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fifabrazil:

people are scared of shows like Hannibal and Ameican Horror Story but if you’ve seen courage the cowardly dog you’ve seen it all

destispell:

men: rape jokes hahaha! beating women haha! lol make me a sandwich whore! put on makeup fugly! hahaha!

women: those aren’t funny.

men: lighten up, it’s a joke wow must be on her period women are so emotional lol

women: i drink the tears of men, haha!

men: hOW DARE YOU. HOW DARE YOU PROMOTE THE SUFFERING OF US MEN? DO YOU KNOW WHAT WE HAVE DONE FOR YOU? YOU WOULD BE NOTHING WITHOUT US. THATS NOT FUNNY AT ALL

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sassyvalkyrie:

interstellarmage:

i knew this guy in middle school who when asked about his future plans, even by school counselors or teachers would without fail always chant,

KICK ASS, GO TO SPACE
REPRESENT THE HUMAN RACE

i wonder what he’s up to these days.

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asylum-art:

Dreamy Digital Art by Catrin Welz-Stein

Facebook, on RedBubble

Grphic designer Catrin Welz-Stein, currently living and working in Malaysia, is creating very unusual digital collages which combine old illustrations and photographs. The result is mesmerizing.

Today, the capital of Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur, became for Catrin Welz-Stein a real home. Although, in her biography can be clearly traced a German origin. She received a bachelor’s degree in Graphic Design in German Darmstadt. To work with digital collages Catrin tried three years ago. The unexpected positive response to her work in social networks inspired the girl to continue in this direction. Her works are a kind of mixture of fairy tales, mystical stories and postcards from the past.

Via: asylum-art

humoristics:

A guy once told my lesbian friend that being a lesbian is a huge turn off for guys and that she’ll never find a boyfriend.

diannesylvan:

cognitivedissonance:

creepyold-kit-hands:

coelasquid:

throughthewildblue:

You cannot buy electronics with food stamps. You cannot buy cigarettes with food stamps. You cannot buy pet food with food stamps. You cannot withdraw money with an EBT card (food stamps).

Do you know what else you can’t buy with food stamps? Shampoo, soap, laundry detergent, toilet paper, paper towels, tissues, tinfoil, plastic sandwich bags, toothpaste, cleaning products, tampons, pads, over the counter medications (such as Tylenol, Ibuprofen, etc.), and anything else you can think of that you cannot physically ingest for nutritional purposes.

Do you know what you can buy with food stamps? Food.

Do you know what it’s like to scrounge for change to buy non-edible necessities, use a credit card and EBT card (food stamps) during the same transaction, and then have the person in line behind you judge you for buying the ingredients to make a birthday cake?

People who disseminate false information about food stamps have never had to use food stamps.

Okay, but let’s talk for a second about how that one lady called turkey “big chicken”

You can’t even buy all food with food stamps. You just… you flat-out can’t buy “food that will be eaten in the store/any food sold for on-premises consumption” or any “hot foods” with food stamps—meaning you can’t buy anything hot, you can’t buy anything that gets blended together, you can’t buy anything “pre-prepared,” in most cases you can’t use your EBT card at restaurants. You literally CANNOT purchase a milkshake with food stamps, because it’s considered “sold for on-premises consumption” (which was ridiculous at the place I worked, because the customer had to mix their own milkshake themself with a little machine we provided them, and several people got upset—rightfully so, I think—that it wasn’t covered under food stamps, because they often only found out at the register after already mixing it, often as a treat for their kids). You literally can’t walk into a gas station, grab one of those hot dogs off their grills/out of the little heated food area, and buy it with food stamps, because it’s hot.

