#degrees Hughes

[falsekingfrancis]

I have made an objectively better temperature measurement system. Better than Fahrenheit, better than Celsius. It’s called ✨degrees Hughes✨

100°F=100°H

0°C=0°H

And room temperature is about 55 degrees

I also spent way too much time making a calculator so you can use it in your everyday life. Everyone should use this it’s better.

[mischievous-thunder]

Bonus:

[starlightseraph]

i actually hate house and wilson like what do you mean you talk about railing each other constantly and you live together and you’re the only people you want during the most important times of your lives and you canonically say i love you but when one of you is dying you refuse to say it unless they try everything imaginable to survive and you quite literally can’t live without each other and you nearly die multiple times because of it and you save yourselves for each other and you run away from everyone and everything to ride off in the sunset together and live out the last days of your lives just with each other. what do you fucking mean.

[melancholyghoul]

This is an actual slide in my social psychology class

[arizonatei]

Deadpool and Wolverine was so disappointing in the quality of low brow humor, misogyny, and lack of care put into deep multifaceted characters. Don't get me wrong, Deapool is raunchy and crass, and I love that, but so many of the jokes were lazy and full of "don't be woke" undertones. The progression of the plot and quality of narrative was lacking, and I'm in awe no one is talking about it.

[dogwithablog-official]

GO fandom I have a question: when/if you (re)read the book do you picture show Aziraphale and Crowley or do you have separate mental images for the book guys (if so, feel free to describe)??

[star-spangled-man]

girl not the hugh jackman bandwagon

my brother in christ my favourite movie as a child was flushed away bc I had a crush on that hot gaslighting rat, I am afraid I have been here for quite a while now

[fairyblue-alchemist]

*look at your tags on the post you reblogged from me and giggles*

Love you Zuzu /p

I hope you’re having a good day <3

hehe i'm glad my tags made you giggle ♡♡♡ because hey wtf-

ilyt zephie ♡♡♡ /p i'm having a pretty nice day and i hope you're having a good one too ♡♡♡♡♡

[mattellaneous]

Tag Drop: Benoit Edition

[sammysamstuff]

He’s a genius and doesn’t know it 😂

#more banger lines written by hugh dancy

[litapeanut]

Isabella of France VS Hugh Despenser

My cat modeled for all four historical figures — simply because I don’t know what these people looked like

Left background figure (wearing armour and waving pom poms) Roger Mortimer, Isabella’s alleged lover

Left foreground figure (wearing a red dress with armour and holding a pole axe) Isabella of France

Right foreground figure (wearing a hat and holding a sword) Hugh Despenser, Edward II’s alleged lover

Right background figure (wearing kingly attire and shedding tears) Edward II, Isabella’s husband

I found this particular fragment of history fascinating because it showed us the ruthless ambition of both women and queer men in medieval times, a contrast to society’s common perception of them from that era. This manuscript by the French chronicler Jean De Wavrin is not only a gruesome retelling of this event, but also a campy propaganda ; Have I not seen this manuscript from an exhibition, I’d never know these people existed, it also shows that historical women and queer men were sidelined in collective consciousness.

I’d like to read Alison Weir’s She-wolf of France to know more.

Manuscript by Jean De Wavrin from the “Medieval women” exhibition at the British Library.

[a-pigeons-soliloquy]

found my lecturer's wikipedia page yesterday (that he definitely made himself lol) and calculated that he would have been at school with both hugh dancy(!!!) and rishi sunak(:/), it was so surreal

[sam-not-sammie]

Ok so a lot of people wanted me to elaborate on this so I took a minute to really articulate my thoughts. (And a sincere thanks to everyone for their patience and curiosity)

To start, I want to say that I have a degree in Film and Television with a concentration in writing for the screen, so this is a topic that is very close to home for me.

The inclusion of any of the female characters was reductionist and surface level. All of these women are incredibly powerful and strong individuals, while also having distinct personalities and emotions in the comics/other films they are in.

With this movie, all distinct personality traits and emotions were stripped away in order to focus on them supporting the men and propelling them toward the plot. From Electra and the Head of the TVA not passing the Sexy Lamp Test to the reduction of Vanessa, Cassandra, and Laura Kinney’s entire characters, the women of this movie are degraded to mean nothing more than how they serve or relate to the men around them.

