Many of our tumblr friends are Muslim and will be fasting for Ramadan, which starts Wednesday the 17th and ends July 17th (for most people, ask your followers if they have other dates, or please also let me know). It would be nice for the rest of us to tag our food so we don’t bum anyone out in the middle of their fast ok??? Please let others know so we can be respectful!
Reminder to tag your food and be thoughtful during Ramadan! Mubarak Ramadan to my Muslim followers ❌⭕️✌🏾️
swimming pools are so weird man we dig holes in the ground and fill them with liquid we cant breathe in and then spend an hour or so at a time trying not to drown in it
this is my most reblogged post this isn’t how I want to be remembered
I have a lot of thoughts about the Great Shoe Shuffle that happens in Fury Road. OK, first Slit pulls Max’s boot off by accident, so after the crash in the sandstorm, Max takes one of Nux’s shoes because he kinda figured Nux was kinda dead and didn’t need shoes anymore. And then later, in the swamp, Max goes off to kill the Bullet Farmer and comes back… with a boot for Nux.
But like, have you considered what that means?? Nux has been on their side for all of like ten minutes, as far as Max knows. But when he was raiding ammo and a steering wheel from the dead Bullet Farmer’s car, he would’ve had to actually pause and have the following thought process:
1) That is the same War Boy I took a boot from
2) I guess he’s on our side now
3) He is still possibly bootless
4) Since he is friend now I should give him a boot to replace the one I took
Max actually took a moment to consider Nux’s shoeless foot while he was killing the Bullet Farmer and raiding ammo from the enemies he had just blown up. DAD MAX, EVERYONE.
Ok but if we become best friends and you treat me right then there’s pretty much nothing you can do that I won’t be understanding over, like you could kill someone and I’d show up at your doorstep at 2 in the morning with a shovel and a can-do attitude
I’m sick of seeing apparently ‘LGBT inclusive’ posts that completely disregard my sexuality. I want to know who out there believes that I and others like me exist and have a valid sexuality.
HOLY SHIT A DEMI POST *cries* I am loved by 14,692 people that many people don’t think demi is fake The world is beautiful
There has to be a long German word for this feeling: “Look, I don’t disagree with you on any major points of fact or opinion, but you’re being such a smug pretentious bastard about it that I want to shove your face in regardless”
Waltersobchakeit. “You’re not wrong, you’re just an asshole.”
my biggest concern in life is actually how my online friends can be informed of my death
This is one of those things that if filed in the ‘wasn’t aware of this until a text post.’ now I am genuinely worried…. Am I going to have to put that shit into my will??? Like??????
‘someone needs to log onto all of my important online accounts (see: blogs, tumblr, instagram, NOT FACEBOOK) to update the best people of my world that I have indeed died and their attendance is required in a few days time for the biggest party in existence. (P.S. No one will get their goddamn inheritance unless this happens and I will smite you from the heavens.)’
Four Swedish police officers’ New York vacation was interrupted when a fight broke out on the subway. The train operator called for support, and — being cops and all — they dutifully stepped in to help until local authorities arrived.
The visiting cops had to subdue the two men involved in the fight, which no doubt takes skill to do safely. But it’s how they did their job after they gained control that really impressed people.
- His eyes were really pasted over with make up
- Thus, he didn’t see anything, often for hours
- Being bling, he had to be guided around the set several times
- He was up on the stage even during the high speed chases, no fakes
- The guitar does indeed shoot flames, it’s not CGI
- Its base was made from two bedpans and weighs 60 kg
- Which is why it was hold by strings; it was impossible to carry
- Sean mostly played Led Zeppelin and ACDC in the morning
- When he got tired later on, he just shredded, which everybody on set loved
- He tried to make the Doof Warrior like “Keith Richards, with double the drugs, lost for six months in the desert”
hearing uma thurman for the 1st time:
yes okay nice song cool
hearing uma thurman now:
[hears song on the computer] [crashes through the ceiling] i cAN MOVE MOUNTAINS I CAN WORK A MIRACLE, WORK A MIRACLE OH OH OH [flails arms]
If they are changing the colors of the letter, that means they are probably going to change the colors of everything else to that color scheme. Imagine.
buddy cop romcom starring chris evans and tom hardy finding an abandoned puppy at a crime scene and they fight over who has to take care of it only they both end up falling in love with it and then they fight over who gets to keep it until it almost ruins their friendship
and then they realize they’re in love with one another and they all live happily ever after
When people assume Celtic = Irish I get a strong urge to stab myself in the eye.
