Daily Show correspondent Michael Che tries to find a safe place to report from.
"Numbers are as close as we get to the handwriting of god."
Meta comic - I wanted to explore my headcanon for Hermann’s unique sense of faith.
He called on parents to take responsibility for their sons’ actions, saying parents must teach their sons the difference between right and wrong.
"When we hear about these rapes our heads hang in shame," Mr Modi said.
"Young girls are always asked so many questions by their parents, like ‘where are you going?’. But do parents dare to ask their sons where they are going?" he asked.
“Those who commit rape are also someone’s sons. It’s the responsibility of the parents to stop them before they take the wrong path,” he added.
Okay, say what you want about him, but this is a big deal. This is Prime Minister Modi’s first Independence Day address since being elected. And instead of using this time to talk about Pakistan, like every other Independence Day speech in the past, he stood up there and talked about INDIA’s need for improvement. And amongst his topics, he talked about rape.
And he didn’t describe it as “accidental” or “boys making mistakes”, and he didn’t state that women need to “dress more dignified”, all of which have been said by other Indian politicians. For once, we’re hearing someone put the blame on the rapist, and actually calling out parents to raise their sons properly. Like everyone else, I’m still hoping Modi isn’t another PM who is all talk.
parents when they can’t get a hold of you: “i called TWICE AND YOU DIDN’T PICK UP”
me when i can’t get a hold of my parents: “I BROKE MY LEG. I CALLED UR CELL 11 TIMES, UR WORK PHONE 7 TIMES, AND SENT YOU 23 TEXTS, AND NO RESPONSE”
my parents: “wow sorry i was busy”
friends: how can u still wear black, its summer
This is the best ASL Bucket Challenge I’ve seen so far.
i wasnt going to reblog but then
The ass tho
That’s.. actually incredible. Not the ass, I mean that’s good yes but, fuck yeah Hawkeye Initiative!
I’m just impressed someone can contort themselves into the stupid poses they put women in on the covers of comic books.
all of this works for me..baby you fine
Everyone says they was to see Cap pick up Thor’s hammer in AoU, but everyone knows that Cap’s a good guy.
No, what I want is for Natasha to pick it up. In the heat of battle, and it lands beside her, and she gets cornered so she grabs for a piece of debris to attack with and she just swings it completely without meaning too.
Then she realises that maybe she’s good, maybe she’s wiped out the red in her ledger.
Maybe she’ll realise that she’s a hero.
Pacific Rim AU in which Herc and Stacker are both single fathers who get called into school because their respective nine-year-olds decided to pick a fight. Several fights. Everyone is very disappointed.
"I’m sorry," Herc says when they’re alone in the principal’s office. "It was probably Chuck’s fault. He - he’s been having some difficulties."
He’s too tired to make it sound nicer; he’d been up at the police station until four am, working on a dead-end case. He runs a hand over his face, half-hiding a yawn and half-checking for stubble - the man sitting opposite him had that effect on people. He was so well-dressed it was almost painful; a CEO, Herc guesses, or a lawyer.
"Not at all," Stacker Pentecost says (and Herc would have been skeptical if his own name wasn’t Hercules, for God’s sake). “Mako’s had some difficulty with moving. I’ll be sure to talk to her.”
That explained the English accent.
Actually, Mako and Chuck are friends - they just have a funny way of showing it. But that doesn’t mean their dads need to be friends too. Or like, see each other a lot. A lot a lot. Seriously dads. Stop. Stop it now.
"My best day had to be the day after I wrapped Guardians of the Galaxy. I was very homesick and coming home to my wife, and my home, and to my son, who was at the time 13 months old. My wife told me there’s a chance he won’t recognize you—but that’s okay that happens all the time. He doesn’t know, he might be a little shy…"
IM GOING TO CRY