queerpyracy:

“wahh i only like enemies to lovers if it’s gay bc i don’t want men to be mean to women” what about a woman doing heinous shit to a man and that man (who also sucks) being pathetically psychosexually obsessed with her. you people have no fucking vision. if you were willing to read & write women doing actual wrongs this wouldn’t be a problem. let that female character commit atrocities with the sole goal of ruining one guy’s life while they have weird sexual tension about it

sometiktoksarevalid:

mitchipedia:

Cairo Mary, bouncer at Shanghai Red’s in San Pedro, California, escorts a customer to the door in 1953.

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russell-crowe:

scream

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original image from the magazine:

Found a scan of this issue on the Internet Archive (it’s the back cover). This scan is 4000x6000 for all your high resolution needs!

La Domenica Del Corriere v60 n29 1958-07-20 (Darwin-IA) : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive

La Domenica Del Corriere v60 n29 July 20 1958, Milan, Italy, 36 pages, 40 lira.Front and rear covers by Walter Molino.

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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.)”

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jabberding0:

evolution of the Can Opener

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lakemojave:

lakemojave:

The tumpet 🎺

It’s Tumpet Tuesday. Bwaaa.

“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.”

- Lindy west; the witches are coming

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certainly-april:

grimoiremanifest:

certainly-april:

Ragebaiting my fat dog? More like master baiting my fat hog!!!!!!!!

❗️Great Hog is displeased by this.

The kingly pig looks taken aback by this statement. “You claim to be ‘baiting’ our kind?.. A master of it, no less - after all the trust we hsve placed in you?”

- Your relationship with the Hog Society 🐖 is now Unfavourable.

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