And when I say “can’t,” I don’t mean “if the cashier notices you trying and cares enough to stop you, they’ll refuse to do it for you.” I mean “it is actually impossible to do this.” I’m not even sure these people who disseminate false information about food stamps have paid any attention at all when buying things at the store, because what happens is: We scan in the customer’s items, into our computer. The computer has specific codes for the items and rules for what it will let you pay for things with. We scan the customer’s EBT card, and it tells us exactly how much of that price total can be paid for via EBT, and it will not include anything that isn’t food, and it will not include anything considered “pre-prepared” food. It does this automatically AND THERE IS NO OVERRIDE FOR IT. If our machines say that you can’t use the EBT card to pay for something, there is literally nothing we can do to change that, even if we WANTED to.

So no. You can’t buy iPads or cigarettes with food stamps. You can’t withdraw money from casinos or anywhere else with food stamps. You can’t buy dog food with food stamps; sometimes you can’t even buy people food with food stamps. I’m not even sure if you can buy “the big chicken legs” at Disney with food stamps; remember, you can’t buy “any food sold for on-premises consumption” OR any hot foods, and that’s both.

Literally the only thing these fearmongers listed that you can actually purchase with food stamps even if you are in goddamn cahoots with the evil liberal cashier or store manager is soda, and the judgement against people buying that with food stamps is classist fuckwittery at its finest.

So, as always, Fox News is actually flat-out lying, and hateful conservatives both don’t know what they’re talking about and don’t give a fuck about people going through shit that they will never have to go through themselves, and that they in fact don’t have even the tiniest clue about (not even via five seconds’ research; a list of things that can’t be purchased with food stamps is on the Food and Nutrition Services website) but still think they should spout off about to their TV audience anyway.

Oh for God’s sake, these assholes.

I’ve been on food stamps twice, and I assure you, I couldn’t buy a goddamn iPad - and I sure as fuck couldn’t afford admission to Disney.

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endrae:

Serkonos fashion week (⊙‿⊙✿)

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toerning:

wordmage-girl:

toerning:

I really try to keep my comments short here so I’ve just written and deleted, like, 20 paragraphs.
Basically this is the main character of a story I am not skilled enough to write, but it’s basically what happens after the big final showdown.  She’s an amalgamation of all the Chosen Ones of recent YA literature, and the story is just her, like, coping with the fact that her entire life leading up till now has been about carrying out her destiny, beating the big baddie and everything and now…she’s got to deal with living the rest of her life.  Which, as we all know, is fucking hard enough as is.
In an ideal world, Rainbow Rowell would write this. 

