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@nix-styxand
why are people even questioning obesity in america
why is your tea liquidised?
….. Where exactly do you live that the tea isn’t liquid?!?
ENGLAND. WHERE IT IS IN A BAG AND YOU MAKE IT YOURSELF.
like what do you do with already liquid tea? Microwave it?
No it’s sweet tea you drink it cold
WHO DRINKS COLD TEA???
HAVE YOU NEVER HAD ICED/SWEET TEA BEFORE?!?
so i reblogged this from a british person and i’ve been laughing at their tags for 600 years
England, you stole tea from China. You’ve had it a mere 4 centuries compared to their 30+. Don’t play like you’re some kind of authority.
[skeletons ooh-ing]
Shots fired. World War Tea has officially begun.
#INTO THE HARBOR
Englad doesn’t own anything
except that time we owned most of the world
If I stop reblogging this, I’ve gone to the other side.
I have only seen this legendary post in screenshots, so today is a blessed day.
HAH
BOSTON TEA PARTY PART 2
HOLY HELL I FOUND IT
And this is why I love Tumblr
Drinking cold tea is like drinking cold hot chocolate. Sure, you *can* do it, but you *really shouldn’t*
Behold concerned Brit. Chocolate Milk
I only see this on pinterest omg….
OMFG
@riverwriter
BEHOLD THE GREATEST TUMBLR POST
“world war tea” is the best play on words i’ve heard in weeks
this post is a wild ride from start to finish
I haven’t seen this since chocolate milk was added. Is that really just an American thing? You’re missing out guys!
😂😂😂
Cold tea
Cold hot chocolate aka chocolate milk
Cold coffee
I mean, do yall even know about cold water or is that an American thing too???
To be completely fair, as an American who lived in the British Isles for a bit, it is very cold there. Hot beverages are necessary for survival.
That does not explain what all the lemonade is sparkling!
Don’t you fucking start the lemonade discourse or they’ll never stop!!!
Well, tumblr has been royally screwed up but at least there’s still bits like this.
I never understand why they put milk n sugar in tea, pure hot tea rules my soul anyday
I have been told that the UK equivalent to US lemonade is called “lemon squash.” The stuff the UK calls lemonade is apparently similar to Sprite or 7-Up.
(I am all for making this the UK-US WTF Are You People Doing Wrong With Perfectly Normal Drinks post, and once it gets really going, Australia can join the fray.)
…iced coffee continues to be weird, though.
Southern iced tea is the best
Wow we don’t own anything (I’m British)
Iced coffee is not weird it is a staple to my college lifestyle.
Sweet tea, chocolate milk, and iced coffee are all available for purchase from every large ASDA, Tesco, and Sainsbury’s in the UK. Chocolate milk is also available from almost every corner shop. Literally who in the UK has not seen these for sale.
If we had Walmart in Croatia I would have already owned a pair of these bad babies 😭
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No walmart in europe?
Yes, no Walmart in Europe, no Starbucks in Croatia, no Target, no Sephora, no Burger King, no Pizza Hut, no Hot Topic, no Home Depot, no so many things.
Walmart exists in the UK but it trades under the ASDA subsidiary.
You're asexual? But...
“but sex is what makes us human!”
in 1916 a French officer in his twenties writes his
doctoral dissertation under
heavy mortar fire.
he sends it by mail, a page
at a time, to his wife.
a week before he’s to step up to the podium and
defend his work rather than his country
he is killed in action.
even as the bullets rip
through him he still wishes he could have become a professor
in French literature and
the university awards him a posthumous Ph.D.
sex is
a woman breaks down in tears on the phone because
a week is not enough time to
get over a breakup.
her sister drives an hour across town,
comes up the front steps with
a gallon of ice cream and some beer
and together they eat moose tracks and marathon
every
single
Godzilla movie
ever made.
sex is
she’s late for work but her car isn’t
starting and even through her coat and hat she’s cold.
she knows she can’t be late again because she’s missed
one time too many already because her
father’s nurse was sick with the flu and someone
needed to help him bathe.
the clock ticks past fifteen after and she hits
the wheel like it’s a heavy bag as though that will help
steps on the gas like the car will go
and wonders how she will pay rent
and how she will feed her father.
sex is
it takes three people to hold the predator down because
even with the cover over his head
a bleeding eye and shattered wing
he is trying to hurt them.
none of them have seen this bird before in their lives but
they bandage his wing and head and give him a painkiller and
put him in a warm place to sleep and heal because
it is right.
at first he is paralyzed and cannot
fly but soon he is taking steps
and then fluttering, and then soaring, and
six months later he is whole and healed and hunting.
once he is gone they never see him again
which means they’ve done their jobs right.
sex is
in 1969 a girl watches grey-and-white footage on her parents’ tiny television and
can’t quite believe that what she is seeing is not a movie set but
another planet.
the men on the screen look a little like
aliens with bulbous heads and no faces and fat
marshmallow arms
but they are still men.
her mother puffs on a cigarette behind her and declares that
this is progress
even if it was just a small step.
the girl grows up to be not an astronaut but a secretary
and her boss calls her ‘sweetheart’.
but sex is
a boy is taught that real men don’t cry so
he doesn’t.
when his best friend dies from a self-inflicted
gunshot wound, he locks himself
in the shower every day and sobs under scalding
water until it runs cold
so nobody will see him grieving
so nobody will see that tears are just love that
has no place left to go.
he learns to dull love rather than suppress its expression and
soon the owner of the liquor store knows him by name.
three DUIs, two evictions, and twelve steps later,
he is feeding people at a homeless shelter,
and telling them it’s all right to cry.
