Lots of reblogging.

[guyawks]

Free-to-Wait

Before I’ve even fully woken up, my hand reaches for it instinctively.

Dizzily, I tug my smartphone out of its charging dock, its display giving way to a wall of missed calls, text messages and emails. But my overloaded virtual inbox isn’t what I’m interested in, of course.

My free-to-play apps are.

Roleplaying apps, city-building apps, puzzle-solving apps. I’ve installed so many gaming applications on my phone that I’ve lost count. To say I’ve waited a long time for this would be a monumental understatement.

Every tap at the screen yields more gems, power-ups and prizes, accumulated in my absence to reward my patience. All the time I’ve sacrificed feels worth it just to see my username creeping back up the leaderboards, those beautiful in-game currencies flowing freely.

But just as each game starts to suck me in, they spit me out. “Sorry, you have run out of energy” read the messages. “You may purchase 50 energy crystals for a price of $500,000.50 to resume playing immediately, or wait for your energy to fully regenerate over a period of approximately 25 months.”

Things weren’t always like this. Gamers used to only have to wait a few hours for in-game energy to replenish, or pay a few bucks. But as mobile gaming evolved, the wait times grew larger and larger, into days, weeks and months. Freemium inflation, they called it.

Had it not been for the invention of hibernation pods, the business model might have died out completely.

My mind is already made up. I’m vaguely aware of the fact that I haven’t yet gotten out of my pod yet or set foot in my apartment, something the manufacturers say is vital after lengthy hibernations. To be honest, I hardly care about my legs atrophying anymore.

I just need my games back.

“Ethan, we miss you…it’s been months…don’t you dare go back to sleep…just stupid games…”

Those family voicemails barely faze me anymore. They’re nothing I haven’t heard before—or after—barricading myself in this apartment.

“Just one more sleep” I promise myself as the glass encases me. “Then I’ll finally take a break from gaming, go back to my life.” In this microsecond, I feel a jolt of unmitigated dread. What kind of world will I wake up in 2 years on? Will I wake up at all? Will my games even be here?

Then I’m out like a light.

[eretzyisrael]

Italian Doctors Fooled Nazis by Inventing This Fake Disease

In 1943, a team of ingenious Italian doctors invented a deadly, contagious virus called Syndrome K to protect Jews from annihilation. On October 16 of that year, as Nazis closed in to liquidate Rome’s Jewish ghetto, many runaways hid in the 450-year-old Fatebenefratelli Hospital. There, anti-Fascist doctors including Adriano Ossicini, Vittorio Sacerdoti and Giovanni Borromeo created a gruesome, imaginary disease.

“Syndrome K was put on patient papers to indicate that the sick person wasn’t sick at all, but Jewish” and in need of protection, Ossicini told Italian newspaper La Stampa last year. The “K” stood for Albert Kesselring and Herbert Kappler — two ruthless Nazi commanders.

The doctors instructed “patients” to cough very loudly and told Nazis that the disease was extremely dangerous, disfiguring and molto contagioso. Soldiers were so alarmed by the list of symptoms and incessant coughing that they left without inspecting the patients. It’s estimated that a few dozen lives were saved by this brilliant scheme.

The doctors were later honored for their heroic actions, and Fatebenefratelli Hospital was declared a “House of Life” by the International Raoul Wallenberg Foundation.

The Jewniverse

[the-meme-monarch]

I am so absolutely pissed off that i never learned this in school 

[w-bunny-blog]

Lilo, why are you all wet?

[tin-pan-ali-deactivated20191216]

This is actually heartbreaking when you remember Lilo tells Stitch her parents went for a drive, and the bad weather caused them to crash.

[cubesona]

I always thought this scene was adorable

Wow thanks guy

Right in the childhood.

[amonkiras-deactivated20121224]

i never made that connection

[enkelirune]

WOW

THANK YOU VERY MUCH

YOU RUINED MY FAVOURITE PART OF THE MOVIE

[fitziggler]

[crazylogic-deactivated20200705]

I get the feeling the adults knew…

[jaaku-frost]

and now I’m wondering how in the hell Lilo came to the conclusion that there’s a peanut butter loving fish god who demands tribute or else he’ll murder your family. 

