peso the penguin.

best penguin.

reblog if you agree.

PLEASE DO NOT THINK FOR EVEN A SECOND THAT YOUR VOICE WILL NOT HAVE AN IMPACT THIS IS LITERALLY THE BARE MINIMUM

I'm sorry for putting this in the BLM and stop Asian hate tag but in the last few days posts tagged with "Palestine" have not been showing up.

internet conspiracy theorists on christmas day 2006 when prime minister harriet jones went on live national news to say "if the doctor or someone who knows the doctor is watching this please shoot me a call"

it is truly funny how many times the doctor shows up in the public eye without a smidge of context. can you imagine being one of those people who's actively invested in the mystery of the dvd easter egg in blink and then this happens

#you could do a whole thing of literally just. tracking archeological records of the doctor #how do you think river does it? do you think she's the only one who noticed? #absolutely not

Little detail from the end of Let's Kill Hitler: this 51st century archeologist River studies under is credited as "Professor Candy":

Professor Candy is a character from Steven Moffat's first published Doctor Who story, Continuity Errors, where it's specified that he focuses a lot of his research on the Doctor; not only is River not the only one who's noticed, but by the 51st century the Doctor is enough of a known figure throughout history to be a legitimate area of academic interest. People go to lectures about the Doctor. People write theses about them.

anyways what I'm basically saying is river song majored in doctor who at tumblr university

This is my favorite form of entertainment.

Sequel:

Geek gatekeeping is a deadly occupation, and NOBODY has to do it.

Learn from the examples of the fallen, fellow nerds. Don’t be that guy.

oh shit mr gaiman straight up murdered the person

This still makes me giggle 😂

This is right up there with those screenshots of a person mansplaning comic books to Gail Simmone,

Sometimes you murder people on the internet.

Sometimes they run into your knife six times.

Oh God I keep finding more

My best/favorite teacher would literally take off the points for a question that the majority of the class got wrong from the total on the test and then hold a lesson on the topic because she realized if 90% of her students didn’t know the answer then she hadn’t done a good job teaching it.

I hate it when teachers take pride in having a large percentage of students get bad grades in their classes. It just means that students aren’t learning from you

She took up acting because the malnutrition she suffered under the nazis permanently damaged her health and prevented her from pursuing her dream to be a ballerina. During the war, she danced to raise money for the resistance - even though she was literally starving, she used what strength she had to make sure more nazis got shot. 

She and her mom also denounced their royal heritage because of the Nazis in their family

Also Audrey was a humanitarian until her death, though ill with cancer, she continued her work for UNICEF, travelling to Somalia, Kenya, the United Kingdom, Switzerland, France and the United States.

These are things I literally never would have known about. I’m tired of women being painted as just being pretty.

I’M SO HAPPY TO SEE HER AT AN OLDER AGE I SWEAR!

Here’s another nice one.

For the longest time I assumed she had died really young because I never saw any pictures of her at an older age. She was an amazing woman.

me when i get my student loan

this is the money cat. reblog in 30 seconds and you will find yourself with more wealth

#this is the only money cat i will reblog because it’s actually doing the manekineko pose151,646 notes (via lolwhutninja)

OMG YOU’RE RIGHT

and it has its right paw up! the correct paw for this. and from the markings on its ears, it looks like it might be a calico cat. which is the luckiest kind!

extremely lucky cat

I don’t even care if it actually works, I’m mostly reblogging because it’s freaking adorable.

cute cat and need money, good post, 10/10

in case anyones interested in the other versions

http://www.namaii.com/manekineko/maneki-neko-types.html

Y’know I reblogged this a bit ago and was saved from financial probation and getting kicked out of school because of it, just mere months from graduation. Got a call from the financial aid advisor telling me that they made a mistake with filing my account (or some other sort of clerical error) and said that, basically, they owe me money. Welp.

