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He might not be able to use his back legs, but he’ll waddle on over to serve you some LOOKS 👀 🤩👏 Anyway this is The Baby Professor Charles Kickstand Xavier (you can call him any of those, I prefer “the Professor” personally). https://www.instagram.com/p/CCStA_ZBdqkjg13TtdMujmI5wvtY84EM3i41cE0/?igshid=i7vvherotn89
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Anyone else read this with the stereotypical Japanese “punk” accent?
I didn’t just read it in the accent. I felt the accent.
絶対必要な単語。ｗ
Also good ones:
ざけんなよ。 zakenna yo. You gotta be fucking kidding me.
そんなばかな！ sonna baka na! That’s ridiculous!
出てけ。 deteke. Leave.
何ってたか、てめえ？特殊作戦群の卒業クラスでは一番だった俺は無数のアルカイダに反して極秘の使命に関わったし、公認キルは３００人以上なんだぞ。游撃戦兵で、自衛隊の最高の狙撃兵だ。てめえなんてありがたりの目標、それだけ。間違いない、この世に見たことない正確にぶっこわすぞ。ネットでそんな悪い口なんて許せると思うのか？考えなおせ。話しながら日本中のスパイネットワークを呼んで、IPをたどってるので、嵐のために準備を。生活と言う可哀想さの殲滅を持ってくる嵐だ。お前はもう死んでいる。 nan tte ta ka, temee? tokushu sakusengun no sotsugyou kurasu de wa ichiban datta ore wa mukou no arukaida ni hanshite gokuhi no shime ni kuwatta shi, kounin kiru wa sanbyakunin ijou na n da zo. yuugeki senbei de, jietai no saikou no sogekihei da. temee nante arigatari no mokuhyou, sore dake. machigai nai, kono yo ni mita koto nai seikaku ni bukkowasu zo. Netto de sonna waruiguchi nante yuruseru to omou no ka? kangae naose. hanasinagara nihonchuu no supai nettowaaku wo yonde, IP wo tadotteru no de, arashi no tame ni junbi wo. seikatsu to iu kawaisousa no senmetsu wo mottekuru arashi da. omae wa mou shindeiru. What the fuck did you say about me you little bitch? I graduated top of my class in the JSDF Special Forces Group, and I’ve been involved in countless secret missions against Al-Quaeda, and I have 300 confirmed kills. I’m trained in gorilla warfare, and I’m the top sniper in the entire Self Defense Force. You are nothing but just another target. Make no mistake, I’ll wreck you with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth. You think I’ll let you get away with saying shit like that on the internet? Think again. As we’ve been speaking, I’ve contacted my network of spies across Japan, and your IP is being traced, so get ready for the storm. The storm which will annihilate the pathetic thing you call your life. You’re already dead.
thank u
@saisai-chan hey look it’s BK
honestly minecraft is a good game and i will never forgive the internet for making people feel bad for liking a game about fucking mining and building houses
Ya know what? Good post OP.
*clears throat pointedly*
Please I am dying
Does ANYONE have ANY ACTION/ADVENTURE movies with WLW at this point I’ll even take subtext just PLEASE
So in my government class there was an extra credit riddle at the bottom: “what do you call a snake that works for the government?”
The actual answer was “civil serpent”
Every single goddamn person in that class put “politician”
I am so proud of my peers
Damn he came for their lives 😂
Holy shit I just witnessed Colin murder the entire movie industry.
I just saw a new episode of Who’s Line is it Anyway? in which other cast members made a transphobic joke where the punchline was “that woman has a penis.” Colin, who has a trans daughter, stood there and just repeatedly said “Really?” Until they apologized and redid their joke. Very small thing, but I appreciate the man.
that’s how you ally
put your foot down and make a fuss on national tv
don’t be a fucking coward
Everything about this is wonderful!!!!!
BIG mothafuckin mood
Reblog to have something good happen at 1:42 tomorrow
Fick it why not
Thrilling New AU Scenarios for your OTP!
