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The Twelve Dancing Princesses illustrated by Sheilah Beckett (1954)

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vrabia:

i’ve seen this floating around finnish fb too. finnish is also a gender-neutral language and results were similar. ‘he’s a professor’, ‘he’s an engineer’, ‘she’s a nurse’, ‘she’s a nanny’.

@dedalvs

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Growing up in the 80s and early 90s really made quicksand a thing to be feared.
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Your only real danger from...

defeatmenot:

kokolokos:

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did-you-kno:

Let’s review.

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Growing up in the 80s and early 90s really made quicksand a thing to be feared.

Your only real danger from quicksand is getting stuck in a tidal area and drowning when the tide comes in

the fear is back

was gonna comment about the drowning but it dere!

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dorkbending:

tag yourself im chunky soup

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kilbaro:

JESUS?? 

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JESUS????

i had no idea they were so frickin huge

I love them so much because they’re about as sharp as a baseball and their anatomy is ridiculous to the point of them literally being classified as plankton for years because they just sort of get blown around by the ocean and look confused, but because they lay more eggs than ANY OTHER VERTEBRATE IN EXISTENCE, evolution can’t stop them

Why is no big predator coming and gnawing on them?

Their biggest defense is that they’re massive and have super tough skin, but they do get hunted by sharks or sea lions sometimes and they just sort of float there like ‘oh bother’ as it happens

Even funnier, because they eat nothing but jellyfish they’re really low in nutritional value anyway, so they basically survive by being not worth eating because they’re like a big floating rice cracker wrapped in leather.

So basically the only reason natural selection hasn’t taken care if them is because they are the most useless fish

yes, they’ve perfected uselessness to the point of being unstoppable

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a true inspiration

I bet they are secretly thinking some big fish thoughts.

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I love this big dumb fish

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Baby It’s Cold Outside discourse is the same as Macbeth discourse. 

Explain?

OK, so one of the big debates in Macbeth involves the scene in which Lady Macbeth talks Macbeth into killing King Duncan.  People debate strenuously over whether it’s a scene of Lady M pressuring her reluctant husband into it, or whether it’s a scene of her sensing, due to their emotional intimacy, that this murder is something her husband secretly wants and has partially internally decided to do, and is arguing him into it in order to help him give himself permission to do it, in the same way that people see their loved ones wavering over the dessert menu and jump in with things like, “Go on, get the cheesecake, it’s your birthday!”  Readers and scholars disagree strenuously about this - we even studied an incident in college in which two 18th century illustrators attended the same performance and happened to draw the scene the day after, producing two images that advanced opposite interpretations even though they’d seen the exact same actors do the exact same performance.  It’s a big deal.

In the same way, the Baby, It’s Cold Outside discourse is about whether this is a song about sexual harassment, or whether it’s a woman singing about how she wishes she could spend the night with the guy she just had an excellent date with if only the neighbors wouldn’t talk, and him responding, “Stay, baby, it’s cold out!  No one could expect you to go home in this!”

I really don’t know (baby stab his side)
King Duncan’s a bro (baby cut through his hide)

I like him a lot (That decrepit old sot?)
This plan ain’t so great (But what a king you’d make!)

The guards might worry (Darling, do it in a hurry!)
His sons will rush the door (So knock them on the floor.)

I’m not such a knave (Bash his head with a stave)
But I’d be a good king (Now you’re starting to think)

The dukes might all talk (But their chatter means naught)
Say, love, what do you mean (You’d make such a king)

I simply must go (baby cut through his hide)
There’s a war on you know (baby cut through his hide)

But what of his wife? (And what of his life?)
It feels like bad luck (But that don’t mean much)

I’ve got a bad premonition (And I’ve got a mission)
But that’s just superstition (My love, you’re a vision)

The witches said I’d rule (If they lied they were cruel)
So baby let’s stab
Stab his siiiiide!

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Rockin and a rollin. 

this has so many chaotic energies to it

play this @ my funeral

everything from the wurlitzer to the spinning double horn speaker to the over alls to the cow skull which he is using to crash the cymbals suggests that this is some sort of demi-god

there are bells on his elbows for crying out loud, and is that an 8 track recorder???  help

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sanderdraws:

I got the opportunity to do some work on DropMix, a new game by Harmonix that recently came out! This was one of THE most fun things I have worked on - many thanks to everyone in the team involved in making it happen!

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