Last time I reblogged the money cat, I won two $100 gift cards at work.

money cat do your magic

money cat help pls

I just applied for a job please help me get it 🥺

why do grooms get one boring black jacket and brides get the most jawdropping gowns ever like when i get married i want pearls and lace and a train is that too much to ask??

Hnn could you imagine.. a suit embroidered with baroque pearls… a LACE CAPE gently floating behind the groom… a fuckin sword..

oh my god…. your m i n d…. the wedding industry is quaking 

Meanwhile in Scotland…

YO, there are SO MANY great groom outfits around the world where he is dressed all in silk, lace, gold, pearls and glitter, with capes and scarves, hats and stitchery and I find it so sad that most of these countries switch over to “suit”. Like, look at these handsome boys!

India

Sudan

China (traditional)

Nigeria

Indonesia

Mongolia

Ghana

Ethiopia

Poland

Romania

Russia (1)

Russia (2)

*shakes fist at sky*

damn you western marriage culture

may I add

Norway

japan 

japan the hard core traditional wedding costume

Turkey

Hungary

Navajo

maori (new zealand)

Fiji

Tonga

Here are some gay wedding additions:

India

India-Pakistan

South Africa

Thailand

Japan

Georgia

Abled Person: Hey man, can you hold this wad of $2,000 and this one penny for me while I open my wallet?

Disabled Person: YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER FOOL!

The United States Government:

(Watch how many people don’t get this.)

#raises hand #i dont understand #please explain? 

In order for disabled people to receive any sort of financial assistant for their housing, food, bills, medical supplies, etc., they cannot ever have more than $2,000 of resources to their name. Ever.

It doesn’t matter what it’s for.

You’re saving up for a new wheelchair?

For college?

To put a downpayment on a house?

Hell man, you just happen to budget for once in your life so that you can have some extra money in case something bad happens?

Your benefits immediately get cut off if you’re a cent over $2,000.

And, even worse, you usually end up having to pay back every dollar the government gave you that month.

So say you get $400. If they find out you’re twenty dollars over the resource limit, you have to give them all $400 back and you undergo an investigation of your funds to see if you will continue getting money.

“What if I spend the money that day?”

Doesn’t matter. In fact, from what I can tell, people who do this are actually put under investigation for fraud.

And yes, this system literally kills people.

Remember when “Guardians of the Galaxy” came out? one of Rocket Racoon’s creators, Bill Mantlo, suffered an accident in 1992 and has irreparable brain damage.

before the movie came out, Marvel gave him an exclusive preview screening. SOme people were upset because they felt if Marvel was really wanted to thank mantlo, they should have donated money to Mantlo’s family.

Bill Mantlo’s brother had to come out and explain: If Marvel gave them monetary aid, Bill Mantlo would lose his financial assistance.

That’s so utterly depressing.

disgusting

I have friends on welfare who won’t pick up a penny in the street because they’d risk the welfare they struggled to get for 10 years.

oh look another fucked up thing in this world. let’s just add it to the list. number 63858b

My brother has been on California State SSI for autism for the last 10 years, and he absolutely has to (no joke, HAS TO) spend all 720 bucks of his SSI every month, because if he puts it in the bank he risks losing his SSI altogether.

Sometimes, at the end of the month, he has no idea what to do with his money because the whole month went by and he still has 400-ish bucks in his account, and he fucking panics because he doesn’t want to get anywhere near 2,000.

And here’s the funnest part of the story!

One day he did a huge commission on Second Life and wound up earning 1500 bucks off of it, and he told the guy to donate it 500 bucks at a time over 3 months. The guy didn’t want to, and just donated all 1500, which put my brother at 2,036 bucks.

The state IMMEDIATELY (I’m talking less than an hour) called him up to tell him over the phone that they were canceling his SSI, because they noticed he had gone over the 2,000 buck threshold. He had to tell them that someone had made a charitable donation to him and that this was not a common occurrence in any way shape or form, and upon not believing him, my mother had to call to talk to them as his legal caretaker and say basically the same thing until they called off the cancellation of his SSI money.

