Something purple with a face

stuffmomnevertoldyou: gypsyastronaut: Battle of the Bulges!...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 17:18:20 +0200

stuffmomnevertoldyou:

gypsyastronaut:

Battle of the Bulges! (British Pathé - 1941)

Vintage fitspo!

misspixnmix: A quick doodle with some very streaky markers.

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 20:23:19 +0200

misspixnmix:

A quick doodle with some very streaky markers.

here's that bad advice you were hoping for: Ladies Be Shoppin'/Men Be Leavin' The Seat Up Part 837592

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 17:03:30 +0200

here's that bad advice you were hoping for: Ladies Be Shoppin'/Men Be Leavin' The Seat Up Part 837592:

thatbadadvice:

Dear Abby, 11 June 2013:

DEAR ABBY: I don’t understand divorced women and the restrictions they put on their exes about what they can and can’t do with their children. (“You can’t let him go to the pool party; he might drown”; “She can’t visit with your mother; she has a cat”; “Don’t make him…

thereconstructionists: Elizabeth Jane Cochrane (May 5, 1864 —...

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 09:08:36 +0200

thereconstructionists:

Elizabeth Jane Cochrane (May 5, 1864 — January 27, 1922), better known by her pen name, Nellie Bly, was a trailblazing journalist who not only paved the way for women in media at a time when women still didn’t have the right to vote, but also also championed the power of journalism as a tool of social justice.

In 1887, writing for Joseph Pulitzer’s pioneering New York World newspaper, she went undercover and feigned insanity for an investigative story on Women’s Lunatic Asylum on Blackwell’s Island after hearing of the appalling neglect, patient abuse, and brutality taking place at the institution. She went to extraordinary lengths to enact her diagnosis, then subjected herself to insufferable indignities. The exposé she wrote led to a grand jury investigation into the practices of the asylum, on which Bly was invited to collaborate and which spurred a $850,000 increase in the Department of Public Charities and Corrections budget for treating the mentally ill.

As Matthew Goodman aptly puts it in Eighty Days: Nellie Bly and Elizabeth Bisland’s History-Making Race Around the World ,

No female reporter before her had ever seemed quite so audacious, so willing to risk personal safety in pursuit of a story.

Indeed, only two years later, in November of 1889, Bly packed a single bag and set out to circumnavigate the globe, aiming to beat Jules Verne’s fantasy journey of Eighty Days Around the World. She braved formidable weather, risked deadly illness, and returned in “seventy-two days, six hours, eleven minutes and fourteen seconds.” So remarkable was her feat that it reverberated in a radio dramatization more than two decades after Bly’s death.

Early in her career, she went around and interviewed every major newspaper editor in New York at the time — all, of course, white males — about why there were so few, if any, women in journalism. The answers ranged from the unabashedly, matter-of-factly sexist (“Accuracy,” said Charles Anderson Dana, editor of the Sun, “is the greatest gift in a journalist. … Women are generally worse than men in this regard. They find it impossible not to exaggerate.”) to the misguidedly mannered (Reverend Dr. Hepworth, editor of the Herald, pointed out that papers were mainly in the business of scandal and sensation, and “a gentleman could not in delicacy ask a woman to have anything to do with that class of news.”) Bly’s resulting essay caused a furor as arguably the first major piece on gender politics in the media world.

But perhaps most admirable of all was how indefatigably she embodied that highest journalistic ideal of integrity and passion. Bly herself articulated it best, writing in The Evening-Journal a mere nineteen days before her death:

I have never written a word that did not come from my heart. I never shall.

Learn more: Brain Pickings | Eighty Days | Wikipedia

whipped cream on boobs is one of the most disgusting ideas ever, why would you want to mix perfectly...

Sun, 09 Jun 2013 18:42:00 +0200

whipped cream on boobs is one of the most disgusting ideas ever, why would you want to mix perfectly good whipped cream with boob sweat and oniony smells and skin and no

I’ll have my whipped cream on strawberries and cake and cocoa and bare and even on not quite ripe bananas thank you

Classy as fuck. Forgot to put on real shoes yesterday and went...

