Flash Gordon: Zeitgeist
THIS IS SERIOUSLY A SALAD DRESSING COMMERCIAL
WHAT ARE YOU REALLY TRYING TO SELL
equal sexual representation between both genders on tv
i will reblog this over and over until my fingers bleed from reblogging
Lets get zesty
IS THIS WHAT IT’S LIKE FOR MEN TO SEE COMMERCIALS ALL THE TIME?
I’M HONESTLY MOSTLY EXCITED BECAUSE HE IS COOKING
Ladies, it’s back!
I am perfectly cool with ads like this. Sexy stuff for everyone, men and women!
ppl my age have children what the hell i am a children
I feel the same way… except I know people who have frickin’ grandchildren.
realistically the space under my bed is very small so if a monster did in fact live there it would have to also be very small
it would be some kind of baby monster
i would have to look after it
The true horror: responsibility
The premise of minimum wage, when it was introduced, was that a single wage earner should be able to own a home and support a family. That was what it was based on; a full time job, any job, should be able to accomplish this.
The fact people scoff at this idea if presented nowadays, as though the people that ring up your groceries or hand you your burgers don’t deserve the luxury of a home and a family, is disgusting.
Wedge: Here’s the truth: I kill the enemy so someone, somewhere - probably someone I’ve never met and never will meet - will be happy.
Cheriss: That doesn’t make sense.
Wedge: Yes, it does. I told you how I lost my parents. Nothing I ever do can make up for that loss. But if I put myself in the way of people just as bad as the ones who killed my family, if I burn them down, then someone else they would have hurt gets to stay happy. That’s the only honorable thing about my profession. It’s not the killing. It’s making the galaxy a little better.
Wedge Antilles: the unsung hero of the Original Trilogy.
ARG. I am so sick of “patriotism” tests and that certain category of “proud Americans” who think that you don’t love your country if you’re not wearing a flag pin in your lapel. Honestly, the flag has been so thoroughly co-opted (and corrupted) by right-wing douchebags that I now tend to see it more as a symbol of political views I detest than of our country, and how sad is that?
Jean Rogers and Buster Crabbe in Flash Gordon, 1936.
Ending my evening’s Tumblring as it began, with my man Flash…
A man and his car, 1957.