He also had to cancel his renter’s assistance because it put him to 1,062 a month, so if he went 30 days without spending any money they’d cancel his SSI altogether. Like, none of us in the family have any fucking clue why that regulation is in place and it’s the stupidest shit in human history.

Please, legal side of Tumblr, tell me what positive reasoning this law has?

Happy 4th of July everyone! This is what the “nation of opportunity” looks like.

There’s something called an ABLE account that can help. If you are on SSI and were diagnosed as disabled before the age of 26 you can apply for an ABLE account that will allow you to save up to $99,000. More people need to know about this!

im interested rb with your sign & if you prefer gold or silver jewelry

Sometimes I say self loathing things to my therapist and he looks at me dead in the eyes before saying “You fucking moron.” and tbh same

Me: I think I don’t exist.

Therapist: Listen, you do exist, and if you didn’t, someone would have to create you because the world would be a much sadder place.

Me: Jerome, how dare you saying something so sweet when I’m dissociating.

Me: Honestly, (thing that is totally fucked up for any ‘sane’ person) is normal, right?

Therapist: No.

Me: Wow.

Therapist: You’re just a fucked up bitch.

Me: I do agree with the fucked up bitch part.

Therapist: That’s a start!

Me: I guess he’s still my friend?

Therapist: Considering what you told me and how much you wanna beat him to death, he’s not. You pretty much hate him despite knowing him for years.

Me:

Me: Why did I need to come here to realize that.

Therapist: Because that’s my job to help you to understand some stuff. Also because you’re way too kind and you would let someone punch you in the guts and still consider them as your friend while they stab you.

Me: I don’t need that kind of call out, Jerome.

Me: Hey, I brought you coffee. And croissants too, but I ate them. *puts Starbucks coffee in front of him*

Therapist: Oh that’s nice!!... Oh my name is on it!!

Me: Yeah!!

Therapist: It’s wholesome but... *very confused and silently*... How do I drink it?

Me, not being able to come to my appointment and having to call him: I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, I’m so so so sorr-

Therapist: I dare you to say sorry one more time. I dare you.

Therapist: Hey I wanna show you this super funny image I found the other day.

Me: What-

Therapist: *turns his screen and show me THIS* 

Me: 

Me: Jerome.

Therapist: You went to the gaypride?

Me: Yeah, I went.

Therapist: Was it something you enjoyed?

Me: Mh. Yeah. Sorta.

Therapist: Did you see some bears?

Me:

Me: Jerome wh-

Therapist: That’s the only term I know outside of the LGTB one, I wanted to use it. 

Therapist: Are you sure you’re not becoming roommate with (name) because of pity? Kinda sacrificing yourself?

Me: No, I want it!!

Therapist: Finally, you’re not forcing yourself for the others! And you’re doing something you want! I’m proud of you!

Me: You’re more of a dad than my own father.

Therapist: That’s not very hard.

Me: I always wondered, are you queer?

Therapist: I am not.

Me: Ooh.

Therapist: Or am I?

Me: Ooh!

As an update, Jerome gave my appointment to someone’s else today so we were both in the waiting room, confused and he walked in, patted my head and said sorry but honestly it was hilarious.

The secretary came to tell me that Jerome actually forgot to write me down on the appointment list.

This is a 100% normal situation with Jerome as my Therapist.

As an addition, more than half of my friends want Jerome to adopt me and refer to him as “Therapist dad”.

He’s aware of it and think it’s hilarious.

Me, after complaining for the 25 times about my birth father: Idk if you noticed, but I’m full of anger against him.

Therapist: Oh, really, I never noticed. You know, you should turn that anger into indifference. It would help you.

Me: Unholy gods, I wish it was me.

Therapist: You know, people will still love you even if you don’t offer them things all the time. You don’t have to do that.

Me: What??

Therapist: Why don’t you send a mail to your psychiatrist when you have a bad mood swing?

