imagine… Alma Deutscher: Finding Cinderella

Musical prodigy Alma Deutscher aged 11 (seen here with younger sister Helen), is staging her first full-length opera, Cinderella.

Composer, pianist, violinist… Alma learned to read music before she could read words. She began playing the piano aged two and at four years old she was composing her own music.

Oh that’s cool! And a vastly cleverer plot point than the original story

I've waited years to draw this

Samuel L. Jackson

just yeeting the link to the whole interview here in case people want it (the entire interview is about Samuel L. Jackson's life and career more generally, but this quote comes from his answer to a question about how he got started in activism)

Holy shit! I recognize almost all of those hahaha! Good taste! I look forward to checking out the few I didn’t recognize. If you read polifidelity at all, I recommend And Four Makes A Home by dreamheartstory on AO3 (Clarke/Octavia/Lexa/Raven) This story gets better and doesn’t stop getting better. It is 34 chapters long with 3 chapters left to go. Updates like clockwork, every Friday. (Rated M)

(link to and four makes home)

holyshitballs. thank you for adding my fic to the writing of the likes of above, seriously some talented writers listed in the original post <3 <3 <3

first post I ever liked - finally going on the dash

clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.

When I think about what I wanna do most in this world. It’s you. 

(rb/s6)

look at this photo of my stepdad

look at these other photos of my stepdad

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HIGH QUALITY RARE POST REBLOG WHILE YOU CAN

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if i don’t reblog this just assume i’m dead

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE:

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I will reblog this until you’re all sick of me

I will never grow sick of this

Charles Dance fanboying about Dame Judi Dench and Dame Maggie Smith

Queens of Awesome

it’s BI VISIBILITY DAY so let’s celebrate with some of the most badass bi women out there!

If you don’t have room for a mustache-wearing Meryl Streep on your blog, I don’t want to know you.

facts only

(Chanting) ancient cheese with a deadly disease ancient cheese with a deadly disease ancient c

CAN WE STILL EAT THE FUCKING BOG BUTTER?

Fellas we’ve got ourselves 2 outta 3 ingredience for a legendary Grilled Cheese

Grilled cheese!!!!

HELL YEA BAYBEE WE DONE IT !! GOD HERSELF GONNA GRILL US A CHEESE

Tonight we dine like kings

@imabugandsoareyou

Alien watching in fascinated horror: “Why are they like this? What the fuck evolutionary conditions lead to this?”

Other Alien: “Dunno. Twenty qulaxons says they go through with it.”

First Alien: “ You’ve been observing them too much, you’re beginning to mimic them.”

Other Alien: “The bog butter looks good though.”

First Alien: “That’s it! You’re going in quarantine!”

He committed to how pissed off he was

I love how petty this is

I hope he brought the video to traffic court to contest the ticket lol

I love the poetry that this gifset ends with him running into a police car.

This is a tactic called Uncivil Obedience: where you follow the law so stringently that it exposes the injustice the law causes.

related: Work To Rule, the tactic of protesting the workplace by following every possible rule to it’s greatest extent. see also: Go Slow.

Okay, so here’s the story about the pumpkins:

My friend got married yesterday and we missed the wedding because of work but we made it to the reception. Because its mid-September and the reception was in a nature center (awesome!) there was a little bit of a fall theme. Not overbearingly, but the tables all had these tiny pumpkins. 

So they’re cleaning up at the end of it and we’re still hanging out because we haven’t seen these people in forever and we can talk until three in the morning when we get together. All of a sudden, the Maid of Honor hands us a tiny pumpkin. 

“Take one.”

“Um… okay?”

“Take another.”

“….?”

“It is my duty as Maid of Honor to make sure that the guests leave with an uncomfortable number of tiny pumpkins.”

So it turns out that she’d gotten a bunch of them for a Halloween party last year and after the party was over her mom threw them into the compost heap thinking that would be the end of it. But what she didn’t seem to realize was that if you put pumpkins in a compost heap- it grows more pumpkins. It grows pumpkins exponentially. Serious mathematical anomaly pumpkins. 

So this year she has even more tiny pumpkins and she figured it would be a good idea to have them as decor for the reception. BUT- she would still have to throw them out at the end of the day and no matter where you throw them you are doomed to have a ridiculous amount of tiny pumpkins growing SOMEWHERE at your fault. 

So everyone left with at least two tiny pumpkins and that’s how we made friends with the Maid of Honor. 

So I forgot about it and then the next morning I woke up and found these two tiny pumpkins in my purse and had a puzzling moment of ‘what?’

We were invited to the Maid of Honor’s house the other day so we could:

And there are just… tiny pumpkins EVERYWHERE.

They were in the bathroom.

At the end of the night, I counted 26 tiny pumpkins, and that was just what I could see. 

It happened again.

Three pumpkins ended up in my purse this time. 

One of them has a face. 

I need to stop drinking with this woman. 

this is getting out of hand.

