Chris Pratt worked with Marvel and Children’s Miracle Network Hospital to arrange a special screening of Guardians of the Galaxy for patients, families and staff at Children’s Hospital Los Angeles Wednesday. While the movie played, Pratt snuck out and dressed up as his character, Star-Lord. He spent more than three hours in full costume and handed out movie-themed toys. Pratt also visited patients in the Bone Marrow Transplant Unit, the Children’s Center for Cancer and Blood Diseases, and the Pediatric ICU, as they were too sick to join the movie screening that afternoon.

Pratt spent extra time with one patient, Dylan Prunty, who is a longtime Lego fan and recognized the actor’s voice from The Lego Movie. They spent about 10 minutes reciting different scenes from the film.

(Source: eonline.com)


ARTIST: Konno Yukari
TRACK: Tokimeki No Doukasen (Ending Song)
ALBUM: Fushigi Yuugi Original Soundtrack

persephinae:

In that moment our eyes met,
I realized it was me you were looking for.
It can’t be! It can’t be. You’re running right toward me.

The fuse of excitement
runs all through my body.
I don’t want to fall to pieces, so
I’ve got to get a hold of myself.
But a little bit, today, a little bit,
I feel like a lost kitten.
If you approach me with kindness,
I can’t help but follow you. Meow…

somaperies:

earl-cray-tea:

swimmingferret:

charleypollard:

i want female villains whose backstory don’t revolve around men breaking their hearts or wanting to be more beautiful than another girl i want female villains who are evil for the fun of it and i want female…

(Source: steveeugenecarlsberg)

montypla:

kawaiisharkchan:

moony-balloons:

micchi-monster:

prettysenshiconfessions:

I honestly am not thrilled that Naoko Takeuchi is working on Sailor Moon Crystal. I dislike a lot of the radically feminist tones of Crystal (I.e., the very blatantly feminist theme song, Tuxedo Mask being written out whenever possible), which I can only assume were her doing.

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I am legit crying with laughter.

Like, who has EVER looked at Sailor Moon and thought “nope, nothing feminist about this here story all about women who are strong and capable and kick ass in heels and nail polish.”?

And of course, Tuxedo Mask being written out of everything totally explains why he’s in every episode and gives Sailor Moon advice and strength, yup yup.

"I’m not thrilled that the creator of Sailor Moon is working on Sailor Moon"

op was apparently unaware that sailor moon is an anime about girls for girls and that mamoru has been a usless angst lump since 1991

with so many things to complain about why would this be what you pick

Bolded something very important.

patrickat:

kaiju3:

The American Hogwarts Houses

Look at your school of witchcraft and wizardry. Now look at mine. Now yours. Now back to mine. Sadly, your school is not mine, but if you all got off your broomsticks and started using a real sorcerer’s deodorant, it could smell like mine. Abracadabra! I’m a horse.

lifeofaseamonster:

mother-fucking-fate-nanodayo:

Kaworu Nagisa the ultimate mahou shoujo

I… omfg

(Source: noriko-takaya)

chryswatchesgot:

Chrys Watches GoT [x]

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.

Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.

Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.

The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.

I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.

The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.

So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.

Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.

Fucking wasps.