Me: Like what? ‘Hey Joël wassup, I’ve been very suicidal lately last night I wanted to die. Hope you have rad vacations and the weed is good save some good kush for me, kissy kissy.’ ?

Therapist: Exactly.

Me: You’re as bad as me with human interactions Jerome, y’know.

Me, heavily dissociating: I don’t exist-

Therapist: Can I touch you to prove you that you do?

Me: Dinner first.

Therapist:

Therapist: Damien, you moron.

Therapist: You need vacations.

Me: I’m broke.

Therapist: Oh yeah.

Therapist: You still need vacations tho.

Me: Jerome, I am still broke.

Me, by text: Hey, you just walk by me!

Therapist, by text: Oh sorry. I didn’t see you.

Therapist, by text: Wait. Were you at the tattoo shop?

Me, by text, totally at the tattoo shop: You have no proof.

For a bit of context here: Around two months ago I went to a friend’s who happened the live on the same street as Jerome, which I didn’t know. He was really surprised to see me and came to check on me, asking me why I was here with a bit of concern on his voice. And this take place earlier this month:

Therapist: So your friend lives in the same street than I?

Me: Yes. Town’s short I guess.

Therapist: Were you really going to your friend...?

Me: Yes?? Why else would I be here?

Therapist: A lot of drug deals happen in this street and I see often teenagers and young adults coming and buy stuffs. I was a bit worried for you.

Me, at 2pm: I’m sorry I’m going to be late!

Therapist: Your appointment was this morning at 11:30am, Damien.

Me:

Me: What.

Jerome is still not aware of his fame and idk how to announce him.

Therapist; What’s up with you and wanting domestic rats.

Me: I’m gonna get a rat and call him Jerome just to piss you off.

Therapist:

Therapist: How dare you.

Therapist: Weed doesn’t do much on me and I must admit I’m kinda disappointed.

Me:

Therapist: Do you smoke?

Me: Jerome.

On hard days I wonder how Jerome is doing

He’s doing fine, last time he shown me his fav pic of a red panda which is this one

I FOUND IT I FOUND IT I FUCKING FOUND IT AAAAAAAH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME FEEL

It’s really amazing how happy people get when they find this post omg

Always reblog Jerome.

Is he now aware of his fame?

After months, he is, and he just told me “Haha, this is funny. I’m happy it’s helping people!”

I think he doesn’t realize that he’s known *worldwide*

I LOVE THIS POST!!!!!

This is great

OP can we get more updates please

Sure! Here’s his fav cat breed

OP we need another update!

Is his fav dog breed an acceptable update? Or more?

Special guest of the day because I haven’t seen Jerome in a little while: My psychiatrist.

Psychiatrist, pointing at my little shovel tattoo: Does it have a meaning?

Me: Actually yes, it’s one of the rare ones who does. I wanted to be a gravedigger for a long time but since I’m disabled I can’t. So it’s just a little funny reminder of my wish to become a gravedigger.

Psychiatrist: Until when did you want to become a gravedigger?

Me: Until 20yo I think? Yeah, from kindergarten to 20yo.

Psychiatrist: Oh. Well, who am I to judge when I was a kid i wanted to be a garbageman because ridding the truck looked funny.

Therapist: You’re allowed to tell what you feel. You can’t keep everything stored in bottles and hope for the best, you’ll never be happy if you do this.

Me: But they won’t be happy.

Therapist: Be egoistic. You’re not in charge of everybody’s happiness but you’re in charge of yours. It will take times to start to say that you dislike what people are saying, it will take time to manage to say to the others when they hurt you. It’s not easy. But you’re allowed to tell people how you feel and to accept how you feel rather than bottling up.

Me: How long will it take me to manage to do it?

Therapist: I started to do it in my thirties. There is no starting point, you just go at your pace.

Therapist: Last time I saw a handful of young people with pride flags. I tried to see if you and your friends where at it.

