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October 20 2017

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artforadults:

umiewska submitted

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Maiden and the Death by Maria Umiewska

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busybeatalks:

Dex in Brooklyn, NY: 10.1.17

(Please do not save/use without my consent.)

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weavemama:

I feel like this is a very important thread considering a lot of people cut Hollywood abusers a lot of slack just because “they’re work is very good and entertaining”. There are plenty of other Hollywood actresses/actors that don’t pull off gross shit like this, support them instead…. At the end of the day, we need to put the victims first and stop letting this shit slide.

Full access to the thread incase anyone wants to open the sources.

October 19 2017

08:31

butt-berry:

butt-berry:

butt-berry:

Whenever someone asks me why I’m not in a relationship:

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October 15 2017

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chasingthegreenfaerie:

Opalized 80 million years old Ammonite measuring 2 ft. in diameter, discovered near Alberta, Canada.

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gvmma:

national geographic 1979, northumberland by colin wolinsky

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ninlilu:

Inktober #9:  Manannán mac Lir. 

A Sea deity in Irish mythology. He possess  a boat named Scuabtuinne (“Wave Sweeper”), a sea-borne chariot drawn by the horse Enbarr, a powerful sword named Fragarach (“The Answerer”), and a cloak of invisibility (féth fíada).

Because in irish mythology  water was linked with life, and death, and was said to be a portal between the worlds, he’s also the guardian of the underworld and a guide for souls.

October 08 2017

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dappermouth:

it calls to you from the vacant lot

Reposted byedhellsiknitrusAtaritutus
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skippercifer:

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skippercifer:

A really harrowed-looking man who was probably in his 60s came into the shop today. He was wearing a gold-colored tie that kept sliding down the side of his neck because it was tied very poorly, and a rumpled light blue dress shirt. I did not see his legs or shoes. Part-time cashiers are sometimes just not afforded the luxury.

We said hello to each other as I scanned his items (diet coke and a nature valley granola bar- $2.69), me sounding more interested than usual just because he sounded so out-of breath and very engaged in his purchase. Also maybe because I could not see his shoes.

“How’s your life going?” He suddenly asked, swiping his card, not casually but almost pleadingly curious.

“Uhm, all right I s’pose” I said, too startled to think of a more cheery lie. 

He nodded somberly. “Me too… I guess.” He paused and looked at me for a minute and then just said “it’s a Monday, ya know.”

“Mondays are like this sometimes” I supplied, feeling like we were having a really weird conversation hidden under the one that was actually taking place.

And then he left. I forgot to look at his shoes.

PART II 

Honestly I had no idea that I would ever have the privilege of writing a sequel to this post. I considered it an odd moment, an interaction that changed me in a way, but a fleeting one. I automatically assumed our paths would never cross again, there was such a finality to that window of time on Monday August 22nd of 2016. And yet.

He returned.

I didn’t truly notice him come in, glancing up from whatever menial and already forgotten task I was busy with, but not registering who it was or why he seemed to put out an aura of familiarity. It had been weeks and I haven’t even caught a glimpse of him; the memory of Monday August 22nd of 2016 had faded like a dream. But lo he appeared before me, dressed in exactly the same fashion that made him look like he had just crawled out of carwash (albeit with a pink shirt and purple tie this go-around.)

His face lit up when he saw me, again holding a diet coke and a nature valley granola bar. ‘How is your day going?’ He asked earnestly.

‘Pretty well.’ I said, professionally containing myself, “how are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good” he said, sounding more cheerful than before but just as harried. When I handed him back his change and items and he looked like he was going to cry. 

“Thank you” he whispered with a look of reverence I have only seen on the faces of ancient church members receiving the eucharist.

“It’s no trouble,” I promised, trying not to look perplexed.

He bowed (LITERALLY BOWED) and then made a hurried exit stage left, reminiscent of Lear just before the second act, halfway into madness.

A Lear I had again forgotten to note the footwear of.

PART. 3. 

Okay I’m not even bothering with the pretentious Hemingway style for this one; I’m still reeling over the fact that he came back after four months AND on a Friday instead of a Monday no less.