I keep having dreams that I’m killing you over and over again and now it’s getting awkward between us. AU
I’m driving on the highway and almost run over you because why are you lying in the middle of the road?! AU
I pull up at a gas station and watch you working from my car before finally building up the courage to go inside and talk to you. You’re not too happy. AU
You walked into the room and a light burst. And now you won’t shut up about how sparks literally flew when we met. AU
I kicked you out and you have nowhere to go.. And now I feel like a jackass. AU
You’ve never had sex so I try to help you out but you end up embarrassing yourself and now I can’t stop laughing. AU
While we’re playing a board game I get angry and fling it off of a table, but you say nothing and now I’m a fucking idiot.
After getting into an argument I go to a gas station and try to make it up to you with porn and sweets. Except they ran out of sweets. And you’re still mad. AU
Your friends get mad at you for sticking up for me and so they tell you to get rid of me. But instead you decide you’d rather have me instead. AU
After getting lost in the forest you immediately take off on your own. And now I’ll stop at nothing to find you even though I already found a way out. AU
After I have a mental breakdown I decide to show up naked on your car to apologize. AU
When your stepdaughter tries to kill me I realize I had it coming and decide that we should get her a birthday present. AU
Wait…… All of this shit actually fucking happened.
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Holy fucking shit I’m cackling audibly
Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.
Arepo built a temple in his field, a humble thing, some stones stacked up to make a cairn, and two days later a god moved in.
“Hope you’re a harvest god,” Arepo said, and set up an altar and burnt two stalks of wheat. “It’d be nice, you know.” He looked down at the ash smeared on the stone, the rocks all laid askew, and coughed and scratched his head. “I know it’s not much,” he said, his straw hat in his hands. “But - I’ll do what I can. It’d be nice to think there’s a god looking after me.”
The next day he left a pair of figs, the day after that he spent ten minutes of his morning seated by the temple in prayer. On the third day, the god spoke up.
“You should go to a temple in the city,” the god said. Its voice was like the rustling of the wheat, like the squeaks of fieldmice running through the grass. “A real temple. A good one. Get some real gods to bless you. I’m no one much myself, but I might be able to put in a good word?” It plucked a leaf from a tree and sighed. “I mean, not to be rude. I like this temple. It’s cozy enough. The worship’s been nice. But you can’t honestly believe that any of this is going to bring you anything.”
“This is more than I was expecting when I built it,” Arepo said, laying down his scythe and lowering himself to the ground. “Tell me, what sort of god are you anyway?”
“I’m of the fallen leaves,” it said. “The worms that churn beneath the earth. The boundary of forest and of field. The first hint of frost before the first snow falls. The skin of an apple as it yields beneath your teeth. I’m a god of a dozen different nothings, scraps that lead to rot, momentary glimpses. A change in the air, and then it’s gone.”
The god heaved another sigh. “There’s no point in worship in that, not like War, or the Harvest, or the Storm. Save your prayers for the things beyond your control, good farmer. You’re so tiny in the world. So vulnerable. Best to pray to a greater thing than me.”
Arepo plucked a stalk of wheat and flattened it between his teeth. “I like this sort of worship fine,” he said. “So if you don’t mind, I think I’ll continue.”
“Do what you will,” said the god, and withdrew deeper into the stones. “But don’t say I never warned you otherwise.”
Arepo would say a prayer before the morning’s work, and he and the god contemplated the trees in silence. Days passed like that, and weeks, and then the Storm rolled in, black and bold and blustering. It flooded Arepo’s fields, shook the tiles from his roof, smote his olive tree and set it to cinder. The next day, Arepo and his sons walked among the wheat, salvaging what they could. The little temple had been strewn across the field, and so when the work was done for the day, Arepo gathered the stones and pieced them back together.
“Useless work,” the god whispered, but came creeping back inside the temple regardless. “There wasn’t a thing I could do to spare you this.”
“We’ll be fine,” Arepo said. “The storm’s blown over. We’ll rebuild. Don’t have much of an offering for today,” he said, and laid down some ruined wheat, “but I think I’ll shore up this thing’s foundations tomorrow, how about that?”
The god rattled around in the temple and sighed.
