Occie Porn by PeterPinnock The music of the Beatles defined a generation. I know - I grew up listening to them. Hey Jude, Love me do, Ticket to ride. And the one that has caused the most debate - Octopus’s garden. Ringo Starr wrote about one octopus, but what if he had a buddy? What would we call them - octopuses? Octopi? How about octopodes? Admit it - you’ve debated it. Take your choice, you can get away with either one.

So here we are diving on a local wreck and we find these 2 cephalopods doing, well, errrrrrrrrrr, ahem: OCCIE PORN!!! I guess they can get away with doing stuff like that in public in this new South Africa of ours. We are a lot more liberal now days. A few years ago they they would have been reported by the NG Kerk and unceremoniously bundled into jail.

Octopi mating is not something that the average man on the reef has ever witnessed. Here follows a child-friendly description of the act: The male starts by trying to impress the female of the species with the size of his tentacles and sucker caps. That sounds vagely familiar. The female will normally flutter her eyes and ignore him. More familiarity. Where do they learn this stuff? Undeterred, the male has an arm that holds rows of sperm which he inserts into the female’s oviduct. She blushes, does a shiver and goes through a few colour changes. The male winks at his reflection in my mask and says to himself: “suffer baby suffer”. It’s all too familiar.

We watch for a while but it eventually starts to get a bit awkward. I am not sure if octopus sex is a good spectator sport. I drift off humming to myself “I’d like to be under the sea In an octopus’s garden in the shade”.


Sometimes the arguments on this site make me laugh. The way people dismiss misogyny by placing the responsibility on women and demand us to give men the benefit of the doubt or it reflects badly on us as women…and in the same breath tell us how horrible we are for talking about the ongoing issue of male violence/abuse and how male socialization plays a huge role in that and it makes me laugh.

I don’t stop at statistics and data. I don’t give my male relatives the benefit of the doubt either. Most of them are abusive, incredibly misogynistic and homophobic fucks. One of them murdered his girlfriend. He’ll be locked up until he’s 70 if he lives that long. My brother grew up in a female-dominate household where he had the LEAST responsibilities (for all those assholes who say ‘women can change men!!11’). You can’t stop male socialization, so take a guess what kind of person he is now.

Other folks excuse and have excused their behavior BUT me, and it has gotten me into heated situations.

I’d rather be the rotten apple in the family than EVER support violent, hateful males any fucking day or brush it off. I’ve been past ever worrying if I’m “reflecting” horribly or not, the truth is still the fucking truth.

Like I said before, if that makes me a bitch so be it.

AU where Harry is brought up by Sirius and Remus.

Harry swaggering into Hogwarts at age 11.
Harry trying to lean back in his chair like he’d seen Sirius do.
Harry knowing all the secret passage ways in his very first year itself.
Harry knowing the perfect hexes for Malfoy.
Harry pretending to be really embarrassed by Remus teaching them in 3rd year, but secretly feeling delighted when he finds the rest of his class thinks he’s the coolest teacher they’ve had.
Harry getting howlers from Sirius announcing the next Weird Sisters concert.
Harry fiercely defending werewolves.
And most importantly, Harry who is happy and loved. Harry who has someone to go home to. Harry who has someone to talk about his teenage woes to. Harry who grew up knowing what wonderful, brave people his parents were.


The love story between Antonella Roccuzzo and Lionel Messi started many years ago. They met when they were just 5 years old, as their families are friends. Antonella is Lionel’s best friend Lucas Scaglia’s cousin, so they basically grew up together.

Lionel moved from Argentina to Barcelona when he was very young. He suffered from a growth problem that could not be cured at home, so all the family moved to Europe in order for him to have a chance.

Meanwhile, Antonella remained in Rosario where Messi usually flew back to for the holidays. It was on Christmas vacation in 2009, that they met again and fell in love with each other.

