A major crossover event involving Dandadan, Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo, and Dorohedoro had to be cancelled because its resulting name infringed on the copyright to lyrics by Scatman John.
these beds crack me up because I know the recliner on the side is a massage chair/for fuckin’ but I also imagine that it’s where you have your buddy/most trusted advisor/overly-familiar-but-not-too-familiar jester lounge for movie night while you and your consort spoon in bed
the massage chair is to soothe his sword-sore muscles while he fiddles his thumbs and chimes in with some constructive criticism on your technique
Now I’m imagining a knight in full plate armor sitting on that while it vibrates and making just the most awful cacophony of clanking metal while the couple attempts to consummate their relationship right next to her
“Ah, my sweet, should we, um…”
“No, no, I find the sound of a trash can full of assorted tools falling down a stairway to be arousing. No, seriously.”
“Llook Ii’m do-oing ththis for y-your safe-safety!”
feeling particularly angry today about how our entire society is being shaped by the whims of rich white dudes who are driven by a childish fear of death and who have the worst priorities, the moral depth of tissue paper, no appreciation or understanding of the humanities or history, and who actually resent being human instead of celebrating it. none of us elected these assholes. but they just get to run the world.
“My husband plays the trumpet, which is a sort of loud pretzel originally invented to blow down the walls of fucking Jericho and, later, to let Civil War soldiers know it was time to kill each other in a river while you chilled eating pigeon in your officer’s tent twenty miles away, yet somehow, in modern times, it has become socially acceptable to toot the bad cone inside your house before 10:00 a.m. because it’s “your job” and your wife should “get up.” What a world! If one was feeling uncharitable, one might describe the trumpet as a machine where you put in compressed air and divorce comes out, but despite this— despite operating a piece of biblical demolition equipment inside the home every bright, cold morning of his wife’s one and only life—the trumpet is not the most annoying thing about my husband.”
STOP the fucking song and back it up to the start we didn’t think about the right thing at the right time our head music video is all messed up what the fuck guys come on
Claudette Colvin, whose 1955 arrest for refusing to give up her seat on a segregated Montgomery bus helped spark the modern civil rights movement, has died. She was 86.
Her death was announced Tuesday by the Claudette Colvin Legacy Foundation. Ashley D. Roseboro of the organization confirmed she died in Texas.
Colvin was arrested months before Rosa Parks gained international fame before refusing to give up her seat on a segregated bus.
I just really hate the word "fandom". It's just a portmanteau of "fan" and "random". It sounds like some desperate attempt to be quirky and different. Plus, the word "fanbase" already exists.
idk, i thought it was fan + kingdom, or fanatic + domain??
but yeah, it is a bit weird how we have ‘fandom’ when ‘fanbase’ already existed? but that’s language for you, always changing all the time
Actually, Anon, fandom is significantly older than fan base or fanbase; the OED gives the first known citation of fandom meaning “the community of fans of a thing” from 1903, while their first entry for fan base isn’t until the 1970s. If you compare the frequencies of the two terms in Google Ngram Viewer, you’ll see that fandom has historically been far more frequent, with fan base running a distant second (and the closed form fanbase an even more distant third).
The OED also rejects your portmanteau hypothesis, though I suppose sportswriters from the 1900s might’ve been trying to be quirky and different when they coined fandom from the productive derivational suffix -dom, which the OED also gives copies examples of throughout the 1800s (including BA-dom, old fogey-dom, blizzard-dom and theater-dom.
Respect the fandom, guys. It’s older than Steve Rogers.
So, seeing as the OED does not provide free access to its sources, I looked this up. According to various webpages, included this one, ‘fandom’ was used in 1903 by the Cincinnati Enquirer to refer to baseball fans.
Thus not only do we have an early example of a word that combines ‘fanatic’ with ’-dom’ as in ‘kingdom’, we also have a useful reminder that when it comes to excessively liking things to the point of it being its own subculture, people who are into sports have the rest of us beat by several orders of magnitude.
