, crushing itself and making gold and platinum and other precious and powerful things. Then it exploded and scattered those metals throughout space.
Chief among them was iron. The iron whose formation was the death knell of the star. The iron whose intensity made other metals possible. The iron that was the last thing the living star could make.
Stars lived to make iron.
Stars died to make you.
(via noctumsolis)
Human beings took our animal need for palatable food … and turned it into chocolate souffles with salted caramel cream. We took our ability to co-operate as a social species … and turned it into craft circles and bowling leagues and the Metropolitan Museum of Art. We took our capacity to make and use tools … and turned it into the Apollo moon landing. We took our uniquely precise ability to communicate through language … and turned it into King Lear.
None of these things are necessary for survival and reproduction. That is exactly what makes them so splendid. When we take our basic evolutionary wiring and transform it into something far beyond any prosaic matters of survival and reproduction … that’s when humanity is at its best. That’s when we show ourselves to be capable of creating meaning and joy, for ourselves and for one another. That’s when we’re most uniquely human.
And the same is true for sex. Human beings have a deep, hard-wired urge to replicate our DNA, instilled in us by millions of years of evolution. And we’ve turned it into an intense and delightful form of communication, intimacy, creativity, community, personal expression, transcendence, joy, pleasure, and love. Regardless of whether any DNA gets replicated in the process.
Why should we see this as sinful? What makes this any different from chocolate souffles and King Lear?
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
W.B. Yeats, “The Song of Wandering Aengus” (via intotheimpossibledream)
When I read this, it came out to the tune of The Mummers Dance (Loreena McKennitt) (which I blame on “…go down to those shady groves” being close to the first line of the poem). It worked quite nicely. 🙂
Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes, just sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating.
I’m quite a romantic person and I love the idea of having a family. But I’d have to take a step back out of this.
It’s not fair on somebody to be waiting for you. You spend long periods of time apart and then when I am here, I’m working.I find it difficult to do both and to give that other person the right amount of attention and time they deserve.
Intelligence, self-confidence in one’s own skin. If a girl is slightly overweight or, you know, if she’s comfortable in herself, living life the way she wants to live it, I find that sexy and attractive.If somebody is the perfect mould, but she’s not enjoying herself, then I find it sad and unsexy.
Michael Fassbender from Britain’s GQ magazine (via lokimaxiejackie)
^^^This this this. Dating an actor would be lonely.
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