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weirdfact

USA Cultural Regions Map

theoneandonlyredrobin

This is super cool

fabulesque

For non-Americans: this is actually accurate and reflects how Americans understand ourselves and regional identities. These aren’t official labels, but they’re not totally made up either.

livingandlivid

Am I wrong

craigtucker-gifs

This scene will be the end of me lol.

estebun

So I just got this message literally few minutes ago

And if YOU get this message in the future DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE CLINK ON THE LINK I FUCKING SWEAR TO GOD I WILL CUT YOUR HANDS OFF

A warning to all of my followers there no such a thing as @exposingthoselosers I just thought any form of information is good and can protect my followers from getting their phone or any other devices hacked if you’re connect to the wifi they might hack all of the devices connected.

DO NOT FUCKING CLICK ON ANU LINK YOU GET NOT EVEN FROM UR FRIENDS ON TUMBLR BECAUSE THEY COULD GET HACKED 👀

Pls share this awareness ⚠

izzyfandoms

Also blogs get hacked or something and send these without the blog owner’s consent. I got this message and then afterwards the person who sent it to me said they didn’t send that.

angelcatsiel

got a message from a mutual today similar to this and they later messaged me to say it wasn’t them so yeah be careful

djpaige13paige

Basically if you get this message, don’t click on it, instead tell the person that you received that message. That way they know that they were hacked.

If I ever send you any message, especially if it has a link, message me back about the message before you click on the link. I will understand because things like this^^ can happen.

liviastudiespsych

Guuuuys. I’ve received this

I’ve checked with the person running the account and it was a virus. Sooo… Be careful

a-shakespearean-in-paris

I just got a message like this and thought it sounded familiar. Be careful everyone!

hazel2468

Yeah hey followers I do NOT go around randomly sending links, so if you get something like this from me, let me know because I did NOT send it.

hymnism

epic cringe compilation (FUNNY)

monsancigs-deactivated20220429

Junkrat’s smile appreciation

Screenshots by @gayunclejunkrat

or just his mouth in general. dem canines tho

Posting here to avoid the discord message length bs lmao.

Little story I wrote of my two Arcane OCs Corazon and Frey and their breakup after a troublesome bounty in the Noxian Forrests that caused a fight between the two. (Explained for whoever may need it owo)

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The lights were already all out, nothing but the garden lights illuminated Coras home as she entered through the big front door. As expected, no one except the guards outside where around and she prefered it like that. She didn't want to be see just now. As soon as she was in the main loving area she took of her gun belt, put aside the rifle and put down her bags. The way back from Noxus had been so quiet without her. Without the person she had known for so many years now. She shook her head, and carefully her slender fingers sound their way into her hairbun to loosen it. Her arms went to hug herself, not wanting to let the weight of the whole situation crash down on her and the little comfort her arms provided just now seemed to keep her afloat. Slowly Cora made her way to the kitchen, feeling an urge to eat a little bit. One look in the cabinets and she saw that there was nothing she had an appetite for so no eating it was. As she was leaving the kitchen, she noticed her mother standing at the stairs.

"I knew it wasn't an intruder..Hello my honeybee. You're back already?" Just as she finished her sentence she noticed the broken green eyes her daughter had, how her face scrunched, trying to keep that blank face she always carried and how tight her arms were wrapped around herself. Cora looked nothing like her usual self and even a blind man could see that.

"Oh honeybee what happened?" With quick steps she ran over and guided Cora away. Upstairs in her room she flicked on the lights and had her sit down at the bed. Outside a thunderstorm began, with the rain hitting the huge windows harshly. Normally Cora enjoyed the sounds, but as of now, it felt off. Where was Frey? Was she okay? She wondered. Despite everything that happened she hoped Frey made it here safely and that she was at home with her parents. Meanwhile Coras mother pulled out some more comfortable clothes and lit the fireplace. She placed Coras favorite sweater next to her and pull the chair from the desk over to sit on it.

"Mind telling me what happened?"

Hesitantly and slowly Cora began signing to her mother, trying her best to explain what had occured in the Noxian Forrests. It took a little while, the crackling of the fireplace and the rain hitting the window being the only thing You could hear within the room as her mother watched the hand movements.