[ethereal-business-cabaret]

When massive trauma hits, some people try to find any way to make sense of what seems senseless. Find any semblance of control, of responsibility. Lilo may be blaming herself (unfairly) for her parents’ death. This was the only connection she could make, the only thing she could have had any control over, so to her it must have been her fault. If only she was a good girl. If only she did the right thing. Then maybe… It’s very very hard to lose a mindset like that even when it’s the most irrational thing, even when it hurts you, because then you’re left with nothing.

[bigmouthlass]

And when you’re six your pattern recognition skills are a work in progress. Lilo sees that type of fish one day and as it swims away it starts to rain; connection made.

[dynjay]

“Lilo may be blaming herself (unfairly) for her parents’ death. This was the only connection she could make, the only thing she could have had any control over, so to her it must have been her fault. If only she was a good girl. If only she did the right thing. Then maybe… “

[nihilismpastry-deactivated20230]

This movie had some of the best scenes cut out of it. 

[just-an-anxious-mess]

This is one of my favourite movies yet somehow I never saw this deleted scene…. Excuse me a second…

*The distant sound of full on ugly crying*

[squidlyspooch]

i love this movie, im actually in tears right now T.T

[scary-stories]

Smith & Wesson

Right 23, left 48, right 32.

Michael Bartlett was a good man. A good father. He worked at a deli that his family had built from the ground up. He spent his weekends playing golf and going to the gun range with his friends.

Right 34, left 19, right 21.

Although he had his work, and his hobbies, nothing came before his daughter. She was his entire world since the day she was born, and reminded him of her mother every day.

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[scary-stories]

The virus.

The virus broke out when I was 11 or 12. My mother, my little sister and I had fled north, where it was colder, the virus could not spread so quickly. I still remember the first reports about the effects of the virus. Pictures of abandoned streets. People in yellow suits removing corpses. A few months later, there were some pictures as the dead began to come back. After that, there was no more television and the news on the radio eventually disappeared.

The virus had killed a large part of the people immediately. Many of those who were immune or could run away from the virus like we did, fell victim to the Returnees, as we called them. With most of humanity wiped out, the rest of society fell apart like a house of cards. We were able to hide for a while in remote forests. I took care of my sister when Mum got supplies.

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[scary-stories]

Help

Please Lord, help. Please Lord, help. Oh, please Lord, help.

She silently repeated the words over and over as she buried her head into her knees  while sitting in the fetal position.

Around Emily was all darkness, the only light a white slit coming from the bottom of the door. Previously, muted phone screens on low brightness had illuminated faces of naive, dismissive peers; snapchats and instagram taking priority over a mundane rehearsal meant for events that were improbable, even seemingly impossible. In past situations, whimsical whispering and muted laughter had alleviated any sense of dread building in Emily. Now, only quiet tension pervaded.

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[scary-stories]

A cry for help.

“HELP!” A gruff man’s voice weathered by a few too many smokes shocked me awake with a cry of terror. Adrenaline rushed through my veins as if I’d been dunked in a tub of ice. “HELP!” I kicked off my sleeping bag, grabbed a flashlight, and unzipped my tent.

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[harpomarxs]

• Use the hand you write with.

• Make a fist with your thumb outside, not tucked inside. If it’s tucked inside your fist, when you punch someone, you might break your thumb. The thumb goes across your fingers, not on the side.

• Don’t be like in the movies—don’t aim for the face. Face punches don’t usually stop people, and you can miss when they duck their head or break your hand on their jaw. If you want to get away quickly, or end a fight, aim for the chest, or the ribs. If you really want to do some damage, e.g., you’re being attacked, aim for the throat, which will make it hard for your attacker to breathe for a hot minute.

• When you punch, you want to aim and hit with your first two knuckles. Not the flats of your fingers, and not your ring or pinky knuckles, which can break more easily. You can use your weight, if you’re on your feet, to add wallop, and spring into a punch with your feet and torso.

