shine-brighter-little-fighter:

thegestianpoet:

barbellbasics:

This, this and more this!

look at the last pic help

I like to reblog puppy pictures for followers who might be having a rough day because hell, how can you frown when puppy so cute.

(Source: menandtheirdogs)

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beauxbatons:

thephilyptian:

"PALESTINIAN GIRL, YOUNGEST DOCTOR IN THE WORLD"

"When someone enrols in the medicine school that one of the longest schooling required profession, by the time they finish school they will be around 30-or at least on their late 20s. But not for this girl; Eqbal Asa’d is a Palestinian Muslim woman that started the Medicine school when she was just 14 years old, ‘myhijab.info’ reports. Asa’d got her Bachelor degree in Medicine with Honors and was set by the Guinness World Records as the youngest doctor in the World, according to the report. She has been signed to go to Ohio, U.S to continue her education even further and become a Pediatrician."  - Source

YOU GUYS SHE IS THE YOUNGEST DOCTOR IN THE WORLD. SHE IS A FEMALE, A MUSLIM AND A MINORITY. AND SHE IS THE YOUNGEST DOCTOR IN THE WORLD. 

WHY ARE WE NOT HEARING MORE ABOUT HER?

you know damn well why

45,198 notes

k-b-rock:

sententiola:

Sometimes I think about how many little things we probably do every day that would totally mess up the reasoning of a Sherlock-Holmes-style detective.

Like the other day we went to the cinema and I was wearing a shirt with no pockets so I put the ticket in my…

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zoeykoko:

twerkingderp:

fuckyeahandrogynousgirls:

boyishgirls:

somebody please tell me how a twilight porn fanfiction ended up as a best seller and got a movie adaptation

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hellochameleon:

My boyfriend of over 2 years sent me a game over skype. He said he wants to try and make Pokemon games since I play them so much. I opened it up and was super excited.

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It seemed really well done and was super ready to start on my adventure!

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He left a lot of…

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la-johannsen:

10 Day OFF Challenge- Day 8

8. Create a food dish/mixed drink based on a character.

A nice, foaming bottle of meat, right from the fountains. “Refleshing!”

Alright, alright. It’s really a mikshake made with ice cream, red velvet cake, and sugar-based blood substitute. The pictures don’t really get across just how chunky it is.

A thousand thanks to Skvlk for making the label! 

Day 1Day 2Day 3Day 4Day 5Day 6| Day 7| Day 8

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365daysofhorror:

So, as long time followers may know, I’m a nerd and proud. Besides loving horror movies, I play a lot of roleplaying games. (I even worked on a new edition of Mind’s Eye Theatre: Vampire The Masquerade that you should check out.) This weekend, I gave the zombie LARP Dystopia Rising a try. For those of you looking for something more intense than horror movies, you might really like it.The concept is that it is 4 generations after the zombies rose and mostly wiped out mankind. Between nuclear radiation and the infection of the zombies themselves, the few people that survived the apocalypse have…. evolved. Instead of playing elves or dwarves like fantasy LARPs, you play Strains. These are different types of humanity based roughly on where they were in the world when humanity fell. There is everything from Lascarian tunnel dwellers to Merican badasses to Yorker gangs to the Semper Mort pseudo-vampires. These various survivors are trying to eke out an existence in a world overrun by zombies, raiders, and other associated assholes.
The above photo is me as my Baywalker, Six Arlington. This was somewhere between holding the tavern as it was assaulted by wave after wave of zombies and running down a river from a group of raiders while only wearing my bra and panties. Oh and my sword. Yes, seriously.
I wasn’t prepared for the physicality of the event. I knew it was a full-contact LARP, which meant we were really swinging swords (made of foam) into each other. But I didn’t realize that it meant 3 full days of not sleeping, of running for miles, of literally having to fight through a horde of zombies just to go to the bathroom. (Ever tried to swing a sword when you really have to piss? It’s difficult.)The game was really intense because it never stopped. We played in an unused RenFaire surrounded by miles of scrubland and desert. On the second night, the NPCs that controlled the town pulled out their guards just as the sun went down. We knew that if we stayed in the town, we were going to be overrun by the undead. The area with the tents was already crawling with zombies. We had no way to go back for our stuff - no way to get food or water or jackets or sleeping bags or anything. We had to run with just what we had on us. For me, that was what you see in this picture… which is not exactly warm when the sun sets.We ended up fleeing through the town, expecting to be attacked at any moment. The RenFaire created lots of little allies and corners where the zombies could hide. Whenever we slowed to a walk, it seemed like there was a zombie just waiting to grab us. So we ran. And ran. AND RAN.
There was an abandoned ampitheater about a mile and a half from the camp where we decided to hole up for the night. It had two entrances and was easily defensible. When we got there, we found about 40 other players down there. Instead of working together, we fell to arguing immediately. When the first few zombies attacked, many of the players fled into the trees. With only about 20 of us left, we had to figure out a new plan. Stay or go back to the town? After two hours of brutal arguments, we finally organized enough to go back to the town.That was when the zombies found us. They surrounded us once we were just far enough from the ampitheater that we could not go back but still too far from the town to reach safety. We were slaughtered, forced to scatter into the darkness. I was put into bleed out, where you basically have to lay on your back and scream for help until someone rescues you. The fight raged all around me and, at first, no one could get close enough to save me. Finally, one of my fellow players jolted me back to health and told me to flee. I spent the next hour hiding up a tree, listening to my friends screaming and dying but unable to help, not even able to tell which of the figures in the dark were friend or foe.It was terrifying.Half of my group never made it back. Many of those who never regained the safety of the town had to sleep on ledges, up trees, or out in the fields in the hopes that the zombies wouldn’t find them. It was crazy intense. I managed to make it back to the town but, because I lost my group of allies, I was forced to stay in the tavern with other players I didn’t know while we regrouped. It meant I had others around to use as meat shields but none of them would go out of their way to save me (nor I them). And the tavern, with so many people making noise inside it, attracted wave after wave of zombies. I was up until almost 4am, battling zombies, until I managed to find some shelter to sleep until dawn. Then I got up and did it again.I definitely encourage any of you out there who are interested to give it a try. Let me know if you do!