I had a hard time picking who should be the one with cass here seeing as the recent issues have mostly consisted of rotating who gets that spot, but i felt like tenji had been there just slightly more often.
Also where did she get that horse and what happened to it i need to know
German company Kärcher has used its high-powered pressure washers to create an enormous Godzilla on the Iwaya Kawauchi Dam in Saga Prefecture, Japan, to celebrate the dam’s 50th anniversary. Godzilla will remain on the wall for 2 to 3 months.
I’m glad I lived to see pressure washing art, that’s a massive upgrade from writing “wash me” on a dusty car’s window
woke up this morning, rolled over, and very confidently tried to blow out my alarm clock like a candle. absolutely no precedent for that.
Ebeneezer in 1742 wakes with a start as for some reason he has put out his guttering candle by slapping atop it ith the palm of his hand. His hand is burned and his nightgown and cap are spattered with hot wax.
Fascinated by the perceived necessity of an Equivalent Exchange
i dont think whites understand how being white makes literally everything easier.
it effects everything.
being trans is easier when youre white.
being gay is easier when youre white.
being disabled is easier when youre white.
being a woman is easier when youre white.
being autistic is easier when youre white.
oppression is eased when you are white, as you get extra privileges, and your whiteness is seen as a positive characteristic that in some ways counter-balances your other forms of being a minority. whiteness controls everything.
you are automatically way more innocent in your own oppression as a gay, trans, disabled person because of your whiteness.
never forget this.
three things:
1. it’s true
2. white people get pissed when i bring this up/wear this shirt
3. the comments to this thread melted my fucking eyeballs seriously why the fuck are y’all like this
white people you don’t need to say you’re white when you reblog this btw. you don’t even need to mention it btw
I wish more people understood this. if you are white, you are white before anything else. before EVERYTHING else. they see your skin color, and decide how much respect, decency, agency, rights, you “deserve”. you disliking this fact doesn’t make it less true.
“Male author writes male character who is widely lusted after by the female fans” isn’t impressive or noteworthy when it’s a character who follows the formulaic Cool-Guy, Boyfriend-Material, Thirst-Trap archetype because like. You can study up on that for 10 minutes and understand the script. You can copy-paste a guy like that.
“Male author writes male character who is widely lusted after by the female fans” is extremely impressive when it’s Arataka Reigen. That is absolutely organic and almost certainly unintentional to the highest degree. No playbook on that one. That is undeniable authenticity in the irresistible failman market and I think ONE deserves an award even if he doesn’t want it.
To be clear. BONES the studio absolutely knew what they were doing. But this is after they recognized the exact rare-metal value of the weird ugly sweaty failman with no friends and the only common sense in the series. You can’t not fuck him.
“THIS ISN’T A SEX THING” I exasperatedly yell as my leitmotif and that of my mortal enemy are arranged and mixed to play as a single track during our final climatic duel.
“ON MY MOTHER’S NAME, THIS ISN’T A SEX THING” I desperately howl as my nemesis and I pull off a seamless, perfectly coordinated team attack on a greater threat, with no prior training or practice, our skills and habits mingling and mixing perfectly and naturally due to our dozens of duels with each other, leading to immensely intimate familiarity with each other’s martial habits, combat tendencies, and overall skillset.
here’s the saskatchewan health authority’s most recent statement regarding the incident. there’s a lot of talk but nothing of substance is being said. his family just wants answers and yet they haven’t even been told his time of death. his family also believes that the “imitation firearm” in question is a bright pink and green cigarette holder/lighter, but police refuse to release a photo of it.
according to those who knew him, he was a kind person who always went out of his way to help the less fortunate. he was seeking certification as a social worker and was heavily involved in his community. his family also says that he was against anything that has the potential to cause harm to people.
