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faineemae:

Cameron Russell admits she won “a genetic lottery”: she’s tall, pretty and an underwear model. In this talk, she takes a wry look at the industry that had her looking highly seductive at barely 16-years-old and acknowledges the racial privileges that helped paved the way for her career.

If you don’t watch this, you are missing out on so much.  This is spectacular.

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bonapartist:

so i was looking up stuff about birth control throughout history and

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kikiagent15:

girl-in-the-tardis:

loethlin:

silver-tongued-goddess:

i was thE ONLY ONE IN THE THEATER WHO SCREAMED SCIENCE BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOS

AND THIS OTHER GUY WENT “TONNNNNY???” AND I WENT “BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCE.” 

AND WHEN THE LIGHTS CAME ON HE WAS WEARING A HULK SHIRT AND I HAD ON MY ARC REACTOR SHIRT

IT WAS PERF.

You made me ship it

 

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ladyw1nter:

aliasofwestgate:

itsmeagan:

The original story of the little mermaid is that she must kill the prince in order to be human, and in the end, she loves him too much and kills herself instead.

The artwork is too great not to reblog. 

Ok, ok - important expansion: she only has to kill the Prince because the deal was if he fell in love with her she could be human forever, and he didn’t. By which I mean, he was a good person and genuinely nice to her, but he didn’t fall in love. He fell in love with someone else, also perfectly nice - not the seawitch in disguise, fu Disney. The Mermaid is told she can only return to the sea now if she kills the Prince. She goes into the room where he and his lover lie sleeping and they look so beautiful and happy together that she can’t do it.

That’s why she kills herself. And because it was a noble act she returns to sea as foam.

One moral of the story was that women shouldn’t fundamentally change who they are for love of a man, and in theory Han Christian Anderson wrote it for a ballerina with whom he fell in love. She was marrying someone else who wouldn’t let her dance.

I want this painted on my wall.

HCA’s heroines were tragic, but also incredibly progressive in her own right. There are reasons why the original telling of The Little Mermaid and The Snow Queen are among my favorite fairy tales.  I mean really, Gerda going and RESCUING Kai, on an epic journey of her own! A very early ‘Dude in Distress’ at a time where most tales had the girls in trouble. That said, this is a gorgeous painting of The Little Mermaid. Disney did okay with  it and i love the music, but i grew up reading the original tale over and over and over again, long before the movie came out. 

huh.

In one of the versions that I’ve seen, it was similar to these lines, but that mermaids originally didn’t have souls. But because she didn’t choose to take the prince’s life, she got to be a soul and more than sea foam.

I do like, however, the thoughts/discussions about change that the Little Mermaid has spawned, because the thing was Disney’s Ariel didn’t want to be who she was; she’d always loved things from beyond the sea. So, I mean, it’s a different sort of story for a different sort of audience, and one of the reasons why it’s been taken up by the transgender community.

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“It has been a while since we last met, Mr. Stark”.

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galaxys4:

hello students. welcome to my math class. we will be having a class trip this year, the first ever math field trip in history. it’s to hell. here we are

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wellalright:

imagine if you taught a bunch of mockingbirds or whatever to imitate dubstep and then released them into the wild. people camping at night in their tents listening to the sound of nature. and then the bass drops.

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areyoutryingtodeduceme:

I remember my first eagle ceremony when I turned nine. The first eagle you get is always declawed, which I always thought was pretty inhumane, but it was a good way to ease into caring for the birds. My eagle (named Baldy, because I wasn’t a terribly clever child) was already quite old when I received him (he was a rescue eagle, luckily) but I did have him until I was 16. I don’t know if I was more excited about getting my drivers license that year, or my new eagle! You should have seen the party we had when I got him, too! Grilled hot dogs and fire works and lemonade…. obviously I named my beautiful new eagle Freedom. He’s too big to keep inside anymore, unfortunately, but we’ve got a pretty comfortable roost for him on our apartment’s balcony.

Ah, yes, the eagle ceremony! My Justice and I remember his quite well. (They had just come out with telepathic link transplants when I got him, which is how I know he remembers it.) Our celebration was quite modest, compared to Freedom’s—apple pie under a cloudless summer sky as we signed our Declaration of Interdependence. I still have the inked and talon-pierced document hanging on my wall.

what is this 

Get out Canada

I was so scared during my pet eagle ceremony I almost threw up. But Stonewall Jackson and I have been best friends ever since. My dad and grandfather built a really massive roost behind the house for my eagle and my sisters’ eagles. Stonewall always waits for me when I get home from class since schools are getting so over protective and strict these days and won’t allow eagles indoors. Which just goes to show how much we’re bubble wrapping kids today. Back in the day, if you couldn’t handle a few stitches because you pissed off the wrong kid’s eagle, you had to just man up and learn your lesson!

Ooo, I never miss a chance to tell this story! I had a rather unusual first eagle ceremony. The traditional giant American flag that you wave around to summon your eagle had been severely damaged the week prior (a ceremony that had not gone according to plan, but the child only suffered minor talon wounds. The flag took the brunt of the attack).  Anyway, I couldn’t use the normal flag so we had to search ALL OVER for one suitable for eagle summoning. Unfortunately the stripes weren’t the correct shade of patriotic red so everyone was worried an eagle wouldn’t show up at all.  I had to stand in the middle of that wheat field, the wind creating amber waves out of it, shaking that flag in the air for over three hours.  Everyone was just about to give up when suddenly Patriot appeared out of nowhere!  He came to me so quickly it was like he was apologizing for being late.  And we’ve been together ever since.

