For The Masses:

http://gen.lib.rus.ec

http://textbooknova.com

http://en.bookfi.org/

http://www.gutenberg.org

http://ebookee.org

http://www.manybooks.net

http://www.giuciao.com

http://www.feedurbrain.com

http://oll.libertyfund.org/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=380

http://www.alleng.ru/ 

http://www.eknigu.com/ 

http://ishare.iask.sina.com.cn/

http://2020ok.com/

http://www.freebookspot.es/Default.aspx

http://www.freeetextbooks.com/

http://onebigtorrent.org/

http://www.downeu.me/ebook/

http://forums.mvgroup.org

http://theaudiobookbay.com/

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no one coulda reblogged this a month ago when i spent 500

momentsbymarcus

Look at KB coming through

Every time you see this, reblog it. There is always someone in college that will see this.

Bold of you to assume there will be icebergs by 2022

Us after reading this caption

Awesome 👏

Dear lord!

@advanced-procrastination iM

drift compatible

it took me a moment to realize what was going on with their hands. Drift compatible indeed!

Lads he’s dustbathing in nothing the absolute madman

I can’t believe your bird’s telling you to sweep

September

My bf is usually pretty indifferent towards any birb content I show him but I made him watch this video and he goes “……. that WAS pretty cute”

Bowsette Gifs! OMG! :O

Bowsette is the bestest! <3

human: *gentle “owl” hooting*

actual owls: *tiny velociraptor screams*

Transfeminine voice:

Other:

Transmasculine voice:

Other:

things to update after a legal name change!

*Please add to this list if you can think of anything else!!!

#1 thing I notice trans people forget to change after just a social name change is their voicemail recording!

oh my fuckning

UNMUTE THIS

Please get this away from me

JESUS

The shock on that cats face

“Must. Not. Move. They. Can’t. Sense. Movement.”

Color Synonyms

White

also: pale; blanched; sallow; pallid; waxen; spectral; translucent; albino; 

Grey

also: dust; stone; pepper;  

Black

also:  coal; slate; dusky; ebon; shadow; murky; 

Tan

also: flesh; khaki; cream; tawny; 

Brown

also:  henna; russet; sepia; chestnut; cocoa; drab; bronze; 

Red

also: terracotta ; rouge; carmine;  fire-engine; ruddy

Orange

also:  pumpkin ; rust ; 

Yellow

also: sunny; amber; saffron; hay; straw; platinum; 

Green

also: viridescent; grass; jade; forest; 

Blue

also: turquoise; cyan; ultramarine; royal; aqua; aquamarine;

Purple

also: berry;  amaranthine;

Pink

also: flushed; candy; cherry blossom; petal pink ; 

—– source: http://ingridsundberg.com/

—–additional synonyms added by me

COLOORRRRRRRRRR

look at my parrot

An absolute unit !!

i’m starting to hate pride month because literally every other post on twitter and tumblr is like “happy pride month to everyone except terfs, terfs should go die” or some variation of that and they all have thousands of likes and reposts. like, get some new material dudes y’all are so unoriginal lmaoo. i’m getting so bored, you need to find more creative ways to express that you hate women who don’t agree with you.

You know what the Green Heron is basically the best heron because it is like 90% neck so when it is all folded down it looks like a giant head with wings and legs

but then suddenly ZOOP

fucking green herrons

What the fuck

In case you need proof that animals can lie.

F*cking LARPers....

Context: In the middle of a session two of our friends who are EMT’s got called away to an emergency. We didn’t want to go on without them, and the rest of us couldn’t drive due to wine, so our DM threw a silly home brew to dumb our inebriated asses in. It is me, am elf cleric, a tiefling bard, and a human rogue. We find ourself transported to a realm by an insane wizard who’s spell goes wrong. The realm is New York City, circa 2010. I’ll skip the DM’s description and we find our group stepping from Central Park into a typical rush hour NYC street. After I got hit by a taxi cab, yelled at by a cab driver, and our questions being utterly ignored by the populace in a typical New Yorker fashion, we are approached by 4 NYPD officers.

DM: These 3 human men and one woman exit their enchanted carriages, blue and white symbols adorn the vehicle and you gather they’re city guards. Leather and cloth uniforms are dotted with symbols and patches. Gold shields adorn their chests with more colored symbols. The female has noticeably more symbols then the rest of the guard, and wears chevrons on her arm. Around their wastes are leather belts, holding many pouches and gear your do not recognize. All four approach cautiously with hands on a larger piece of gear.