A few things you should know about Misha Collins:

•His full name is Dmitri Tippens Krushnic
•He’s from Greenfield, Massachusetts.
•He was named after his mother’s Russian ex-boyfriend
•He grew up with a single mother who was on welfare.
•When he was a kid, there were times they couldn’t celebrate Christmas were it not for a neighbor giving his mother money to buy him and his brother christmas presents. There were also times when they were homeless, and people helped them. Those little acts of kindness had a profound impact on Misha as kid, and he still remembers them today. Those acts of kindness are also the reason why he decided to start his charity.
•He married his high school sweetheart.
•He built his wife a house.
•They made each other personalized rings.
•They have 2 kids, West Anaximander and Maison Marie.
•He has a BA in Social Theory.
•He used to play the saxophone when he was younger, but he lost his stuff when their house burned down, and then he wasn’t able to get another one.
•A 300 years old maple tree fell in his mother’s yard so he made a bed out of it for his girlfriend.
•He once got arrested because he went to read a book on top of a bank because he needed better lighting.
•He likes green tea and kale.
•He has (or probably had) two turtles.
•He wore a turtle costume to his first Halloween party. It was a negative experience for him because it was handmade and done in a way he had to crawl on all four in order to move.
•He smells like watermelons and cinnamon (according to people who met him)
•He has spent several months in seclusion in monasteries in Tibet.
•He is a certified lifeguard, EMT, and motorcyclist.
•He has slept in an igloo.
•He kayaks, snowboards, bicycle tours, and runs.
•After a devastating forest fire in Los Angeles that killed an innocent tree, Misha and a band of visionary renegades gave it the Christian burial it deserves by planting it illegally in Hollywood.
•He interned at the White House during Clinton Administration.
•He made jokes on his FBI background check.
•He stole security badges from the White House and made a mobile out of them.
•He is a published poet.
•He made most of the furniture in his house.
•He does a lot for charity and uses his influence to encourage his ‘minions’ to contribute.
•He went to Haiti every summer for 3 years, to help build an orphanage.
•He dressed in drag to renew his wedding vows. In a supermarket. With a bouquet made of vegetables.
•He organized a tea party in the middle of a highway with his (amazing) friends. The cops stopped by and had tea with them.
•He does Tibetan throat singing.
•During a fitness test in high school, he was very proud to find out he was the most flexible boy of all boys who had ever participated in the this test. He later found out that his flexibility is due to a birth defect in his spine. After a bike accident, an MRI showed hat stretching too much could leave him paralyzed.
•When he was a kid, he forced himself to eat dirt because he believe it would improve his immune system.
•He posted a picture of himself naked on a horse via twitter.
•He dressed in drag at a high school party, he was so pretty his classmates didn’t recognize him and hit on him. His girlfriend (now wife) was not pleased.
•Once, he was alone at a restaurant with his son. The owner brought him flowers and wished him a happy mother’s day. And this time, he was not in drag.
•He is a Guinness World Record holder.
•He created the Greatest International Scavenger Hunt the World Has Ever Seen (G.IS.H.W.H.E.S), and his minions from all over the world participated in it. We made the news for making Christmas trees fly.
•He made hundreds of young women wear dresses only made of bacon. He made a calendar out of it.
•He drove a motorcycle all dressed in cheese only.
•Jared Padalecki beat Misha in Words with Friends. Misha owed $1970 and paid in coins, 4 buckets worth.


I was watching this today and this particular segment caught my attention because… it’s so true.

We see most adults nowadays claiming that adolescents just aren’t mature enough to do things. When we fight for equality, they think we’re “passing through a phase”. When we fight to be heard, they think we’re being rebellious. When we provide new ideas, they push them away because they don’t correspond to what they grew up with.

And then Ahmad Alshugairi (the guy in the gifset) said this in his show to inspire adolescents.

The show is Arabic (he was speaking in arabic, I translated) and it’s called “Khawater”. This man made his show in hopes of improving the society by showing both the good and the bad around the world. 

This particular episode was called “Adolescents: A blessing or a burden?” in which he discussed throughout the entire episode how adolescents are, in fact, a blessing, and that adults need to understand that.

Link to episode if you wish to watch it.


Mericcup Week 2014
Day 3: I Choose You by Sara Bareilles

Merida knew of the Vikings a long, long time ago. She knew of a scrawny boy from Berk named Hiccup, who befriended Dragons despite the ongoing war between them and his kind. They grew up together, got to know each other better, and given time, it could’ve been more. But Hiccup decided it was time for him to return to Berk. “The Vikings need me, Mer. I need to teach them that Dragons aren’t our enemies.” And before she could persuade him to stay, he had gone.

Many years later, she finds herself on her Wedding Day - a clan arrangement, of course, all her Mother’s doing - remembering the young Viking, who left her to do what was right. Dressed in her white, spotless wedding gown, her only thought is, “Hiccup is off someplace, somewhere, doing his duty as a Viking. Is this not my duty, as well?”