Sun, 09 Jun 2013 09:59:22 +0200

Classy as fuck. Forgot to put on real shoes yesterday and went around in my around-the-house ‘crocs’ for several hours at the mall.

I'm A Feminist, But I Don't Eat Pussy

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 22:30:17 +0200

I'm A Feminist, But I Don't Eat Pussy:

sugarysnarks:

vitaemachina:

foxachu:

jadefinitelyfelt:

Iâm a white male and I understand my privilege. I realize how lucky I am to not be a woman.

THIS IS SO STUPID

DIPSHIT ALERT
DIPAHIT ALERT

WEEOO WWEOO

“Vaginas are coooomplicated and MESSY WAH GROSS”

Where’s my fuckin bat

Jesus christ. I don’t even know where to start. I don’t care if this is meant to be humor or not, because it’s not funny AND I’ve heard this elsewhere from other people, and you know what, I am mad bro.

If you view anything sexual with your partner as a “chore”, you suck at communication with your partner.

If you think that oral sex is “more convenient” on a penis, you clearly have no imagination, because guess what? Lots of options.

“dishes using your tongue if the dishes were covered in smoked salmon that’s been sitting in the sun for a day” What are you, fucking twelve? First, everyone tastes differently, and secondly, I have literally never gone down on anyone where this is an apt description, ever, and I’ve got a pretty decent sample size. If you legitimately have taste issues, more frequent hygiene can assist with that.

The amount of “man, going down on vaginas is complicated, going down on penises is so easy” in this is just funny. I’ve dated people who were quite honestly not very good at performing oral sex. There is a difference between someone who knows & cares what they’re doing, and someone who is just opening their mouth. Saying otherwise is pretty damn demeaning.

Trivializing oral sex as performed on penises is part of this really shitty culture we live in where performing oral sex on a penis is considered to be easy, consequence free, and without a need for reciprocation - and frankly, that’s fucking selfish as heck.

“they probably taste like flesh” - ahahahahahaha. You’ll handwave away cleanliness and taste issues that could crop up with people performing oral sex on a penis, but you can unilaterally claim all vaginas everywhere are icky, gross, and taste bad.

“I’m not saying vaginas don’t serve a purpose. They feel really good when your penis is inside of them” - yeah, because that’s all they’re good for. Certainly don’t serve any other function. Nope. Certainly not there for procreation, or for enjoyment.

Not everyone who has a vagina is a woman, not everyone who has a penis is a dude.

All sexual activities aren’t for everyone, but such a staggering amount of these “arguments” I’ve heard from other people before.

If you’re getting looks of disappointment and boredom it’s because you’re doing it wrong. Not to be all TMI but it’s impossible for my partner NOT to know he’s doing it right.

To throw a strop about something that can be (and is often!) willingly done for mutual pleasure is immature and pathetic and I feel sorry for their previous partners.

witchchild: fishcustardandthecumberbeast: distelhawk: renners-...

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 20:40:56 +0200

witchchild:

fishcustardandthecumberbeast:

distelhawk:

renners-chick:

katieuplate:

moderndaywilliamtell:

drarryfan20:

Saw this on facebook and all i could think was poor hawkeye!

Okay, you know what, rant time. Tony says in the movie that Loki pissed off TWO master assassins. TWO. Not one. He didn’t just piss of Natasha Romanoff and some guy with a bow. He pissed off two of the best trained killers SHIELD has in its employ. He pissed off the world’s best marksman. He pissed off a trained swordsman. He pissed off someone that fought Natasha Romanoff, a character that ripped through ten armed and trained guards in a previous movie and is shown in comics to be a fucking badass of epic proportions, to a standstill.