Not Rainbow Rowell and not especially skilled, but how could I resist this?
—-
"So, Sav, have you started studying for finals yet?"
"Uh…"
"You know maths is next week, right?"
"Yeah, you can’t just tell the professor you had to fight off a bloodman! They’re all extinct now!"
"Haha!"
"No, I know."
—-
"Hey, where were you?"
Anna peeks around the door frame, smiles awkwardly. “Oh, you know, just, um, with Esther…?”
"Esther’s in Haiti."
"Right…" Anna deflates. "Look. I was at the therapist’s, okay? You always say that shrinks are for wimps and I know you’re the great Savior and you don’t need help, but I still get nightmares where I’m buried alive and the sessions are a big help, and the people at the hospital offered free therapy to all of us who fought with you and I didn’t want you to laugh at me…" She hangs her head and peeks through the curls at Savitri.
"I’m not laughing at you."
"You’re not?" Anna flips the mess of hair back and grins.
"I wouldn’t tease you. We went through difficult times. We’re not kids anymore, Anna, I won’t be mean just for the sake of being mean. Do what you need to heal."
"You’re a good friend, Sav." Anna gives her a thumbs up. "And you still sound like you’re giving me pep speeches!" She skips away in the direction of her room, the sound of her bag hitting the floor loud in the small apartment.
Savitri keeps up her smile until Anna’s door slams, and then her shoulders slump and she crams a fist into her mouth. All of us who fought with you…
—-
"Have you thought of any career options?" The counselor taps the keyboard. The speed makes Savitri flinch, because fast things kill you fast things are dangerous you can’t outrun fast Sav but she hides it as a shrug. “I was kind of busy fixing the world.”
"Hmm, saving the world, I believe, is the right phrase… it says here your grades were very low in the sciences…"
Sav leans back in the chair and plays with a pen.
—-
"So do you know what the new health-care laws will be? I heard you got to meet the president."
"I didn’t get to be part of the negotiation team, though."
"Oh. I bet it was boring anyways, huh?" The guy sitting next to her nudges her and Sav clutches the glass in her hand- the drink is nonalcoholic, because she’s only twenty come March. He’s too friendly but she doesn’t want to get aggressive. She gets angry too easily, and fight monsters not humans, humans are the victims runs through her brain again, though she knows now that nothing is so clear cut. “It’s more fun here!”
"After the first meeting they wouldn’t let me in because I killed the bastard they sent over as ambassador. He was a slaver." She sets her drink down on the counter, too hard, and the glass sinks into the wood a bit. "Sorry, I saw someone I know in the crowd."
—-
"Saaaav! Get out of those ugly pajamas and let’s go!" Meg knocks on the bedroom door, quick and hard.
Lawan, standing next to her, frown slightly, but her voice is soft. “We’re meeting Yi at Tea For Ten in a quarter of an hour, remember?”
Sav opens the door a tiny crack, sticks her nose out. “I think I’m sick.” It comes out husky.
"The great Savitri, hero of the multitudes and defender of the human race, sick? Is it leptospirosis? Tubercolosis? The plague?”
"Don’t show off just because you’re a med student now, Meg." Sav glares at her former makeshift team medic. "It’s the flu." She coughs, and it sounds harsh. "I went to the doctor, got medicine, I’ll be fine. Go and have fun. Tell Yi I said hi."
"I’ll stay with you," Lawan says. Both Meg and Savitri protest, but Lawan shakes her head. "You need someone to take care of you and make sure you get enough to eat and drink. I’m no med student, but I do have three little sisters and they’re just as stubborn as you."
"Thanks," Sav says begrudgingly.
"I’ll bring over some coffee cake later, yeah?" Meg inches towards the door.
"Sure. Have fun," Lawan says.
—-
"You know you don’t have to lie to any of us," Lawan murmurs, stroking Sav’s head in her lap. "They won’t think less of you for not wanting to leave the house."
"I want to. I just can’t," Savitri says, the hoarseness replaced with a lump in her throat.
"You could get help. No-one thinks you have to be a perfect heroine now." Sav doesn’t reply, and Lawan keeps stroking her hair.
"Yeah, right," Savitri says, after a long, long time.

YOU GUYS, LOOK!
I think the traceable trail of inspiration is just about my favorite thing about tumblr.  There is nothing in the world that makes me feel as good as having someone be inspired enough by something I’ve made to make something themselves.
good day.  very good day.

toerning:

wordmage-girl:

toerning:

I really try to keep my comments short here so I’ve just written and deleted, like, 20 paragraphs.

Basically this is the main character of a story I am not skilled enough to write, but it’s basically what happens after the big final showdown.  She’s an amalgamation of all the Chosen Ones of recent YA literature, and the story is just her, like, coping with the fact that her entire life leading up till now has been about carrying out her destiny, beating the big baddie and everything and now…she’s got to deal with living the rest of her life.  Which, as we all know, is fucking hard enough as is.

In an ideal world, Rainbow Rowell would write this. 

Not Rainbow Rowell and not especially skilled, but how could I resist this?

—-

"So, Sav, have you started studying for finals yet?"

"Uh…"

"You know maths is next week, right?"

"Yeah, you can’t just tell the professor you had to fight off a bloodman! They’re all extinct now!"

"Haha!"

"No, I know."

—-

"Hey, where were you?"

Anna peeks around the door frame, smiles awkwardly. “Oh, you know, just, um, with Esther…?”

"Esther’s in Haiti."

