curious : how did yall get into reading dc comics?
Most of these answers are so unique and cute, and I have the unfortunate situation of having to admit that it was from Miraculous and Danny Phantom crossover fics.
20+40=60
7+8=15
60+15=75
20+40 = 60
8+2 = 10
60+10 = 70
7-2 = 5
70+5 = 75
12,000 people harmonizing Hey Jude at Pentatonix concert in Des moines
Incredible! Gives me hope that there could be peace on earth
Serious goosebumps
no because the way this would make me sob my eyes out
The nuclear family setup is so stupid. We should all live in interconnected tunnels with our friends.
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Ideal Ravenclaw bedroom/dorm energy tbh
guys guys reblog with the first song on your upside down playlist i want to know how to save you from vecna
Anonymous asked:
I think we should respect the minority who don't want us to wear their clothes / copy ethnic traditions even if we have "permission" from friends of that race. An analogy is if we're in the common room smoking and an asthma sufferer comes in and asks us to stop smoking for their sake, we don't keep smoking just because we also know people with asthma who are fine with smoking. Similarly, people who call out appropriation should have the final say.
why come to me with this do i look like the OP. or hindu.
Hi, Hindu here. It’s not that deep, promise. Saris are common clothing, and as long as you’re not being majorly disrespectful, no one out in the world will care. Most of the Indian aunties would in fact likely be thrilled. We’re not some like, strict group of folks when it comes to cultural sharing for the most part. Personally where i draw the line tends to be the monetization of like, henna by white folks, and like, blatant not knowing even a quick wiki search of what a bindi is before wearing one, but like, if you’re out here aware of the culture it’s from, and buying from people of it, go off. We have some really neat clothing, have fun.
gotta say i've not worn one myself but they look HELLA comfortable please confirm
Can confirm the fabric is nice! Can also confirm that wrapping them is an art in itself and people who don’t need help wrapping them are in fact experienced wizards in my eyes. There are so many different styles/ways to wrap them. Safety pins are your best friend to save you from unintentional fabric slips. I’m more of a kurtha and lehenga person myself for gender, personal modestly, and freedom of movement reasons, but like,,, can not deny that saris are glorious.
Anonymous asked:
I think we should respect the minority who don't want us to wear their clothes / copy ethnic traditions even if we have "permission" from friends of that race. An analogy is if we're in the common room smoking and an asthma sufferer comes in and asks us to stop smoking for their sake, we don't keep smoking just because we also know people with asthma who are fine with smoking. Similarly, people who call out appropriation should have the final say.
why come to me with this do i look like the OP. or hindu.
Hi, Hindu here. It’s not that deep, promise. Saris are common clothing, and as long as you’re not being majorly disrespectful, no one out in the world will care. Most of the Indian aunties would in fact likely be thrilled. We’re not some like, strict group of folks when it comes to cultural sharing for the most part. Personally where i draw the line tends to be the monetization of like, henna by white folks, and like, blatant not knowing even a quick wiki search of what a bindi is before wearing one, but like, if you’re out here aware of the culture it’s from, and buying from people of it, go off. We have some really neat clothing, have fun.
Doing research for a thing everyone reblog or reply and tell me what you would do with your time if you didn’t have to work. Like if you suddenly got enough passive income to live a comfortable middle class life and you didn’t have to do a single thing to get it, what would you do all day?
If you think your answer is embaraseing anon it to me.
I’d make jewelry and write. Probably draw/paint as well.
I’d be able to go back to full time writing. I’d just write books. Oh, and I’d be able to devote more time to publishing other people as well.
Buy a little farm and hang out with the sheep and the cows and take care of them all day
Write. (And travel while writing.)
Write. Sing. Cook. Adopt kids, probably.
i’d spend my whole time learning and passing that knowledge on to anybody who wanted to know
I’d keep working in my current job! :) I love working at a school I cry with happiness all the time even though it’s hard.
Make crafts, do prop work, toy customization for people, write and film video essays with newer hardware. I’d write and draw a comic/animation pitch, learn animation, pursue and artistic career.
I’d learn more about how adult life works, get better at personal habits and take care of myself, learn to cook, read more often, rest more regularly. I’d travel more often, get more involved in my community!