Notes:

  • He was wearing literally the exact same shirt and tie he had on from part one, only with an orange sweater and fancy jacket over the ensemble to indicate that it was winter
  • He bought Lay’s sour cream and onion potato chips this time instead of his standard granola bar, but the diet coke was as usual
  • He told me that he always felt guilty for buying snack food but ‘you have to do what you have to do’
  • He then smiled sadly at me and said ‘enjoy your weekend… If you can.’
  • I sat in stunned, unblinking silence for about six minutes until a customer came up and looked me over worriedly
  • Who is this man
  • WHY DO I KEEP FORGETTING TO LOOK AT HIS SHOES

Part Four

First thing’s first,

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Probably about two years of wear on them but otherwise well cared for. Socks were white, which I was only able to notice because this human being has zero clothes that fit and his pant cuffs were hovering about 3 inches away from his shoes. I keep thinking his outfits can’t possibly get any better, but this one takes the cake:

Crumpled white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, gigantic scarf that looked as though it were made out of mouldy carpet, neon orange striped tie, and a matching neon orange plastic digital watch that probably came out of a box of honeycombs back in 1988.

He did not grace me with his odd conversational charm today, but I received something better. A clue. 

Today he was buying a red notebook and three ballpoint pens instead of snacks (which was questionable but this is a Thursday we’re talking about; the day that falls on the chaotic spectrum and which I am known for my overzealous distrust of), and when he pulled out his luxury black Mastercard to pay for his items he said eight words which shook me to my very core.

“I do get a staff discount on these.”

This has never come up before because discount plans don’t apply to food items. I have no need to ask the identity of a man buying a granola bar and a diet coke. But now.

I didn’t speak as I handed him his receipt, just nodded courteously. Only staff members know about the specific discount so I had no real need to ask for an ID for proof, and I was cursing my mistake in not asking for it anyway. 

I must find this man. I have been here for three years and yet have only seen him within the confines of the store at odd intervals. I’ve never even seen him step into the store, or leave (another customer is somehow always in line behind him and demanding my attention.) I spent half an hour going through the college’s entire staff directory this afternoon… and may have found something. I don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up, I am not yet certain and will have to gather a few more items of information, but for the first time I can promise a part to follow. Perhaps, an ending.

Cinq

Not an ending of any sort, but a very brief update from the field. My work schedule has changed since January and I was honestly beginning to wonder if I wouldn’t see the man again until the fall, as it’s been more than two months now. He startled me quite a bit when he literally blew in as if by a gust of wind right as my shift was ending. 

He was in quite a hurry and only bought a diet coke ($1.50) before blustering(?) off, giving me no chance to run an investigation or perception check, but if fashion checks were a thing…

Please imagine, if you will, a man wearing a yellow polka-dot tie that was not even tied, an orange scarf, the watch mentioned in my previous entry, khakis, a bright periwinkle shirt… and an impeccably matching woolen periwinkle cape. He was also carrying a very large black satchel with tartan lining, every single pocket of which was unzipped.

He looked like a hedge wizard.

I want answers.

6.

I found him.

  • Masters in theology from Harvard 
  • Distinguished professor of philosophy
  • God-tier identification photo; I cannot believe that I have not been hallucinating this man for the past 12 months and 41 days.
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October 07 2017

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eatsleepdraw:

Colorblind Clairvoyant, a new story. 

Check out more at kerascuringcomics.tumblr.com.

Immediately post your art to a topic and get feedback. Join our new community, EatSleepDraw Studio, today!

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88floors:

Trialogo series By Gonzalo Orquin will finally be shown in New York after the Vatican threatened to sue the artist at the showing in Rome

An art gallery in Rome last year covered up the exhibition of photographs showing same-sex couples kissing in churches, following the legal threat by the Vatican.

