morphinezombie:

blackwolf25:

damnyounick:

what

0 to 100

holy shit

morphinezombie:

blackwolf25:

damnyounick:

what

0 to 100

holy shit

terezi-pie-rope:

hdawg1995 :

was chowder even real

allystruggles:

the gays got a beyonce and nicki song so where is the macklemore/taylor swift collabo for the allies?!?!?!

timetrabble:

Date Night [timetrabble]

timetrabble:

Date Night [timetrabble]

theonetruenators:

gentlemanbones:

ghostanime:

1998 Gaming Magazine

Hindsight is hilarious.

playstation: how long does it have?
into eternity and forever
Project X: is it for real?
no
Dreamcast: can it be stopped?
in its tracks
nintendo 64: can it survive
it could survive the seventy-fifth annual hunger games armed with nothing but a mildly rotten cantaloupe and a set of assembly instructions for an ikea desk

theonetruenators:

gentlemanbones:

ghostanime:

1998 Gaming Magazine

Hindsight is hilarious.

playstation: how long does it have?

into eternity and forever

Project X: is it for real?

no

Dreamcast: can it be stopped?

in its tracks

nintendo 64: can it survive

it could survive the seventy-fifth annual hunger games armed with nothing but a mildly rotten cantaloupe and a set of assembly instructions for an ikea desk

gayonthemoon1239:

rifa:

actualbloggerwangyao:

alvaroandtheworld:

ultrafacts:

Source For more posts like this, follow Ultrafacts

THE BEGINNINGS OF KAWAII

No, no, you have no idea. It actually IS the beginning of the whole so-called “kawaii culture”. And it started because girls started using mechanical pencils, which provided fine handwriting. After being banished (more precisely, during the 80s), this kind of writing started being used in products like magazines and make-up. And, during this time, icons we usually associate with the whole kawaii industry (like the characters from Sanrio) came to life too.
And what many people don’t realize is that this subculture was born as a way for young girls to express themselves in their own way. And it was also used as something against the adult life and the traditional culture, often seen as dull and boring and oppressive. By embracing cuteness, these young girls (and adult women, after a while) were showing non-conformation with the current standards.
So yep. Kawaii is important, and it all started with cute, simple handwritting a few hearts and cat faces in some girls’ school notebooks <3

!!!!!
NO OK THIS IS SO IMPORTANT!
This is also how the kawaii fashions started! Girls began dressing in cute and off beat styles for themsleves, they were criticized by adult figures telling them “you’ll never find a husband if you dress that way!” to which they began to reply “Good!”
All the japanese subcultures and fashions that evolved out of this became a rebellion to tradition and the starch gender roles and expectations the adults were forcing on the younger generations. As early as the 70s and still to this day you’ll see an emphasis on child-like fashion and themes in more kawaii styles and the dismissal of the male gaze with styles like lolita (a lot of western people assume lolita is somehow sexual due to the name of the fashion, but ask any japanese lolita and they will tell you that men hate the style and find it unattractive which is sometimes a large reason they gravitate towards the style - they can express their femininity and individuality while remaining independent and without the pressure to appeal to men)
Its so so so important to understand the hyper cute and ‘odd’ fashions of Japanese girls carry such a huge message of feminism and reclaiming of their own lives.   

so are you telling me that Japan’s punk phase was really the kawaii phase

gayonthemoon1239:

rifa:

actualbloggerwangyao:

alvaroandtheworld:

ultrafacts:

Source For more posts like this, follow Ultrafacts

THE BEGINNINGS OF KAWAII

No, no, you have no idea. It actually IS the beginning of the whole so-called “kawaii culture”. And it started because girls started using mechanical pencils, which provided fine handwriting. After being banished (more precisely, during the 80s), this kind of writing started being used in products like magazines and make-up. And, during this time, icons we usually associate with the whole kawaii industry (like the characters from Sanrio) came to life too.

And what many people don’t realize is that this subculture was born as a way for young girls to express themselves in their own way. And it was also used as something against the adult life and the traditional culture, often seen as dull and boring and oppressive. By embracing cuteness, these young girls (and adult women, after a while) were showing non-conformation with the current standards.

So yep. Kawaii is important, and it all started with cute, simple handwritting a few hearts and cat faces in some girls’ school notebooks <3


!!!!!

NO OK THIS IS SO IMPORTANT!

This is also how the kawaii fashions started! Girls began dressing in cute and off beat styles for themsleves, they were criticized by adult figures telling them “you’ll never find a husband if you dress that way!” to which they began to reply “Good!”