365daysofhorror:

So, as long time followers may know, I’m a nerd and proud. Besides loving horror movies, I play a lot of roleplaying games. (I even worked on a new edition of Mind’s Eye Theatre: Vampire The Masquerade that you should check out.) This weekend, I gave the zombie LARP Dystopia Rising a try. For those of you looking for something more intense than horror movies, you might really like it.

The concept is that it is 4 generations after the zombies rose and mostly wiped out mankind. Between nuclear radiation and the infection of the zombies themselves, the few people that survived the apocalypse have…. evolved. Instead of playing elves or dwarves like fantasy LARPs, you play Strains. These are different types of humanity based roughly on where they were in the world when humanity fell. There is everything from Lascarian tunnel dwellers to Merican badasses to Yorker gangs to the Semper Mort pseudo-vampires. These various survivors are trying to eke out an existence in a world overrun by zombies, raiders, and other associated assholes.

The above photo is me as my Baywalker, Six Arlington. This was somewhere between holding the tavern as it was assaulted by wave after wave of zombies and running down a river from a group of raiders while only wearing my bra and panties. Oh and my sword. Yes, seriously.


I wasn’t prepared for the physicality of the event. I knew it was a full-contact LARP, which meant we were really swinging swords (made of foam) into each other. But I didn’t realize that it meant 3 full days of not sleeping, of running for miles, of literally having to fight through a horde of zombies just to go to the bathroom. (Ever tried to swing a sword when you really have to piss? It’s difficult.)

The game was really intense because it never stopped. We played in an unused RenFaire surrounded by miles of scrubland and desert. On the second night, the NPCs that controlled the town pulled out their guards just as the sun went down. We knew that if we stayed in the town, we were going to be overrun by the undead. The area with the tents was already crawling with zombies. We had no way to go back for our stuff - no way to get food or water or jackets or sleeping bags or anything. We had to run with just what we had on us. For me, that was what you see in this picture… which is not exactly warm when the sun sets.

We ended up fleeing through the town, expecting to be attacked at any moment. The RenFaire created lots of little allies and corners where the zombies could hide. Whenever we slowed to a walk, it seemed like there was a zombie just waiting to grab us. So we ran. And ran. AND RAN.

There was an abandoned ampitheater about a mile and a half from the camp where we decided to hole up for the night. It had two entrances and was easily defensible. When we got there, we found about 40 other players down there. Instead of working together, we fell to arguing immediately. When the first few zombies attacked, many of the players fled into the trees. With only about 20 of us left, we had to figure out a new plan. Stay or go back to the town? After two hours of brutal arguments, we finally organized enough to go back to the town.

That was when the zombies found us. They surrounded us once we were just far enough from the ampitheater that we could not go back but still too far from the town to reach safety. We were slaughtered, forced to scatter into the darkness. I was put into bleed out, where you basically have to lay on your back and scream for help until someone rescues you. The fight raged all around me and, at first, no one could get close enough to save me. Finally, one of my fellow players jolted me back to health and told me to flee. I spent the next hour hiding up a tree, listening to my friends screaming and dying but unable to help, not even able to tell which of the figures in the dark were friend or foe.

It was terrifying.

Half of my group never made it back. Many of those who never regained the safety of the town had to sleep on ledges, up trees, or out in the fields in the hopes that the zombies wouldn’t find them. It was crazy intense. I managed to make it back to the town but, because I lost my group of allies, I was forced to stay in the tavern with other players I didn’t know while we regrouped. It meant I had others around to use as meat shields but none of them would go out of their way to save me (nor I them). And the tavern, with so many people making noise inside it, attracted wave after wave of zombies. I was up until almost 4am, battling zombies, until I managed to find some shelter to sleep until dawn. Then I got up and did it again.

I definitely encourage any of you out there who are interested to give it a try. Let me know if you do!

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"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….

First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”

But here is what I think you should know.

You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.

You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.

You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).

You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.

In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.

In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”

Libby Anne (via coachk13)

YES THIS A THOUSAND TIMES THIS.

(via spanglemaker9)

(Source: dumbledoresarmy-againstbigotry)

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zohbugg:

cleolinda:

cinematicnomad:

apparently e.l. james called former child star mara wilson (matilda) a “sad fuck” for critiquing the 50shades books a while ago and now there’s a feud. i love it.

MATILDA’S SHADE GAME IS SO STRONG I LOVE IT

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clarknokent:

thatonechick42:

littlecupcakenymph:

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Oh.My.God. 

There ARE ACTUAL REAL MEN OUT THERE??!

THAT RESPECT WOMEN?

THAT ACCEPT “no” FOR AN ANSWER?

What.is.happening.

Quick, reblog this everywhere so we can learn and grow as a species!

Exactly the type of response guys should give when girls say no to anything, from dates-to sex.

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