The worst part is, so much of this is subtle and passed off as jokes! (Which normalizes these things to general audiences)

One of the biggest issues to me was reducing Vanessa to nothing more than a stripper. We have seen in both comics and movies that Vanessa is so much more than that, not just in her relationship to Wade, but also as an individual! (Not to mention that this joke specifically demeans actual sex workers, and reduces them to their professions as opposed to the multifaceted individuals they are.)

To have it thrown in Wade’s face that he “couldn’t even save a relationship with a goddamn stripper” implies overall that relationships with sex workers are “easy” or that Wade’s worth was less because Vanessa broke up with him as a stripper. That entire line is used as a dig toward Wade at the expense of Vanessa.

This is even more frustrating because we even see that the relationship failed due to Wade’s unhealed attachment style and not for any lack of trying on Vanessa’s part.

As for Cassandra, she is an incredible force to be reckoned with and easily one of the most intimidating antagonists we have seen to-date in a Marvel film. From the start, we are introduced to her as Charles Xavier’s sister. She is such a powerful character both in the comics and in the film, so to solely identify her with Charles Xavier as her main relation to the world and plot is incredibly reductionist. Then, to have all other male characters constantly take the piss out of her in such vulgar and sexist language—which was over the line even for a Deadpool movie— only to then have her taken out by a glorified battery (when literally any male villain would have been given a gratuitous fight scene) overall undermines the fact that she is an “omega level threat.” If that was the case, then why the hell didn’t they portray her that way?

And don’t even get me started on how they continuously made it a point to remark how her powers were r*pey. Like yes there was a level of non-consent to it, but 1: they never treated Charles’s powers like this and 2: you can make a remark about it being intrusive and non-consensual without constantly making light of a very real issue like r*pe and non-consent. (There were far too many r*pe jokes in this fucking movie for my taste ESPECIALLY with Wade being a literal survivor of SA.)

As for Laura, they watered her down to the point that she basically had no reaction whatsoever to being able to see Logan again, and while it wasn’t her Logan, there was no reason to make her as flat of a character as they did. The only moment that even focused on her at all was for her to urge Logan to progress the plot. They could have made that interaction so much more, and instead they took this incredibly in depth dynamic and made it about her supporting him. For a character who had to bury her dad, to see that she had no reaction to seeing even a semblance of her Logan again was a disservice to all that had happened previously, even going so far as to totally invalidate and undermined the plot significance of Logan (2017).

I definitely have so many more thoughts about this movie and how more than half of the jokes were distasteful, but I can talk about this forever so I’ll leave it here for now.

Hey the overwhelming amount of misogyny in the new Deadpool movie was NOT it gang.

[whimsiwitchy]

we broke up (one shot)

hugh jackman x f!reader

summary: you get dragged to a work event by your boyfriend of three years when Hugh comes to flirt with you. after you reluctantly tell him you’re taken, he backs off for the most part. a few months later, Hugh tells the story during an interview but little does he know you’re single now. 

warnings: implied age gap (not mentioned), flirting while in a relationship (kinda)

authors note: here's a little oneshot I wrote tonight. enjoy <33

You’d been with your boyfriend, Rowan, for a few years now. He earned a degree in marketing and immediately got a job for a studio. While he enjoys his job and it brings in good money, the events he dragged you to were unbelievably boring. The company he worked for always had big parties after a success on a project. At first they were interesting, often running into celebrities here and there given that it was the success of their movie, but lately you found yourself sitting at the bar more often than not. It was routine at this point. Rowan would show you off for the first hour, then he would toss you aside to fend for yourself. You weren’t the biggest social butterfly, hence why you liked to sit alone, drinking. 

Tonight wasn’t any different. You were at another party for the successful marketing for Deadpool and Wolverine. You’d heard a few whispers that the stars of the movie themselves were somewhere wandering around but you hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing them. Rowan dumped you at the bar a little over thirty minutes ago and you’ve been sipping on some fruity little drink ever since, completely in your own world. You made small talk with the bartender every once and a while but you were mainly people watching. 