I’d love to be able to become a highschool math teacher tbh, maybe take up vocal training again, have the time to write more of my friends some letters
HERE’S THE THING THOUGH
I used to work for a call center and I was doing a political survey and I called this number that was randomly generated for me and the way our system worked was voice-activated so when the other person said hello you’d get connected to them, so I just launch right into my “Harvard University and NPR blah blah blah” thing and then there’s this long pause and I think the person’s hung up even though I didn’t hear a click
And then I hear “you shouldn’t be able to call this number.”
So I apologize and go into the preset spiel about because we aren’t selling anything, etc. etc. and the answer I get is
“No, I know that. What I mean is that it should be impossible for you to call this number, and I need to know how you got it.”
I explain that it’s randomly generated and I’m very sorry for bothering him, and go to hang up. And before I can click terminate, I hear:
“Ma’am, this is a matter of national security.”
I accidentally called the director of the FBI.
My job got investigated because a computer randomly spit out a number to the Pentagon.
kuroba101
This is my new favourite story.
When I was in college I got a job working for a company that manages major air-travel data. It was a temp gig working their out of date system while they moved over to a new one, since my knowing MS Dos apparently made me qualified.
There was no MS Dos involved. Instead, there was a proprietary type-based OS and an actually-uses-transistors refrigerator-sized computer with switches I had to trip at certain times during the night as I watched the data flow from six pm to six AM on Fridays and weekends. If things got stuck, I reset the server.
The company handled everything from low-end data (hotel and car reservations) to flight plans and tower information. I was weighed every time I came in to make sure it was me. Areas of the building had retina scanners on doors.
During training. they took us through all the procedures. Including the procedures for the red phone. There was, literally, a red phone on the shelf above my desk. “This is a holdover from the cold war.” They said. “It isn’t going to come up, but here’s the deal. In case of nuclear war or other nation-wide disaster, the phone will ring. Pick up the phone, state your name and station, and await instructions. Do whatever you are told.”
So my third night there, it’s around 2am and there’s a ringing sound.
I look up, slowly. The Red phone is ringing.
So I reach out, I pick up the phone. I give my name and station number. And I hear every station head in the building do the exact same. One after another, voices giving names and numbers. Then silence for the space of two breaths. Silence broken by…
“Uh… Is Shantavia there?”
It turns out that every toll free, 1-900 or priority number has a corresponding local number that it routs to at its actual destination. Some poor teenage girl was trying to dial a friend of hers, mixed up the numbers, and got the atomic attack alert line for a major air-travel corporation’s command center in the mid-west United States.
There’s another pause, and the guys over in the main data room are cracking up. The overnight site head is saying “I think you have the wrong number, ma’am.” and I’m standing there having faced the specter of nuclear annihilation before I was old enough to legally drink.
The red phone never rang again while I was there, so the people doing my training were only slightly wrong in their estimation of how often the doomsday phone would ring.
Every time I try to find this story, I end up having to search google with a variety of terms that I’m sure have gotten me flagged by some watchlist, so I’m reblogging it again where I swear I’ve reblogged it before.
But none of these stories even come close to the best one of them all; a wrong number is how the NORAD Santa Tracker got started.
Seriously, this is legit.
In December 1955, Sears decided to run a Santa hotline. Here’s the ad they posted.
Only problem is, they misprinted the number. And the number they printed? It went straight through to fucking NORAD. This was in the middle of the Cold War, when early warning radar was the only thing keeping nuclear annihilation at bay. NORAD was the front line.
And it wasn’t just any number at NORAD. Oh no no no.
Terri remembers her dad had two phones on his desk, including a red one. “Only a four-star general at the Pentagon and my dad had the number,” she says.
“This was the ‘50s, this was the Cold War, and he would have been the first one to know if there was an attack on the United States,” Rick says.
The red phone rang one day in December 1955, and Shoup answered it, Pam says. “And then there was a small voice that just asked, ‘Is this Santa Claus?’ ”
His children remember Shoup as straight-laced and disciplined, and he was annoyed and upset by the call and thought it was a joke — but then, Terri says, the little voice started crying.
