“We were very nervous about her [Amy] being a killjoy. That’s one of my least favorite roles that women fill on TV shows – the killjoy who tells the goofy fun guy to knock it off. We consciously tried to avoid that dynamic.” ~ Mike Schur
All seriousness, Amy’s “Buttoned up organization freak who gets the joke” is amazing.
And so is Rosa’s “Scary lady. Really not so scary ACTUALLY NO VERY SCARY but is also nice.”
And Gina’s “Complete self-centered nutbar who also cares about her friends and is surprisingly organized and effective.”
And Terry’s “SIX AND A HALF FEET OF ROCK HARD STONE COLD adorable family man who just wants a yogurt and a nap.”
I don’t want to neglect Jake’s “pathetic manchild who is both a legitimately excellent cop, good guy, and capable of improving,” but it’s a well-worn trope by now, so it’s not revolutionary. It is a great example of the form, though.
arthur weasley looks in the mirror of erised
he sees himself. his reflection looks the same, but there is a knowing glint in his eye. he knows, arthur realises. he knows exactly the function of a rubber duck.
- me, in tears: please, please just stop making typos, it's not that hard i promise
- my fingers: fcukc yoy
- 0. You play with friends to win some money.
- 1. You can't win, you can only break even.
- 2. You can only break even at absolute zero.
- 3. You can never reach absolute zero.
I think I’ve reblogged this before, but I need to do so again because BUNNIES!!!
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i want to force like 75% of male nerddom to watch this conversation
Rooney Mara so perfectly embodied this powerfully honest scene/character - it’s really no surprise, then, that David Fincher chose Mara to portray the legendary Lisbeth Salander in The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
STORY TIME:
I work in a decent sized, local, indie bookstore. It’s a great job 99% of the time and a lot of our customers are pretty neat people. Any who, middle of the day this little old lady comes up. She’s lovably kooky. She effuses how much she loves the store and how she wishes she could spend more time in it but her husband is waiting in the car (OH! I BETTER BUY HIM SOME CHOCOLATE!), she piles a bunch of art supplies on the counter and then stops and tells me how my bangs are beautiful and remind her of the ocean (“Wooooosh” she says, making a wave gesture with her hand)
Ok. I think to myself. Awesomely happy, weird little old ladies are my favorite kind of customer. They’re thrilled about everything and they’re comfortably bananas. I can have a good time with this one. So we chat and it’s nice.
Then this kid, who’s been up my counter a few times to gather his school textbooks, comes up in line behind her (we’re connected to a major university in the city so we have a lot of harried students pass through). She turns around to him and, out of nowhere, demands that he put his textbooks on the counter. He’s confused but she explains that she’s going to buy his textbooks.
He goes sheetrock white. He refuses and adamantly insists that she can’t do that. It’s like, $400 worth of textbooks. She, this tiny old woman, bodily takes them out of her hands, throws them on the counter and turns to me with a intense stare and tells me to put them on her bill. The kid at this point is practically in tears. He’s confused and shocked and grateful. Then she turns to him and says “you need chocolate.” She starts grabbing handfuls of chocolates and putting them in her pile.
He keeps asking her “why are you doing this?” She responds “Do you like Harry Potter?“ and throws a copy of the new Cursed Child on the pile too.
Finally she’s done and I ring her up for a crazy amount of money. She pays and asks me to please give the kid a few bags for his stuff. While I’m bagging up her merchandise the kid hugs her. We’re both telling her how amazing she is and what an awesome thing she’s done. She turns to both of us and says probably one of the most profound, unscripted things I’ve ever had someone say:
“It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.”
The kid thanks her again and leaves. I tell her again how awesome she is. She’s staring out the door after him and says to me: “My son is a homeless meth addict. I don’t know what I did. I see that boy and I see the man my son could have been if someone had chosen to be kind to him at just the right time.”
I’ve bagged up all her stuff and at this point am super awkward and feel like I should say something but I don’t know what. Then she turns to me and says: I wish I could have bangs like that but my darn hair is just too curly.“ And leaves.
And that is the story of the best customer I’ve ever had. Be kind to somebody today.

![TLDR: One year ago, I painted portrait as the last piece for my solo exhibition. The subject is one of my favourite people in the universe; I miss her dearly.
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