A year passed, and then another. The temple had layered walls of stones, a roof of woven twigs. Arepo’s neighbors chuckled as they passed it. Some of their children left fruit and flowers. And then the Harvest failed, the gods withdrew their bounty. In Arepo’s field the wheat sprouted thin and brittle. People wailed and tore their robes, slaughtered lambs and spilled their blood, looked upon the ground with haunted eyes and went to bed hungry. Arepo came and sat by the temple, the flowers wilted now, the fruit shriveled nubs, Arepo’s ribs showing through his chest, his hands still shaking, and murmured out a prayer.
“There is nothing here for you,” said the god, hudding in the dark. “There is nothing I can do. There is nothing to be done.” It shivered, and spat out its words. “What is this temple but another burden to you?”
“We -” Arepo said, and his voice wavered. “So it’s a lean year,” he said. “We’ve gone through this before, we’ll get through this again. So we’re hungry,” he said. “We’ve still got each other, don’t we? And a lot of people prayed to other gods, but it didn’t protect them from this. No,” he said, and shook his head, and laid down some shriveled weeds on the altar. “No, I think I like our arrangement fine.”
“There will come worse,” said the god, from the hollows of the stone. “And there will be nothing I can do to save you.”
The years passed. Arepo rested a wrinkled hand upon the temple of stone and some days spent an hour there, lost in contemplation with the god.
And one fateful day, from across the wine-dark seas, came War.
Arepo came stumbling to his temple now, his hand pressed against his gut, anointing the holy site with his blood. Behind him, his wheat fields burned, and the bones burned black in them. He came crawling on his knees to a temple of hewed stone, and the god rushed out to meet him.
“I could not save them,” said the god, its voice a low wail. “I am sorry. I am sorry. I am so so sorry.” The leaves fell burning from the trees, a soft slow rain of ash. “I have done nothing! All these years, and I have done nothing for you!”
“Shush,” Arepo said, tasting his own blood, his vision blurring. He propped himself up against the temple, forehead pressed against the stone in prayer. “Tell me,” he mumbled. “Tell me again. What sort of god are you?”
“I -” said the god, and reached out, cradling Arepo’s head, and closed its eyes and spoke.
“I’m of the fallen leaves,” it said, and conjured up the image of them. “The worms that churn beneath the earth. The boundary of forest and of field. The first hint of frost before the first snow falls. The skin of an apple as it yields beneath your teeth.” Arepo’s lips parted in a smile.
“I am the god of a dozen different nothings,” it said. “The petals in bloom that lead to rot, the momentary glimpses. A change in the air -” Its voice broke, and it wept. “Before it’s gone.”
“Beautiful,” Arepo said, his blood staining the stones, seeping into the earth. “All of them. They were all so beautiful.”
And as the fields burned and the smoke blotted out the sun, as men were trodden in the press and bloody War raged on, as the heavens let loose their wrath upon the earth, Arepo the sower lay down in his humble temple, his head sheltered by the stones, and returned home to his god.
Sora found the temple with the bones within it, the roof falling in upon them.
“Oh, poor god,” she said, “With no-one to bury your last priest.” Then she paused, because she was from far away. “Or is this how the dead are honored here?” The god roused from its contemplation.
“His name was Arepo,” it said, “He was a sower.”
Sora startled, a little, because she had never before heard the voice of a god. “How can I honor him?” She asked.
“Bury him,” the god said, “Beneath my altar.”
“All right,” Sora said, and went to fetch her shovel.
“Wait,” the god said when she got back and began collecting the bones from among the broken twigs and fallen leaves. She laid them out on a roll of undyed wool, the only cloth she had. “Wait,” the god said, “I cannot do anything for you. I am not a god of anything useful.”
Sora sat back on her heels and looked at the altar to listen to the god.
“When the Storm came and destroyed his wheat, I could not save it,” the god said, “When the Harvest failed and he was hungry, I could not feed him. When War came,” the god’s voice faltered. “When War came, I could not protect him. He came bleeding from the battle to die in my arms.” Sora looked down again at the bones.
“I think you are the god of something very useful,” she said.
“What?” the god asked.
Sora carefully lifted the skull onto the cloth. “You are the god of Arepo.”
Oh gosh I’m crying…
Hey, I usually don’t tack onto long posts like this, but I had to give this a {very worthwhile} read because of the name of the farmer and the significance thereof.