No no no no no no.
Sit down we must have a conversation.
There were 6 Celtic nations.
Éire, Cymru, Alba, Kernow, Breizh, and Ellan Vannin.
Ireland, Wales, Scotland, Cornwall, Brittany, and the Isle of Mann respectively.
They’re all related, but not the same. They all have different languages descended from a similar group, Irish (Gaeilge), Scottish (Gàidhlig), Manx (Gaelg), Welsh (Cymraeg), Cornish (Kernowek), and Breton (Brezhoneg). Some are more widely spoken than others, for example Welsh is still commonly spoken in Wales, whereas hearing Cornish in Cornwall instead of English is rare.
All Celtic nations have varied mythology and culture.
Irish Mythology is different from Breton Mythology, and even Welsh and Cornish mythology (arguably the most related Celtic Nations) have subtle differences to each other. I wish I could add more about the cultures at this time but my knowledge of Celtic nations is primarily made up of the history and languages of those regions, particularly Cornwall.
You might have notice that England and English are missing from this, because the English descended from Anglo-Saxons, who were German invaders that came to the isles right around the Fall of the Roman empire in the 5th Century, erasing the Celtic influence in what is now England.
So what this all really means is that Celtic is an umbrella term, and just because it’s Celtic doesn’t mean it has anything to do with Ireland at all. So don’t assume that just because someone’s talking about something Celtic that they’re talking about something Irish.
I actually didn’t know this. Thank you, tumblr person
The north or Spain have celtic roots too. They can’t be included among the Celtic Nations because they don’t keep a true celtic language. But they are obviously celtic in their traditions, folklore and music.
The “Celts”, as this assortment of different tribes was called by the Romans, were about as homogeneous as native American tribes were when European invaded North America. Their territories spread from France through middle and Southern Germany in the North and Spain in the South all the way to Galatia, as mentioned in the Galatians letter by the Apostle Paul. That’s in Western Asia, namely the Anatolia regions in today’s Turkey. Galatasaray Istanbul even still carries it in its name.
Alright, then came the Romans and kinda invaded their lands and forced their culture on them, but hey….
But yeah, 50BC Celts where everywhere . . . Except the British Isles or Ireland.
Q Daily, a third grader who attends a Brooklyn public school, describes himself as silly, curious and nice — all of the qualities that he likes about people. He is a lover of Michael Jackson, a wearer of trendy hats and isn’t shy about dancing in front of a crowd.
And, now that he identifies as a boy, he feels more alive than before.
“It feels like, instead of a dead flower, a growing flower,” he said of his transition from girl to boy.
i was 14 and i was walking through a mall by myself at 12am after my shift at coldstone creamery lol and a bunch of men started whistling and meowing and getting really close to me and they kept asking me questions and i kept not answering until i didn’t know what else to do so i said “i’m only 14” and almost in unison they said “we don’t care” i was so fucking scared i didn’t know what to do and they kept talking about how i looked and how my body looked and what they would do i was on the verge of tears i was all alone in a huge mall i knew i couldn’t outrun them all i felt totally hopeless until a maintenance worker came up to all of us with a huge industrial broom in her hand, i thought she was going to yell at all of us for being in the mall after hours bc she probably thought we were all friends but instead she cursed all of them out in spanish, threatened to press a panic button on her belt and then proceeded to walk me to the basement garage and waited with me until my mom got there to pick me up she had a death grip on her cart the whole time and a face of steel she looked so strong and i just kept saying thank you and she kept saying not to thank her because she had to stop them.
that was the moment i realized women were the most important beings on this planet and we have to protect each other bc nobody else is going to, she didn’t even know me, we couldn’t even communicate that well because of the language barrier, she could have lost her job for waiting with me in the parking lot but she looked out for me when she didn’t have to, she had nothing to gain from it, i’m 21 now and i tell everyone this story even though it happened 7 years ago, what she did that night helped me form and shape lot of my beliefs early on.
i was at a grocery store really late one night and some old guy kind of eyed me as i walked out of the store next to this other lady. She and I made eye contact and i knew she was scared too. we loaded up our groceries into our cars as fast as possible and I had way more bags than her so she got done faster than me. I panicked because i was sure she was going to leave so i just hurried faster, shaking a little, and then i noticed she sat in her car, watching me and making sure nobody came near. She waited not until all my groceries were loaded, or until my cart was put away, or until I got into my car. No, she didn’t drive away until I drove away.