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xxdovelin:

For Light Grey Art Lab’s show Parallel  |  Print available

Reposted byMezameKrschtschnmoonwhale
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yalaka:

kidspointofview:

nicenonbinarythings:

princessoforlais:

a new law is about to be passed in Saudi Arabia that will allow the government to execute people for coming out or being openly gay online.

ignoring the fact that this is literally something out of some kind of dystopian novel, in the interests of safety i’ve emptied out my face tag and may temporarily deactivate or password protect this blog.

please reblog this and get the word out, and if you pray, please pray for me and my fellow Saudi LGBTQ+/MOGAI family.

ALSO, for those who need it [x]. its a post on erasing all traces of yourself from the interwebs. 

this is not something to read and keep to yourself. please spread this around. may Allah keep everyone safe.

That link is busted. Here’s some other ones and some tips:

I didn’t thoroughly check this one, but it’s an article on How to Delete Yourself from the Internet

Privacy; a step by step guide on how to improve

How to remove yourself from background check websites. [bonus]

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I suggest you start using a VPN service such as Trust.Zone. This isn’t free, but a lot of free VPN services actually track your data and can sell it. (So basically, the price is your anonymity.) Make sure that you find a VPN service that explicitly states no logs are kept. Below are some options. Make sure to select “Show all” on “Show ____ entries”

A Detailed VPN Comparison Chart

A Detailed Email Comparison Chart

Download TOR browser and make it your main browser.

Start using startpage.com as your default search engine.

This is all I can think of right now. Feel free to add on.

EDIT: Found the link in nicenonbinarythings’s reblog. Here it is.

October 05 2017

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moonsofavalon:

prokopetz:

thesallowbeldam:

momma-crow:

1petulantkitten:

1petulantkitten:

artistil:

weavemama:

BY A WHAT

THATS ALL THE BIG SCARIES IN ONE BUG TFFF
JU

Give it a dime, apparently.

Had to go research this thing, and the answer to what to do if it stings you is scream.

from Wikipedia-

“One researcher described the pain as “…immediate, excruciating, unrelenting pain that simply shuts down one’s ability to do anything, except scream. Mental discipline simply does not work in these situations. In terms of scale, the wasp’s sting is rated near the top of the Schmidt sting pain index, second only to that of the bullet ant, and is described by Schmidt as “blinding, fierce [and] shockingly electric”.“

Soooooo…dissociate to escape or?

It’s laying eggs in you.

Let’s back up a second and fully appreciate that description.

The Schmidt sting pain index, a widely used classification system for the bites and stings of ants, bees and wasps, is literally the personal ranking system of a guy named Justin Schmidt, who goes around letting bugs sting him for science. Like, that’s this Thing as a scientist.

In one entry, he describes the sting of the common bee as “almost pleasant, [like] a lover just bit your earlobe a little too hard.”

In another, the sting of the yellowjacket is described as “hot and smoky, almost irreverent. Imagine W. C. Fields extinguishing a cigar on your tongue.“

So when the Schmidt sting pain index characterises the sting of the tarantula hawk as “blinding, fierce [and] shockingly electric”, well, now you know what your standard for comparison is!

this is fascinating but when do we kinkshame Justin Schmidt

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transladyknight:

transsystem:

gaylor-moon:

nazerine:

radioactive-moth:

lonesecretmemer:

sulkylass:

auldlangespeon:

sulkylass:

cubeybooby:

internetsensationjakesurname:

apparently i found a canon trans lady in the battle maison

cute!!

don’t black belt women exist tho

black belts are an all-male trainer class within the game.

OH duh. right. i took this complete out of context. it’s pokemon.

Reasons I love X and Y

This is just a mis-translation you fuck heads

I hate to break your bubble, but no, it’s not. In Japanese, she says

半年前はカラテおうだったのに医学の力ってスゲーよね!

which literally means “To think I was a Black Belt just half a year ago. Modern medicine sure is amazing!”

as an extra bonus, Black Belts are referred to in Japanese as カラテおう, which means “karate king” and is explicitly male.

tl;dr keep your stupid transphobic assumptions to yourself, moron

OH LOOK MY FAVORITE POST

https://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Beauty_(Trainer_class)#Trivia

I love her

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maaarine:

MBTI & Musicians: John Grant - INFP + enneagram 4 (x)

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