We had an extra seat? Fuck no. Step back from the superhero, put your hands on your head, and listen up. Clinton Francis Barton is awesome. He is human and keeps up with people that aren’t even close. He puts his squishy little life on the line every time he goes out to save people and he does it with a smile on his face and an extra serving of sass. Clint Barton doesn’t need an extra seat. Clint Barton earned his way onto the Avengers. He has gone blind, deaf, died, been erased, had most of the bones in his body broken, had his brother nearly kill him WHILE HE WAS BLIND, AAAAAAND DID ALL OF THIS AFTER BEING BEATEN BY HIS FATHER AND ALMOST KILLED BY HIS MENTORS.

Clint Barton doesn’t need your extra seat.

What they said. Clint Barton is the bomb.

THIS!!!

Facebook douche? You should apply water to that bURN!

^^^^THIS^^^^

I’ve been a Barton fan for the last 20 years and i couldn’t have said that better myself.

CAW CAW MUTHAFUCKER.

HI YES THANK YOU

sweetfrost: fightfortheuser: negritaaa: just click, i promise...

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 20:39:07 +0200

sweetfrost:

fightfortheuser:

negritaaa:

just click, i promise you its not what you’re expecting.

A THOUSAND APPLAUSES

wow

sugarysnarks: tawnyscostumesandcuriosities: Blanka...

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 17:20:47 +0200

sugarysnarks:

tawnyscostumesandcuriosities:

Blanka Matragi

It’s like she’s wearing a dress made of paint :>

avocadogarden: padalekki: It’s Avocado Season best thing on...

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 17:19:55 +0200

avocadogarden:

padalekki:

It’s Avocado Season

best thing on the internet

sugarysnarks: captainexposition: shermansgallifreyan: oxboxer:...

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 17:11:01 +0200

sugarysnarks:

captainexposition:

shermansgallifreyan:

oxboxer:

feferipixies:

the-fandoms-are-cool:

everythingis19:

cosmicsyzygy:

Look, I made a gif of this most awesome wizard at the Leaky Cauldron!

DUDE IS READING ‘A BRIEF HISTORY OF TIME’ BY STEPHEN HAWKING

I NEVER REALIZED

are you serious

I always assumed wizards just ignored science, because the fact that “magic” exists, can explain anything. But there are MuggleBorn wizards, ones who, until they were eleven, lived in the real world and learned science and things. Did they all just abandon that normal, muggle knowledge, like Harry did? It’s always been there, itching in the back of my mind.

FOUR FOR YOU SCIENCE WIZARD

YOU GO SCIENCE WIZARD

can we point out that he’s doing wandless magic too

like voldemort couldnt even do that shit

molly fuckin weasley couldnt fuckin do that

who are you

Quick, somebody write a book series about the adventures of Magic Prodigy Science Wizard!!!

PLEASE SOMEONE JUST DO IT

Alan Baker had no use for wands, of course. If one were to Prior Incantato his outdated, duct-taped rod of walnut wood and dragon heartstring, its most recent use would have been the enchantment of the long-lived neurons in Alan’s own mind. This enchantment, possible only for those who were capable of seeing themselves as a complex amalgamation of neural impulses, allowed him to bypass both wands and words. Alan did this, not for show, not for power, but because wandwork distracted him from his reading.

Unfortunately, there was no legal spell to get rid of barflies.

“Hey- hey mate, you gotta- gotta minute to-“

Sobrius, Alan thought, placing one hand on his neighbor’s forehead without looking up. He pondered whether or not to cast a silencing barrier, even in violation of the Leaky Cauldron’s safety code.

“Thanks,” said the now-sober man, “Readin’ more of that Muggle trash, I see.”

Alan closed his eyes and counted to three, but when he opened them, the man was still there. Alan lowered his “muggle trash” in defeat, meeting the baggy, bloodshot eyes of the wizard sitting across from him.

Alan leaned forward, placing his hands steeple-like on the table. “Mr. Fletcher, do you know why time turners don’t send you into space?”

“The sky, y’mean? Cause they’re fer time turnin’, not apparation.”

