THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER
they both look a little nervous about what the other one might write
then just the biggest smiles when they are reassured yet again how much they just love each otherI’m actually jealous rn
Can they not be so fucking cute?!
don’t you think it’s kind of funny that we have these characters with magical powers that go on incredible adventures and do amazing things and that’s really impressive but after a while we’re like “okay so what if they just owned a coffee shop. imagine them filing their taxes”
For structures that have no entry steps, ConvertaStep also makes ramps of three sizes that come in a manual as well as automatic version.
This welcome mat converts into a fully accessible wheelchair ramp. Beautiful and functional design. I want it.
Some more info, for people who are interested.
First of all, I can’t believe this has almost 3,000 notes. I’m so glad that people are sharing this - both as a cool design, and also as an important accessibility feature.
Thanks to pseudosoph for linking to additional info (above) regarding weight limits, lift height, and product background — the creator is a wheelchair user himself! Very cool stuff. Keep sharing!
you know what i want?? a representation of the seven deadly sins where for once lust isnt the only woman and is instead a horny friendzone dudebro
A frat house of deadly sins:
Lust, the guy who hits on everyone regardless of whether or not they seem inclined to reciprocate, also known as the guy who considers his own pleasure the endgame of any encounter, consistently failing to give a shit about other people’s comfort or satisfaction;
Gluttony, the guy who overindulges in everything regardless of whether or not it was offered in moderation or offered out of politeness, also known as the guy who’s always high off other people’s weed and drunk off other people’s beer, consistently failing to respect the unspoken standards of politeness;
Greed, the guy who lays claim to every object of ambiguous origin left behind after a party, also known as the guy who hoards things he’s fully aware he’ll never use before they expire or will simply never use at all, consistently failing to demonstrate an awareness of the basic concept of sharing;
Sloth, the guy who only demonstrates any agency when the possibility of getting someone else to do his work for him arises, also known as the guy who will actually expend more energy trying to get out of making a basic effort than the basic effort itself would have required, consistently failing to do much of anything;
Wrath, the guy who finds a way to pick a fight with anyone nearby regardless of the circumstances, also known as the guy who’s formed an elaborate system of self-justifications to excuse his violent behaviours rather than attempt to curb his temper, consistently failing to take responsibility for his actions;
Envy, the only nice guy in the house, also known as the guy who thinks the world and everyone in it owes him something regardless of whether or not he’s done anything to deserve it, consistently failing to recognize that basic acts of human decency do not entitle him to the regard and attentions of others;
and Pride, the guy whose stories keep getting longer every time you hear them, also known as the guy who can’t stand not to be the centre of attention and who only starts conversations with others in the interests of talking about himself, consistently failing to take into account the fact that literally no one likes a person who feels compelled to engage everyone around them in constant games of self-congratulatory one-upmanship.
They are insiduous people, these frat brothers, primarily because you know people exactly like them and could never quite put your finger on why they’re so goddamned infuriating.
Maxine Peake in a gender-swap production of Hamlet, staged at the Manchester Royal Exchange, 2014.
You’re fishing for a literary agent, casting query after query out into the world, and hoping for a nibble. And then—yes! An agent is interested, curious, inquiring. You want to reel the agent in, but you must move carefully—if you pull the line too slowly or too quickly, your prize catch will instead be the “one that got away.”
The 8 White Identities by Barnor Hesse
the thought of becoming an adult one day is the scariest thing ever why cant i live the rest of my life blogging about fictional characters and laughing at stupid shit
I am going to let you in on the worst-kept secret in fandom: we’re actually mostly adults around here.
I am thirty-two years old. One of my oldest friends is pushing forty. His older sister is forty-six. We all blog about fictional characters and stupid shit. One of the first people who ever GMed a tabletop RPG for me still goes to cons. He’s at least fifty.
We are all, in theory, grown adults who are holding down jobs and have cars or rent or morgage payments or student loans and/or marriages and/or children. We vote and eat bran-tastic food for our hearts and buy sensible shoes.
Also, the first song I danced to at my first Homecoming dance was recently played on a local oldies station, dear god.
I mean, seriously. Grownups. We made it to the other side, fan-brains intact. So can you.
Becoming an adult is not scary. Becoming an adult is not about stopping with the tumbling and the cat videos. It’s just about doing that shit between work and errands instead of between school and chores. It’s about being able to do different kinds of epic shit — I may not be able to write another 50k fanfic, but I can decorate my entire kitchen in Captain America stuff and re-wire my rice cooker so the light looks like an arc reactor.
If you’re worried about no longer being fannish and not liking ridiculous silly shit (I assume ‘for no good reason’, aka ‘growing out of it’), you’re worried about becoming boring, not old.
So what if people call what we do childish? A: they’re wrong, there’s some serious grown-up badassery going ‘round in fandoms, and B: what’s wrong with being childish? Are children something we should avoid being like? Doesn’t everyone wish they could return to childhood?
We are living a friggin’ eternal youth on the internet. Anyone tells you ‘grownups don’t do this stuff’ is just jealous. Hmph.
