kyoukos:

by 夢野

loliyanderesha:

Futurestuck - Kanaya

okay I’ll go to sleep.

maybe..

clairvoyant-eyes:

Every single blood color, text color, and icon color that is canon within Homestuck. The text color sometimes differed from the blood color, as did the symbol (icon, when you go to the wikia.) I also took into account the canon fantroll blood colors, the lusi blood colors (back in Act 5, when Eridan and Vriska killed lusi for Feferi). Lastly, I used the blood colors from the two unknown grubs that were in Openbound Part 2. 

Feel free to use!

(Source: desrted)

このまどマギポーチちょっとほしい

titaniumbutt:

i have a question everybody needs an answer to

why does nobody ever consider

andrew horsie

walpurgischannel:

Yes, Madoka laptops.

chellodello:

fuckyeahamurica:

cuddleswithhiddles:

cumberbatchkisses:

vvildrice:

Neil Armstrong was the first human being on the moon

Neil A.

Now say that backwards

wake up, America 

did we send neil armstrong to the moon

or did we send him back to the moon

nonsensicallyrics:

autumninthenorth:

swedens:

I love this image so much.

I’ve seen some women who are offended by this and say it’s ridiculous that her cleavage is showing and things of that sort.

Personally, I think it’s great.

Why should we have an image of a women with her hair tied up and flexing her muscles like she’s a man? (not that that isn’t great too!) In a way it suggests that when our hair is down, our breasts are visible and we wear (GASP) lipstick, we’re somehow lesser than men? We can do it! We can be feminine and successful.

You see what I’m saying here, ladies?

You don’t have to lose your femininity. Being feminine is great. Being masculine is great. Strength is not limited to one way of being.

oh my fucking god, this again

okay

Have you even looked at the actual Rosie the Riveter poster lately?

She’s ALREADY WEARING LIPSTICK.  AND MASCARA.  AND BLUSH.  Her eyebrows have been PENCILED AND TWEEZED.  And underneath her work bandana?  HER HAIR HAS BEEN CURLED.  Rosie the Riveter is a beautiful woman.  This image in no way implies that wearing feminine apparel (like cosmetics) is a negative thing.

The reason that she has her hair up and her shirt buttoned and is flexing her arms has nothing to do with prudery, or with trying to be “masculine” (as if shows of physical strength are unique to one gender).  It has to do with the information at the bottom of the poster: Rosie is involved in war production.  That means doing hard physical labor in a 1940s factory, where large heavy machinery can easily snag a loose lock of hair, or a bit of jewelry, or an undone button.  “Makeover” Rosie would not be able to do the real Rosie’s job without serious risk of injury to herself or the people around her.  In that sense, the new poster is implying that no, women are NOT capable of doing the same work as men, because they are too weak/vain/self-absorbed/whatever.  The old poster is saying that, while still being feminine, women are just as capable of doing the same work as men.

Also?  The new and “improved” Rosie was specifically drawn to be ANTI-FEMINIST.  “[William Murai] created this image for the Brazilian Alfa Magazine to accompany an article about the End of Feminism. ‘The idea was to remake the famous feminism symbol “Rosie the Riveter” [into] a lady who is giving up on her duties and trying to look sexy again.’” (emphasis mine)

Giving up her duties and trying to look sexy?  For whom, exactly?  According to the artist (and the patriarchy), men.  In other words, quit your job, look hot, find a man, gb2 the kitchen, and make me a sandwich, bitch.  Also known as THE SAME TIRED-ASS SHIT WOMEN HEAR EVERY. FUCKING. DAY.

The new poster is not “progress.”  It is not about women being “feminine and successful.”  It’s about the exact opposite: women being reduced to their appearance and their sex appeal according to the standards imposed by the male gaze.  She is pretty, but that’s all she is, because that’s all women are supposed to be.  The real Rosie (you know, the feminist icon?) is beautiful, and feminine, and strong enough to do the work necessary to keep her country safe, just the same as any man.  Her worth is not in her appeal as a decorative object, but in the product of her labor and her own awareness of her abilities.

Rosie the Riveter.  Accept NO substitutes.

