I don’t know who Megan Kelly is but I wanna piss her off
dis bitch
“Verifiable fact” 😭😂
I’d PISS ON HER tbh
btw Saint Nicholas, whom Santa Claus is based on, was a black guy
and we don’t know exactly what jesus looked like, but here’s an artistic reconstruction of an average 20-something male from his ethnic group at the time
DOES THIS LOOK FUCKING WHITE TO YOU
I want this post everywhere
jesus was represented more or less accurately as an ethnically jewish arab man up until the reign of pope alexander vi, in the late 15th century. since he was viciously persecuting roman jews during this time, alexander wanted to make them less sympathetic to the public, and did so in part by ordering that portrayals of jesus be based off of his son, cesare borgia.
the reason “jesus is white” is because someone purposefully attempted to alter the perception of history to benefit his goal of persecuting a targeted ethnic group.
Ooh, interesting historical note.
I don’t usually share posts like this but I always want to piss off Megan Kelly
Canon Santa not fanon Santa
The bible canon’s been muddled so much that Jesus could be a bald asian trans woman for all we know
So Jesus is modeled after an incestuous, horny, 15th century Italian?
•buy toys/dolls/crayons
•play with Legos
•play old videogames/dress up games
•weave friendship bracelets
•watch cartoons
•use stickers
•draw pics of your favorite characters
If it makes you feel nice, do it.
Don’t even worry about what other people think, because it doesn’t matter–if it brings you happiness, it’s not “ridiculous”, or “immature”.
You deserve to enjoy yourself.
Let me share with you what I consider to be the most important less I’ve learned in my adult life:
“Growing up doesn’t mean you can’t have Zebra Cakes. Growing up simply means that, if you want to have Zebra Cakes, you buy them for yourself.”
“What the hell are you talking about, Bear?” Well, let me explain. For those of you who live outside of the US, this is a Zebra Cake:
It’s a little pre-packaged snack cake that is horribly cheap and junky and really not that great, but it is like manna from heaven to me. I fucking love these things. When I was a little kid growing up, my mom bought Zebra Cakes but once in a blue moon. They were intended to be put in mine and my siblings’ school lunches, but my brother and I would eat them whenever we wanted, so Mom just didn’t see the point. (They also used to be kind of expensive, at least for our family’s budget.) Needless to say, the coveted Zebra Cakes were a luxury for me, and were one of the tastes of my childhood.
Fast forward to my college years. I was living in an apartment with three other people, doing my own shopping and cooking. I was in the grocery store, picking up some stuff, and I happened to walk past a display of snack cakes. Among them were several boxes of Zebra Cakes.
I paused at this, chuckling to myself. Oh man. Zebra Cakes. I haven’t had those in years. I loved those when I was a kid. I reminisced happily and thought about how much I missed the taste of Zebra Cakes, then started to walk away.
And then I stopped dead.
Because I had realized that there was literally nothing stopping me from buying a box of Zebra Cakes. There was nothing stopping me from buying ten boxes of Zebra Cakes. If I wanted Zebra Cakes, I could have goddamn Zebra Cakes, because it was my money and my decision to make.
I put two boxes in my cart (they were 2 for $5) and never looked back.
Here’s the secret I learned that day: The idea of something being “just for kids” is, by and large, bullshit. What you do on your own adult free time with your own adult money is, by its very nature, adult stuff. It’s like comedian Eddie Izzard (who frequently performed his routines in drag) once said when someone asked about him wearing ‘women’s clothes’: “They’re not women’s clothes. They’re my clothes. I bought them.”
I am 25 years old, and yesterday I bought myself a shark lunchbox. Look at it. Look at how awesome my lunchbox is.
Was this lunchbox intended to by bought for and used by a child? Yes. The tag said it was for ages 3 and up. But it was bought by and will be used by an adult, and anyone who thinks that’s wrong is probably just jealous that they don’t have the self-confidence to rock a shark lunchbox at 25.
