When an American hears the degrees in Celsius
When everyone else hears the degrees in Fahrenheit
oh my god
Commonly confused medieval weapons, a powerpoint by me.
Now stop screwing them up, seriously, or I will put a medieval weapon in your head.
Tumblr is endearing me to being lectured at in Comic Sans
THIS is a WAR SCYTHE, a scythe actually used in combat. Notice it is not a useless piece of shit and is an actual functional weapon.
The only reason why death is pictured with a FARMING scythe is because he harvests souls.
TANGLED ROOTS BY PHILLIPE FARAUT | 2008
Earthenware clay sculpture by Philippe Faraut, 2008. Click Images to Enlarge
Contemporary Art Week!
steve and bucky are startled by a levitating knife
It’s been ten minutes why am I still laughing
10 Things we will all miss from our childhood..
More facts on Ultrafacts!
Oh to be eight years old again.
the mr Rodgers thing kinda made me sad
The number of “get me out of here” tactics women have developed and shared to help each other escape from overly-insistent-to-borderline-predatory dudes in public places should probably be enough evidence of the existence of rape culture all on its own.
I especially like how, in the majority of cases, you don’t have to verbally communicate what your signals are to other women. I’ve had women I didn’t even know come save me. Literally every woman recognizes the “Dear god, help me” facial expression, and knows exactly what they should do. We don’t get a handbook for this. We don’t have a sit-down nail polish party where we talk about a standardized woman code for preventing creepers. It’s just part of being a woman.
BUT LOL RAPE CULTURE DOESN’T EXIST.
Yup. I’ve definitely taken strangers by the arm and pulled her aside to go, “Oh my GOD it’s you! How ARE YOU?!? It’s been so long!” and then been like “hey I could overhear that guy who wouldn’t leave you alone so I figured I’d give you an out” and then see their VISIBLY RELIEVED expressions. This is part of girl code, because rape culture is that pervasive.
I once had a girl sit on my lap and say “hey baby” after she witnessed a guy (who was easily 20+ years older than me) hitting on me and harassing me for my number even after I told him I was taken. After he got up and left she asked if I was okay. I couldn’t thank her enough times, I even bought her a drink.
We have done this. In fact, we are this. Because we are asexual and we don’t like alcohol so we never drink, we have gone with friends to parties/places where our sole job was to keep an eye out for everyone and be the permanent ‘aggressive man-sheild.’ Not one of our female friends has ever questioned this or found it all strange. In fact, often once they realized we were willing to do it, it would be pre-arranged. Every guy friend we ever did this in front of or tried to explain to looked flabbergasted. They had no idea that this was a) an intentional thing, b) a planned ahead thing, or c) universal.
Rape culture is the fact that every woman understands this. Male privilege is the fact that no guy on earth seems to know or understand.
Wow. That’s some awesome sci-fi shit
i cant even ride a bike and this is awesome
THIS IS GREAT SAFETY STUFF FOR RIDING BIKES AT NIGHT WITHOUT BUMPING INTO SHIT AND FALLING DUDES
“You can’t control the Universe. You are the water, not the rock.”
But actually, after a very long time, if it keeps going, the water will eventually shape the rock. You don’t realize it at first but it’s happening, it happens every second. Yes, you’re the water, but if you can’t see how you changed the universe, it doesn’t mean you didn’t.
You are what everyone needs in their life
be my best friend.
Portals to Hell by hrmphfft
I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THIS AGAIN FOR MONTHS
I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW
This is one of those posts that you need to save and tag or you’ll never see it again for 84 years.
Whoever drew this is an amazing person and I love them.
What in hell
- adventures in depression
I woke up feeling…good?….this morning.
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