OMG THANKYOU. I remember seeing that argument above months ago and wanting to write why it was incredibly stupid (derp derp her hair is held back not so she will be less feminine but so IT WON’T GET CAUGHT IN THE MACHINERY SHE’S WORKING AROUND AND LEAD TO INJURY OR DEATH, and jesus christ the original is wearing fucking make up already) but when I got home I just didn’t care enough to get myself worked up over it again

helpfulharrie:

Just some tips from me!

fuckyeahthespianpeacock:

saltheria:

yeffyaboyuice:

mythchief:

So there I was, ready to take a shower. I mean, I was dirty, a little greasy, a shower was not such a horrible idea. People take showers, amiright? Of course!

I get naked.

FULL naked.

REAL naked.

I’m talking the exact opposite reason why you ever went to your grandmother’s house.

No cookies. Blatant nudity.

That’s how folks take showers these days, right? Well, I pull back the curtain…

And there it was.

This…thing…sitting on the little soap/shower/pube shelf. Not a care in the world, like it’s been there for years. “What the fuck is that?” I think to myself.

Now, what follows is the exact pattern of thought that took me from rational human being to Sloth in 3.4 seconds.

“Is that a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit? Holy fuck that’s a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit. OMG why would someone leave that unattended. Those things are so delicious. I’m gonna eat the fuck out of it. Man, I can’t wait to see whoever left it’s face when they come back to find that someone ate their cheesy biscuit’s fuck. Ohhh boy.”

Then my brain sent a message to my arm that said, “Reach for that cheesy biscuit, bitch. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?”

As you must already know, we are all contractually bound to make a dickload of mistakes throughout our lifetime. Some of those mistakes are so big that they forever hinder our world and warrant entire chapters in our children’s history books. However, most mistakes have the dubious providence of merely haunting one’s soul and festering amidst the subconscious for always and eternity.

This was, nearly, one of those.

If my adjacency to failure could be measured, the only possible unit of measurement to appropriate it would be “baby condoms”. And no, I do not mean those horrendous papoose-like titty-cribs that the slovenly carriage their spawn around in in Wal-Mart, I mean condoms that a baby would wear.

My adjacency to failure was roughly 1 and a half Kiddie Trojans.

I’m not sure what stopped me, be it cosmic or supernatural, but it gave my brain just enough time to ask itself some rather important questions regarding this little tub treasure. Questions like:

“WHO, THE FUCK, WOULD LEAVE A CHEESY BISCUIT IN MY SHOWER?!”

And inquiries such as:

“AND WHY WERE YOU GOING TO EAT IT, MORON?!”

Seriously, was I so hungry that I would wantonly disobey all the integral conditioning and survival imprinting my parents bestowed upon me like the ever important, “Um, don’t eat that biscuit retard, you don’t know where it’s been or whose it is and also you found it in the shower.” in order to satisfy something so benign as a munchie?

That, I’m sorry to say, was pretty much my reality.

An early morning introspective psychological evaluation of a sad, hungry, naked man who almost ate a bar of soap.

OMG ITS BACK

This shit needs to be published.

This is going in the monologue section and I’m not even sorry.

revn:

えらんと

wickedlady4180:

Onsen (温泉)

Is a term for hot springs in the Japanese language. As a volcanically active country, Japan has thousands of onsen scattered along its length and breadth. Onsen come in many types and shapes, including outdoor (露天風呂 or 野天風呂, roten-buro or noten-buro?) and indoor baths.

Onsen water is believed to have healing powers derived from its mineral content. A particular onsen may feature several different baths, each with water with a different mineral composition. The outdoor bath tubs are most often made from Japanese cypress, marble or granite, while indoor tubs may be made with tile, acrylic glass or stainless steel. Different onsen also boast about their different waters or mineral compositions, plus what healing properties these may contain.

succubittch:

Porrim and Kanaya

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totalspiffage:

brodingershat:

Okay, now I might be awake enough to ramble about work a bit. We’ll see.

I’ll try to keep this relatively concise, haha.

The way I look, combined with the way I present my gender (or rather, don’t), has some pretty interesting results- you’d think it would mean that most people were confused (and maybe they are, I don’t know; I don’t really go around asking), but there’s a very definite trend of assumption that happens.

People often approach me when I’m working, calling me either sir or miss with no apparent hesitation. It’s not a matter of debate- there’s something about my appearance that seems to tip their perception in one direction or the other.

This past weekend was the first time I’ve worked three long shifts in a row in a good while, and the experience of being treated as a member of both primary sexes interchangeably throughout a day- sometimes more strongly one way one day, more strongly the other way the next- has led me to realize just how differently we treat male and female retail workers. 