Now get off my damn lawn, kid.
Seriously, we can all live this beautiful grown up fan life forever. 8D
… holy shit, is this post still going around? I just turned thirty four, which means it’s literally years old. Years plural.
The sad thing is it still needs to go around. I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve had to explain that yes I can still be a fangirl at my age, (or even twice that I follow someone on here that’s old enough to be my mother) and that being an adult doesn’t mean you give up everything you love to become a Job-Taxes-Death robot. So many people are convinced life ends at 20,30,40, etc…
On the other hand, a Job-Taxes-Death robot sounds like a terrific supervillain.
"Sir," said JARVIS, "I have a news video feed you will want to see."
Tony blinked up at JARVIS’s closest camera. “Yeah, yeah, OK.” An image shimmered to life to his left. ”What the hell,” he said, squinting at it. ”What. That’s. That’s clearly based on my tech, who stole my tech again, is this — JARVIS, call Steve, OK, I think this is Hydra —”
The sound cut in. “—FLESH,” boomed the giant clanking robot (and that was just wrong, it was CLEARLY stolen tech and should not clank, Tony’s robots did not CLANK, goddamn, heads were going to roll), “CITIZENS. DO NOT BE AFRAID. I COME TO BRING ORDER TO YOUR SMALL, MEAT-BASED LIVES.”
Tony groped blindly for the bottle of whisky he knew was somewhere to his right. Meat-based lives, his ass.
"THERE WILL BE JOBS FOR ALL IN THE GREAT ROBOT FACTORIES OF OUR FUTURE," said the robot. "ALL NEEDS WILL BE PROVIDED FOR BY YOUR TAXES. UPON YOUR DEATHS, YOU WILL FEED HUMANITY WITH YOUR FLESH."
Tony put down the whisky bottle, unopened. ”JARVIS,” he said, as the robot repeated its message again. ”I — get my suit, JARVIS, what the actual hell — get Steve, get Bruce, get Bruce really really angry, OK, tell him the giant Jobs-Taxes-Death robot slept with his mother, whatever you have to do.” He headed for the elevator.
"Understood, sir," said JARVIS.
"I’m a capitalist," said Tony, "and I’m offended by this thing. I LIKE jobs. And taxes. Well. Evading taxes, mostly. That’s not the point, JARVIS." The elevator doors opened, and Tony headed for the roof. "This thing is giving robots a bad name," he said, "and I’m gonna stop it."
* * *
[I’m 36 and wrote this in-between my young children throwing squeaky ducks at my head.]
This DOES need to go around. Also it continues to grow more awesome with time, I see. (only 22 and not out of the house yet, but I hope to see and comment on this post again when I am 30+, 40+, etc.)
There is Iron Man Fanfic about my post. Christ, I love the internet.
tHIS IS THE YEAR WOMEN FINALLY SAID “FUCK YOU” TO SEXISM
YOU GO , GIRL.
'not that you're the genius'
questioning her intelligence when he has that hair cut in 2014
BAAAAAAAM, for fuck’s sake!!
LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT MAYIM BIALIK.
FOR YEARS AS A KID AND TEEN, SHE BALANCED SCHOOL AND ACTING, NEVER ONCE LETTING HER GRADES DROP OR HER CAREER SUFFER.
SHE GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL AT THE TOP OF HER CLASS, AND WAS ACCEPTED TO HARVARD AND YALE BUT CHOSE TO GO TO UCLA BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO STAY CLOSE TO HER FAMILY.
SHE EARNED A BACHELORS IN NEUROSCIENCE, HEBREW STUDIES, AND JEWISH STUDIES ALL AT THE SAME TIME.
SHE THEN WENT ON TO GET HER DOCTORATE AND A Ph.D. IN NEUROSCIENCE, WHILE BALANCING AN ACTING CAREER AND MOTHERHOOD.
SHE HAS BEEN THE BUTT OF SO MANY FASHION JOKES AND ANTI-SEMETIC JOKES IN HOLLYWOOD. WHEN PEOPLE SAW HER AS AMY, THEY RIDICULED HER ONLINE.
BUT SHE STUCK WITH IT. BECAUSE SHE IS A BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING PERSON AND IS HAVING NONE OF THIS “WOMEN CAN’T BE SUCCESSFUL AND SMART BULLSHIT.
SHE IS ALSO A NOW-SINGLE MOM OF TWO BOYS. AND STILL KEEPS HER CAREERS (YES THAT’S FUCKING PLURAL) ACTIVE.
BUT YET, PEOPLE STILL HAVE THE AUDACITY TO ASK HER STUPID FUCKING SEXIST QUESTIONS THAT THEY WOULD NEVER GIVE, SAY, JIM PARSONS OR JOHNNY GALECKI.
MAYIM BIALIK IS A FUCKING ICON.
The tutorial of how I achieve watercolor effect in Sai! :) I highly recommend using real watercolor paintings (your own or ones found on the internet) as reference.