All the japanese subcultures and fashions that evolved out of this became a rebellion to tradition and the starch gender roles and expectations the adults were forcing on the younger generations. As early as the 70s and still to this day you’ll see an emphasis on child-like fashion and themes in more kawaii styles and the dismissal of the male gaze with styles like lolita (a lot of western people assume lolita is somehow sexual due to the name of the fashion, but ask any japanese lolita and they will tell you that men hate the style and find it unattractive which is sometimes a large reason they gravitate towards the style - they can express their femininity and individuality while remaining independent and without the pressure to appeal to men)

Its so so so important to understand the hyper cute and ‘odd’ fashions of Japanese girls carry such a huge message of feminism and reclaiming of their own lives.   

so are you telling me that Japan’s punk phase was really the kawaii phase

hot4triangle:

kyrianne:

thatemilyperson:

kyrianne:

I am not okay with the lack of continuity for Goofy’s real name

image

I don’t know what I was expecting, but this is bullshit.

I AM NOT OKAY WITH THE LACK OF CONTINUITY

goofy changes his name ever few years for the purpose of tax evasion, he has been dodging the government for well over half a century and owes hardworking american citizens hundreds of thousands of dollars in back taxes

varysbueller:

tinyredbird:

reallyreallife:

EVEN IF IT IS ONLY 65p YOU’D AT LEAST EXPECT THEM TO USE THE WORD “PUPPY”.

Dog baby


OMG I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD BE ABLE TO USE IT BUT I DID IT I DID THE THING

varysbueller:

tinyredbird:

reallyreallife:

EVEN IF IT IS ONLY 65p YOU’D AT LEAST EXPECT THEM TO USE THE WORD “PUPPY”.

Dog baby

Eric forgot what puppies are...

OMG I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD BE ABLE TO USE IT BUT I DID IT I DID THE THING

tomoatmeal:

They built the world’s largest salad. The whole thing was set up in a park about an hour away from our home so my wife Diane convinced me that it might be fun to go see it.
"Deb and Gary are going this afternoon and so I thought we’d ride over there with them."
"Will there be any left?"
"Oh, it’s not to eat," said Diane. "It’s like an art piece. The Guinness World Records people will be there."
On the way over, I started to talk about a Cobb salad I had at this place near my office that was pretty big.
"I usually eat only about half of it."
"Well, I’m sure this one is much bigger than that," said Gary.
"Jesus Christ, Gary. I wasn’t implying that I thought the Cobb salad I had was bigger than this salad. It’s just that all of this giant salad business has me thinking about large salads I’ve had before. God!"
"It was a joke," said Gary. "Calm down."
But I could tell from the muscles in his face that Gary was lying. Deb quickly chimed in with a request to hear about more of the big salads I’d had, but I was over it. The mood had been ruined.
"Forget it," I said. "Let’s just get this thing over with."
The salad was huge. According to a series of laminated signs, we learned that all of the produce had come by way of donations from local farmers and then a college in New York had commissioned a handful of artists to construct a gigantic ceramic bowl to put everything in.
We took pictures and afterwards I bought a t-shirt at the gift shop. It was powder blue with a graphic of the gigantic salad pasted right on the front. On the back was the date and city.
In the car, Gary said that the salad on my t-shirt just looked like a regular-sized salad.
"Bullshit," I said. "It’s huge."
"Well maybe it’s huge because you know that it’s huge," said Diane. "But to someone who doesn’t know what it is, I can see how it looks like a regular salad."
I looked at it again and realized that they were right. How could I have allowed myself to be seduced by the context of such a limited reality? The only place a gigantic salad can truly exist is sitting there right in front of you! Even photos were a stretch. I stifled my anger and humiliation with short breaths and concentrated on the scenery so as not to rip the t-shirt in half in a blind rage.
Gary had made me look like a fool twice in a span of mere hours and I desperately needed to restore balance. That night, I sat in my study and replayed the day’s events in my mind. Surely, Gary had to have slipped up somewhere and said or done something dumb.
"Diane," I said. "Wake up."
"God, what time is it?"
"Remember when we first saw the salad? Remember what Gary said?"
"I don’t know."
"He said that the salad was so big, that he’d need a pitchfork to eat it! Remember?"
She thought about it. “I guess. I really don’t remember.”
"He did say it! Ha! What an idiot!"
I clapped my hands together.
"Because, Diane. The ingredients were standard-sized ingredients. It was only the salad itself that was huge."
"So."
"So why the pitchfork?! Does Gary suddenly have a gigantic head with such a gigantic mouth that a regular fork won’t do? God, he’s so stupid! Isn’t he stupid, Diane?"
"I don’t know what your problem is with Gary."
"I don’t have a problem with Gary! I just have a problem with an idiot who thinks that large portions automatically correlate with large utensils. I mean, Christ Diane! What an idiot!"
I could see that my wife wanted me to leave, but I wasn’t done yet.
"Why, that would be like thinking that…" I paused, a grin plastered to my face, and tried to think of a similar example containing both a large food item and another large utensil. But it wouldn’t come to me.
"It would be like what?" asked Diane.
"Nothing! I’ll think of it later."
In the early hours of the morning, Gary was awakened by an anonymous phone call from the payphone outside of a nearby liquor store.
"Hello?"
"If someone gave you a gigantic sundae, you’d probably try to eat it with a snow shovel!"
 Click.

tomoatmeal:

They built the world’s largest salad. The whole thing was set up in a park about an hour away from our home so my wife Diane convinced me that it might be fun to go see it.