The Sator Square is paradoxical—scrawled in ancient ruins, it’s able to be read forwards, backwards, up, and down, one of the first historical examples of palindromes.
SATOR means a sower, a planter
TENET means “to hold”
OPERA is “work” or “care”
ROTAS are wheels
But AREPO? Nobody really can translate what that is.
Arepo in the SATOR Square, just like Arepo in the story, is forgotten and overlooked.
But without AREPO, the SATOR Square would not work; without the story’s Arepo, the world would not see even the smallest gifts of life.
One proposed translation/reading is - “ Assuming AREPO to be a possible proper name, though, the most common reading of the square is ‘the farmer/gardener (SATOR) AREPO holds (TENET) and works (OPERA) wheels (ROTAS). (The Gardener Arepo holds and works the wheels/plough) “ (http://mysteriouswritings.com/the-sator-square/)
i’ve been using this website since i was like 13 and i keep getting war flashbacks to old school tumblr like
rise of the brave tangled dragons
“the supernatural fandom has a gif for everything”
fluffy chicken
british youtubers
“ask made rebloggable by request”
missing e.
when people would make individual posts greeting every new follower they got
drapple (truly one of the lowest moments of the harry potter fandom)
those powerpoints that were like “my mum reacts to these generic white guys”
flower crowns
justgirlythings
GLEE
before tumblr took away the ability to edit posts so there were all those “bold what you prefer” surveys
everyone getting betrayed by cole sprouse
the divide between fandom blogs and hipster blogs
those barbie videos
when yahoo bought tumblr and everyone freaked out like the world was ending but literally nothing happened
“i stole them from the president”
the way gifs were like always orange??
mishapocalypse
LOKI’D
transparent pictures
bronies
that one peter pan face character at disneyland
the fault in our stars and the perks of being a wallflower quotes everywhere
What Barbie videos? Asking for a friend
OH MY GOD whyyyy did no one tell me you’re supposed to send thank-yous after interviews?? Why would I do that???
“Thank you for this incredibly stressful 30 minutes that I have had to re-structure my entire day around and which will give me anxiety poos for the next 24 hours.”
I HATE ETIQUETTE IT’S THE MOST IMPOSSIBLE THING FOR ME TO LEARN WITHOUT SOMEONE DIRECTLY TELLING ME THIS SHIT
NO ONE TOLD YOU???? WTF! I HAVE FAILED YOU. Also: Dear ______: Thank you so much for the opportunity to sit down with you (&________) to discuss the [insert job position]. I am grateful to be considered for the position. I think I will be a great fit at [company name], especially given my experience in __________. [insert possible reference to something you talked about, something that excited you.] I look forward to hearing from you [and if you are feeling super confident: and working together in the future]. Sincerely, @mellivorinae
THIS IS A LIFESAVING TEMPLATE
YOU ARE WELCOME
My brother got a really great paid internship one summer. The guy who hired him said the deciding factor was the professional thank you letter my brother sent after the interview.
should it be an email? or like a physical letter?
email, you want to send it within a few hours at max after the interview if you can so it’s fresh in their mind who you are.
Confirmed! I interviewed for a job right after arriving in NY. The interview went incredibly well, and I went home and immediately wrote a thank you letter and put it in the mail. I had a super good feeling about this interview.
I didn’t get the job.
However, a few weeks later, I was called in to interview with another editor in the same company, and I did get that job. I found out later from the initial editor (the one who didn’t hire me) that he had planned to offer me the job, but since I didn’t follow up with a thank you letter, he assumed I didn’t really want it. He offered the job to another contender–but when he got my letter in the mail shortly after the offer had already been made, he went to HR and gave me a glowing recommendation. It was based on that recommendation that I got called in for the second interview.
So: send an email thank you immediately (same day!) after the interview. If you’re feeling extra, go ahead and send a written one too. OR go immediately to a coffee shop, write the letter, and return to the office and give it to the secretary.
Either way, those letters are important.
Pro tip: If you really want HR to develop a personal interest in your application, publicly thank them on linkedin. Just make a short post telling your network about how X recruiter really went above and beyond to make you feel welcome, or about how be accommodating and professional they were, or whatever. Make sure to use the mention feature so they’ll get a notification and see it.