While for outsiders Coras expression seemed like it normally was, her mother could see the deep sadness and grief within her eyes. The slouching posture, together with the hesitant movements from time to time told her how deeply affected the young girl was by this whole thing. Once Cora placed her hands in her lap, her mother got up and sat next to her, her arms around her slowly breaking daughter. "It'll be fine my flower. I'm sure you'll be able to work it out eventually, you two always have." She knew that Cora didn't believe this. But she knew nothing better to say.

"I just feel so sorry for Frey. Poor little soul lost her parents and now you." Cora stood up immediately in the blink of an eye, signing her mother to explain. "Di-Did the letter not reach you two? Her parents were killed in a raid against the undercity. I-" she couldn't explain further as the copper haired girl began sprinting out of the room. Her mother followed her, soon spotting her putting on her boots and coat. "Honey, I don't think-" Cora had always been somewhat stubborn about her passions once they were in her brain, so that she immediately slammed the door shut once she had the coat in hand was no surprise to her mother.

For Cora only one thing mattered as of now. Finding her best friend and being there for her, hoping it's not too late.

----×∆×----

How long had she been standing there? She didn't know. Her hair, clothes, everything clung to her for dear life, since the rain poured down on her. At most she could manage to wiggle a toe in her shoes but never followed through with the needed motion to take a step forward or even allow herself to let her brain process what she stood in front of.

Normally Frey would just open the front door, tell her parents all about her travels around Noxus. But there was no door. There was not even a building anymore. All that is left was black, burned left overs of a building that used to be so tall that she thought it touched the sky. Almost like in shame, Frey lowered her head and a big, fake smile stretched across her face. "I'm home. I'm sorry for not writing a letter, like you asked. I forgot, ya know, just me stupid little Frey." She spoke as she finally took a step forward.

Nothing around her looked like her home anymore. Nothing was left. It was just an empty, Pitch black ruin. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to not break down now, but she couldn't help the tears and sons escaping her. She had lost everything just now. Her parents, her home, her best friend. And all she gained was this weird magic, that she by now though of as a curse, not a gift. Slowly, she sank down on her knees, shaking her head left and right. Desperately she hoped it was a dream, just a big nightmare and she would wake up in a second. But no. This was the harsh reality.

When a noise behind her startled her, she turned around in a blink, ready to to do whatever would be needed. But there was no need to do anything. Not against the familiar face.

----×∆×----

The boots hit the ground in a regular and steady pattern and Cora was thankful for her good stamina, otherwise she'd have a hard time running from the top of Piltover all the way down to Zaun. All she did, all that was on her mind was just her hoping it wasn't too late and that she could be there for her friend. It didn't matter that they fought. It didn't matter that Cora was still mad it her. All that mattered was to make sure she was fine first, the time to be mad would come later. Once she finally was in the elevator down to Zauns lower standings, she wished the dumb thing would be faster and so when it reached the bottom she continued her sprint through the streets, racing to the house where she had been a couple of times. Once she was in the right street, she slowed down, and carefully walked up to the building which wasn't there anymore.

To her horror, no one was here.

Which meant Frey could be anywhere and Cora had no way of contacting her. Like hypnotized Cora stared at the burned down entrance and bit her lip. It was harsh enough to draw a bit of blood. She had fucked up. Lost her closest friend and couldn't even make sure she would still be alright.

#for my lads of the discord server OwO

saphushia

honestly it's mysterion's fault for asking

juli-sama

Clyde's asking the real questions here!

#clyde donovan #mosquito #kenny mccormick #mysterion #south park #God I love this #thank you clyde my bb

plushiesssforcrying

a little fun thing but if you use laptop/computer, you can add the extension interactive fics then you can change all y/n (and other words) to anything you want

this isn't a promotion, i just use it and it's v effective (i also try to write so you can easily change it using the extension)

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how does being punched in the face feel like

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literally i just wanna know

burn-brighter-than-fire

It depends on where you get hit

Cheek: a round dull pain that clocks your entire head in a different direction. It’s painful and throbs but the main effect of a punch to the cheek is how jarring it is. You feel it in your mouth, your teeth. And no matter how you position that punch the knuckles will always hit the jaw and cheek bones adding a frame of sharp pain in which the redness will be painted.

Temple: getting hit on the temple pushes your head to the side rather than turning it. It’s disorienting because it leaves you very off balance. It essentially feels like a bad pressure headache, like when you have a sinus infection on a plane, but in one spot and on the outside. It’s sharp in the middle and radiates outward and even after the initial impact it pulses like an earthquake epicenter. It easily causes long lasting headaches and is the most likely of these examples to cause a concussion.