So like. Being “mature” and “an adult” doesn’t mean you have to completely abandon the things that made you happy when you were younger. It just means that you may have to approach them in a different way.
Pay attention, there’s a lesson here
I hesitated reblogging this, and I am not entirely sure why.
LEGO. I just turned 42 and I have LEGO sets allllll over my house. Why? Because I wanted them, and because it is my money and I will spend it how I like, MOTHER.
As long as you aren’t bankrupting yourself, buy the things you *want* to buy, the things that bring you JOY.
you are missing out on so much if you just stick to “adult things”
I still sleep with plushies
I sleep with a big old sloth plush fondly named Banaffy that I bought less than a month ago
being an adult doesn’t mean proving your adultness through abandoning any little thing that might not seem ‘adult enough’
– this applies to anything. Your identity, your aesthetic, your gender, you don’t have to prove anything to anyone. You can be goth and like cute shit, you can be a guy and wear pink shit, you can be a woman and never touch makeup with a ten foot pole, you can be a lesbian and in every way as butch as you want and still wear lipstick, you can be a gay man and not show it whatsoever if it doesn’t suit you, you can do whatever you want
be a horror writer who does a spinoff comedy sequel on the side
be a librarian and still hit the bondage club weekends
you don’t got anything to prove, except how to have a good time, to yourself
eat that zebra cake
Adding this because it is forever relevant:
“Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.”
- C. S. Lewis
idc if lunchables are for kids, they’re fucking good
Now that I have my own quarters I make sure to use those toy dispensers, every now and again, because it’s what child me want
be careful about your cleaning products and dont get yourself injured or potentially killed ok
why it so dangerous to be clean
As someone who’s job is to handle chemicals like this, I need to state that this information is IMPORTANT. Plenty of people have accidentally injured or killed themselves at home because they didn’t know what kind of reaction certain substances have with one another. Play it safe and don’t mix chemicals.
Also don’t use bleach to clean up urine it’ll create chloramine bc of the ammonia in it and you can give yourself chemical pnemonia that way
Every time I see “helpful” posts telling people to mix these things while cleaning I cringe with my entire body.
I made a comic about every comment thread under any content involving a fat person existing. Ever. This counts as my inktober #1 because I spent way more time on it than I should have.
hi guys! i know that valentine’s day can be a rough day for a lot of people, and as i’m a hopeless romantic that happens to be single this time around, i want to give someone the fictional valentine’s date of their dreams.
rules:
one reblogs is two entries, one like is one entry. you can reblog as many times as you’d like, every one will count.
there will be one winner. if you win, all you have to do is tell me your favorite character and your dream valentine’s date night. this could be sfw, nsfw, or both. the fic will be from 1k-5k, depending on the amount of detail you give me in your prompt.
you must be following for your entry to be valid. the winner will be chosen this sunday, february 9th and the fic will be posted on valentine’s day.
I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.
Metal men are gentlemenly as shit.
This fucking this^^^
I’ve always loved this.
I went to my first concert a few months ago and there were these really tall men with black vest tops and tattoos and piercings surrounding us screaming loudly when the music started playing, but then we realised this kid in the crowd had lost his mum so they tried to comfort him and when he started crying they asked him his name and he shakily sobbed “Eliot” at which point they lifted him in the air onto the shoulder’s and shouted at the top of their lungs “ELIOT’S MUM, ELIOT IS LOOKING FOR YOU. EXCUSE ME HAS ANYONE SEEN ELIOT’S MUM!!!” at which point Eliot started giggling between sobs until he finally found his mum while in the air.
Seriously, I have felt safer in groups of death metal dudes than in the group of the preppiest preps that ever prepped.
Metal guys are one big family. Simple as that.
I remember seeing this for the first time like a year ago and not once have I seen it and not reblogged it because this is just amazing.
My old coworker was one of those guys. Big, bearded, played in a hardcore metal band. One day another coworker’s laptop was stolen from the breakroom, so metal-head bought him a brand new one.
That guy was really a huge teddy bear.
