The Mouse Hole
Welcome to the mouse hole, ladies, gents and other persons. I'd call it a shrine to Lisa Frank, but Lisa Frank actually had taste.

On this blog you will find a variety of shit, such as but never limited to: fandom, cursing, video games, movies, critical analysis of all the above, and the occasional doodle.

Warning: Resident blogger is a rare breed of filthy Texan democratic-socialist, very queer, very here, and not going to shut up about any of it. Opinions will be had, arguments will be basted in hot sauce, and gifs will be posted.

ymirxkrista:

shepardtaichou:

there’s a really big difference between “the writers want to put these two characters in a queer relationship but can’t because of censors” and “we’re going to keep putting these characters in queer situations and playing it off as a really funny joke”

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grimgrinninggirl:

witchyredhead:

bi-privilege:

"she can’t be bisexual! she’s in a relationship with a man!"

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Perfect use of that gif. Thank you.

#My name is Inigo Montoya you erased my sexuality prepare to die

Witchy those tags are perf omg

frankunderwood:

Anthony Mackie photographed by Gregg Delman

(Source: hermione)

oh god the soap scene asdlfk;jsdflkjsd

Does this dude really not understand how shady it sounds when he demands straight off my answering the phone to know the business owners name and the address of our company? Not top mention colossally fucking rude. Especially when he demands it like he’s fucking entitled to the information and getting audibly annoyed when I don’t immediately answer? Like I know you’re claiming to be a lawyer Burt I gotta tell you dude you sounds more like a scammer.

Imma just put this out here but like… having more than one female cast member isn’t some get out of jail free card for misogyny (internalized or other wise). Neither is two female cast members who speak to each other.

HOW they speak to and about each other is a huge factor in this equation — maybe even more important ibn some ways than the simple existence of these characters.

For example, you can give me a sole female cast member and I’m going to still think more kindly of the whole piece if she’s affected by and lovingly refers to other women in her life—like a mother who taught her everything she knows or a friend close enough to be her sister or even something as simple as just being nice to female “npcs”— I’ll like that a ton more than yet another story where the only female cast members are constantly belittling and snipeing at each other while every connection of importance to them are male. Male heros male teachers male friends…

None of this is anything new I’m just tired of reading these YA MCs who seen to go out of thier way to reject every other woman in a thousand mile radius… typically while the men try to talk them into giving other women a chance. Like what even is that

stele3:

orionsnacks:

in the movie a little boy recognises steve at the captain america exhibit. it’s my headcanon that a little girl recognises bucky when he goes to the smithsonian exhibit to find out who he really is

because little girls have heroes too

"You should tie your hair back," a little girl with pitch-black hair says to the Winter Soldier. He stares down at her, silent, but she continues undeterred. "Mommy says that we need to have our hair tied back or we’ll trip over things because we can’t see. She makes me wear these—" She displays her wrist, which is encircled by a rainbow of different hair bands. "—because mine keep falling out. You can’t fight evil if you can’t see it. I want to be a police officer when I grow up. Are you a…"

She trails off, her eyes steadily getting bigger. They dart to the large digital image of James Buchanan Barnes, then back to his face. The Winter Soldier’s eyes dart, too, over the exits and the crowd and the girl’s distracted mother—attempting to corral three other black-haired children—before landing back on the girl’s face, where an improbable grin has begun to grow.

"I knew it," she whispers.

The Winter Soldier blinks down at her, thrown off by the delight in her expression. No one is ever happy to see the Soldier.

The girl reins in her wide grin and does her own scan of the crowd. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. People can’t handle the truth. But I can.” She turns her shining eyes back to the Soldier.

Slowly, very slowly, the Soldier reaches out with hands that have broken, maimed, strangled, shot, stabbed, and ripped apart human flesh. His voice creaks out of him, rusty with disuse. “Can I have a hair tie?”

Without taking her eyes off him, the girl rolls a light blue one out of the rainbow and hands it over.