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Meteorologist forced to cover up on air
Meteorologist Liberté Chan was in the middle of her forecast when she was given a cardigan to cover up. Viewers were apparently writing in, appalled by her outfit. In a second video posted to her Facebook page, Chan and a coworker read some of the “angry emails” and responded.
And there it is. The exact problem with this whole thing in six words. Dress codes follow women from school to professional life — and in every situation, they are sending a clear and damaging message about priorities.
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Male and female brains aren’t wired differently
New research, published in October in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, concluded that despite size discrepancy, there’s no functional difference between men’s and women’s brains. “Male” brains and “female” brains simply don’t exist. In fact, there’s significant overlap.
and the myth of binary biological sex and gender essentialism continues to come crumbling down
If you are having a bad day, please unmute.
(Huskie puppy doesn’t quite get the howling thing. Sounds like a baby babbling.)
“Banana!”
* day is fixed*
ok. i super needed this.
THIS. The whole world should watch this.
- don’t rp real people
- don’t headcanon about real people
- don’t ship real people
- honestly don’t fucking treat real people like fictional characters these are real fucking people holy shit
Brilliant Landscape Illustrations Are Composed with Glow-In-The-Dark-Paint by Cristoforo Scorpiniti
Italian artist Cristoforo Scorpiniti composes dazzling illustrations, which are illuminated in the shadows with glow-in-the-dark paint. When the lights are off, Scorpiniti’s paintings dazzle in specks of glimmer and warmth. The iridescence creations are composed of dreamy landscapes inspired by wildlife and landscapes.
Every piece comes alive during the night. The stars come out to be admired. Equally beautiful without the presence of the glow-in-the-dark paint, Scorpiniti carefully manipulates his brushstrokes to add the perfect dose of shimmer and glow in his collection. Find his work in his Etsy shop.
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a Steven Universe fancomic i did for this fanzine group, inspired by Shulz’s “Hapiness is a warm puppy” book series.
Hey you remember that huge ass log Ash ran with and tossed in that one episode? Well I calculated how much the log weighs, if you're interested.
You have my attention
I decided to start from the scene where the Bagon originally landed on the log.
Okay, was about to land on it. Point is, it’s the same log Ash threw. Now, Bagon is about 2 ft tall, and since he’s directly above the log, I can get an accurate measurement.
(That was as good as I could get on iPhone Photoshop.) Okay, so the log is 6.5 Bagons long. Multiplying that by two, it’s 13 feet. Now, the calculator I was using required diameter on both ends. I’d say the log’s diameter is fairly consistent all the way around, so I only needed to find one end. For that, I used this image.
The Bagon is a bit far away, but I think the log has roughly the diameter of the height of a Bagon. Two feet, which translates to 24 inches.
Now if you have looked at the top, there was only one thing left I needed to input. Doing some further episode watching, I found the trees in the area looked similar to cottonwood trees. (No image available because I was a tired shit from doing all of that math and bad Photoshopping, so I didn’t take a picture. The episode is called Pinch Healing if you are a tree expert and want to see for yourself. Also, keep in mind that I am anything but a tree expert. All I did were a few Google searches.) So I put in that the tree was cottonwood, and here is the result:
Satoshi/Ash Ketchum, a ten year old boy, almost effortlessly picked up, ran with, and tossed a log that weighed an astounding 1,385 pounds (or about 628.23 kilograms)!
1,385 pounds
The strongest Pokemon we never knew
Surely by now, we all know this boy goes to the gym
Technically he goes to several gyms
how does he even let team rocket steal his pikachu at this point when he could break their sternums with his index finger
I REGRET EVERY INSULT I’VE EVER SAID ABOUT ASH IN MY LIFE
i heard ash ketchum has an 8 pack, that ash ketchum is shredded
“what’s your blog about?”
“i can see your bra” good. its cute and i paid $50 for it.
I’m gonna write tonight!!
Me fucking lying to myself (via mikailahh)
This spanish snk abridged will be the death of me.
OMFG THIS IS HORRIBLE LMAO
i know i’ve made a post exactly like this before but that trope of a vampire or faerie or anything “other” watching a human from afar and “choosing” them is STILL so wild and uncomfortable to me bc if you watch someone from afar like that you’re gonna form such a romantic image of them in your head that’s actually barely what they’re like 90% of the time but now what the hell are you gonna do you just turned them into a vampire/brought them over to the faerie realm for eternity you’re STUCK with them and THEY’RE stuck with your impulsive naive romantic ass like
if a vampire watched me from afar they’re gonna catch me smelling wild flowers, talking to crows, and walking barefoot through creeks but they never see me inside and now they’re stuck, listening to me complain about the Naruto epilogue again. Again. They’re so tired. “Molly Anne,” they say. “Molly Anne please. It’s been two-hundred years.” I keep going. The betrayal still feels fresh.