And that was the moment that I realized how much women need other women. That we can’t win this war without each other and we have to be looking out for each other, every second.
my last year in new york city, i got off the subway around 9 or 10p.m. i only lived about 5 blocks from the f train, but i hadn’t gotten more than two before a woman’s hand suddenly touched my arm.
“that guy behind us is following you,” she said. “he was watching you leave the train car and followed you up.”
i hadn’t noticed him, or at least not noticed him following me. when we stopped outside a grocery store, he stopped half a block back and loitered. the woman linked her arm with mine and walked me several blocks out of her way to my front door and made sure i got inside safely.
another time, nocigar and i were walking home and at a stoplight a stranger grabbed my arm when i wouldn’t respond to him and tried to physically drag me over to him. she–who is, by the way, not a very physically imposing girl–ripped his hand off my arm and snarled, “don’t fucking touch her.”
protect your friends. protect strangers. there are good men in the world, but don’t wait for them to do something if you can do it yourself.
remember: if you’re attending a school that gives you a .edu email address, you can upgrade your amazon.com account to prime for free by going on and choosing the college/student membership. that means you get the prime 2-day shipping and even some textbook discounts (not to mention AFAIK you enjoy the amazon instant access for free for the duration of your edu email being active)
well at least someone is looking out for students
also counts if you’re in the uk and have an .ac.uk address
French Friend: well, the total cost of me going to Med school is about 406 a year -
American Friend: THOUSAND?
French Friend: Um, no. 406 Euro. It sounds a little high but it covers the cost of my textbooks, extra classes and most of my housing. How much is it for you?
I respect joss whedon’s right to write the equivalent of a 250,000 word 89/? chapter fic posted on ff.net with the description “EVERYONE IS OOC…DONT LIKE DONT READ!!!! I UPDATE FOR EVERY 50 REVIEWS!!! NO FLAMES OR I DELETE” but that doesn’t mean I have to accept it as canon lol
Hello internet civilians! As some of you may or may not know, my name is Dana and I am a high school senior that is ALWAYS on the prowl for trying to get to college for as cheap as possible. I’ve come across 1000′s of scholarships that I simply don’t qualify for, so I thought “hey, why not share these with random people on the internet that don’t know where to start?” You asked the question and only answers you shall receive.
Please remember to credit me for this masterpost because I spent a lot of time and energy on it :)
PLEASE ALSO REMEMBER THAT A SCHOLARSHIP IS WORTHLESS IF YOU DO NOT APPLY FOR IT.
SO DO NOT JUST SAVE THIS POST IN YOUR DRAFTS AND NEVER USE IT. ACTUALLY WRITE AN ESSAY OR FOUR
Have you talked about the time you almost died because that sounds like a very good story (to hear; I'm sure it was terrifying to live through!)
Okay I’ve racked up like a dozen more theatre story requests (from fictionfangirllove, gandalfsgaybeard, to name a few)
and now seems like the time. I actually have multiple ‘once upon a time I almost died’ stories and I can’t remember which one this is referring to so we’re going to pull one out of the memory hat at random, ya dig?
Once upon a time I was in this show called She Stoops to Conquer, but because I was also in a production of Much Adoand splitting time between rehearsals, I only played David Garrick for the prologue (and once a drunk servant when another actor didn’t show up). Anywhoo, I was dressed in the height of eighteenth century fucking fashion in like breeches and frock coat etc. etc. with all my girly hair piled up inside this stupid fucking hat because I’m supposed to be a dude. So the director has this totally-clever, this-has-never-been-done-before idea to stick me in the audience as soon as the house opens, so as people like file in an sit down there’s this time-travelling cross-dressed motherfucker just sobbing in the front row for no obvious reason.