Me: Jerome, I’m not at every pride manifestations. I won’t even go to the pride parade this year.

Therapist, sounding slightly disappointed: Oh well. You should, it’s fun.

Awww! Maybe you guys can go together some time! (Unless that violates a therapist thing?)

It does! Unless he goes on his own and we end up meeting each other because of randomness, I can’t offer him to come. But regardless, I don’t plan to go to it this year :0!

Therapist: You’re not at our therapy group?

Me: No, you invited me last time but I had a medical appointment so I didn’t come. But what do you exactly do in that therapy group?

Therapist: We have tea and biscuits. And we talk to each other about diverse stuffs.

Me: Oh I’d like to join then.

Therapist: And you’ll try to talk, right?

Me: ... I mostly come for the tea and the biscuits.

Therapist: As long you leave some for me. *proceeds to add in big in his schedule ADD DAMIEN TO GROUP*

In these confined days, I miss therapy with Jerome.

Therapist, calling me: Hello how are you!

Me: Oh hello!!! I’m fine thanks!! And you?

Therapist: I’m doing good! Do you know where I can get some really good croissants?

Therapist: We should talk more about permaculture farming.

Me: Oh, yeah! I planted tomatoes, beans, raddishes and avocados recently!

Therapist, happily writing it down: Please tell me more about it.

This is painful. I have no words..

As horrid as this is, don’t look away. Esp if you’re white. You probably never knew this happened. I didn’t. Knowledge is power, and if we want to be effective allies, we need to face the true history of what black America has suffered.

Educate yourselves for the sake of a future free of discrimination and oppression.

Im not black but I feel that rage too

This poor child….

For reference, this happened in 1944. Your grandparents were alive when this happened.

Dear god…This poor boy. I’m not black but I am a person of colour. This is disgusting….

I’m white: BUT THAT IS HEARTBREAKING. May he rest in peace

I’m also white and re all the other white people in the reblogs saying things like “I’m white but I feel that rage too” or something similar:

First of all, no you don’t. You may, and should, feel rage, but you will never ever know the rage Lippy, the Black man in the tweet, describes. Neither will I. We just do not have the personal or historical connections that make it possible for us to feel that specific rage, it simply isn’t possible. And that’s fine, we’re privileged for that, and we shouldn’t feel the need to insert ourselves into this conversation.

Second of all, no one asked. I get that you want to be a good ally, and I do too, but adding your opinion and saying you’re white doesn’t do a whole lot. If anything, it shows that you value your own opinion on the matter (which is perfectly fine) and you want that opinion heard (which is also fine, but less so) and it gives the impression, intentional or not, that you want to center to conversation back to you. This is not our conversation or our fight, we’re here to use our privilege to make sure Black voices are heard without speaking over them.

TLDR; Fellow white people, stop saying “I’m white but-” and giving your opinion because it really doesn’t matter. This conversation is not about us and we really shouldn’t make it that way.

I’m sorry to derail this post like I did, but I felt this was an important message to all the white people in the notes compelled to give their two cents in an act of allyship that is ultimately unhelpful.

Happiness Will Come To You.

when tho

When You Least Expect It. Probably Late March

reblog for happiness to come for you in late march!

I reblogged this last year and I hung out with blink-182 backstage on March 30. Reblogging again because it worked the first time.

honestly, last year one of the best days of my life happened in late March

Wouldn’t mind some happiness in late March.

I hope everything can be ok in late March

Reblog if it’s okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

❣️reblog for the smoothest, best week of your life ❣️

whether you lose five pounds this week, make it one week clean, find $10 on the ground, or even the smallest victory after your darkest days, anything could happen!

✨ the best week of your life starts right now!! ✨

My second-favorite line in The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe 2005 movie is, “Do not cite the deep magic to me, Witch; I was there when it was written.” and I need to take a moment to gush about how hilarious it is.