[asinheavenasinhell-deactivated2]

Useful information, esp. if you haven’t taken self defense.

[fatallyblonde]

I reblogged this once before to add this and I’ll do it again…

keep your wrist straight.

You can also risk breaking your wrist if you allow it to bend.  I actually can’t believe this isn’t in there.

[fullofbeansandspunk]

Other good pointers:

if your attacker is male, go for his junk - especially if he’s wearing loose pants. There’s no sportsmanship when it comes to assault so fuck them balls UP

punching pretty much ANYWHERE in the face is going to actually hurt you a LOT (just think - you’re punching your bones into their bones and ow). If you’re going for the face, my suggestion is to strick upwards with your palm.

see that meaty portion highlighted in red? There’s a lot of muscle and fat right there which makes it excellent for striking. Hold your hand as shown and aim for the nose or chin (though I’ve been told in extreme circumstances, doing this to the nose can be fatal but I’ve never really heard if this is true or not) and just aim upwards

other delicate areas: 

the shin (hurts like a bitch if you kick it right - also, you can hit this spot if you’re being held in a choke-hold and if your attacker has to move in order to stop you from kicking him, he’ll have to angle his body so as to expose his stomach and crotch to the wild spastic jabbings of your elbows)

the solar plexus (either jab while holding your hand in a sort of spear position or use your elbows - unless you’re super strong, your punch probably won’t wind your attacker. Your elbow or a spear hand will, however)

Originally in (most) martial arts, you hit the solar plexus because it supposedly contained an important chakra. Now we know that it actually also contains like a bunch of necessary organs that are exposed just below your ribs and is also (roughly) where your diaphragm lives so getting punched there is not pleasant.

the clavicle (from experience, getting hit in your clavicle HURTS LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER. If you strike downwards with your knuckles, the person might just cry. Like I did.)

the ear (this is probably the best place to punch besides the throat. It’s all cartilage so it probably won’t hurt you all that much and most people will be like “DUDE YOU PUNCHED ME IN THE EAR WHAT THE HELL”)

the kidneys (this is harder to hit without training but if you somehow get your attacker’s back to face you, try to hit’em in the kidneys. Again, from experience, this FUCKING HURTS. You can’t really hit the kidneys from the front with any effect but from the back it is super painful)

if you’re held in a choke-hold, try turning your head so the forearm isn’t pressed into your throat. If you can position yourself right, you can sort of force your chin into the crook of the elbow, making you able to still receive (limited) oxygen and provide time for you to kick some shins or elbow some spleens and shit

[nautilidi-deactivated20130605]

-Also, remember that a guy’s junk is not an off-button. Don’t think that you can rely on a swift kick to the balls to immediately incapacitate him in an emergency. Adrenaline and anger can keep somebody going for a long time even through extreme pain, and if you expect to end a fight with a single groin-attack you might be caught off-guard when he doesn’t drop. Certainly go for it if you get the chance, but keep hitting him until the fight is over.

-Draw blood if you can, especially if you can draw it from the face or the eyes. Blood in the eyes is not just a good way to impair your attacker’s vision, it’s also a really good way to freak them out and let them know that they might be getting more than they bargained for by picking a fight with you.

-Elbows and knees are really powerful weapons. Elbows are very sharp and very strong and if you are in close-range they are often more effective than trying to throw a punch. 

-Yelling and shouting makes you scary. 

[ramblinprose]

Nothing much to add to this, it’s pretty much all there. So. Reblog. Oh, also, it’s really easy to break a nose - go for the eyes too. All it takes to avoid a shot to the throat is tucking your chin. Also, that part about the ear - don’t punch. An open hand over the ear hurts a lot.

[theawesomeadventurer]

Tumblr teaching me how to fuck a bitch up

[smeliot-deactivated20220528]

Also if you fuck up their face it’ll be easier for police to identify the attacker.

