when god closes a door you reach your little paws under it and go mrrwwaaaooow mmreeaaow

It's worth noting that the Nazis called him from the lobby of the building and threatened him, and King Kirby, an accomplished boxer, said "Sure, I'll be right down" and they weren't there when he got there. Because they wanted to intimidate him, and, having failed, got the hell out because their power comes from fear.

Tumblr blue through the years.

computer illiteracy pride flag

Wei Ying got him a new sweater

Sabrina the Teenage Witch | 4.13 - "Now You See Her, Now You Don't"

Once you get to a certain level of advanced maths, you basically become a wizard.

this is what a page of my wizards spellbook looks like

Sounds like something a wizard mocking another wizard for their poorly written spellbook would say

oh…

sometimes I wonder how we all survive and then I look at my best friends and I go “oh, I survive because I don’t want to leave you yet” and it makes sense. life is so hard a lot of the time, but I want one more bowl of pasta with you.

so what if im doomed! so what! i can still have fun!

He’s… an interesting young lad.

Send me to Mars with party supplies before next august 5th

No guys you don’t understand.

The soil testing equipment on Curiosity makes a buzzing noise and the pitch of the noise changes depending on what part of an experiment Curiosity is performing, this is the way Curiosity sings to itself.

So some of the finest minds currently alive decided to take incredibly expensive important scientific equipment and mess with it until they worked out how to move in just the right way to sing Happy Birthday, then someone made a cake on Curiosity’s birthday and took it into Mission control so that a room full of brilliant scientists and engineers could throw a birthday party for a non-autonomous robot 225 million kilometres away and listen to it sing the first ever song sung on Mars*, which was Happy Birthday.

This isn’t a sad story, this a happy story about the ridiculousness of humans and the way we love things. We built a little robot and called it Curiosity and flung it into the star to go and explore places we can’t get to because it’s name is in our nature and then just because we could, we taught it how to sing.

That’s not sad, that’s awesome.

*this is different from the first song ever played on mars (Reach For The Stars by Will.I.Am) which happened the year before, singing is different from playing

This is humanity

Happy Birthday, Curiousity.

Happy birthday, Curiosity.

spoke to a very sweet doctor's receptionist earlier (in german) to make an appointment; told her i'm nonbinary and would prefer not be referred to as 'sie' (she) in any records. and she was super nice and chill about it.

but then halfway through the conversation she asked me if she could address me with 'du' (informal you) so she wouldn't have to keep saying 'Sie' (formal you). truly so confused but she kinda got the spirit i guess loll

If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

its called the D: drive because you look at how much space is left on it and you go "D:"

why is this mom joke getting notes

If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

seeing the terms “bad rep” and “good rep” applied to media that was created by and for an in-group makes me want to eat glass

“not sure if this is a good representation of the trans community :/“ right well a trans person made it, and they made it for other trans people, so. perhaps that logic is not applicable here. must we live our entire creative lives under the watchful eye of Cisgender Scrutiny? how can you compare self-expression to willful misrepresentation lmao

Hello everyone because this is my diary and I can’t stop thinking about this I want to share that the front door to my family’s farm house was broken and the only way to get inside was to climb onto a ledge 3 or 4 feet off the ground, using a stepladder

And I grabbed my 84 year old grandmother (who is NOT senile and does not, in theory, need to be monitored like a toddler) by the shoulders and I spoke to her clearly, in Spanish, “Abuela, promise me you will not try to climb up and down without help. If you feel like going outside I WILL HELP YOU. As many times as you need help. We’ll get the door fixed but until then you do NOT go up or down that ladder without me or my mom helping you. I want you to look me in the eye and PROMISE ME. Because I love you and I’m worried you’ll get hurt. Do you understand? Do you promise?”

And she said all the right things and, as it turns out, LIED TO MY FACE because 12 hours later she (my 84 year old grandmother) jumped (THREE FEET) down onto solid concrete (THREE FEET DOWN) and fucking tucked and rolled like a paratrooper onto the grass, through some miracle, completely unharmed, and when I found her lying there I shrieked “ABUELA? SALTASTE?” (YOU JUMPED?) whereupon she (84) looked up at me and calmly said “Claro” (of course, or, obviously)

I do not know how she has not shattered every bone in her body but she got away with it without even a bruise. Anyway we fixed the front door.

I guess technically she didn’t lie because I told her not to use the stepladder by herself, I never made her promise not to jump!!!

The thing that kills me is that this is how old people DIE. They fall, sometimes from much shorter distances, break their hip, go to the hospital, and never come back out.

I banished her outside for a bit, for her jumping crimes, and very nearly hung a sign around her neck that said “I LOVE SCARING MY GRANDCHILDREN TO DEATH BY BARREL ROLLING OUT OF AN UNFINISHED BALCONY DOOR”

Here I am climbing through the same door for reference

NOOOOOOOOO

malala being the icon that she is 😭

her husband’s reply please