Some observations I’ve made are below. Note: when I say ‘men’, I mean largely heterosexual-appearing men of all races. Openly flamboyant guys tend to behave very differently- a bit closer to women, on average. (Especially on the hair thing.)

When I am perceived as female,

Women in general are:

• more likely to approach me for assistance
• more likely to be friendly
• more likely to ask for my advice and opinions
• more likely to compliment my hair
• more likely to apologize for repeatedly asking me to do things
• more likely to say thank you
• more likely to argue with me

Men in general are:

• more likely to approach me for assistance
• more likely to be friendly
• much more likely to ask for my advice and opinions (depending on whether or not their girlfriend is present)
• more likely to accept assistance
• more likely to argue with me
• more likely to attempt to intimidate me (consciously or unconsciously? Who knows)

When I am perceived as male,

Women in general are:

• less likely to approach me for assistance
• less likely to be friendly- unless they are with a male companion (more on this after)
• less likely to ask for my advice and opinions
• more likely to behave dismissively towards given advice and opinions (non-vocally; it’s a lot of body language and facial cues)
• more likely to say excuse me, especially “excuse me, sir” (as opposed to “hi miss! Can you…?”)
• more likely to apologize for interrupting me
• less likely to apologize for repeatedly asking me to do things
• more likely to ask me to do specific things (getting things down from high places, typically)
• less likely to argue with me

Men in general are:

• infinitely less likely to approach me for assistance
• much less likely to be friendly- especially if they are with a female companion
• more likely to intercept questions directed to female companions and attempt to answer them
• more likely to refuse assistance (to a truly ridiculous degree)
• less likely to argue with me
• less likely to try to intimidate me

So yeah. Some noticeable differences.

Oh, and one more on the male perception by men piece: even though dudes are generally standoffish as hell (North American, typically younger- older guys from more homosocial cultures such as are seen in certain South American countries are not inhibited by this), they’re still more comfortable with me than one of my coworkers, who is openly and fairly obviously homosexual. On the other hand, female customers who perceive me as male as more likely to be comfortable interacting with him.

One thing really stuck out to me, though.

I remember reading that men are more likely to assume that a woman’s friendliness is an indication of sexual interest, but I didn’t really think much on it.

But I think I know why, now. It’s something you don’t really notice until you’re playing both parts in quick succession (and interchangeably).

I think women, on average, are less likely to be openly friendly towards men for fear of being misunderstood- when male customers (or even male strangers, and staff in other stores) perceive me as female, I find myself doing to the same thing, because the line separating friendliness and interestedness as exhibited by men is very difficult to determine, and I want to stay on the right side of the line. It’s hard to tell. 

When I’m being perceived as male, this behaviour as it’s exhibited by females becomes incredibly evident.

The tendency to be reserved and polite rather than friendly is so widespread that when a women is friendly towards me, it’s so at odds with everyone else’s behaviour that I sometimes find myself wondering if she’s hitting on me.

It startled the hell out of me when I realized that- you don’t think about it, normally. It’s just… something you think of as normal, by which I mean you don’t think about it at all. If she’d been perceiving me as female and acting the same way, I would’ve thought nothing of it. But when I’m being perceived as male, the contrast is so pronounced that it seems like it must be significant.

And I’m pretty sure that’s why women who come in with male companions- boyfriend, friend, brother, whatever- are more relaxed: they’ve got a big bewildered-looking and generally uncomfortable not available sign trailing after them. A not available sign who also misinterprets his female companion’s friendliness and responds with weird possessive machismo-motivated antics. (Sir, get off the fucking ladder, you’re going to hurt yourself.) 

And younger girls are more likely to be friendly towards male workers. I’d always assumed it was an age thing. Natural flirtatiousness towards some dude with a trendy haircut, seems legit.

But I distinctly remember hearing jokes made about a young cousin growing up to be “a flirt” because she was being friendly and comfortable with my father’s friends, and I feeling annoyed and confused by that. She was just being friendly. 

And you know what? I think that’s it.

It’s a self-perpetuating process. The stronger the attempt to not be misunderstood, the stronger the imagined importance of friendly behaviour… and the stronger the fear of being misunderstood as a result.

And rinse.

And repeat.

No wonder there are so many stupid assumptions surrounding the behaviour of the sexes.

Our gender relations are all fucked up. They’ve got nothing to do with how dudes and chicks naturally behave towards each other, and everything to do with how badly we’ve all overcomplicated something as simple as talking to people.

Holy crap that was interesting.