okay but why don’t more people talk about Night at the Museum like
poc characters and people being portrayed by poc people
this movie is so good
and it has one of the funniest, best, most ridiculous friendships in movie history
and you have Robin Williams as Teddy Roosevelt I mean
and if all that didn’t convince you there’s also a t-Rex skeleton that plays fetch with one of its own ribs
THIS MOVIE
DON’T FORGET THE QUIRKY AND FUNNY IMMORTAL VILLAIN SQUAD LED BY DICK VAN DYKE
OR THE EASTER ISLAND HEAD THAT LOVED BUBBLEGUM (or, as he called it, gum-gum)
OR THE FACT THAT THEIR HISTORICALLY-ACCURATE CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS DIDN’T SPEAK ENGLISH
Ok that’s a pretty good pitch.
Night at the Museum is seriously one of the most underappreciated movie franchises - and one of my favourites. A a giant history and film nerd, it was so refreshing to see such ACCURATE portrayals, without losing any of the huomor or the heart. I love it
What have you been rolling in, you dirty thing? *casually flips nature’s furry meat grinder on its side in slippery pit* TSK you even got mud in your toes, what a naughty beast
i am so confused that the puma is tolerating this
has it even heard of pumas?
look at the squinty eyes, it’s enjoying a nice grooming. :3
Can’t get this kind of treatment in the wild, after all. All cats love luxury.
have y’all seen that nasa pic of the earth with the sun behind it on the night time side it really really fucked me up my own soul became solid and like………….. weeped!
who wouldn’t see this and then look deeply into their own emotional playing field to see what improvements could be made purely inspired by the vulnerable earth. this is the face of all literal gods
That’s actually called the Overview Effect- something experienced by some astronauts that makes them see that “from space, national boundaries vanish, the conflicts that divide people become less important, and the need to create a planetary society with the united will to protect this “pale blue dot” becomes both obvious and imperative”.
When Ron, frustrated with studying for NEWTs and with Hermione’s anxious sixth-year nagging, explains to her what reading is like for him, Hermione’s breath catches. “Ron, you’re dyslexic,” she says, softly, and instantly regrets every snide comment she’s ever made towards his study habits.
Soon, by asking around, Hermione amasses a list of spells for Ron to try - some stilling the page, some changing the font of books for easy reading, some going after Ron’s temporal lobe directly.
These help, a little, but not as much as knowing there’s a word for why reading is so hard for him. That it’s normal, that he’s not stupid, and that Hermione suddenly helps instead of criticizes, looks for solutions rather than complains, praises instead of gloats.