"Deb and Gary are going this afternoon and so I thought we’d ride over there with them."

"Will there be any left?"

"Oh, it’s not to eat," said Diane. "It’s like an art piece. The Guinness World Records people will be there."

On the way over, I started to talk about a Cobb salad I had at this place near my office that was pretty big.

"I usually eat only about half of it."

"Well, I’m sure this one is much bigger than that," said Gary.

"Jesus Christ, Gary. I wasn’t implying that I thought the Cobb salad I had was bigger than this salad. It’s just that all of this giant salad business has me thinking about large salads I’ve had before. God!"

"It was a joke," said Gary. "Calm down."

But I could tell from the muscles in his face that Gary was lying. Deb quickly chimed in with a request to hear about more of the big salads I’d had, but I was over it. The mood had been ruined.

"Forget it," I said. "Let’s just get this thing over with."

The salad was huge. According to a series of laminated signs, we learned that all of the produce had come by way of donations from local farmers and then a college in New York had commissioned a handful of artists to construct a gigantic ceramic bowl to put everything in.

We took pictures and afterwards I bought a t-shirt at the gift shop. It was powder blue with a graphic of the gigantic salad pasted right on the front. On the back was the date and city.

In the car, Gary said that the salad on my t-shirt just looked like a regular-sized salad.

"Bullshit," I said. "It’s huge."

"Well maybe it’s huge because you know that it’s huge," said Diane. "But to someone who doesn’t know what it is, I can see how it looks like a regular salad."

I looked at it again and realized that they were right. How could I have allowed myself to be seduced by the context of such a limited reality? The only place a gigantic salad can truly exist is sitting there right in front of you! Even photos were a stretch. I stifled my anger and humiliation with short breaths and concentrated on the scenery so as not to rip the t-shirt in half in a blind rage.

Gary had made me look like a fool twice in a span of mere hours and I desperately needed to restore balance. That night, I sat in my study and replayed the day’s events in my mind. Surely, Gary had to have slipped up somewhere and said or done something dumb.

"Diane," I said. "Wake up."

"God, what time is it?"

"Remember when we first saw the salad? Remember what Gary said?"

"I don’t know."

"He said that the salad was so big, that he’d need a pitchfork to eat it! Remember?"

She thought about it. “I guess. I really don’t remember.”

"He did say it! Ha! What an idiot!"

I clapped my hands together.

"Because, Diane. The ingredients were standard-sized ingredients. It was only the salad itself that was huge."

"So."

"So why the pitchfork?! Does Gary suddenly have a gigantic head with such a gigantic mouth that a regular fork won’t do? God, he’s so stupid! Isn’t he stupid, Diane?"

"I don’t know what your problem is with Gary."

"I don’t have a problem with Gary! I just have a problem with an idiot who thinks that large portions automatically correlate with large utensils. I mean, Christ Diane! What an idiot!"

I could see that my wife wanted me to leave, but I wasn’t done yet.

"Why, that would be like thinking that…" I paused, a grin plastered to my face, and tried to think of a similar example containing both a large food item and another large utensil. But it wouldn’t come to me.

"It would be like what?" asked Diane.

"Nothing! I’ll think of it later."

In the early hours of the morning, Gary was awakened by an anonymous phone call from the payphone outside of a nearby liquor store.

"Hello?"

"If someone gave you a gigantic sundae, you’d probably try to eat it with a snow shovel!"

 Click.

majiinboo:

  • Do not forget Michael Brown
  • Do not forget how the media dehumanized him and tried to justify his murder
  • Do not forget how peaceful protests were painted as savage riots
  • Do not forget police armed with military grade weapons terrorized and arrested black civilians
  • Do not forget Darren Wilson being awarded over $200,000 in fundraiser donations for murdering an unarmed black child
  • Do not forget that this system was not built to defend us, but to control us
  • Do not forget Ferguson 
radicalfarts:

eraserheadsbaby:

the ol’ razzle dazzle

IM SCREAMING

radicalfarts:

eraserheadsbaby:

the ol’ razzle dazzle

IM SCREAMING

microwaveburrito:

Listen here kid *takes a long drag from a cigarrette* ain’t nobody heard from that there Homestuck fandom in years. They say most of em went crazy afta some freak accident or some shit with clowns *smashes cigarrette under foot* I hear they all skipped town, found new fandoms…. But there’s a few mad ones left in there I tell ya, and they’ll eat your face boy if you take a one damn step near em