I can clearly remember the moment I first realised my mother and I were living on completely different planes of existence. I was 7 years old and I came home from my school’s first track and field day having placed second or third in every event. the teachers had been making jokes all afternoon about how many times they had to call my name. my friends thought I was cool as shit. my enemies thought I was cool as shit too, come to think of it. I was proud as hell. so I get home with the entire front of my shirt covered in ribbons like I was a military dictator who’d awarded himself every medal, I walk into the kitchen and tell my mum all about my day, and she goes “oh, that must be disappointing not getting any firsts.” and I’m like no?? first of all the first place ribbons are red and I don’t like red. second of all look at me. there’s literally nowhere left on my body for accolades. I am fucking Jacked of All Trades. how could this possibly be a disappointment.
I think part of the reason why we feel so sad is that we’re too far away from raw, numinous experiences. Like you know that post with a picture of the unpolluted night sky where people are reacting in terrified awe not realizing that’s what the stars really look like?
I think it’s like. You need vivid experiences that can’t be easily repeated. You need elemental things. I don’t mean this in a crunchy hippie just-try-yoga way I mean this in a way that’s like…we’re inside all the time and most things we experience are scheduled ahead of time. When there are sidewalks, we follow them, and there’s always some boring place to go. You need things that no one has any control over and that no one can sell for money.
You need to be outside in a storm and see lightning strike very close to you. You need to meet a wild creature and have to stand very still and almost not even breathe and watch before it vanishes. You need to be alone somewhere very big. You need to go to a place because it looks interesting and be at the wrong place at the wrong time. You need to climb over a fence instead of going in by the gate. You need to hear the exploding sound of a huge flock of birds flying. You need to watch live theater performed by kids on a low budget. You need to be lost somewhere. You need to be barefoot somewhere. You need to sing with other people who are singing. You need to get soaking wet with all of your clothes on and come inside shivering.
biologists will be like this is a very simplified diagram of a mammalian cell
chemists will be like this is a molecule
okay but this is what the best render of a human cell looks like
They are not kidding
We are full of so many fuckign guys
This is actually a full on interactive map! You can put your cursor over any structure to focus on it and see its name, you can focus on all the structures that are part of a specific pathway and, when you click on proteins, you open it up on PhosphoSitePlus, which is a curated database of proteins and their post-translational modifications. It has a helpful description and summary for each protein!
This is a HUGE complementary resource for learning molecular biology! It really helps to make sense of each individual pathway and it puts everything into perspective. It only focuses on human, rat and certain other animal cells, so it won’t have all the pathways one would wish to see… But for the pathways it does include, consider opening the image and accompanying it as you learn or revise them!
oh wow, thank you for the additional information, i had no idea, that’s so much cooler than just the flat picture.
dry humping in its specificity as a term implies the existence of wet humping
not my best work
everyone quit reblogging with “investing” and “making this blow up”. that only happens to blogs that are already big. my posts sit squarely at 2 notes apiece and so it shall remain
The caption reads: “Defeated by roses. Near Turin’s Lingotto station, along a lonely path, Miss Guida Concetta Rinino, 28 years old, who was bringing a nice bunch of roses to a relative, was accosted by an unknown young man. The young woman, rather than losing heart, defended herself with extraordinary energy, using the bunch of flowers as a weapon. So it was that the scoundrel, his face all scratched up, had to flee. (Drawing by Walter Molino.)”
Incredible. At a distance I understand how the woman might appear to be the abuser and the man the sympathetic victim, but the second you zoom into the man’s face the pink-cheeked rage- not remorse, or rejection, or embarrassment- not heartbreak or despair- but RAGE- the deeper story speaks itself into your suspicions.
And the bit where they’re HER roses? Almost a relief, but also sadder, as she will arrive at whatever event without them, or with them destroyed.
Do you think when the righteous anger and anxiety and annoyance fade, when she arrives at her destination- will her loved ones applaud her? Will she be proud? Will her hands shake? Will she walk home with company from then out, and for how long?
In this moment, she is provoked into anger. Anger is good- it appears strong. But look at his face. Would you put it past him to linger there after dark, in case she returns alone?