Eye: this is a weird one. The fist doesn’t fit within the eye socket so either the knuckles on the brow and cheeks bones protect the actual eye or they don’t. The former option gives a full spreading pain below the eye which results in the classic black eye look and a sharp pain on your brow similar to hitting your shin on the couch. The latter option, well bad things can happen when a hard fast object makes direct contact with your eye but for the sake of this it feels like a vacuum bc the concave shape is being covered and pressurized. The eye feels pushed back and pulled forward all at once. It doesn’t necessarily hurt that bad for that long unless the punch was meant to do damage. I’m fortunate to say I don’t know what it would feel like then.

Nose: remember that prank kids used to pull where they’d line up their hands with their nose, push them in one direction and crack a knuckle at the same time to pretend to break their nose? Yeah that’s what it looks like when someone punches you from the side in the nose, except it’s someone else’s hand and your nose makes the sound instead of their knuckle. It’s just like breaking any bone where you hear it and feel the action if it being done but that moment of shock blankets you for a split second until all the pain comes rushing back. It’s sharp and needlelike and can give you black eyes just to add insult to injury. If you get hit in the nose from the front it’s like the uncomfortableness of when you have to sneeze but can’t. Except that feeling took all the steroids and is now using your face as a punching bag to express its roid rage. It crackles outward like static electricity under your skin, your eyesight gets fuzzy and you can’t tell if it’s because you’re tearing up, it’s hard to open your eyes, or you’re momentarily stunned and blinded. Just know it’s all three. I find that this one knocks the wind out of you the most. Gotta remind yourself to breathe just don’t try to do it through your nose.

If you really want to know what this feels like I’d suggest joining a mixed martial arts because they’ll teach you correct form and power distribution and you can spar with pads and actually hit each other.

I’d also recommend learning what it feels like to punch someone in the face. It’s much more fun and pretty damn cathartic when they deserve it.

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i was just being stupid but these descriptions are actually so well written i could feel them lmao bless

jenniferrpovey

Well, thanks for “being stupid,” because this is a great ref for writers.

impala67-aka-baby

reblog to hug viktor and tell him that he is loved, that he is treasured, that he is a precious cinnamon roll and is worthy of affection and also to give him a healthy sleep schedule

taliasburns

ARCANE + PARALLELS

sunsetagain

“They were asking if I could do the address.”

juli-sama

It's what he deserved! He looks so goddamn good ಥ‿ಥ

higgsburymojstary

I love that "🥺" look

trashcannie

if you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to live in the midwest, this is it.

jasperzilla

You missed some of the best ones

dragonastra

the best part about it is that the art installation isn’t actually called the Bean. It’s called Cloud Gate, and artist Anish Kapoor (yes, THAT Anish Kapoor) hates that we call it the Bean.

But i mean, look at it. It’s a bean.

vashthestampedee

How could you forget this one though

akamine-chan

I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA THAT THE BEAN WAS CREATED BY ANISH KAPOOR.

solongstarbird

someone help me why is anish kapoor important what did he do?

gay-jesus-probably

Alright sit down for some Art World Drama bcause this is what I live for.

So, sometime last year (?) science invented Vantablack, which is the darkest possible shade of black. Art world got incredibly excited. But as it needs to be very carefully made in a lab, it’s hard to get a hold of, and is extremely expensive. Enter Anish Kapoor, aka FuckFace McGee. Anish Kapoor buys the rights to Vantablack. He is the only human being on the planet that can legally use it, and he’s kind of a prick about it.

Art world is not thrilled with that.

Enter Stuart Semple.

Stuart Semple is an artist, and also makes pigments to sell in his free time. Stuart Semple is astoundingly pissed about this Vantablack nonsense, and Anish Kapoor’s dickery. Stuart Semple makes a new pigment, the brightest shade of pink ever, called Pinkest Pink, and puts it for sale on the internet. To be bought by everybody except Anish Kapoor. Literally, to purchase, you need to confirm that you are not Anish Kapoor, do not associate with him, and will not sell or give the pigment to Anish Kapoor or his associates. Art world has a good laugh, everyone buys Pinkest Pink because it’s awesome, and damn it we deserve something.