Okay so I finally had a day off and decided that the best way to handle the pumpkin situation was to eat them and muffins sounded fucking fantastic. But I found out really fast that most recipes call for a ‘can’ of pureed pumpkin and I don’t have a scale to go by. So I figured that I had six pumpkins, it would probably amount to something like one can, right?

Well… no. 

It ended up being something like two and a half cans-ish. And that’s a really rough estimate. Turns out there’s a lot more meat on those things than you think there’d be. So I figured I could do something like double it and then make a half batch. 

But then I ran out of sugar. I mis-measured the baking soda. I only had whole cloves, so I had to grind them down and had to estimate how much I needed. I couldn’t find the liquid measure.

I’m mixing up this giant bowl of pumpkin batter goo thinking shit shit shit this is going to be a mess. There’s no way anyone is going to be able to eat these things. And there’s no muffin cups. But I already made it this far and I’m stubborn as hell so in the oven they go. 

I… kind of… forgot about them? Woops!

Place starts smelling like Yankee Candle and I’m like SHIT. Get over to the oven and… 

they’re… 

….somehow perfect?

Maybe a little dry, but they’re fucking delicious. Fucking magic pumpkins. Truly I am a witch. 

So the moral of the story is that if life gives you tiny pumpkins, make them into muffins and give them right back. 

Also roast the seeds because hell yeah. 

Happy Halloween, everyone!

We’ve found her in real life guys

An actul fictional character in real life

she even baked with them

This is not the only evidence posed to me that I might, in fact, be a fictional character. 

My nieces love this book.

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cross-connect: Vivid Hummingbird Close-ups Reveal Their Incredible BeautyWhen it comes to birds, the terms “strong” or “beautiful” might inspire images of fierce eagles or decadent tropical parrots. But both of these birds will certainly find strong contender in hummingbirds, which possess a unique sort of delicate beauty and a mastery of avian maneuvers like no other. We created this list of 20 stunning hummingbird photos to show you just how beautiful they can be.Capturing a photo of a hummingbird in flight with clearly focused wings can be very difficult, as some varieties are capable of beating their wings up to 52 times a second. This gives them the ability to hover and fly backwards – something that few other birds can do and that none have mastered the way the hummingbird has.  Boredpanda  

this is too real though

SNL has pretty much never given any fucks but lately they’re at the point of giving negative fucks

You can tell the audience is struggling to not aknowledge accurate this is since the accuracy is the funny part.

“My body, my choice” only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.

Fun fact: If my younger sister was in a car accident and desperately needed a blood transfusion to live, and I was the only person on Earth who could donate blood to save her, and even though donating blood is a relatively easy, safe, and quick procedure no one can force me to give blood. Yes, even to save the life of a fully grown person, it would be ILLEGAL to FORCE me to donate blood if I didn’t want to.

See, we have this concept called “bodily autonomy.” It’s this….cultural notion that a person’s control over their own body is above all important and must not be infringed upon. 

Like, we can’t even take LIFE SAVING organs from CORPSES unless the person whose corpse it is gave consent before their death. Even corpses get bodily autonomy. 

To tell people that they MUST sacrifice their bodily autonomy for 9 months against their will in an incredibly expensive, invasive, difficult process to save what YOU view as another human life (a debatable claim in the early stages of pregnancy when the VAST majority of abortions are performed) is desperately unethical. You can’t even ask people to sacrifice bodily autonomy to give up organs they aren’t using anymore after they have died. 

You’re asking people who can become pregnant to accept less bodily autonomy than we grant to dead bodies. 

reblogging for commentary 

But, assuming the mother wasn’t raped, the choice to HAVE a baby and risk sacrificing their “bodily autonomy” is a choice that the mother made. YOu don’t have to have sex with someone. Cases of rape aside, it isn’t ethical to say abortion is justified. The unborn baby has rights, too. 

First point: Bodily autonomy can be preserved, even if another life is dependent on it. See again the example about the blood donation. 

And here’s another point: When you say that “rape is the exception” you betray something FUNDAMENTALLY BROKEN about your own argument.

Because a fetus produced from sexual assault is biologically NO DIFFERENT than a fetus produced from consensual sex. No difference at all.

If one is alive, so is the other. If one is a person, so is the other. If one has a soul, then so does the other. If one is a little blessing that happened for a reason and must be protected, then so is the other. 

When you say that “Rape is the exception” what you betray is this: It isn’t about a life. This isn’t about the little soul sitting inside some person’s womb, because if it was you wouldn’t care about HOW it got there, only that it is a little life that needs protecting.

When you say “rape is the exception” what you say is this: You are treating pregnancy as a punishment. You are PUNISHING people who have had CONSENSUAL SEX but don’t want to go through a pregnancy. People who DARED to have consensual sex without the goal of procreation in mind, and this is their “consequence.” 

And that is gross. 

^ THIS. This is this this THIS THIS THIS. THIS!!!!!

This is probably the strongest and well worded/supported argument for abortion that I have ever read.

WHY THE FUCK HAS TUMBLR FLAGGED THIS?! i’M FUCKING FURIOUS!!!

Yep, this was flagged for me too. Which is why I’m going to reblog it several time until Tumblr implodes.

This!!!!