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leviathans-in-the-tardis:

you don’t realise how much tumblr has changed your view on things until you spend time with friends who don’t have tumblr and they say something and you’re just like

oh


latulin:

alleoop:

chisanaai:

dnotive:

oh.

OH.

#SHOTSFIRED

Yeah, except traditional English actually closely resembles Germanic and was simplified by the Vikings because it was complex as hell. The Vikings spoke Norse, not English, and married many of the English women. Languages are harder to learn when you’re an adult, however, so they made many of the English words much simper. A great example of this would be the plurals we hear today, as now (for the most part) we just add an s or an es to a word. Ex: Books used to be Beek, Oaks used to be Ack, Goats used to be Gat, etc. (here’s the video I learned this jazz from, its real neat and probably explains this all better than me!!)
Also, Britannic English and American English used to be the same, but Britannic English was actually the one that changed (or, at least, uses newer ways of spelling a word), not American English. Ex: the spelling of favorite had been used since the 17th century, where as favourite has been used since the 19th century.  Please note that this is not the case with all words (such as color/colour), but also note that traditional does not always mean better and that simplified does not always mean worse.
tldr; Shut the fuck up Britain and get off your damn high horse.

latulin:

alleoop:

chisanaai:

dnotive:

oh.

OH.

#SHOTSFIRED

Yeah, except traditional English actually closely resembles Germanic and was simplified by the Vikings because it was complex as hell. The Vikings spoke Norse, not English, and married many of the English women. Languages are harder to learn when you’re an adult, however, so they made many of the English words much simper. A great example of this would be the plurals we hear today, as now (for the most part) we just add an s or an es to a word. Ex: Books used to be Beek, Oaks used to be Ack, Goats used to be Gat, etc. (here’s the video I learned this jazz from, its real neat and probably explains this all better than me!!)

Also, Britannic English and American English used to be the same, but Britannic English was actually the one that changed (or, at least, uses newer ways of spelling a word), not American English. Ex: the spelling of favorite had been used since the 17th century, where as favourite has been used since the 19th century.  Please note that this is not the case with all words (such as color/colour), but also note that traditional does not always mean better and that simplified does not always mean worse.

tldr; Shut the fuck up Britain and get off your damn high horse.


petercapaldass:

doctadonner:

i can’t get in lifts with people because i have a sort of phobia of breathing in people’s breath

and when i got asked what was wrong by my law teacher (she thought i looked ill) 

I had to fucking reply “I prefer people when they’re not breathing” 

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crispy-ghee:

juliedillon:

This is an illustration I did for the August 2014 issue of Popular Science Magazine. The assignment was to show a scifi take on human aging in the future. I wanted to do something relatively positive, so I drew a lady whose life has been been prolonged through cybernetic enhancements and augmentation, so she gets to spend time with her great-great-great-great grandchildren. 
Thanks to AD Michelle Mruk!

this is beautiful

crispy-ghee:

juliedillon:

This is an illustration I did for the August 2014 issue of Popular Science Magazine. The assignment was to show a scifi take on human aging in the future. I wanted to do something relatively positive, so I drew a lady whose life has been been prolonged through cybernetic enhancements and augmentation, so she gets to spend time with her great-great-great-great grandchildren. 

Thanks to AD Michelle Mruk!

this is beautiful


cthulhu:

princeowl:

spookydunsparce:

spookydunsparce:

spookydunsparce:

ok using my reflexes to screencap the images at the end of Dipper’s Guide to the Unexplained, this is the closest I can give you to the full image. It appears to be Bill Cipher’s eye with two bloody marks crossing it out. Hell if I know what any of that code means, though. Someone should probably get on that.

OK SO the text at the bottom is coded in a Caeser Cipher shifted three letters apparently? so I decoded it and it says:

FROM THE FIRST UNTIL THE LAST SEARCH THE CODES OF CREDITS PAST ONE MEANS ONE SO SEARCH THEM ALL WELCOME TO GRAVITY FALLS

which means that theres clues in previous episodes? and i think i might know what it means so I’ll report back what I find on that front. For now, enjoy part of the mystery being decoded.

FINAL UPDATE ON THIS!!!!! IVE CRACKED THE CODE IN ITS ENTIRETY

ok so the numbers in red are episode numbers, followed by numbers correlating to letters in the messages at the end of previous episodes (with brackets indicating the beginning and end of a word). By matching them up, I got the message:

I WAS SO BLIND HE LIED TO ME THE DARKNESS IS NEAR

as far as I know that’s all to this. It raises more questions than it answers. Still, I’m glad I figured this out.

i thought this was supposed to be a disney show not some illuminati satanic bullshit goddamn i say goddamn

WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS TERRIFYING


"

It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.

Not all men.

I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.

Not all men.

Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.

Not all men.

Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.

Not all men.

Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed:

“Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!”
“Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P”

Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…

I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…

Not all men.

Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning:

-Don’t ever talk to strange men
-Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place
-Don’t ever get into a car with a stranger

I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?

Not all men.

It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing.

I’m a 17 year old girl.
When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men.
When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men.
When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men.
When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men.

Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.

Not.
All.
Men.

"

 
- a piece i wrote for an english assignment about my personal experiences with rape culture, in particular with the saying “not all men” which i know has been makin a lot of controversy on the internet recently! idk just wanted to share (via trueho)


"I am a very private person, yet I am an open book.
If you don’t ask…I won’t tell."

 

draumstafir:

rogerrrs:

i wanna go for walks in the middle of the night but i also dont want to die ya feel

just girly things


misspelledlife:

SLAAAAY TORONTO IM SO PROUD OF THIS


nearly-headless-horseman:

anightvaleintern:

iwishiwaskristenstewartsgf:

briellableu:

beautiesofafrique:

Newborn baby stuns doctors by holding her own bottle (in the UK)

A baby girl has amazed doctors with her ability to hold her own feeding bottle. Two-week-old Ammra was able to grasp her bottle alone just three days after she was born at Queen’s Hospital, Romford in Essex, her mother Onyi Chiedozie said.The 20-year-old, who is using a combination of breast and bottle feeding, said doctors and nurses were stunned by the baby’s ability to master her strong grip so soon after she was born.

Source

Black excellence 

this baby is gonna be a brain surgeon when she’s like 10

For people who are like big deal, she held a cup.

My nephew didn’t hold a bottle till he was like one.  Most babies don’t know how to process gravity or the concept of if you grip the bottle it stays close to you where you can suckle it and if you tilt it back the liquid is accessible and it’s a lot to process for a baby okay.

This baby is way ahead in neuromuscular and cognitive development. She’s one of the xmen probably, it’s really amazing, the equivalent of a baby saying it’s first word at 2 months old ok it’s really amazing