Anish Kapoor however is a penis, and will not take this lying down, because HOW DARE he not have literally everything.

Anish Kapoor gets his London associates to buy him a thing of Pinkest Pink, and being such a classy human being, posts a picture to instagram of him with his middle finger covered in Pinkest Pink, captioned with “Up yours. #pink”

Everyone flips shit, because. Y’know. Fuck that guy. Especially Stuart Semple. For context here, Anish Kapoor is one of the richest artists on the planet, and has repeatedly been referred to as everything wrong with the art world, and the epitome of the art worlds elitism problem. He’s a giant douchebag. Meanwhile Stuart Semple makes pigments just to get them out there. He turns 0 profit from his now enourmously popular pigments.

Stuart Semple launches an investigation as to who the fuck leaked Pinkest Pink, and plans to strike back. He does so by releasing two new products. First is Diamond Dust, which is a glitter made from glass, so that a painting is still visible after it’s applied, but glitters like a mofo. It’s the most reflective glitter out there, and is available to everyone who isn’t Anish Kapoor. And it being made of glass, if you stick your finger in there, it’s going to hurt quite a bit, so that was Stuart Semple’s way of saying “shove your middle finger in this, asshole, see what happens”. Except without saying that, because he can get an insult across while still being fucking classy.

He also releases Black 2.0, created with the help of over a thousand artists worldwide.

Black 2.0 is the answer to Vantablack. Black 2.0 is a slightly less black black, but looks functionally the same to the human eye. It’s completely safe, smells like cherries, and costs four pounds. Vantablack is highly toxic, potentially explosive, needs to be applied in a special laboratory and sealed properly, can’t be moved across borders, can reach 300 degrees celsius if you’re not extremely careful, and costs thousands of dollars. Anish Kapoor is the only human being who can use Vantablack. He is the only human being who cannot use Black 2.0.

So I think we can guess who got the better deal.

And thus the feud ends, Kapoor defeated.

…But not quite.

Kapoor, in this entire afair, has made exactly two comments to the public. The first being his charming message about aquiring Pinkest Pink, the second being claiming to Buzzfeed that he and his small army of lawyers will be suing Semple, an extremely poor artist who cannot afford a lawyer.

No lawsuit has been made yet, fyi.

The point is, Kapoor is a prick, and doesn’t like talking to the lower classes. So one day in July 2017, he decides he needs another floor on his London studio apartment, and starts making arrangements to have it built. His neighbors are fucking pissed, because this will ruin the light of their apartments. They call to Semple to save them, or at the very least piss Kapoor off some more.

Semple answers to the call, and releases two new paints, Phaze and Shift, as always, banned to Kapoor. They change colours, Phaze with temperature, and Shift is just iridescent. Shift needs to be painted over Black 2.0 to work, and Phaze just works on its own.

So that’s been the art world for the last two years.

Basically, get fucked Anish Kapoor your bean sucks and so does your vantablack.

todayiwrotenothing

Stuart Semple is organising a bean-kissing event for Anish Kapoor’s birthday.

secretsfromwholecloth

Reblogging for “By attending this event you confirm that you are not Anish Kapoor, you are in no way affiliated with Anish Kapoor, you are not attending on behalf of Anish Kapoor or an associate of Anish Kapoor. To the best of your knowledge, information, and belief this event will not be attended by Anish Kapoor.”

queen-of-heck

ALSO HE JUST POSTED THIS!!!!!! LIGHTEST LIGHT!

extremedistressorstellarblowjob

I know this isn’t my art blog but this entire post gives me life

galahadiant

im sorry is that man holding a real actual miniature star in his hands

cat-vee-deactivated20240417

Y’all missed the best part about the lightest light, called aptly ‘Lit’. This is from their product page:

claydart

Two things:

1. “Anish Kapoor is however a penis” is the best line in this post.

2. I wish to be half as petty and half as awesome as Stuart Semple

speckled-light

I hope Stuart Semple is making a lot of money. What a good person.

0-memento-mori-0

Go support him the paint’s are pretty cheap and you get the added bonus of being one of many to help piss off Anish Kapoor

theresagooseinthemainframe

He is my fucking role model for pettiness oh my god

politicalcdnmama

It got better! I’m also excited because he just released biodegradable glitter in non plastic containers! How amazing is that?! Stuart Semple, good guy for the planet and artists, fighter against the rich elite artist like asshole Kapoor.