X-Files/IT crossover where we don’t even see Pennywise on screen because Scully’s sloshing through the sewer, exasperated, like, “Mulder, this is ridiculous. You have me wading through public sewage in Derry, Maine of all places, looking for a clown that eats kids? And for what?”
“Not a clown. Some kind of… entity. You’ve seen Hanlon’s research, Scully. Every twenty-seven years!”
“Approximately every twenty-seven years. We’re dealing with a cult at worst, and not even a particularly punctual one. I mean, come on, Mulder, wolfmen? Lepers? Agiant bird? These are the absurd hallucinations of a bunch of frightened kids, kids who might never find peace because we’re down here in the dark looking for some kind of Boogeyman instead of up there finding out what’s really causing all this.”
And before Pennywise can even think to, like, turn into Mulder’s sister or whatever somebody who writes good stories would do with this idea, It’s just shriveling up slowly in the background because Scully’s non-stop roasting It at full volume from literally the second they get to the Town House.
Bilinguals overwhelmingly report that they feel like different people in different languages. It is often assumed that the mother tongue is the language of the true self. (…) But, if first languages are reservoirs of emotion, second languages can be rivers undammed, freeing their speakers to ride different currents.
Lauren Collins, Love In Translation from the New Yorker, August 8 & 15, 2016 (via mesogeios)
Literally heard a convo at the library where a guy was telling a girl that he’s an omega and the girl telling him that she’s a beta, and my mind just did not automatically connect the context to fraternity pledge classes at all and I just whispered to myself “what the fuck?? What the fuck??”
HOLD UP. Steve probably couldn’t drink coffee pre-serum because it did shit to his heart. Like, he’d try drinking a cup, but then his heart would start beating so fast that he felt like it was about to explode and he’d tremble so violently that Bucky would have to hold him down ‘cause he was legit worried that Steve would shake his own atoms into nothingness.
Post-serum, he goes ham. He drinks 3 pots, and stands in the corner, eyes wide and silvery. Bucky asks if he’s okay. “When I am inevitably sent to Hell, I will fight the Devil and come out the victor,” Steve whispers.
“Dude, holy shit.”
I find this idea adorable.
But on the flip side, bold of you to assume that pre-serum Steve ever once held himself back from something out of consideration for his own health.
Richard: Why are you so dramatic?
the Marquis de Carabas, in a beautiful long black coat, appearing out of nowhere with a literal bolt of thunder and a dramatic pose: I have no idea what you’re talking about