Alan had to take a deep breath. “No,” he replied, “If time turners weren’t anchored to anything, the Earth’s rotation alone would be enough to ensure a time traveler’s demise. But someone at the ministry was clever enough to anchor them to a carefully guarded object that never moves relative to the Earth.”

“Fascinat’n,” slurred Mundungus, whose eyes had glazed over once it became clear that Alan didn’t actually have a time turner on him.

“But time turners are still very limited,” continued Alan, more to himself than to Mundungus, “They can’t go more than seven hours back, and not forward at all, and only in increments of one hour, and they only work on Earth… no, they’re very clumsy, if one truly pauses to think about it.”

“What’s yer point?”

“My point is that while wizards are slowly stagnating in their backwards remnant of the Dark Ages, Muggles are making progress, ever reaching for the light. Do you know that they don’t need magic to craft a hand of living silver?”

“Bah,” was Mundungus’s only reply, “You’d be best mates with that Weasley nutcase at the ministry, you would.”

Alan stood up, silently casting an infantes gelata to check for paradoxes. “I don’t know why I bother with you,” he sighed, “you’ve just wasted another two minutes of my time. Perhaps I bother because I have time to waste.”

And he twisted, as if to apparate, but instead faded out of existence with a distinct vworp. The air swirled in the wake of his departure, blowing back Mundungus’s straggly ginger hair.

“Muggleborns,” the short wizard muttered, then turned back to his drink.

••••••••

Thirty minutes earlier, Alan lounged contentedly within his quieting barrier, stirring his cup of tea absently and rereading one of his favourite Muggle books. He wondered, vaguely, which planet held the nearest sapient life, and what their magic would look like…

This rereading, however, would be slightly shorter than the last. Even within the barrier, the presence of another at the table tickled at Alan’s consciousness. He set down his book (rather forcefully, he had to admit,) and looked up. The bloodshot eyes of Mundungus Fletcher didn’t meet him when his own rose.

“Hello,” mouthed the man. Finite Incantatum, thought Alan.

“Hello,” he answered, “Can I help you?”

“No, not really. Well, maybe. Well, probably. Have you seen anything strange lately? Disappearing cats, people moving backwards, variances in the time vortex causing precise and intentional reversal of the course of events?”

Alan couldn’t help but stare. “Er…now that you mention it, I was just…” he trailed off as he glanced out the window and did a double take. There was a 1960s-style Muggle police telephone box in the middle of Diagon Alley. “…Is…is that a telephone box?”

“No. Yes. Recreation. Mock-up. Don’t worry, nobody will notice,” the man said, waving his hand dismissively even as he pulled on a pair of what appeared to be cheap 3-D glasses. “What I want to know,” he murmured conspiratorially, “is what’s giving you that floaty, aurary, bizarrey stuff all over you, because that should not be happening to a human. Person. I said person”

Alan’s eyebrows furrowed. “First of all, this is Diagon Alley. Most people out there wouldn’t know a police box from a pillbox, especially given it’s bright blue. Second of all, those glasses shouldn’t give you the ability to see what you’re seeing. And thirdly, Expelliarmus.”

“Expelliwhat?” the man squawked, just as a long, chunky metallic object with a blue tip shot out of his jacket pocket and into Alan’s hand. A quick Identification spell told him all he needed to know.

“Fuzzy logic neural interface configured for ease of use, limited nonverbal manipulation of mechanical and electronic objects…Interesting. And leaps and bounds beyond anything wizards or Muggles can conjure up. What are you?”

The man stared at him for a few minutes before breaking out in a wide smile. “Hello. I’m the Doctor. Let me tell you a little bit about the universe…”

OH MY GOOSSSSHHHHHHH YES GIVE THIS TO ME NOOWWWWW

Wow. I normally don’t read fanfics, but this was fascinating and made me want to know more. Even the last part with the Doctor ;)

stuffmomnevertoldyou: A Brazilian modeling agency has launched...

Wed, 05 Jun 2013 19:00:23 +0200

stuffmomnevertoldyou:

A Brazilian modeling agency has launched a series of anti-anorexia PSAs, “You Are Not a Sketch”.