Rogue: “Look at their belts! Hello fellow rogues! OOC: I wave and approach with a smile.

Sergeant: “NYPD! Step back sir! Identify yourself!”

Rogue: “These friends of mine and I are lost in your vast, magical realm.”

DM: The four stop their approach and glance at eachother and share a tired look.

Sergeant: “uh. You’re in New York City. We need to see some identification. Drivers license, passport et cetera. Keep your hands away from your props. They look sharp and we’ll address that in a minute.”

Me: “I am a cleric that serves Sune, the Goddess of Love.”

We all name ourselves and ask who these guards serve and want kingdom this is. The officers tell us without ID and without permits for our weapons we’ll be placed under arrest.

Bard: OCC: I roll to persuade all of them. “Dear guess! We mean no harm, and I see you are weary of our interaction. Let’s us leave and peace, and we will cause no harm.” I address the group and pull out my bag of holding and put all my weapons inside. *rolls a 20*

DM: The cops are bewildered at your illusions and the one with the female addresses her. “Sarge. I think we should just go. We got better things to do then deal with these weirdos and their magic.” The sarge and other officers agree.

Sarge: “Um. Fare thee well…uh…thy noble adventurers. Behave in our kingdom, or face the might of our…great guards…”

Me: “thank you my lady! Your kindness will not be forgotten!”

DM: the officers walk away muttering and confused. The female mutters “fucking weird ass LARpers…” and they drive away.

good idea: marry a blacksmith so you can get free swords whenever 

Better idea; become a miner and then marry a blacksmith so he can have the required materials for you to get free swords whenever. 

Make a harem and marry a full production chain

Monopolygamy.

I mean, if your harem is full of blacksmiths would that make it a polyhammerous relationship?

You could make a whole polyarmory

hey before you call something wheelchair accessible just go ahead and invite a wheelchair user or two over because I almost guarantee you that an able-bodied person is not capable of guessing what is accessible without having ever used a wheelchair solo before

some but not all cool things nobody ever thinks of:

yeah

Some wheelchairs have fairly small wheels (electric chairs especially) aaaand if there are bumps or ledges of more than an inch… those chairs are at risk of tipping over. I have in fact tipped backwards due to a bump in concrete that I didn’t see of about an inch and a half. I tipped back and got a concussion.

Thank you for all of these tips! Our next anime con planning meeting is at our location, and I will be doing my best to check all of these (including whether the public restroom doors have automatic openers, which is one I saw specified in a different post).

Can I just say how much I hate hotel room doors in a wheelchair, btw? They’re awful. I have bruises on my foot right now from shoving my foot forward to catch the door before it slammed shut after I unlocked it.

I like to keep my metabolism on her toes.

Like what’s it gonna be today? Complete starvation or 3000 calories? I know as much as you, bitch ;)

literally me i’m cryinf

Drag me Bitch

When a customer says some Weird Shit in the middle of check-out,

Okay, so very recently, I was cashiering for Publix, and it was late at night, and I actually didn’t wanna be there, go figure. So this woman walks up, buying about 15-20 items, which is a pretty clean run for me, so I’m scanning her groceries, and we carry a small conversation.

During this conversation, she asks me if I’m in school, and I say yes. I tell her about how exams went, as they were near that period, and told her I had a Biology exam that was over genetics. And she looks me straight in the eyes, with seriousness of a heart attack being read in every wrinkle of her white soccer mom face, and says: “Oh, I’m a Christian, I don’t believe in genetics.”

Flabbergasted. My eyes do that spinny rainbow thing that Apple computers do when theyre buffering. A second goes by. I’ve gone through all stages of grief at this point, but haven’t reached acceptance. I have to say something, I have to say SOMETHING. If I just stare at her through this, she’ll know I think she’s fucking dumb and she might get angry, and I don’t need that. Two seconds have gone by. I have stopped scanning groceries at this point, and am just being violently shot back and forth between two sections of the galaxy. I can feel my body taking leave of my soul. Three seconds. I have to say something. 

“Anyway, I did well on my accounting exam, so that’s something. Do you have any coupons?”