Flattery will get you everywhere… and public flattery that might make its way back to their manager, doubly so.
Obligatory plug for one of FreePrintable.net’s sites: ThankYouLetter.ws. They have a whole section with interview thank you letter templates, and a page with specific tips for interview thank you letters. (There are also tons of other letter templates if you browse around a bit.)
FUCK WISH I HAD KNOWN THIS BEFORE BUT THANK YOU
Today a 27-year-old man I was taking care of in the hospital asked if I could help him get boosted up in his hospital bed because, and I quote, “You look strong. Like, you look like you could take a motherfucker out.”
That is the most flattering thing that a patient has ever said to me, and I’m counting the little old lady who told me my eyebrows were beautiful, and the very deaf old German man who yelled at me that I was “WONDERFUL!!! MADE BY GOD TO BE A NURSE!!!!!”
Tag yourself I’m the old woman
Man found the stoplight cameras were activated during yellow lights and decided to cut the wires of it.
STOP SCROLLING!!! Please take a moment to read the article about what this man is doing, the criminals he is exposing, and the deaths of so many poor and middle class families at the hands of the greedy. Yellow lights with Xerox cameras were shortened from 5 seconds to 3 seconds in poor and middle class neighborhoods to surprise drivers and generate more revenue. Many deaths ensued. This story is already a couple months old, but there isn’t enough talk about it. Please signal boost this.
http://photographyisnotacrime.com/2016/04/26/new-york-man-arrested-for-cutting-wires-to-red-light-cameras-after-exposing-government-revenue-generating-scheme/
even traffic lights are racist
😧😧😧😧
The gag is it was a Black man who invented the traffic light and now white supremacy is using it to kill us what in the fuck.
Also notice this man looks DELIGHTED in his mugshot, probably because he knows it will help shine a light on the subject.
This guy’s an actual American hero, using his white privilege for good.
Please read his story and I know y’all don’t click links so:
A New York man known as the Red Light Robin Hood was arrested again this
month after cutting wires to red light cameras where yellow light duration
times were shortened by the city in order to generate more citations and
revenue.
The shortened durations at the traffic lights generate $32 million for Suffolk
County, which is why the county allows the practice to continue despite their
own study showing they lead to an increase in accidents with injuries.
PINAC’s Theresa Richard reported about Stephen Ruth back in February
after seeing videos he posted on Facebook that prove the lights near the
cameras trick drivers into citations.
At that point, Ruth had already been arrested in August for using a painter’s
extension rod to point the cameras towards the sky.
On April 11, he went a little further and cut wires to 18 cameras.
“I cut the cable wires, making it useless. I’ve made it
dysfunctional, just like the whole red-light camera
program,” said Ruth during a local interview. “I did it in
order to save lives.”
And after he cut the wires, he called the news to cover his act of civil
disobedience, which resulted in his arrest after police received pressure from
politicians. Ruth said police and sheriff deputies support him, because
they’re aware of the shortened yellow lights.
Some may even testify on his behalf if his case goes to trial. When he was in
jail for his most recent arrest, a sheriff’s deputy even offered to bail him out.
But after receiving attention from local residents and media, Ruth discovered
a government entity mounted a camera outside of his home on a telephone
pole just like the one LaVoy Finicum took down during the standoff with the
government at a National Wildlife Refuge in Oregon.
But Ruth doesn’t know exactly where it came from.
“The only reason the government is so concerned about me is because I
proved that they shortened the yellow lights to generate revenue and killed a
lot of innocent people,” said Stephen Ruth just before he painted over the
camera with a painter’s extension pole.
Ruth currently faces 22 years in prison for tampering of public property and
obstructing government administration, but relies on his faith and stated he’s
on a mission from God to save lives.
Ruth said that a car tried to hit him head-on and narrowly missed his vehicle.
Upon talking to neighbors, they described a similar vehicle with similar
occupants staking out his house and lurking around his neighborhood.
He said someone could be trying to kill him, although he said he could be
wrong.
“The only way they can keep this from gaining national attention is to get rid of me,” he said.