Good idea. But why are the sketches like that in the first place?

wheniruletheworldillhavesnakes: Everywhere I look, on tumblr, on facebook, I see the GoT fandom...

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 22:30:02 +0200

wheniruletheworldillhavesnakes:

Everywhere I look, on tumblr, on facebook, I see the GoT fandom having a complete meltdown, and my decision to not get into it seems quite sane by now.

Stay out. Be safe.

sugarysnarks: helshades: circusbones: gregore: The Avengers...

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 22:28:19 +0200

sugarysnarks:

helshades:

circusbones:

gregore:

The Avengers give Peter Parker a ‘hair cut’.

“HOW.”

Hairy!

BIKINI WAXES

kitty-noodles: geekscoutcookies: lacquerandcandy: positivelype...

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 21:36:32 +0200

kitty-noodles:

geekscoutcookies:

lacquerandcandy:

positivelypersistentteach:

some-random-black-chick:

amen

Never been a truer statement.

God yes

SPEAKONIT

WHY DON’T MY PARENTS HAVE TUMBLRS SO THEY CAN SEE THIS WHEN I REBLOG IT

gurl-u-cray-cray: edenkestral: flyawaycastiel: frosty-butt: b...

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 21:35:46 +0200

gurl-u-cray-cray:

edenkestral:

flyawaycastiel:

frosty-butt:

becks28nz:

Lord of the Rings : Gender Swapped

WHAT IS THAT AND WHY DOESN’T IT EXIST YET

THIS IS AMAZING

HOW IS THIS SO FUCKING PERFECT

some of these are p interesting

dogmemory:

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 21:18:38 +0200

dogmemory:

casteilnovak: consultingsuperhusbands: youremindme-of-the-babe:...

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 21:12:14 +0200

casteilnovak:

consultingsuperhusbands:

youremindme-of-the-babe:

demondetoxmanual:

realizationsofafangirl:

Carry On My Wayward Son - Kansas

With violins.

You can’t deny this shit.

So this is what Superlock sounds like…

My goosebumps have goosebumps.

scroll through your dash with this playing. You’ll feel like a classy mother fucker. hells yeah.

“What we’re dealing with - Imgur”I...

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 13:13:00 +0200

“What we’re dealing with - Imgur”
I didn’t get this to work as I wanted, you have to click through.

Something purple with a face

stuffmomnevertoldyou: gypsyastronaut: Battle of the Bulges!...

misspixnmix: A quick doodle with some very streaky markers.

here's that bad advice you were hoping for: Ladies Be Shoppin'/Men Be Leavin' The Seat Up Part 837592

thereconstructionists: Elizabeth Jane Cochrane (May 5, 1864 —...

whipped cream on boobs is one of the most disgusting ideas ever, why would you want to mix perfectly...

Classy as fuck. Forgot to put on real shoes yesterday and went...

I'm A Feminist, But I Don't Eat Pussy

witchchild: fishcustardandthecumberbeast: distelhawk: renners-...

sweetfrost: fightfortheuser: negritaaa: just click, i promise...

sugarysnarks: tawnyscostumesandcuriosities: Blanka...

avocadogarden: padalekki: It’s Avocado Season best thing on...

sugarysnarks: captainexposition: shermansgallifreyan: oxboxer:...

stuffmomnevertoldyou: A Brazilian modeling agency has launched...

wheniruletheworldillhavesnakes: Everywhere I look, on tumblr, on facebook, I see the GoT fandom...

sugarysnarks: helshades: circusbones: gregore: The Avengers...

The Avengers give Peter Parker a ‘hair cut’.

kitty-noodles: geekscoutcookies: lacquerandcandy: positivelype...

gurl-u-cray-cray: edenkestral: flyawaycastiel: frosty-butt: b...

dogmemory:

casteilnovak: consultingsuperhusbands: youremindme-of-the-babe:...

“What we’re dealing with - Imgur”I...

I'm A Feminist, But I Don't Eat Pussy