Some people think it’s excessive to have two eagles.  But what can I say, I’m a two eagles kind of guy.  Well, I can say, “You must be a terrorist to call me out over my excesses,” but I digress.  We don’t have many open fields around here, so I got Liberty by waving my flag atop a decommissioned WWII aircraft carrier.  I was kicking a couple of boxes of tea into the harbor for good measure, and there she was.  I loved her so much I repeated the process a year later and got young Colbert here.  It’s hard work, raising two eagles, but I have two shoulders, after all.  Besides, I know that the secret to happy and healthy eagles is plenty of Bud Light.

Oh man, the eagle ceremony. I was a weird fucking kid, okay, so I was totally sure that the eagle ceremony wasn’t just going to net me my eagle and deepen the mystical bond between a citizen and their country, I thought I was going to get to turn into an eagle too. So me and my mom and my dad and my little brother are all standing in the old civil war battleground, surrounded by the ghosts of our fallen soldiers, and all and the problem here — it’s not usually a problem because I make sure to shave my beard off twice a day, three times on sundays — was that I am, actually, born on the fourth of July. So it wasn’t just one eagle that showed up, it was pretty much every big old patriotic warbird in Missouri, all flapping around confused and pissed off, their innate senses of direction completely fucked up by the way firecracker babies warp America’s natural system of ley lines. And I was six, so grabbed the flag and ran with it over my shoulders, rippling in the wind, thinking it was going to turn into wings for me and I would go be an eagle with all the other eagles. Instead I just got mobbed by a freaked-out mess of nationalistic avians who all weighed more than I did. I lost half my nose and my whole left arm and spent most of fourth grade in reconstructive surgery getting machine guns welded on to the shattered remains of my ulna. Completely missed my little brother’s eagle ceremony, which I will always regret, but it was all worth it to have met Columbia. I never did turn into an eagle on the outside, but I like to think those long hours in the hospital, feeding her rubbing alcohol and my own blood, have made me an eagle in my heart. 

I remember my first eagle ceremony like it was yesterday, There was a huge storm that day and my parents tried to make me wait a few days until the storm subsided. But I was not waiting to get my eagle. So I stood out in the field closest to my house. Thunder rumbling, lightening cracking, and hurricane force winds, but I stood my ground. I was getting me eagle that day if it killed me. I raised the giant american flag as high in the air I could and began waving. The flag was hard to hold with all of the wind, and water the flag was soaking up. It was getting harder to hold by the minute and the storm was getting worse and worse. I was beginning to loose hope that my eagle would ever come. Then as the lightening flashed and the thunder boomed its loudest and its brightest, I saw Bravery flying towards me. So strong, young, and majestic. We both braved the storm to find each other and to this day we are best friends. 

wait did I make a meme when did this happen

Well as international student in America I’m not actually allowed to get or have an Eagle ceremony yet, but hey I know that one of the first things you do after getting a green card, marrying an american citizen is that you gotta run down to the immigration office with a feather you’ve been issued by US Federal Eagle Bureau DELIVERED TO YOU by an Eagle. What happens is that you get an email and then you have to get up early in the morning to receive the delivery. There’s always making an appointment, but I’ve been told this is the more traditional way of starting the ceremony for immigrants. I digress, after you get to the immigration office and finish your citizenship paperwork you’re allowed to make an appointment for an Eagle ceremony. Usually it’s customary for your American friends/family to throw you one, but I know every immigration office has a setup on the roof of their buildings for you to summon an Eagle.

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blpak:

ninja-noodles:

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stfuconservatives:

nextyearsgirl:

This is an enormous chain and I’m sorry, but I need to say this:

The laws in the Old Testament were set forth by god as the rules the Hebrews needed to follow in order to be righteous, to atone for the sin of Adam and Eve and to be able to get into Heaven. That is also why they were required to make sacrifices, because it was part of the appeasement for Original Sin.

According to Christian theology, when Jesus came from Heaven, it was for the express purpose of sacrificing himself on the cross so that our sins may be forgiven. His sacrifice was supposed to be the ultimate act that would free us from the former laws and regulations and allow us to enter Heaven by acting in his image. That is why he said “it is finished” when he died on the cross. That is why Christians don’t have to circumcise their sons (god’s covenant with Jacob), that is why they don’t have to perform animal sacrifice, or grow out their forelocks, or follow any of the other laws of Leviticus.

When you quote Leviticus as god’s law and say they are rules we must follow because they are what god or Jesus wants us to do, what you are really saying, as a Christian, is that Christ’s sacrifice on the cross was invalid. He died in vain because you believe we are still beholden to the old laws. That is what you, a self-professed good Christian, are saying to your god and his son, that their plan for your salvation wasn’t good enough for you.

So maybe actually read the thing before you start quoting it, because the implications of your actions go a lot deeper than you think.

/An atheist who understands Christian theology better than Bible-thumpers do.

^

(mic drop)

boom

whoa.

Damn.

I’m going to fucking memorize this shit.

I will forever perform this monlogoue when people start sprouting religious shit

PRAISE THA LAWDD.

BAM

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