My friend is tiny and she was at a concert when she was 15 or something and they were about to do a wall of death and she was right at the front. She started to realise this was not going to end well for her, but then this massive guy next to her picked her up and put her on his shoulders just as it began. After when she asked why, he said “if I didn’t pick you up you would have been crushed.” Metal men are nicer than most.
I think the rules for metal dudes are universal. 1. Look out for smaller people that could be hurt and help them. 2. If someone falls, help them up. 3. If you see anyone being a dick fucking pulverise them
If demons looked like demons Evil would be quite rare. It’s the demons dressed as angels For which we must beware.
Reblogging for that perfect last addition
I like to call this particular breed of metal dudes “pit dad’s” because if you need help while ur in the pit, they’ll always be there
One of my best friends is a bass player in a metal band. He is about as cuddly, polite, and PC as they come.
for reaching two thousand followers, I’ll be giving away a two thousand word fic! I did a giveaway once before and had a lot of fun with it. here’s to round two!
r u l e s:
the winner gets to choose any bnha fiction they’d like. character x character, character x reader, character x oc. any genre you’d like, sfw or nsfw.
must be following. one like to this post is one entry, one reblog is two entries, meaning you can enter your url three times.
i will choose the winner by a random number generator on the morning of sunday the 27th.
Full description and specs are listed on the campaign page. However here are a few features and notes of introduction:
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The Telluric Tarot is a collection of 78 lovingly chosen minerals- each paired with a companion plant for extra earthy goodness. I carefully rendered each stone’s crystal structure and unique characteristics to fully capture their essence and message.
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This tarot is entirely based on crystals and plants’ natural and symbolic properties. It is therefore non-hierarchical (there are no mention of titles or roles such as King, Queen, Priest, etc; cards are named for their respective stone/plant) and entirely gender-neutral (including the language in the companion book). It is compatible with the Rider-Waite tradition if a reader prefers it- in number of cards, types of suits and general messages- yet it was created to stand entirely on its own as a unique voice strongly inspired by the earth and soil, just like its predecessor The Telluric Runes.
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The pricing is in CAD (Canadian bucks!) so that means it’s pretty sweet deal for US buyers.. just sayin’
☆.。.:*・ WAIT THAT’S NOT ALL since I’m also launching my BEST GIVEAWAY YET…
(as the giveaways get better, their names get worse; for universal balance)
ONE GRAND PRIZE:
Including…
-One Telluric Tarot deck with gilded gold edges
-Onesuper special limited (the ONLY one) editionHARD COVER, full- colour Telluric Tarot companion book
- A starter collection of minerals featured in The Telluric Tarot:
- 1 cerussite crystal (this one is sooo awesome it’s full of rainbowy sparkles and SO HEAVY I love cerussite ok the others are great too but I had to put it out there)
- 2 fluorite crystals
- 1 tumbled rhodochrosite
- 1 zircon crystal
- 1 epidote crystal
- 1 copal (’young amber’)
- 1 slice of watermelon tourmaline crystal
GIVEAWAY RULES:
- 1 reblog = 1 entry
- likes are not an entry
- Open to people anywhere on the planet
-Please note: This prize will be sent at the LATEST when the rest of the decks and books have arrived as well, so around mid-to-late November. Could be earlier but just in case.
-GIVEAWAY ENDS OCTOBER 14th at MIDNIGHT (the Kickstarter is on until October 30th so that I can party hard on Halloween)
I always feel like I’m forgetting something but anyway… Y’all know where to find me ☆.。.:*・
Total number of confirmed kills: 775. Photo taken in Germany, May 4, 1945.
And this hasn’t been made into a movie or mini series?
The cool thing is, there’s still one person missing: Lyudmila Pavlichenko.
She was one of the deadliest snipers of World War II, and is regarded as one of the deadliest snipers of all time. Over the course of one year (June 1941-June 1942) she racked up a count of 309 kills, 36 of which were enemy snipers. Her prescence in the picture alone would have brought the total number of kills from 755 to 1064.