But he goes ahead and bursts through her doors, daring to show his face. He dares to stand before her, all grown up with his stupid, disheveled hair, with pleading eyes asking her not to get married, asking her to make a choice, asking her not to leave him despite he doing so all those years ago.

He should’ve expected her response.

“I’m a princess, Hiccup. It’s an occupational hazard.”

(2/3) “My father died when I was six. His entire family was killed during the war, so everything I know about him came from his stories. We know that he was seven when the Nazis invaded Poland. He told us that my grandmother had been stabbed and pushed out a window. He said that he became a child sniper and he’d been shot many times. He was missing part of his ear. He told a story about how he was alone in a house that was being attacked. And while he waited for backup, he fired one shot from every window to convince the Germans that the house was full of soldiers. He said he smuggled guns through Nazi checkpoints by hiding them in his school bag. He said he ran messages through the sewer system during the Warsaw Uprising. All of this supposedly happened before the age of twelve. And all of this was told to us during a time when his memory was being affected by the brain tumor. So I grew up never being sure what exactly was true.”

Creepiest thing I've seen online

Or one of them, anyway, because I’ve seen a fair bit of creepy stuff but this is one that’s stuck with me. This is from memory, as I can’t find any copies online, and the only copy I have is on my other computer.

A few years ago, I was fairly active on /x/, and at the time there was a lot of creepypasta being written, as well as creepy personal accounts. Someone was posting a pretty long story about something that happened to them when they were a kid. He’d grown up in the country and he and he friend would spend all day in the summer exploring the woods around their houses, seeing what the could find.

One day, they went further than usual, and came across a huge clearing. The guy said it was absolutely massive, like he could barely see the other side from where he was. The creepiest part of the clearing was the fact that everything on it was dead. Nothing grew there, not even weeds. He and he friend started walking across the clearing, and he said the ground felt really weird under his feet, almost squishy.

Part way through the clearing, they came across an old shack, a pretty small one about the size of an outhouse. They peek inside, and there’s nothing but bones. Small animal bones, like birds and rats and mice and things. They get kind of spooked and decide to head back, and as they’re walking back they come across an area where the dirt has been all pushed up. 

Underneath the dirt, they see something bright, so they brush it away and see there’s a barrel there with a nuclear warning sign on it. It turns out that someone had illegally dumped nuclear waste in the clearing, putting it in a big hole and scattering dirt over the top. It was the radiation that was killing all the plants and animals.

The scariest bit was that he’d said the floor was squishy, and that he and his friend had no idea how long the barrels had been there. At any moment, one of them could have put their foot through a rusty lid and fallen into a huge container of nuclear waste.

Last November was published the last chapter of Naruto, my all time favorite manga.

I can’t really express what I felt and what I still feel today, but it’s mostly happiness.
This manga never disappointed me, I loved the characters and really got attached to them and their stories.

I’ve always felt close to Naruto for many reasons and today I am grateful I discovered this great manga.

I grew up with Naruto, he’s my hero.

So thank you Masashi Kishimoto, thank you for giving us Naruto :)


This Woman Came Back From the Dead to Spite the Husband Who Paid to Have Her Murdered

Noela Rukundo lived happily in Australia with her husband Balenga Kalala until she left to visit the country of Burundi where she grew up for her stepmother’s funeral.

In Burundi, she stepped out for some air after finishing a phone call with her loving husband to meet a man with a gun pointed at her.  Under the threat of death, she did what he told her to do and was taken to a secluded place where her kidnappers met with other gang members. Fortunately for her, the hitmen her husband sent to kill her were principled.

They told her they don’t kill women and children so after some theatrics over the phone, during which she heard her own husband command them to “Kill her” and the hitmen demanded more money and told him that she was dead.

With evidence from her would-be killers she headed home to crash her own funeral. She showed up right as mourning friends and family were leaving her husband’s home.

What kind of thing would you say to the person you love who tried to have you murdered?  Rukundo just said, “Surprise! I’m still alive!”