When the house lights go down and the stage lights come up, I turn around like I’ve just fucking noticed the 300 or so people sitting behind me and the fact that there’s a fucking follow-spot pointed right at my fucking face and I’m like “Oh, ha ha, I totally didn’t see you there, let me tell you why I’m sobbing like thirteen-year-old girl who just got dumped.” (I fucking hate this gimmick.) So anyway as the monologue goes on I get up and start running around the auditorium, messing with audience members, like you do, because watching an actor sit on their ass and just talk at you is boring as shit.
Because I was one of the more seasoned actors in the department (this was high school, bear in mind, and I’d already been working on and offstage for about ten years) the director basically gave me free rein to do whatever I wanted, so towards the end of the speech I had a bit where I jumped up onto the arms of some poor sod’s chair–like, a foot on each arm, right?–and it’s hilarious because they’re really surprised and their face is kind of exactly level with my crotch and everyone’s laughing, hardy har har, jokes about genitals never get old. So closing night of show I jump up on this lady’s chair without realizing that she’s thrown her jacket over one arm, and it’s one of those freakin’ slippery windbreaker things. Now, just to make matters worse, I’m wearing like these ridiculous fucking buckled shoes that have literally zero traction, and I’m staring into this blinding spotlight and it’s like looking straight into a goddamn solar flare or some shit. But I’m perched up there and gesticulating wildly, and I shit you not as soon as I get to the line, “Let not your virtue trip; who trips may stumble, / And virtue be not virtue if she tumble,” this lady I’m basically fucking standing on tries to pull her damned plastic jacket across her lap BECAUSE THAT COULDN’T POSSIBLY HAVE WAITED A MOTHERFUCKING MOMENT LONGER and yanks it out from under me.
I go windmilling backward and land flat on my back on the concrete floor so hard I’m pretty sure I saw entire fucking galaxies, nevermind plain fucking stars. But the problem is I’ve landed right in the aisle and because most theatre seats are stadium seats, it’s on like a 30-degree incline, so I go rolling backward, ass over elbow, like a runaway armadillo. And when I flip right side up again, WHAM. I slam into the front of the stage so fucking hard my fucking hat flies off, goes spinning over my head and disappears. And for a minute I’m just sitting there, kind of dazed, legs splayed out in front of me, stockings falling down, wind totally knocked out of me, and all these bitches in the audience are just laughing their asses off because they think it was intentional. So I kind of cough a bit and pull myself to my feet and limp around, wheezing the rest of my lines. And I’m fumbling around, trying to find my damn hat, but here’s the thing–when you’re already about to pass out and you’ve had a spotlight like the wrath of Apollo pointed straight at your face for like half an hour, it is really fucking hard to see a black fucking hat in the fucking dark.
Eventually I have to give up because I’m all out of lines, so I do the most pathetic bow of all time and kind of hobble offstage, totally hatless. And then all the lights come up on this absolutely pristine drawing room set and BAM. Smack in the middle of the stage is the stupid-ass hat, because apparently that was where it fucking landed. And I’m just looking on, like, Ohhhhhh you have got to be shitting me as the family all comes on for the first scene. And the guy playing Mr. Hardcastle like swans the fuck in and then just stops dead, staring down at this thing on the ground like, “What the fuck is this grimy-ass hat doing in the middle of my living room,” and the audience is still fucking dying because they’ve finally caught on to the fact that OH WAIT THEY DIDN’T PLAN THIS NUTFUCKERY. And for the rest of the scene Mr. and Mrs. Hardcastle just go gliding around their parlor, ignoring the hat and just walking in big circles around it like it’s not fucking there which you can’t fucking do in the fucking theatre, because the audience can fucking SEE IT, and I’m dying a thousand deaths in the wings until finally my friend Chris barges onstage as Tony Lumpkin and just fucking boots the fucking hat straight into the wings, turns around and yells, “I’M IN HASTE, MOTHER, DAMN IT.” And the crowd goes wild.
And that is the story of the time I was not an acrobat and almost died and my runaway hat ruined the opening scene.