What story will HE tell, of ‘I was perfectly polite, but she didn’t even give me a chance- women like that, they’d swoon for a jerk in a heartbeat, but kind and flattering men like me?…”
I love this piece. It paints both stories while illustrating the power dynamics and struggles at play. This should be shown in art classes
when a mutual posts a poll you know nothing about, but they say “orangutan johnson my beloved, orangutan johnson sweep!!!!” you vote for orangutan johhnson. it’s called loyalty.
Reminder to everyone that for some reason this is the state that cracked the juvenile justice problem!! Congrats to Missouri for being the best in the nation!
is it really a miracle or is it just treating these kids like people
spoiler alert: it’s just treating these kids like people
i saw ppl dunking on this woman on here a while ago which is crazy bc regardless of ur thoughts on taylor swift skipping work is literally awesome
Hiding your identity via blanket and putting on sunglasses so you can participate in an interview despite calling in sick to work is hilarious work good on her
A sengi found in Botswana, Namibia, and South Africa. Its natural habitats are subtropical or tropical dry shrubland, and grassland, and hot deserts. They eat insects, shoots, and roots.
As one of the few monogamous mammals, round-eared sengi practice mate guarding. This involves guarding the female before and after heat to eliminate male competition, which makes males more vulnerable to their surroundings as they spent a majority of their time dedicated to this tactic.
captain hook should be a stock character, generic pirate just doesn’t scratch the itch of high camp tragicomedy bitch with Charles II hair and moral OCD who beefs with a six year old
People talk about Elsa’s “Let it Go” moment having killed the men of the Terror and the Erebus, but it goes farther than that. That same historically cold winter of 1846/1847 also caused so much snow that it led to an infamous American tragedy, as I learned when I read the nonfiction work The Indifferent Stars Above.
If Elsa killed the Terror and Erebus men, then she also doomed the Donner Party.
Doesn’t Frozen take place during the summer, though?
The Donner Party got stuck in the mountains when it unexpectedly started snowing in September!
For everyone who keeps asking what the hell I’m talking about.
“How does one hate a country, or love one? …I lack the trick of it. I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and river and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply?”
the fact that we are firmly in a time where conservatives are like “the actual founding fathers, who were slaveowners, were not racist enough for my taste” is wild
‘we haven’t got a fucking clue how to spell these people but sure they can worship whoever they like’
oxford was built and operational as a college before the rise of the mayans and cleopatra lived in a time nearer to pizza hut’s invention than to the pyramids being built
I need a noncomprehensive history book that covers Known World History in time periods, like “in this century, all this shit was happening concurrently” and not just all spread out so I have to piece it together like some unpaid uneducated scholar
I grew up with this book, which is frickin’ enormous, and it was endlessly fascinating to young me to pour over the side by side comparison of events taking place concurrently under different headings and in different parts of the world.
Or if you want something you can put on your wall, there’s this:
first assigned reading in my textile history class is about orientalism and the political appropriation of the paisley print and kashmir shawl by the british written by a south asian researcher
“in this essay i would like to offer a way of reading pattern and textile history as political and ideological” sickos yes ha ha ha yes . jpeg
when i was curating the marine science museum i was up in the archives looking for something and when i walked out i had to go through the main museum hall and i heard some kids speculating something about a whale skeleton so i walked up and started talking to them about it. they started asking me follow up questions and then another and another and another and then their parents came over and immediately zeroed in on my “curator” nametag and told their kids i was probably very busy and i said no not at all keep asking me questions. soon their parents asked some questions too (after a few more apologies, because somewhere along the line they learned shame that i want to undo) and in the end i talked to them for like 30 minutes as a few more people joined.
a few months later one of the parents wrote me a letter that i still keep with me and in the letter they asked the kids what they learned at the museum and one of the kids said, “i learned i’m special.”
choked up just typing that now LMAO. they didn’t mention the whales or the squids or the seals or the tides or the seaweed i told them all about. they learned that their questions matter so much that even the person in charge should stop and answer them. they learned they don’t need to apologize for not knowing and for asking questions. they learned that they’re special!!!!!!!! what could possibly matter more???
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