If someone gets you from behind and you cant punch them, go for the underside of the upper-arm. A bad pinch there is legit so painful because that skin is super sensitive. Also this cant be stressed enough, if the attacker is a guy then fucking rip his junk off.

[milkfond]

When throwing a punch:

[dynamic-ideation]

reblog to save a fuckin life

[someprickontheinternet-blog]

Always reblog

[viostormcaller]

Writing a fight scene so this is very very useful right now

[the-lonely-angel]

Thinking of taking self defense so this might be useful

[damnwyverngems]

THE UNIVERSAL MOOD OF UNDRESSING COSPLAYERS. 

By AmenoKitarou // AKWIRRU.com // Patreon // Storenvy // IG // FB

I just added the music, it was a must!

[hook-and-hope]

[captain-swan-coffee]

Just some of my favorites from Craig Clarke’s book! Loving these Captain Swan shots! That’s why day 78 of Ruby’s favorites goes to Craig Clarke himself! Thank you so much for all the amazing photos over the last 7 years!

[iverna]

Exercise In Frustration (1/2)

“I’ve made a decision regarding Emma: I’m going to back off.”

Killian meant the promise. But Storybrooke is a very small town, and it’s hard to avoid the sheriff… who is noticeably preoccupied these days. And getting more than a little frustrated with the far-too-attractive pirate who keeps running into her and refusing to flirt with her.

Season 3 canon divergence, post-Neverland… no Pan, no new curse, just Emma being distracted by Hook despite everyone’s best efforts, much to Neal’s chagrin and David’s confusion. @thesschesthair is at least partly to blame for this. ~3400 words; also on ao3!

Neal knows that the date is going badly when the only thing Emma talks about at any length is how Killian taught her to use a sword on the way to Neverland.

And how he really isn’t like the Captain Hook she read about as a kid.

And how he doesn’t seem very happy to be back here—has Neal noticed?

Neal has noticed, but he thinks that it might have more to do with Killian’s decision to back off than anything else.

Not that the gesture seems likely to do any good. Neal still wants this to work, but he can’t deny that it all feels a little… stilted. Emma is gorgeous, he’s the first to admit it, and he does love her, but he still catches himself thinking of Tamara. Feeling a stab in his chest at everything that happened there.

Maybe he has the wrong expectations, maybe he’s just messed up too much, but it doesn’t feel natural, being with Emma. It feels forced. Like they’re going through the motions, for Henry’s sake.

And maybe, just a little bit, because he doesn’t want to lose to Killian Jones.

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[myfearless-love]

Killian: *making siren noises into the radio* Emma: Dear God, I actually married a child.

[haroldmcgrady]

im not even trying anymore

[scary-stories]

A storm came and then my fiance started looking under the bed.

I caught my fiancé look under our bed for monsters. I had never seen her do this before. Usually we climb into bed the same old way we always have. Throw off the big pillows. She takes off her shirt and tosses it across the room. I sleep with a shirt and socks on. And we get in. But this time, I suppose she thought I was still in the bathroom but I was behind her and I saw her look under the bed for monsters.

It was the type of look my parents did when I requested, scared and clutching the blanket to my chin. She wasn’t looking for anything. She didn’t get on her knees and start searching. There’s nothing even down there, it’s about half a foot off the ground. She pulled back one flap of the comforter, leaned down and looked – confirmed something – and then crawled into bed.

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[cinemove]

The Prince of Egypt (1998)

The 4 minute parting of the Red Sea sequence took 10 animators 2 years to complete. (x)

[sixpenceee]

Cougars Final Resting Place

Statement by the photographer:

Early April in the Rocky Mountains, the majestic peaks are still snow-covered while the lower elevations, including the lakes and rivers have melted out. I was walking along the riverbank when I saw a dark form lying on the bottom of the river. My first thought was a deer had fallen through the ice so I wandered over to investigate…and that’s when I saw the long tail. It took me a few moments to comprehend what I was looking at…a full grown cougar lying peacefully on the riverbed, the victim of thin ice. I tried to capture the eerie feeling I felt at the time as best I could.

Location: Waterton Lakes National Park, Alberta, Canada