What Did He Do To Us?! / AU RP with ask-ryuzakitakahashi

Gabriel ran as fast as he could with his two friends by his side. That had just barely escaped the clutches of a bat shit crazy scientist that had kidnapped them and experimented on them for what seemed like years. They had no idea what was done to them or what they had become, but they would soon learn that they were no longer normal humans. He panted heavily as they finally stopped running to catch their breaths. “Koran… Tamotsu… I… I don’t know about you guys… But other than knowing we grew up together… I have no memories… What about you guys? Can you remember anything about our pasts?” He looked to them.


olicity appreciation week: day five (favorite little thing)

“i should add ‘personal internet reasearcher to oliver queen’ to my job title.” (felicity/oliver + IT help)

  • someone:are you okay?
  • me:yeah
  • what i really mean:sansa stark finally met jon snow. after everything they both went through, after everything they experienced and after all losses they suffered, they finally met. they hugged and felt a little bit like home. they still don't know what happened to arya and bran or where they are but at least they have each other now. they are bit stronger now than they were before. they found each other after years of spending apart. they changed so much and grew up, became colder and more mature but they still have this family love. and jon promises to look after sansa, he said it and she felt maybe a little bit more secure with him. maybe together they will find their siblings and the starks who are left will be together them. this family is torn apart, they suffered so much but at least sansa and jon are together now.
Omar Khadr applied for bail today

Guys, Omar Khadr has been in prison for THIRTEEN YEARS. Since he was FIFTEEN. Now he’s 28. And not just prison. Illegal black hole detention with no rights, and people torturing him and, for years on end, no end in sight, no knowledge of if it would ever stop. Since he was FIFTEEN. Nine years in Guantanamo Bay.

Who is Omar Khadr, you might ask? He’s an innocent young man whose story proves what happens when racism and Islamophobia is used by powerful, cowardly governments that want a scapegoat. Let me tell you about him. He is important.

He’s a Canadian citizen. He was born in Toronto. He grew up in Toronto and Pakistan. When he was fifteen, his dad left him with some men in Afghanistan, telling him to translate for them, since he spoke several languages. His father was supposed to come back to get him, but he never did. Omar was stuck there. If he’d run away, it would have shamed his father, and he might have been killed. The men were Taliban fighters.

While he was there, Americans attacked. First they bombed the house. Bombed the heck out of it. It was reduced to rubble. Then they stormed it. Eighty feet from the entrance, in a small alley, a special forces soldier recalls seeing Omar face down in rubble, screaming from the shrapnel wounds from the bombing, which had got in his eyes and all over his body. The soldier shot him twice in the back. (This was a war crime.)

Omar was taken to a place called Bagram. He was unconscious for a week. When he woke up, his trouble had only just begun. Soldiers there told him he had killed an American soldier. They tortured him. He was still wounded from the shrapnel and the gunshot wounds and the head trauma from the bombs. He didn’t know anyone there and he was a fifteen year old kid. They shackled him in painful positions to make his wounds hurt, they hung him by his wrists, they threatened him with rape. They waterboarded him. They made him confess to anything they wanted. He confessed to killing an American soldier. 

They didn’t bring him consular officials from Canada, they didn’t let him talk to a lawyer. They didn’t have someone there who was on his side (international law forbids the lengthly incarceration of children, stipulates that they must be provided education and must have access to adult advocates. International law forbids torture).

They asked Canada if it was ok they were treating a Canadian citizen like this. Canada said we don’t care. Canada said let us prove our loyalty to the United States by sacrificing one of our own. Let us help you torture him.

They brought him to Guantanamo Bay. They didn’t charge him with anything. They just held him there, for years. Sixteen, seventeen. Most kids are in high school. He had no schooling opportunities, no books. He was tortured with cells that are constantly kept freezing cold, no blankets, lights that never turn off. Sleep deprivation. Stress positions. Other things, no doubt worse.

Canadian officials came to visit him, but they were only there to ask him more questions. He cried for his mother when he realized they weren’t going to help him.

Finally they charged him with something. It wasn’t a crime. It was a fake crime they invented. War crimes are things that exist in international law, because wars are things that happen between countries. The Geneva conventions tell us what are and are not war crimes. War crimes include things like killing a medic, killing a prisoner, or torturing a prisoner of war. Omar did not commit any war crimes. Even if he had thrown a grenade that killed an American soldier, it would not have been a war crime. It would have been a war casualty, and Omar would have been a child soldier, protected under international law because child soldiers are vulnerable and not held responsible.

So the US invented some new “crimes”. They called them war crimes, even though they couldn’t be, because no one country can unilaterally decide that they’ve changed the rules of war without consulting with the rest of the world. That way lies no laws at all. But this is what the Americans did.

