The many times he said princess and the one time he did not

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yall

just a reminder that hidden figures is a dramatization of the plight of black women working in NASA during the segregation era usa and that the scene where taraji had to run almost half a mile just to use the colored restroom DID NOT happened in real life as told by the real Katherine Johnson herself.  

She simply just used the “white restroom” instead of the white man coming over to the west wing to “destroy and end segregation” quite literally when he used a pry bar to “dismantle” the colored sign on top of the restroom. In reality, Katherine simply used the unlabeled bathroom at Langley and when confronted about it, she simply ignored them racists ass and continued on her merry way.

Don’t let Hollywood’s romanticized trope of the white man savior sensitize your perception to the truth and erase the real stories and struggles of Katherine Johnson and all the other colored people had to go through during that time. This link serves as a good starting point in sifting out the truth from the fiction. stay woke

Dyansty Warriors: Godseekers releases today digitally for the PS4 and PS Vita in North America, and on February 1st in the EU.

Quiz time: Would you rather fight a yaoi fetishist who produces/consumes content exclusively of waifish seme/uke character dynamics and makes jokes about being a “filthy sinner for my gayz” or would you rather fight a stringent hetshipper who thinks that making LGBT headcanons about their favs is offensive to them personally and wants to know why, like, you have to make everything about sexuality :/ 

Notes:

ive got two fists

every time erika moen releases a new cursed tablet of ballsack runes i only see one or two panels via jokes on my dash but it consistently ruins my life

I made my own ^^ feel free to use for any fandom

I’ll be tagging #femslashfeb2017 for this particular list though.

The noble tradition of the plastic Vuvuzela to be Really Fucking Disrupting of, well, anything, really

I don’t think people in the US got this as much as we did over here in Europe and the rest of the football (as opposed to hand-egg) loving world. But this:

is a vuvuzela. The football loving (or just tolerating, or culturally affected by) world met these things en masse during the 2010 World Cup in South Africa. They were mass produced, they were fucking everywhere. They sound like this:

Over wide open terrain, perfect to summon your people for say, village council, which was what the original instrument was apparently used for. The plastic mass produced thing, in close terrain, is perfect to make it impossible for anybody to hear themselves think, let alone speak. Could it be perfect to disrupt a nazi, for instance if you are not able, for whatever reason, to punch him in the face? My friends, it just might be. Because these things were so heavily mass produced, at one point they couldn’t give them away. There is almost certainly still bunches of them sitting around waiting for the opportune moment, and the opportune moment is now.

If you’re someplace where nazis come to hate speechify (campus etc) get one. You don’t have to be super close for these things to be super effective, which is helpful if you’re not willing/able to get close up in somebody’s face - the damn things are just as disruptive from ten metres away.

It’s Vuvuzela revival time.

(Alternatively, I’ve seen collapsible ones on ebay and aliexpress for $2.50 and free shipping. Just saying)

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THE REVIVIAL FOR SEVEN FUCKING YEARS BRBRRRRRZZZZZZZ BRRRZZZZZZZZBBBB BBRRRRRZZZZBBBBBB

you naruto ran right into my heart

It’s not a hand towel. On my world, it means hope.

Save us towel cat you’re our only hope

humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we suck the cum out of peoples dicks like a gogurt. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars

we suck the what out of what like what now

“Bribe Me”

The vampire folded her arms and glared at the witch. “Please let me in.” Her invitation had been revoked.

Lazily, the witch leaned back in her chair and gazed across the open door’s impenetrable threshold. She stretched, yawned, picked up a feyburn apple from a bowl on a side table, and finally took a generous bite before replying, “No.”

“Are you going to make me wait out here all night, then?”

“Thinking about it. Bribe me.”

Centuries of marital bliss are built with love, affection, and mischief. The bargaining ended several minutes later with the vampire promising her wife:

With a gesture, the vampire summoned an arcane wind that picked the witch up and sent her flying out the door. Laughing wildly, the two chased each other deep into Autumn’s Lost Wood.

important reminder: nijino akira knows about kissing

HE HAS TO DISCOVER THE TEXTURE

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Stu, let me ask you a question: how did you not realize until then that you had too many eggs? Nobody sells eggs in a big cloth-covered basket, so you must have done that yourself. That means you spent god-knows-how-long opening up twelve whole cartons of eggs, carefully placing each egg one-by-one inside a big basket, and then covering it with a big picnic cloth… and at no point- at no point- did you ever stop and think “gee, there might be TOO MANY FUCKING EGGS HERE”

You really have lost control of your life.

I may have gone overboard with this

@koheles

“The Nazis didn’t just kill the Jews; they made use of every inch of them. Women’s hair was shaved off and weaved into blankets for Nazi soldiers. Fat from Jews’ bodies was used to make soap. Gold teeth were pulled out to make gold bars for the Reichsbank. 384,000 pairs of men’s shoes were sent to Germany from Auschwitz. 646,000 men’s suits. 184,000 pairs of eyeglasses. The most frightening thing is not the gas chambers or the crematoria. It’s the rooms piled to the ceiling with children’s shoes. That gives you have an idea what the Holocaust was. Shoes. Once worn by real people.” - via jewishhistory.org

In the Holocaust Museum in DC, they have a room just for the shoes and hair of the victims. It’s really startling to see it so up close since it makes you realize the sheer scale of this. The pile of hair in the museum weighs several tons, and bear in mind that this several ton pile of hair is only but a small fraction of all of the horrible things found in the camps.

Somewhere in those shoes were the shoes of my great aunts and their children. 

Same with eyeglasses.

It’s something I can never, ever forget.

The above are photos I took at Auschwitz. The shoes and suitcases were each encased in a hallway - kept behind glass on both sides. And again comprise only a fraction of what the Nazis took.

Now the significance of these collections can not be understated or undermined, the horrors of the Holocaust, the Shoah, are embodied in these piles of stolen clothing and cases.

We look at them and recoil, promising that we’ll never forget and yet the systematic slaughter of human beings continues around the world.

In different places, for different reasons. Who didn’t learn the lesson? Who still needs to be reached? Who needs to be protected?

Do not forget. Remember and react. Radical evil is not a memory of the past, it is a present and continuous force.

Reblogging in honor International Holocaust Remembrance Day: 70 year anniversary of the liberation of the Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camps. 

It’s International Holocaust - Shoah Remembrance day again, but this year the remembrance feels weighted with the fear of repetition. With more and more stories springing up of violence against Jews in Europe and the potential of candidacy for the US president by a proto-Hitleresque Trump who is targeting Muslims and immigrants in the place of Jews.

This history is still so fresh and clearly not relegated to the backs of history books. There is still bonedust intermingled with the dirt at Auschwitz. We cannot forget, we must not repeat.

man say what you want about “tumblr culture” or whathaveyou but i’d honestly rather spend a full week chaperoning a dozen 14-year-olds high on half-baked discourse than be forced to have an hour-long conversation with someone who deliberately labels themselves as an “anti-sjw”

Frog King of Greed 

His signature move steals health and magic points 

get yourself a lazy girlfriend youll never have to worry about her whereabouts you know she's either sleeping or curled up infront of the tv