“Mind if I join?” A deep Australian accent asks. You look up and see a gorgeous older man. He was wearing a dark blue suit with a pair of black expensive looking glasses. He was deliciously tall and had a thich salt and pepper beard. “Uh no, go ahead.” He sits in the bar stool next to you. He orders a drink from the bartender before returning his attention back to you. “Pardon me if this is too forward but you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” The comment takes you aback. “Oh um, thank you. That’s really sweet of you to say.” He looks down to your glass that’s nothing but melted ice at this point. “Can I buy you another drink?” He asks. “You probably shouldn’t. I’m taken…sadly.” You whisper the last part, unsure if he heard it or not. “Oh! I apologize for coming on to you. You’ve been sitting here by yourself for so long, I thought you might have come alone.” You huff out a laugh. “My boyfriend works for the company. He’s out there socializing or whatever.” You shrug and signal to the bartender, asking for another drink. “That’s a shame. If you were mine, you’d be on my arm all night.” He smirks. “Is that right?” You smile at him. Before he can answer, you feel your phone vibrate with a text from Rowan that reads ‘where are you babe? Time to leave.’ 

“Well, the boyfriends calling, I gotta go.” You carefully climb out of the chair and grab your jacket and purse off of the back. As you start to walk away, the man speaks again. “Wait! What’s your name?” You turn back to face him. “Y/n.” He smiles and repeats it. “I’m Hugh.” His answer surprises you. “Oh! Congrats on the movie. I didn’t even recognize you at first with the beard and all.” He laughs. “Bye Hugh.” You wave before walking off.

—

It’s been a few months since that night in July, it being September now. You and Rowan had broken up mid-August, both of you agreeing that the relationship wasn’t going anywhere. It hurt for a little bit but you knew it was for the best. Living with him had been awkward as you searched for a new place, deciding that he can keep the current apartment. You wanted a fresh start, which is where you are now. Tonight was your first night in your new apartment. You didn’t have any furniture yet but you were happy. You bought an air mattress to make do until you could afford an actual bed. 

It was around midnight and you were doing your nightly youtube watch. You were scrolling through your recommended videos when you saw Hugh’s face pop up. It was an interview posted a few minutes ago from him on some late night show you’d never heard of. You clicked on it, wanting to hear what the man was up to these days. The interview was a standard one, mostly questions on his upcoming movie about some sheep. You weren’t really paying attention, close to dozing off when a question peaked your interest. 

“So Hugh, it’s almost been a year since the announcement of your divorce and the fans wanna know…How’s your dating life doing? Are you seeing anyone?” The woman asks, wiggling her eyebrows. Hugh lets out a big laugh. “I’m actually not seeing anyone. It’s funny you ask because the last time I even attempted to flirt with a woman she turned me down.” The interviewer's eyebrows shoot up in shock. She gasps before asking, “How could anyone turn you down? We need to know the full story here.” 

“Ryan and I were at this party for the marketing team that worked on Deadpool and Wolverine and I saw this absolutely gorgeous girl sitting at the bar all alone.” The interviewer is nodding her head, engaging with every word Hugh says. “I eyed her for a while to see if anyone was with her but she sat there alone for a good thirty minutes before Ryan hyped me up to go over there. When I finally did, I ordered a drink and tried to play it cool but I felt the urge to tell this girl how stunning she was, so I did.” You giggle to yourself and you hear him tell the story from his point of view. “She thanked me and I offered to buy her another drink. I kid you not, in the prettiest voice I’ve ever heard she says ‘you probably shouldn’t, i’m taken.’” His hands go up to his chest, gripping right above his heart. “My heart broke mate. I flirted a little more in true Hugh fashion but she had to go. I haven’t been able to get her out of my head since.” 

“What a lucky woman, I’m sure she regrets it.” 

“Hey, I tried my best.” He shrugs before looking at the camera. “Y/n, if you ever break up with him. I’m all yours baby.” 

Your jaw drops, the sound of cheers blasting from your phone.  