Then they “tried” him in something that looked like a court, but wasn’t. It had the judge and the lawyers, but it didn’t have fairness, what’s called due process. He wasn’t allowed to see the evidence. He wasn’t allowed to choose his lawyers. He wasn’t allowed to bring witnesses for the defence, such as psychologists who knew him and could attest that he was a good person who was remarkably peaceful and generous and kind and without hate, amazingly, and not a radicalized jihadist. 

This false court allowed the confessions. The confessions that had been made by a fifteen-year-old who was being tortured, who was concussed and injured and bleeding, and had never been told anything he said could be used against him in a court of law. Indeed it could not have been used in a real court. But this wasn’t a real court.

He was twenty-three by the time it went to “trial.” He was told that the trial wouldn’t change anything. Even if he was ruled innocent, they could keep him there forever.

Or he could plead guilty. Then he’d have a chance of going back to Canada.

He had no choice. 

Canada let him come home, a year late. The government officials labelled him a dangerous terrorist, and stuck him in solitary. The first time he was allowed out, he was attacked by one of the violent criminals in the max security prison. At Guantanamo he had been considered minimum risk.

Government officials call him a terrorist. Newspapers call him a terrorist. And they keep him locked up, even though the Guantanamo Bay “court” wasn’t a real “court.” Australia and Great Britain protected their citizens from the flagrant abuse of their rights by taking them out of there as soon as possible. Canada abandoned a child there.

It continues to pretend Omar is guilty. It continues to pin its hatred of immigrants, its hatred of Muslims, and its hatred of people it sees as interlopers who come and take advantage of our “freedoms,” on him. It continues to abuse him and pick and choose what citizens it wants to uphold and what citizens it wants to abuse. The government continues to break the law by keeping him in prison. 

Finally Omar is in a medium security prison, has friends in the nearby city of Edmonton who visit him, and teachers who have been supporting him from a nearby college. All faciliated by his Canadian lawyer and other supporters. His lawyer has worked without pay for him for over ten years, almost bankrupting himself in the process.

Omar Khadr has just applied for Bail. He’s in court today. If he gets it, he could be free!!! Free for the first time in thirteen years!!!

Pray for him.

Even so, he’s still got a long fight ahead of him to clear his name in the American courts AND the Canadian courts. 

You can donate to his legal fund here: http://freeomar.ca/donate/donate/


“There is a bond you have with your pets that you don’t have with anything else in the world. You take care of them and they give you unconditional love. I don’t know what it’s about, but it’s true, dog lovers go nuts for their dogs, yeah. I grew up in a house with dogs. We always had dogs. We always had a bunch of dogs, actually” [x]

We will never have a team like the North America Team ever again. We’ve managed to witness the next generation of the NHL play alongside the current generation of hockey greats, and do it with speed, stamina, and skill. We have Saad and Murray, who have a total of 3 Stanley Cups between the two of them on a team of what are considered to be kids. We have Nugent-Hopkins, MacKinnon, Ekblad, McDavid, and Matthews who make up the five number one picks to play on the same team at the same time; Matthews whose career in the NHL hasn’t even begun yet, but he managed to play against, and even beat multiple Stanley Cup champions before he has even had the shot to earn the title himself. These kids grew up in the generation of change, and they’re here to change the way the game itself is played.

Send "Sparklies" for what my Muse thinks of when they see your Muse's eyes

If I don’t know what color your Muse’s eyes are, they will give their best guess. Or you can tell us the generic color, that works too!

Imagine Jack and Chowder tho.

Jack’s the son of an NHL legend and Chowder’s the son of Samwell graduates.

Imagine Chowder as a Compsci major whose parents are technology geniuses, who tells Jack in a nervous chatty rush that he grew up surrounded by Silicon Valley “aunts” and “uncles” who were lowkey famous, people who changed the world with their brains, and he loves them all, but–

“There’s a lot of pressure not to be average,” Jack says dryly.

“Oh my gosh yes,” Chowder says, and then his eyes get enormously round as he realizes why Jack understands so perfectly.

Jack knows what it’s like to grow up in the stratosphere, even if he was on a different mountain. Because at a certain level of achievement, it’s not even something the grownups around you say; it’s just the tone of their voice when they say, “No, he never made it past Juniors” or “Yeah, she only has her Associate’s” that make it plain that the underperforming are just a different species, not like us; you rise to the top, or you’re nobody.

They both know their parents would be horrified by the pressure their sons put on themselves to succeed, but, well…

So yeah. These two. I think there are a lot of reasons Chowder got Jack’s dibs, and his admiration.