See, everyone’s turned that line into a meme, used to brag about how they were around when a cited event happened. (”Has anyone heard of this thing called the Mishapocalypse?” “Don’t cite the deep magic to me, I was there—”) So because that’s how the meme is used, you might think that Aslan is saying it with the same context of remembering when the Deep Magic was written.

But if you read The Magician’s Nephew, the line becomes a lot more hilarious because Aslan wasn’t just around when the Deep Magic of Narnia was written…

ASLAN WROTE IT!

Aslan is very obviously the son of the ultimate god of the weird multiverse in the series but, more than that, he is the God of Narnia. He is the Creator of Narnia. Every single thing that exists in Narnia exists because Aslan decided to sing a song that one time. He was the one who wrote the Deep Magic that binds the world. That’s what he’s cheekily saying when he growls, “I was there when it was written.” He’s not just saying that he’s old enough to remember when this happened. He’s saying that he’s the reason it happened. He remembers when it was written because he wrote it! That’s why this scene is so iconic.

It’s an arrogant fan asking a stranger if they’ve even read the book, only for that stranger to reveal that they’re the author of the book.

It’s Karen The Soccer Mom angrily reminding an exasperated manager of the rules that the manager created.

It’s a mortal asking a god if they remember the laws of physics.

It’s hilarious and glorious and I’m pretty sure that the cast and crew read The Magician’s Nephew (the actor who played The Professor definitely did) because just look at the way they have Aslan smirk, look at the way Jadis reacts:

That is the face of someone who just remembered that they’re dealing with a god—a god who has never forgotten that he’s a god, despite her memory loss.

(The best part is that Jadis was right there when Aslan created Narnia; she just became so arrogant that she…forgot she was dealing with a god, as one does.)

Also, in case you’re wondering, the exact line isn’t in the book, but the scene is just as hilariously petty. Jadis is like, “Do you remember the law?” And Aslan who 100% wrote the law and 100% remembers the law, is like, “Let’s assume I did forget the law; describe it to me in extensive detail.” 

Iconic. 

Moana (2016)

Life path unlocked. He’s a scientist now.

If your dad is telling you in great detail about something he’s passionate about, you’re going to be hooked even if you don’t understand a word.

He tells us more…

So now I have to deliver a quiet lecture on the Standard Model every night. He loves lists of things, like all the streets home from daycare, or the train stations between here and Central, so he loves hearing the list of leptons and quarks and bosons.

Anyway, I made this poster for him, based on the CPEP ones we used to have at uni . 

Alas I ran out of room for antimatter, colour charge and confinement, but hey, maybe there can be a second poster later.

It’s funny though — on the surface of it, it seems like it must be far too advanced for a 3yo. But when you think about it, quarks and leptons are no more or less real to him than, say, dinosaurs or planets, and he loves those too. And he recognises the letters on the particles.

I am absolutely overwhelmed by the kind and sweet things people are saying about this, thanks everyone ❤️

Addendum: he has really grasped onto the “everything is made of atoms” part of this, so tonight he listed just about every object he could think of and asked if it was made of atoms.

“And my bed?” Yes, and your bed. “And that wall?” Yep. “And the armchair?” Yes, the armchair too. … … “And… the book case?” Y—

“And my home?” Yep, the whole apartment block. “And your home? Oh wait, your home is my home.” Haha, it is. … … “But is it made of atoms?” Yep. “And… [best friend]’s home?” Yes, it is. And [other friend]’s home, and [third friend]’s home.

“Is [yet another friend]’s home?”

Update from the other night:

“Is my… is… [extremely long pause] is my atoms poster made up of atoms?” —Yes! Yes it is.

I have never heard such a contemplative silence. I think the next poster will have to be on the philosophy of referential language.

Update from this morning: after listing everything in sight (mummy? daddy? fridge? milk? cereal? table? etc.) he asks “is [baby sister] made up of atoms?”

yep!

*runs over to her on the floor* *puts face up real close to hers* “HI! YOU’RE MADE UP OF LOTS OF ATOMS! DID YOU KNOW?”