‘we broke up. I’m all yours. @/RealHughJackman’ 

You hit send on the tweet and hoped it would be enough to bring him back to you.

thank you for reading <3

[milflaszlo]

a knives out prequel where benoit blanc is investigating a murder and hugh grant (aka phillip) is one of the suspects and he's sort of nervous around blanc which leads blanc to be suspicious so he purposefully spends more time with phillip just to suss out his behavior but at the end it turns out phillip didn't do anything he just liked blanc and was shy

here's my pitch for one of the scenes near the climax of the movie

blanc, monologuing: ... and it has not gone unnoticed, by the way - your frankly embarrassingly obvious attempts to endear me to you in order to cast suspicion off yourself! it has worked to a degree, i'll grant you, but a successful ruse is still a ruse philip, who really had not been doing anything of the sort: you... were endeared to me? blanc, slowly realizing: .... um. the

[luveline]

your bombshell!reader x spencer is feeding me so well, i'm obsessed!! SJSJS since we've seen reader jealous, is it possible to have a fic where it's spencer that's jealous?

thank u!! fem!reader

Your outfit today is simple. Pencil skirt, dark stockings, hair pristine. The thing that catches Spencer's attention, holds it between two squeezing palms, is the shirt and blazer ensemble you've styled. It's cut to fit, sleek and dark and hard to look away from. 

You brush past the back of Hotch's chair with a sigh, clearly unaware of the attention you're garnering from across the way. “What's wrong with him?” you ask. 

“The same thing as usual,” Hotch says. 

“It's not like we've ever instantly solved a case. Gideon knows this takes time.”

Elle pokes her tongue into her cheek, eyes flared wide. She says a lot without saying anything, flicking through the police files in front of her dispassionately.

“How come you stayed?”

It takes Spencer a moment to realise you're talking to him. “What?” 

“You didn't go with Gideon?” You hold your chin in your hand. “Not getting along anymore?” 

Spencer isn't not getting along with his mentor. He would've accompanied Gideon to meet with a past mass murderer, only you're here, and so he'd found unrelated reasons to stay. 

“We're fine,” Spencer says, not wanting to say more and give himself away. 

“Well, he took Morgan.” You pout, your voice dripping to a wistful whine. “What am I gonna do now without him? None of you guys ever wanna play with me.” 

Hotch smiles to himself. Spencer's stomach ties itself in knots, a tight noose that grows tighter still when you notice his expression and lean in toward your superior. “What's that smile for, Hotchner?” 

“Don't you have emails to look through?”  

You hold your cheek in your hand lightly, fingertips digging into the soft of your cheek. Your smile is like a kick to the chest, achingly sweet on such a pretty face. “No…” Your pinky digs into the corner of your mouth. “I don't remember that being on my agenda today.” 

“Consider it an addition.” 

Is Hotch flirting back? Spencer isn't sure why that strikes him so hard. Maybe because Hotch would actually have a chance with you if he wanted it; your flirting with Hotch is more real than if it were with Spencer, because Spencer is a twenty-something know-it-all who still dresses like his mom buys his clothes. 

“It's a lot of emails, boss,” you say. 

“You have time. Start with the ones sent by Hughes and work your way down.” Hotch slides the login information across the desk into your reach. 

You look at it unhappily. Look up at him. 

Just being looked at by you is a full body experience. Whenever you look at him, he begs himself to play it cool as Hotch is now, to treat it as the affectionate playfulness of a friend rather than serious flirting. He'd have a better chance of being taken seriously by you if he didn't blush whenever you so much as breathed in the same room. 

He wishes he could respond calmly like Hotch. (He wishes you'd flirt with him and him alone. He buries that deep.) 

Envy eats at his hands. Pins and needles he tries to shake away. His movements draw your attention, and your smile worsens, which is to say sweetens, like seeing him again is a treat for the eyes. 

“You'll help me, won't you, baby?” you ask.

He goes a little blind. 

Hotch and Elle watch the encounter with similar parts pity and amusement. 

“You can read through them so quickly, I could really use your…” —you drag your fingertips down your face until your nails are at your jaw— “expertise.” 

“Reid has his own tasks–” 

“I can help,” Spencer interrupts. 

You drop your hand from your face altogether. “Thank you. Have I mentioned how much I missed you while I was away?” 

“Only five times,” Elle says under her breath. 

“They try so very hard to keep us apart. It's not fair.” 

Because unlike Reid, you don't have multiple degrees. You're still learning, and you can't be here permanently, but your talent, your knack for profiling, is unignorable. You're guaranteed a place on the team as soon as you can prove yourself to Strauss. Without a Gideon to vouch for you, that could take a while, and yet you're never jealous of Spencer skipping a few hurdles to get here. 

If anything, you admire him. “They don't understand our bond, that's all. And together we're hard to beat. Isn't that right, Spence?” 

Perhaps Spencer shouldn't be jealous. You don't call Hotch by anything so saccharine, after all.