"Right…" Anna deflates. "Look. I was at the therapist’s, okay? You always say that shrinks are for wimps and I know you’re the great Savior and you don’t need help, but I still get nightmares where I’m buried alive and the sessions are a big help, and the people at the hospital offered free therapy to all of us who fought with you and I didn’t want you to laugh at me…" She hangs her head and peeks through the curls at Savitri.

"I’m not laughing at you."

"You’re not?" Anna flips the mess of hair back and grins.

"I wouldn’t tease you. We went through difficult times. We’re not kids anymore, Anna, I won’t be mean just for the sake of being mean. Do what you need to heal."

"You’re a good friend, Sav." Anna gives her a thumbs up. "And you still sound like you’re giving me pep speeches!" She skips away in the direction of her room, the sound of her bag hitting the floor loud in the small apartment.

Savitri keeps up her smile until Anna’s door slams, and then her shoulders slump and she crams a fist into her mouth. All of us who fought with you…

—-

"Have you thought of any career options?" The counselor taps the keyboard. The speed makes Savitri flinch, because fast things kill you fast things are dangerous you can’t outrun fast Sav but she hides it as a shrug. “I was kind of busy fixing the world.”

"Hmm, saving the world, I believe, is the right phrase… it says here your grades were very low in the sciences…"

Sav leans back in the chair and plays with a pen.

—-

"So do you know what the new health-care laws will be? I heard you got to meet the president."

"I didn’t get to be part of the negotiation team, though."

"Oh. I bet it was boring anyways, huh?" The guy sitting next to her nudges her and Sav clutches the glass in her hand- the drink is nonalcoholic, because she’s only twenty come March. He’s too friendly but she doesn’t want to get aggressive. She gets angry too easily, and fight monsters not humans, humans are the victims runs through her brain again, though she knows now that nothing is so clear cut. “It’s more fun here!”

"After the first meeting they wouldn’t let me in because I killed the bastard they sent over as ambassador. He was a slaver." She sets her drink down on the counter, too hard, and the glass sinks into the wood a bit. "Sorry, I saw someone I know in the crowd."

—-

"Saaaav! Get out of those ugly pajamas and let’s go!" Meg knocks on the bedroom door, quick and hard.

Lawan, standing next to her, frown slightly, but her voice is soft. “We’re meeting Yi at Tea For Ten in a quarter of an hour, remember?”

Sav opens the door a tiny crack, sticks her nose out. “I think I’m sick.” It comes out husky.

"The great Savitri, hero of the multitudes and defender of the human race, sick? Is it leptospirosis? Tubercolosis? The plague?

"Don’t show off just because you’re a med student now, Meg." Sav glares at her former makeshift team medic. "It’s the flu." She coughs, and it sounds harsh. "I went to the doctor, got medicine, I’ll be fine. Go and have fun. Tell Yi I said hi."

"I’ll stay with you," Lawan says. Both Meg and Savitri protest, but Lawan shakes her head. "You need someone to take care of you and make sure you get enough to eat and drink. I’m no med student, but I do have three little sisters and they’re just as stubborn as you."

"Thanks," Sav says begrudgingly.

"I’ll bring over some coffee cake later, yeah?" Meg inches towards the door.

"Sure. Have fun," Lawan says.

—-

"You know you don’t have to lie to any of us," Lawan murmurs, stroking Sav’s head in her lap. "They won’t think less of you for not wanting to leave the house."

"I want to. I just can’t," Savitri says, the hoarseness replaced with a lump in her throat.

"You could get help. No-one thinks you have to be a perfect heroine now." Sav doesn’t reply, and Lawan keeps stroking her hair.

"Yeah, right," Savitri says, after a long, long time.

YOU GUYS, LOOK!

I think the traceable trail of inspiration is just about my favorite thing about tumblr.  There is nothing in the world that makes me feel as good as having someone be inspired enough by something I’ve made to make something themselves.

good day.  very good day.

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becausebirds:

LET THERE BE BONES!

becausebirds:

LET THERE BE BONES!

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