Reblogged hyourinmaruice
We lost a vital part of this site when people stopped making “fuckyeah_____” fan blogs
Reblogged kaleymonster
i think it’s important to get deeply emotionally unironically involved in a bad piece of media whilst fully aware that it objectively sucks ass. like for your health or whatever
Reblogged joylee56
The relatability tho
Both at once
kills his father, sacrifices his life for Belle and Bae and the town
Reblogged letmetellyouaboutmyfeels
I keep using my girlfriend with unusual work hours to get out of coworker interactions and happy hours and hanging out.
But now the company holiday party is upon us.
And I’ve been lying about the girlfriend.
I suddenly really empathise with the characters in Hallmark Christmas movies.
I like that people have two reactions to this post.
Reasonable: “just say she couldn’t make it!”
Chaotic: FAKE DATING AU
sweet-chesus
Well, which one is it going to be?
And so it begins
bazfloralsuit
having the DMV area Craigslist bookmarked has never come in handy before but now
Update, Craigslist has flagged my post as inappropriate.
Apparently you can’t solicit a date as a “gig”
I now see my mistake
Update: a date has been acquired. This is true lesbian solidarity in action.
My wife has now read this and wonders how baby gays are even meeting and mating
Can confirm I am meeting and mating just fine 😂
By the way I’m in a relationship with this woman now
This is the feedback I’ve been looking for
world heritage post
Reblogged whiteorangeflower
It writes…the pencil fucking WRITES!!!
I thought this was plastic at first so I was super confused as to why OP was freaking out over the fact that it writes
But then I realized
Oh
It's the chocolate guy
FUCK OFF
@thebibliosphere, you like chocolate makers, right? I hope this brings some cheer to your week!
What fucking wizardry... HOW
Did y'all motherfuckers know he has a NETFLIX SHOW NOW?
I adore this guy. Taking his class in Vegas is on my bucket list.
Reblogged lunanilla
Learning to delete/mute/block before a negative comment takes root in your mind is a modern survival skill. If you're going to wander the overgrown countryside of the internet, you need to develop a quick eye for ticks.
It's deeply tempting to respond to the "well, actually," to the cruel assumption, to the unjust accusation, to the odious viewpoint. It's tempting because you're defaulting to the etiquette of dinner conversation. This isn't a dinner conversation. Someone is shouting at you from a moving car. Turn away.
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ghostbusters are always like who are you gunna call? ghostbusters! but it’s hard enough to call the doctor’s office i’m not gunna call the ghostbusters i’d just live with a ghost in my house forever
glassesanddreads
who you gunna call? no one i have anxiety
But I might be able to send an enquiry if they have a form on their website
Two Comedians Walk into a Hotel Room (Midge/Lenny)
I dusted off a half finished Marvelous Mrs. Maisel fic in anticipation of the new season starting up. PG-13, fade to black,
Midge, Lenny, and a tiny Italian hotel room with only one bed.
II
“You can have the bed, I’ll take the…” Lenny looked at the room that was so small it didn’t even have a spot for a chair
“Bathtub?” Midge suggested wryly as she looked for a place to put her suitcase. “Don’t be silly, we can share. One of us is a gentleman.”
“I hope you mean you because that’s something I’ve never been accused of a day in my life. Also, there is no bathtub. I’m not even sure that qualifies as a shower so much as it’s a really tall sink.” Lenny stepped out of the bathroom, which was really more of an alcove with a curtain hung to separate it from the room.
“That’s okay, I don’t think this is a hotel room so much as it is a closet they just so happened to fit a bed in.” It was smaller than her closet, actually. She was going to have to put her suitcase on the bed to get anything out and squeeze it into the corner when she was done.
“I don’t think it’s a closet if there’s a window.” 'Window' was being generous, considering the size and the fact that it almost touched the ceiling and they couldn’t look out of it without standing on the chair they didn’t have.
“I don’t think it’s a bedroom if there’s not a closet.” What they were being charged for a closet was ridiculous.
“Two comedians walk into a closet and…”
“Heard that one. The punchline never works.” She tossed her suitcase on the bed, glad she’d left the bigger one in the car. “You can use the bathroom first.”
Reblogged hyourinmaruice
“National Geographic called me and asked me to write the feminist facts about how The Lion King gets lion pride dynamics all wrong. I happily complied. Lions are matrilineal!!
When I contacted Craig Packer, one of the world’s leading lion researchers, to talk about this story he was IMMEDIATELY AVAILABLE. He Skyped me almost instantly from a camp in Kenya and said he’s been waiting for someone to ask him this question since the original film came out.
Anyway, if The Lion King were real, Nala would be the star, Sarabi would be holding her up saying everything the light touches is our kingdom, Simba would have left and never come back, and when Nala got old enough Sarabi would have carved out a territory for her to rule.”
UPDATE:
“Reasons men gave for lecturing me on lion pride social structure and telling me one of the world’s leading lion researchers is wrong (I am not kidding these are real): -Watched The Lion King DVD extras -Read a textbook 25 years ago -Has been to the zoo -Everyone just knows
If you ever wondered what it’s like to be a woman that communicates science, this is what it’s like. Any expertise you or your sources may have gained over decades of hard work are null and void because someone watched a DVD extra 25 years ago.”
Reblogged ladysibyl
“she was called Phillis, because that was the name of the ship that brought her, and Wheatley, which was the name of the merchant who bought her. She was born in Senegal. In Boston, the slave traders put her up for sale: -she’s seven years old! She will be a good mare! She was felt, naked, by many hands. At thirteen, she was already writing poems in a language that was not her own. No one believed that she was the author. At the age of twenty, Phillis was questioned by a court of eighteen enlightened men in robes and wigs. She had to recite texts from Virgil and Milton and some messages from the Bible, and she also had to swear that the poems she had written were not plagiarized. From a chair, she gave her long examination, until the court accepted her: she was a woman, she was black, she was a slave, but she was a poet. “ Phillis Wheatley, was the first African-American writer to publish a book in the United States.
This is a picture of Sarah Forbes Bonetta, ward and protégé of English Queen Victoria. There are no extant photographs of Phillis Wheatley because she died in 1784, and photographs did not exist until the daguerrotype was invented in the 1830s.
autisticexpression
What a site
Reblogged thieves-never-say-die
Leverage OT3: Foodie edition
I’m imagining Eliot on Chopped, and when they’re unpacking their baskets it’s like
1. Sunflower Butter
2. Avocado
3. Cereal
4. Orange Soda
And I can’t decide whether Eliot’s eye starts twitching, or if he’s like “Ah, my home turf 👌🏻”
Definitely eye twitching - we all know that Hardison hacked the Chopped servers to make that happen
He sighs deeply and then wins the round because he’s Done This Before.
Reblogged tjmystic
Ahahahahah!
ok i am EXTREMELY impressed by the venn diagram
Reblogged ddagent
have you yet had the cognitive dissonance that comes with learning that Jon Pertwee was an actual spy in WWII or have you not yet had that pleasure
i HAVE and it's so funny - imagine being a real life British spy and, posthumously, your most recognized achievement is playing a gay science magician on children's television
it's what he would have wanted
John Pertwee belongs to a very exclusive club for people who were spies in WWII, later became famous for completely unrelated things, and were over 6 feet tall.
The other club members are Christopher Lee, Julia Child, and Roald Dahl.
Historically-dubious action movie where Christopher Lee, Jon Pertwee, Julia Child, and Roald Dahl are a team working the same mission when?
Reblogged ravensinflight
sifu-yue