“And Dad realized that it wasn’t a joke,” her sister says. “So he talked to him, ho-ho-ho’d and asked if he had been a good boy and, ‘May I talk to your mother?’ And the mother got on and said, ‘You haven’t seen the paper yet? There’s a phone number to call Santa. It’s in the Sears ad.’ Dad looked it up, and there it was, his red phone number. And they had children calling one after another, so he put a couple of airmen on the phones to act like Santa Claus.”
“It got to be a big joke at the command center. You know, ‘The old man’s really flipped his lid this time. We’re answering Santa calls,’ ” Terri says.
And then, it got better.
“The airmen had this big glass board with the United States on it and Canada, and when airplanes would come in they would track them,” Pam says.
“And Christmas Eve of 1955, when Dad walked in, there was a drawing of a sleigh with eight reindeer coming over the North Pole,” Rick says.
“Dad said, ‘What is that?’ They say, ‘Colonel, we’re sorry. We were just making a joke. Do you want us to take that down?’ Dad looked at it for a while, and next thing you know, Dad had called the radio station and had said, ‘This is the commander at the Combat Alert Center, and we have an unidentified flying object. Why, it looks like a sleigh.’ Well, the radio stations would call him like every hour and say, ‘Where’s Santa now?’ ” Terri says.
For real.
“And later in life he got letters from all over the world, people saying, ‘Thank you, Colonel,’ for having, you know, this sense of humor. And in his 90s, he would carry those letters around with him in a briefcase that had a lock on it like it was top-secret information,” she says. “You know, he was an important guy, but this is the thing he’s known for.”
“Yeah,” Rick [his son] says, “it’s probably the thing he was proudest of, too.”
So yeah. I think that might be the best wrong number of all time.
the-noble-scientist
No okay THAT is adorable and I’m queueing this for next December.
if I had died I would have never tried Cinnamon Toast Crunch and that would’ve been sad because I think I like Cinnamon Toast Crunch
would a lot of these work better with different scenes/screenshots??? probably, but tHIS IS WHAT I GOT RIGHT NOW, SORRY--
41???? Excuse me the is the 41st version??? You are carrying this niche fandoms image quote memes entirely and I love you for it
Ok ok ok hear me out:
Christ Pratt should play live action Jim Lake Jr.
what possessed you to consider this a good idea to put out into the world.
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my friend just told me that there's a secret second dashboard that solely contains posts from people you've turned on post notifications for, and when i click the link in the messages it opens it within the tumblr app, so the tumblr app also has a secret second dashboard for post notification blogs, and the only way to access it is to open the link for it within the app.
i literally love tumblr
Ah yes. Tumblr.
okay I know alot of people rank 3below as the lowest in ther personal rankings of the trilogy (which makes sense when compared to trollhunters and wizards) but the scene where mary and the other arcadia teens hear general kubritz say that aja and krel need to get taken away because they "aren't from around here and may be carrying disease" and they didn't even know the tarrons were aliens but assumed they were being targeted for being immigrants so they got between kubritz and the tarrons and started recording her and her agents... that's genuinely one of the most important and powerful scenes I've ever seen in children's media
3below is my absolute favorite part of the trilogy! As much as I loved Douxie and Steve’s quest for knighthood in Wizards, Wizards was my least favorite. 3below had a lot of themes of immigration in it, that they handled in a way that was both elegant and understandable to younger kids, but also didn’t diminish the issue. 3below didn’t run from the uncertainty and fear Aja and Krel felt of suddenly being alone in a new environment where everyone else wasn’t like them.
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Oh my gosh that was so bad what did I just watch
I got spoilered for Toby but no one was going to mention the teenage *mpreg*??????
Drinking game for Rise of Titans:
- Every time you scream “YES!” or “NO!” take a shot - Every time someone does a Heroic Sacrifice, take a shot - Every time a dramatic speech is made, take a shot - Every time Jim and Claire scream each other’s name, take a shot. Same holds true for Krel and Aja - Every time Varvaatos threatens someone, take a shot - Every time Jim or Douxie take a hit, take a shot
The shots must be water to replace the water you’re going to lose in your tears.
alien-elilay
Then I guess I should be drinking every time Varvaatos exclaims GLORIOUS! ‘cause I will be bawling my eyes out
Oh my gosh I’m not ready!!
petition to put Joseph Campbell on the very very top shelf so that people reach for something else first
petition seconded PLEASE. Especially for odd Humanities teachers.