IF YOU THINK THAT I’M GOING TO SIT AND WATCH A SIX TO SEVEN HOUR MOVIE JUST BECAUSE IT’S AN EXACT REPLICA OF ONE OF MY FAVORITE BOOKS WITH EVERY SINGLE WORD AND DETAIL INCLUDED then you are absolutely right, just let me make some popcorn and get some drinks, we’re gonna be here awhile
my nurse just came in to check my vitals and I told him to fight me from beneath a mountain pillows. He just moved my pillows and told me maybe later.
he just came in again and when I tried to tell him to fight me again I started coughing and I couldn’t breathe and then then he just smiled and told he won’t fight me because he knows I’d win
Apparently I seduced him with my drool and terrible lungs because he wrote his number on a coffee from the giftshop under “fight me?”
AU where McGonagall puts her foot down and says ‘you’re going to give Lily and James and Sirius and Remus and Peter’s boy to WHO?’ and proceeds to destroy every argument Albus has by saying ‘you don’t want him raised so he’s revered and pampered? Fine, give him to me, I’ll raise him.’
She would be strict and firm but Harry would never doubt that he was loved and important; just no more than anyone else.
Mama McGonagall AU 2k15
I’m crying?
Baby Harry growing up on the Hogwarts grounds.
The paintings on Baby Watch when he learns how to crawl.
The ghosts watching him during naptime.
All the teachers reorganizing their class schedules so someone can watch Harry.
Baby Harry and Hagrid.
They’d have to refit the charms on the school when he hits his terrible two’s because he somehow can get the stairs to move at his whim, and he once stranded a group of 5th year Ravenclaws on a landing for two hours.
Four year old Harry loving Professor Flitwick and his charms, floating fairy lights and flower fish.
Two year old Harry babbling in Parseltongue and accidentally finding the Chamber of Secrets.
The Quidditch teams argue over who gets to teach Harry how to fly only for McGonagall to find out one day and give ALL of them detention.
Harry catching a bug and being miserable and McGonagall shifting into a cat and curling up and purring next to him to settle him down.
Harry getting to meet Remus.
Harry and PEEVES.
Summer vacations to Scotland, Harry knowing every inch of Hogwarts like the back of his hand, Harry growing up as keeper of Hogwarts from the start.
Harry being utterly destroyed by the idea that when he really gets to go to Hogwarts (nevermind he’s been sitting in classes since he was five) he’ll have to choose a House.
Harry at 11, standing in the Great Hall, vehemently denying the Sorting Hat’s attempts to put him anywhere.
Harry going to Hogwarts Unsorted because what, exactly, are they gonna do about it? Kick him out?
I NEED TO WRITE THIS BC DO YOU KNOW HOW AMAZING AN EFFECT THIS WOULD HAVE ON THE SCHOOL?
An Unsorted child being free to go from Common Room to Common Room, talking to everyone, having a small bias for Gryffindor due to Mama McGonagall, but learning how everyone is the same and becoming friends with all sorts!
Still being best friends with Ron and Hermione but also befriending Draco bc he can see there’s a lot more to him than the prat, since he knows all Slytherins wear a mask to hide their insecurities.
Harry trying to clean out the Chamber of Secrets with the help of a few teachers he has wrapped around his fingers so he can have his own special place.
Moaning Myrtle adopting him as a little brother since he’s the only one who likes to listen to her stories and genuinely cares about her.
When boys complain about bra straps being distracting, and start comparing it to pulling out their cock, do they fucking realise that a bra is underwear, not genitalia? And the equivalent would be them walking around with their pants so low that their boxers are showing, which they would never do… OH WAIT
My health professor told my class that in the late 70s he’d asked his class to raise their hand if they were a feminist. Every single person, guys included, raised their hand. It was simple, of course they believed women should be equal to men.
When he asked the same question 30 years later, a few girls raised their hands while the rest didn’t move. The term feminism had been polluted. Although the students still believed in equality of the sexes, using the term feminist was “taking it a bit too far”.
Please educate the people around you about the true meaning of the word feminism. Let’s erase all of the misconceptions surrounding feminism. NEVER BE ASHAMED TO CALL YOURSELF A FEMINIST. Happy International Women’s Day!
