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This is literally a Tumblr classroom.

Bonus!

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omfg what movie is this?????

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Only the second best 90’s teen rom-com, 10 Things I Hate About You. 

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Can I just…

#the best was Clueless

I’m not sure why we decided to make so many 90s teen movies based on previous literary works, but when the plot meshed well with the high school setting some of them really shone.

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Don’t Read The Latin: Haunted Houses | Jenga Loves Movies

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New Post has been published on http://jengaloves.com/2014/09/dont-read-the-latin-haunted-houses/

Don’t Read The Latin: Haunted Houses

We’re back! Welcome to another episode with your hosts Jennifer Lovely and Michael Montoure, who have finally managed to overcome their scheduling difficulties and sit down and record a new episode for the first time in a month! We missed you! Did you miss us?

Please say you missed us.

Well, anyway, this time we’re talking about one of our very favorite sub-genres of horror — the haunted house movie! We talk about classics like The Haunting, The Innocents, The Uninvited, and Poltergeist; newer films like Haunter; and many, many others.

Ummm — yes, there’s usually a list here of all of the films we mention in an episode, but … . this time we forgot to take notes while editing the show. (Remember how we said we hadn’t done this in like a month … ?)

Here instead are the links to a couple of short films we did mention during the episode. (You’ll need to be logged into your Facebook account to watch this first one properly. You’ll see why. Good luck sleeping tonight.)

And here is a trailer for something else we talk about in the episode — the new film from the writer and director of “You’re Next.” We skipped out on recording last week so we could go to a free preview screening, and we completely loved it.

That’s about it. Give it a listen, tell your friends, and we’ll see you in two weeks, when we’ll be kicking off the Halloween season!

I missed you! I was, no joke, sitting at my desk at 9 this morning wondering when you’d update. Fantastic timing. :)

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WOOED THE WORD YOU’RE LOOKING FOR IS WOOED

GUESS WHOSE TAGS ARE TOTALLY GETTING REBLOGGED

Star-struck Interviewer: “You must miss the good old days.”

Steve Rogers: “I grew up in a tenement slum. Rats, lice, bedbugs, one shared bathroom per floor with a bucket of water to flush, cast iron coal-burning stove for cooking and heat. Oh, and coal deliveries - and milk deliveries, if you could get it - were by horse-drawn cart. One summer I saw a workhorse collapse in the heat, and the driver started beating it with a stick to make it get up. We threw bricks at the guy until he ran away. Me and Bucky and our friends used to steal potatoes or apples from the shops. We’d stick them in tin cans with some hot ashes, tie the cans to some twine, and then swing ‘em around as long as we could to get the ashes really hot. Then we’d eat the potato. And there were the block fights. You don’t know what a block fight was? That’s when the Irish or German kids who lived on one block and the Jewish or Russian kids who lived on the next block would all get together into one big mob of ethnic violence and beat the crap out of each other. One time I tore a post out of a fence and used it on a Dutch kid who’d called Bucky a Mick. Smacked him in the head with the nails.”

Interviewer: “LET’S TALK ABOUT THE INTERNET.”

Steve Rogers: “I love cat pictures.”

(Many biographical details are taken from Streetwise, either from Jack Kirby’s autobiographical story or Nick Cardy’s contribution: http://twomorrows.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=52&products_id=513 )

it got better

I really like this post, but I take issue with this section of the reblogged tags:  

As someone planning to work in museums, I can tell you right now that the Smithsonian probably had to fight tooth and nail to honestly and faithfully represent the diversity of the Howling Commandos. Museums of that caliber are much like libraries in terms of providing free knowledge and are committed to accuracy and proper representation of history.

Especially given the National Air and Space Museum’s history with the Enola Gay controversy (short version: NASM was forced to cancel the planned exhibit because it focused too much on the Japanese casualties of the atom bomb and not enough on the justifications for the bomb or its role in ending the war), it’s far more likely that any erasure of Jones or Morita was caused by competing interest groups and political machinations, not by the curators, exhibit designers, or the Smithsonian Institution itself. They were probably overjoyed at Steve’s righteous anger over weakened representation of Jones and Morita and I can imagine they pulled out their original designs and asked if he could publicly announce his approval for them so they could fix what politics had wrought.

WHOA THERE. As someone who actually does work in the museum field and has for some years, and someone who regularly networks with other museologists and attends national and regional conferences, I really don’t think this is right. Museums - especially a national museum like the Smithsonian - fall all over themselves these days to represent diversity. I mean, we compete with EVERY OTHER ENTERTAINMENT SOURCE for visitors - we have to represent everyone to attract visitors from all backgrounds and walks of life (this is the most cynical argument for this, but really it’s not just to compete for people’s disposable income, but also because it’s an imperative part of responsible, relevant museum-ing in 21st century America).

And the Smithsonian is a government-run museum. Do you guys know how many governmental diversity-in-museums/parks initiatives there are out there?  A LOT. And they are taken seriously, because they make sense (and because funding). Let’s not pretend that the Smithsonian represents diversity perfectly, but in this particular (fictional) example, I just can’t agree.

I’m also not sure how this is analogous to the Enola Gay controversy. I mean, if I put on my what-would-it-be-like-to-be-a-bigot hat, I can see the argument that people were trying to make (it’s very us-vs-them). The Enola Gay, and the event it represents, also (rightfully so) brings up a lot of uncomfortable feelings for a lot of Americans. But Gabe and Morita are both American soldiers? I mean. I think the only people who would have objected to their inclusion in the exhibit would have been the fringiest bigots around. If there were really people trying to stop representation of people of color (and their struggles in American society) in American government-run museums, would we have Manzanar National Historic Site? Or Minidoka National Historic Site? Or Little Rock Central High School NHS? I don’t mean to be Pollyanna-ish here, I know that there’s still work to do, but maybe I just have a different view of where museums are now and where we’re hoping to go to make sure that all Americans are represented.