And here you can find a few useful links:
- You can download the Sai file of this picture here: link
- Video process of painting another picture: link
- The old watercolor tutorial: link
- Sai brushes (none of them is made by me) link + file you need to open them in Sai: link
- Awesome watercolor brushes made by Kyle T Webster: link
Here’s the finished painting: link
One of the problems with Braille is that it’s typically printed in specialist books aside from the copies created for sighted people, meaning that those with sight difficulties can’t borrow their friends’ books and need to seek out the bookstores and libraries that cater for them. In the past, we’ve seen projects such as Thailand’sMr. Light and Mr. Dark — which uses special typography to enable the blind and non-blind to read the same book. Now the FingerReader initiative from MIT provides visually impaired readers with a wearable ring that can scan written text and read it out loud. READ MORE…
I want to write an alternative version of Romeo and Juliet where instead of being a little ponce and trying to work things out for himself, Romeo asks his smarter friends what to do about the whole thing and Benvolio and Mercutio come up with the world’s greatest plan:
Marriage of convenience between Juliet and Mercutio.
Think about it.
Juliet’s parents want her to marry into the Prince’s family. Mercutio is a good compromise between no marriage and Paris.
Mercutio probably won’t get his inheritance if he keeps being HELLA FUCKING GAY ALL OVER THE PLACE so a beard is only a benefit to him.
They would probably get along great rolling their eyes at how adorably stupid Romeo is.
Romeo and Benvolio could get a “bachelor pad” right next to Juliet and Mercutio’s house. Every night, Romeo and Mercutio high five as they hop the fence to go bang their one true love.
The second half of the play is just all of them trying to keep up the charade and being “THIS CLOSE” to getting caught all the time. But everything ends nicely because true love conquers all.
Everybody wins. Nobody dies.
had to shut a bitch down today
And that’s how public shootings and school shootings and shit like that happen. I’m not saying that this dude is not creepy as fuck, but this is not the way to handle this! He didn’t say anything mean (on purpose), and when you shut him down like that how the fuck do you think he’s going to react? He must know he’s somewhat creepy, but when a complete stranger that he adores tells him so vividly how creepy he is, that must wreck his world. I’m just saying I wouldn’t be surprised if he bought a gun (legally, but that’s a different issue) and went in to the store he knows you fucking work at. Just be nice to people fuck.
Alright, you know what? I don’t want to reblog this post. I want this post to die. And I have never once reblogged to reply to someone else’s comment on this post. But this one? This one I’m fucking gonna, because how. dare. you.
Are you seriously one of those slimy, inhuman grease traps of a human being who blame VICTIMS OF SHOOTINGS FOR THE FUCKING SHOOTINGS
Don’t you EVER come at me and try to tell me that I need to be responsible, personally responsible, for the mental satisfaction of the kind of monsters who would do something like that. Don’t you ever tell me I have to let myself be uncomfortable around people who LITERALLY STALK ME and put on a big smile and let them down gently because in your twisted little brain it is MY JOB TO KEEP THEM FROM KILLING PEOPLE
H O W F U C K I N G D A R E Y O U
YOU are the problem. YOU are the kind of person who justifies that kind of senseless violence by saying WELL IF SHE HAD JUST GIVEN HIM A CHANCE
IF SHE HAD JUST FUCKED HIM
IF HE HAD JUST ‘GOTTEN SOME’
HE WOULDN’T HAVE RAPED HER/SHOT THEM/DONE IT
Are you fucking proud of that? Are you proud that that’s the tiny drop you choose to drop into society’s bucket?
I don’t care if it ‘wrecked his world’ when he was called out on his socially unacceptable, disgusting behavior. I don’t caaaaaaaare
His actions are HIS actions. His actions are HIS fault
the next time I see a tragedy like the elliot rodger shooting on the news, I’m gonna think of all the vile comments from people online that say it all could have been avoided if the people he threatened and menaced would just relinquish their bodies and their comfort and their personal space for him, and I’m gonna s e e y o u r f a c e and I hope you fucking know it.
Don’t you ever talk to me. I am sick to my stomach over your fucking bullshit.
LMAO. this is why people are afraid to associate with feminists. Most of them are so fucking volatile and spew verbal acid on anyone who disagrees. Maybe this girl is right, but is that guy ever going to care? Being a righteous cunt is never going to persuade your point. All this woman is to anyone is a flamed up bitch, and if you wanna say “GET OVER IT SOCIETY, I HAVE RIGHTS” then get used to being shunned for the rest of your life.
Man, fuck those feminists, amirite guys? They’d rather have rights than be friends with people who don’t think they deserve them. That skeezy dude she didn’t want to fuck DEFINITELY won’t like her/agree with her now that she’s asserted herself.
Dude, I’m glad you’re afraid to associate with me. That’s one less lump of undercooked chicken in my life.
You know what, y’all? Maybe I DON’T want this post to die anymore. Fuck it. Reblog away! I hope everyone on the internet knows I’m not fucking with dudes like that, or the internalized misogyny enablers who think I should care more about those crusty dudes opinion of me than my own space and body and rights.