If you think Ruth may be paranoid, consider the case of John Lang, a traffic-
light scam whistleblower in Fresno, California who posted on Facebook that
police were trying to kill him just days before he was found stabbed to death
in his burned down house.
Police ruled his death a suicide.
If Suffolk County’s contract with Xerox is any indication of what other cities’
contracts with Xerox look like, the problem extends much farther than Suffolk
County. So Ruth’s “paranoia” might not be paranoia at all.
In Suffolk County, yellow lights at 50 intersections with cameras were shortened
in 2011 after state legislators approved the cameras to be installed in 2010. In
2012, 50 more cameras were installed at intersections, which increased revenue
by $17 million.
The video below, shot by Ruth, shows the duration of a yellow light at an
intersection with no cameras to be five seconds compared to the duration of a
yellow light at an intersection with a camera to be three seconds.
That two-second reduction has netted millions of extra dollars for the county
and Xerox, the publicly-owned company that contracts the cameras.
Ruth pointed out some cameras that were put up have been taken down after
they fell short of daily contract-quota with Xerox to produce 25 citations, per
camera, between 6 a.m. and 10 p.m., which costs Suffolk County $2,132 per
day, according to the Xerox contract with the county.
Xerox collects $13 from Suffolk County for each ticket, which increases to $33
per ticket when a camera generates more than 90 tickets in a month.
Ruth pointed out that the vast majority of cameras were placed in lower to
middle class neighborhoods.
“I’m on 25A and Setauket and you can see that there’s no
cameras to be found. Lower class neighborhoods are
loaded with cameras. But if you drive through Setauket,
you won’t see any cameras. Why are they all over the lower
and middle class neighborhoods? That’s what we want to
know,” he stated in a video seen below.
Another vexing problem for Ruth is the coverage the issue has gotten from local
news, specifically News12, which is owned by CableVision who provides the
internet service to the cameras at the lights.
When victims of the lights went to News12 about the deaths of their family
members due to the shortened lights, News12 interviewed them, but never ran
the story. And while other local media outlets report from Ruth’s point of view
and most of the public’s, News12 has painted Ruth a criminal.
When the news failed to investigate some of the deaths at intersections with
shortened lights, Ruth took his own camera to document the light-duration
times at the scene of the deaths. When he arrived, he recorded a light-duration
of three seconds at an intersection where it was previously five seconds.
“I saw the crosses and thought I was in the right place.”
However, when he determined he was actually at the wrong location, he went to
the correct location the following day and found the same thing, again – a light
shortened from five seconds to three where a person was killed.
Ruth’s energy and persistence on social media and news media have gained the
yellow light issue local support and he’s spoken on behalf of victim’s families to
representatives urging them to discontinue the program. His supporters consist
of a variety of groups from judges to cops to just about everyone in Suffolk
County.
Meanwhile, Ruth’s support seems to be growing everywhere but the U.S., where
it has remained mostly specific to Suffolk County. He posted a screen shot on
his Facebook page of folks from England calling him a “hero” and saying they
“idolize” him.
“I’m even getting messages from Australia,” Ruth told
PINAC. When asked if he was afraid of the possibility of jail
he said, “I’m willing to go to jail for doing what’s right.”
Ruth said one of his hero’s is MLK, who he shares a birthday with on January 15.
“You gotta love a guy like that. He was willing to go to jail to do what’s right.”
“I’m just trying to save lives. I spend Christmases delivering flowers to the
cemetery, because nobody wants to work on Christmas. I get orders from all
around the world from people ordering flowers to put on graves. I take my son
and tell him to note the ages of the people who died fighting for our country.
And they come back to this?”
So we asked what he’d like to see come from risking his own life and freedom to
save the lives of others and expose the traffic light scandal.
“I want people to go to jail.”
Ironically, at this point in time, Stephen Ruth is the only person facing jail time
for “crimes” related to the Suffolk County yellow light scandal.
Apparently he announced a run for local office last summer (x)
Always down for a one man army
Will there EVER be an opening credit sequence better than Barbie in the Nutcracker??
I don’t THINK SO
Look at those LITTLE LESBIANS go!!