And besides, it’s not like Gabe and Morita were invisible from the record. There were documents, and newsreels and photographs. (And then there’s the speculation that Peggy married Jones). (Which brings up the idea of WHY would the Smithsonian have had to wait for STEVE to see the exhibit when Peggy and the Commandos’ descendants were around?). (Really, politically, there probably would have been more objection to the representation of the non-American members of the Commandos (i.e. the whole “let’s not give the French too much credit for WWII, amiright?” thing). (The bigger controversy would have been if they hadn’t included Jones and Morita, or if they’d given them poor treatment. That would have brought the roof down before Steve even got there).

I’m just downright salty today, guys. Don’t mind me.

You said what I was trying to say far more eloquently than I did. Thank you so much.

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Children. They were teaching children. 
Rowena, Godric, Salazar; they tended to forget that. They saw young minds, young acolytes - eyes that would look up to them. Not innocence. Not childish wonder.
Toughen them, said Godric.
Make them smart, said Rowena.
And ambitious, above all, said Salazar.
But war and the real world; that was not where children belonged. Aye, they would belong one day, but it was not their part to turn them cruel, make them hard, make their eyes dart sideways always looking for ways to twist the world to further their own ends. They were to protect them. Shield them from the worst so that some good, some kindness would find its way into an ever darkening world. To give them weapons and teach them how to use them, but never tell them that those weapons were their only hope.
She’d seen in all the battles she’d rode out to just how dark the world could be. Was it not their duty to bring light into this world? To fight darkness with light; not with more darkness - with divisiveness and strife and hatred?
I will take them all, she said. 
I will protect the ones you will not. I will save them. I will give them a home. They will be the last rays of all that is good in this world. I will teach them kindness. I will teach them loyalty. I will teach them selflessness. 
I will teach them how to be the backbone, the heart of this world. I will teach them how to stand steadfast, when all hope is lost. 
I will teach them how to be human, to be more than just one single word.
No, she knew, theirs would not be an easy path, or a glorious one. They would have no songs. No great tales in books. No laurels. No consolation, no thanks.
But they would be the reason why, when the darkness finally came, all of them in all their different colours would stand shoulder to shoulder and draw their wands as brothers in arms.
Not for achievements. Not for trophies. Not for power. 
For goodness. For hope.
And when the time came for them to choose the words that would forever guide the children that would come to them, Helga smiled and engraved, upon a bronze plaque, these words:
Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.
(But her students remembered a very different set of words. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.)
(Helga Hufflepuff requested by boney-eyes-jefferson)

#and this my friends is why no one is quite sure what a hufflepuff really is#the answer is: everyone #they come in a million different shapes and sizes#they could be braver than gryffindors #and more cunning and more ambitious than slytherins #even smarter than ravenclaws #but they all come to hufflepuff #and there learn to be loyal and fair and goodhearted #and that quite possibly #is why hufflepuff has hardly any dark witches and wizards #because they have learnt how to be the very last line of defence #before chaos takes over the world #and thisTHIS is the sleeping dragon you do not tickle #because if they can’t protect the earth you can be damned well sure they’ll avenge it #look i gave myself hufflepuff feels

wilsontoyourhouse:

thepostmodernpottercompendium:

Children. They were teaching children

Rowena, Godric, Salazar; they tended to forget that. They saw young minds, young acolytes - eyes that would look up to them. Not innocence. Not childish wonder.

Toughen them, said Godric.

Make them smart, said Rowena.

And ambitious, above all, said Salazar.

But war and the real world; that was not where children belonged. Aye, they would belong one day, but it was not their part to turn them cruel, make them hard, make their eyes dart sideways always looking for ways to twist the world to further their own ends. They were to protect them. Shield them from the worst so that some good, some kindness would find its way into an ever darkening world. To give them weapons and teach them how to use them, but never tell them that those weapons were their only hope.

She’d seen in all the battles she’d rode out to just how dark the world could be. Was it not their duty to bring light into this world? To fight darkness with light; not with more darkness - with divisiveness and strife and hatred?

I will take them all, she said. 

I will protect the ones you will not. I will save them. I will give them a home. They will be the last rays of all that is good in this world. I will teach them kindness. I will teach them loyalty. I will teach them selflessness.

I will teach them how to be the backbone, the heart of this world. I will teach them how to stand steadfast, when all hope is lost. 

I will teach them how to be human, to be more than just one single word.

No, she knew, theirs would not be an easy path, or a glorious one. They would have no songs. No great tales in books. No laurels. No consolation, no thanks.

But they would be the reason why, when the darkness finally came, all of them in all their different colours would stand shoulder to shoulder and draw their wands as brothers in arms.

Not for achievements. Not for trophies. Not for power.

For goodness. For hope.

And when the time came for them to choose the words that would forever guide the children that would come to them, Helga smiled and engraved, upon a bronze plaque, these words:

Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.

(But her students remembered a very different set of words. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.)

(Helga Hufflepuff requested by boney-eyes-jefferson)

#and this my friends is why no one is quite sure what a hufflepuff really is#the answer is: everyone #they come in a million different shapes and sizes#they could be braver than gryffindors #and more cunning and more ambitious than slytherins #even smarter than ravenclaws #but they all come to hufflepuff #and there learn to be loyal and fair and goodhearted #and that quite possibly #is why hufflepuff has hardly any dark witches and wizards #because they have learnt how to be the very last line of defence #before chaos takes over the world #and thisTHIS is the sleeping dragon you do not tickle #because if they can’t protect the earth you can be damned well sure they’ll avenge it #look i gave myself hufflepuff feels

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