— Dr. Arnim Zola (Captain America: The Winder Soldier)
Barry Allen gives Bruce Wayne a letter written by Bruce’s father, Thomas, from the alternate Flashpoint reality. I found this moment to be incredibly moving.
I cried while reading this. I’m not ashamed
Justice League Animated Series
This one cracks me up every time. Shows you how much of a badass Batman is.
If you’re feeling depressed, low, or worse, then please take a look at this, and consider reaching out to someone.
There aren’t many positives around today, with many of us shocked at the death of Robin Williams overnight. Williams had been suffering from depression for a long time, and…
Remembering Robin Williams (1951 - 2014)
I love how these images depict the emptiness that is going on right now. These iconic movies are nothing without Robin Williams. He was a mentor, a comedian, a friend, a goofball, an absent minded professor and everything else. RIP Robin Williams
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R.I.P Robin Williams (1951-2014)
Death. To die. To expire. To pass on. To perish. To peg out. To push up daisies. To push up posies. To become extinct. Curtains, deceased, Demised, departed And defunct. Dead as a doornail. Dead as a herring. Dead as a mutton. Dead as nits. The last breath. Paying a debt to nature. The big sleep. God’s way of saying, “Slow down.”
"To check out."
"To shuffle off this mortal coil."
"To head for the happy hunting ground."
"To blink for an exceptionally long period of time."
"To find oneself without breath."
"To be the incredible decaying man."
"Kick the bucket."
"Buy the farm."
"Take the cab."
"Cash in your chips."
- Patch Adams (1998)
Somehow, he knew….
Waking up to the death of a true artist like Robin Williams feels really awful. But it is important to remember him as the man who made us cry and laugh at the same time.
His wife Susan Schneider said in a statement: “I am utterly heartbroken. On behalf of Robin’s family, we are asking for privacy during our time of profound grief. As he is remembered, it is our hope the focus will not be on Robin’s death, but on the countless moments of joy and laughter he gave to millions.”
Sherlock - The Empty Hearse
This particular scene is when I started falling in love with both Mary Watson and Amanda Abbington. She pulled a lot of her face muscles to reveal a grotesque expression in one frame and look incredibly cute in the next. I don’t think a lot of people can do that.
The Cast of Sherlock
Notice all the characters are smiling (even John Watson looks like he is about to smile) except Sherlock. I don’t think he had any intention of smiling from the start. Instead of a smile, we are looking at a smirk; a smirk that says ‘I was forced to pose with these dull-headed people called friends’.
My obsession with this show is clearly starting to get out of control.
P.S - Badly missing the skull in this image!
Phoebe Buffay and Chandler Bing talk about a lawyer friend with a face ass. Ben Affleck’s previous superhero role was Matt Murdock, a lawyer who moonlights as Daredevil.
Could this BE more perfect??
At some point of time, writers have and will be led to believe that writing is the most miserable job. The reasons are not one but many. One, the writer falls prey to the guilty pleasure of watching too many movies that have less or zero IQ attached to them. Given the current predicament of movies and their respective never-ending sequels where the viewers are forced, against their god given will, to watch the rest of the franchise in 3D, it should be of no surprise that quality of the said medium has taken a backseat. Two, the writer has been exposed to bad writing. While bad movies can distance you from the realm of intelligence for a temporary period of time, exposure to bad writing can scar your intellectual capacity for the rest of life. There is, of course, a third reason why writers loathe themselves; The Writer’s Block.
It becomes my rightful duty to let you know this particular piece of writing was devised as a mechanism to escape the writer’s block. I call it a ‘piece of writing’ because I am not sure if this is an article or a post. Laziness has stopped me from researching. With vindictive pleasure, I sincerely hope the same happens to my counterparts.
When Twitter took over the microblogging platform, all ideas and updates were made to look attractive within a meager amount of 140 characters. Considerable changes have happened on this particular social media platform but the founders have taken the ‘micro’ in microblogging far too seriously. For avid readers, elaborateness is oddly satisfying. It is unfair to take that away from them. It makes me wonder if Samuel Taylor Coleridge volunteered to have his first and middle names changed to ‘S.T’ so he could fit into tweets disguised as quotes. Otherwise, it would have been too demotivating for Coleridge’s ghost when it realized that quotes and extracts from the convoluted poem about mariners and albatross were tweeted without crediting the actual source.
The usual defense mechanism for the writer’s block is attempting to make the writing look sophisticated. When vocabulary hinges on esoteric words, the ruse is evident. It is as evident as the fact that I learnt the word ‘esoteric’ two minutes before typing this sentence. There are times when your own writing questions its purpose of being written. When one fails to answer, everything else spirals down. You are reluctantly pulled back into a world where hashtags have replaced sentences. If you have a flippant disregard for incessant hashtags, we need to hang out more often.
Ever since I came across a quote by Fitzgerald on exclamation marks and how he seemed to think their usage was obnoxious, I have been earnestly avoiding them. Paraphrasing Fitzgerald, exclamation marks are like laughing at your own jokes.
Another aspect of the writer’s block is the topic. What you will be writing about is equally important as how you will be writing it. One often finds himself at the dead end of the topic when he realizes there are no further thoughts prodding him to go on. When the failure of words begins to thwart, a closed and raging fist points out the index finger, pressing upon the backspace button so hard that it reminisces the tearing up of what you thought would be the manuscript of a masterpiece.
While I reinstate that writing is sometimes miserable, writing (verb) about writing (noun) is, as a stand-up comedian once said, eternal damnation without relief. You forget where you started and never know when to stop.