Sex is
the broken man tells the comedian
that he didn’t mean to step in front of the car but the rain
made it hard to see.
he seems okay but his leg
does not.
the comedian clutches a grubby receipt with the driver’s
plate number scrawled on the back
in pink pen, stands out in the rain so the broken man
can have his umbrella,
and gives him the comedy routine that ruined his career
so the man doesn’t think about the pain in his leg.
once he’s out of the hospital, the fixed man sends him a thank-you card
with kittens on it.
what makes us human
yawning is contagious,
and there is a species of bird whose young we call “pufflings”.
melodic collections of sound, spaced by silence,
can move us to tears.
the tallest building in the world is
two-thousand seven-hundred and seventeen feet tall.
in less than eighty years we went from our first powered flight
to touching the moon,
and in one-hundred from the first phone call
to instantaneous connection between thinking machines of our own creation.
we make pies out of tree organs
and let cow’s milk ferment until it hardens and then
we put them together, because apple pie with cheddar cheese isdelicious.
what makes us human is
the earliestfossils of anatomically modern humans are
two-hundred thousand years old .
we have had pet dogs
for sixteen-thousand of those years, longer
than corn
or the wheel.
the steps we take are part of
one of the most energy-efficient gaits the
animal kingdom has ever seen.
we invented the concepts of love
and hate
and justice, and mercy
and we invented the language to convey them.
we sharpened rocks, then metal, to convince other people
who don’t hold the same idea of those things as we do
because we think
it’s right.
we are two hundred millennia of love and disappointment and
sorrow and innovation and
mercy and kindness and dreams
and failure
and recovery.
“but sex is what makes us human.”
sat and read this all the way through. will reblog the shit out of this every time i see it. holy jesus. YES to all of this. just yes.
this is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever read.
i have read this four times and it has made me cry four times
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how nuclear weapons should have been treated
I wonder how many gay people are actually transgender & dont know it because people thing being transgender is transitioning when it’s literally just not being cis.
like I had a friend tell me last night “all my life I wanted to be a girl. even to this day, like if someone told me I could transition & look like you or *insert another trans woman idk* I would do it in a heartbeat” and when I was like omg ur transgender he was surprised? like he was like wait just wanting to be a girl makes me transgender even if I dont do anything about it? and like its harder to pinpoint non binary people but if u have a desire be a different gender ur transgender. transitioning is a choice but being transgender is not.
“One of the symptoms of being a girl is wanting to be a girl.” Don’t remember where I heard that but the quote is my life.
The day I realized I was Nonbinary was wild because I simply said, “I used to pray not to get boobs” and my friend went, “girls don’t usually pray to NOT get boobs”
Then I sort of went on a short spiral because how could I have not realized that?!
ok but you gotta understand, almost every female is disconnected from the idea of femininity / ‘being a girl’. I know so many women that prayed to not get breasts, whether it was due to the sexualisation of women’s bodies, a disconnected sense of self, a reaction to abuse or neglect, or hell, some women just don’t like the idea of having breasts. similarly, a lot of women don’t want to be women. who would, in a world in which women are treated as second class citizens?
and it’s often these women that don’t like to be called cis. people usually define cis as ‘gender matching their agab’, but these women don’t feel like they have a gender, one was just forced onto them by the world.
i just need people to realise that you can exist outside of your sex without being trans.
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@cocobobo10 this is like what you were talking about with the car, right?
I think so. I looked up the name and the paint is called ChromaFlair.
When I played field/floor hockey, there was a goalie on our team who had her helmet spray painted with paint that did this :) It was so damn cool.
...octarine!?
is being into coffee an older sibling thing bc everyone i know who loves coffee is the oldest child
like every oldest child ik loves coffee, the middle child hates it/prefers tea, and the youngest will drink it but only if its super sweet n has a ton of milk
rb w/ if ur oldest, middle, or youngest child and how u feel about coffee
middle child, prefer tea
oldest, hate coffee (and tea (and anything with the slightest hint of tannin))
Hey
If your anxiety, depression, or executive dysfunction is making you scroll endlessly on your phone or laptop
Stop
It’s okay, I’m not mad. It happens to everybody sometimes. It’s frustrating, isn’t it? But it’s time to get up now.
Don’t worry! You don’t have to do that
One Thing,
just get yourself a glass of water for now, or brush your teeth, or pet a cat.
After you’ve done that, maybe you could make yourself a nice cocoa, or open a window. If you’re feeling really crazy you might finish a homework problem, or respond to an e-mail, or wash a dish.
But no matter what, if you get up then you’re moving forward, and I’m
super proud of you!
I know you’re having a difficult time, but I’m really glad you’ve made it this far, and I love you!
Have a nice day my friend, I’ll see you soon, but right now it’s time for you to get up.
@ literally everyone who reblogged this post and said “this helped me,” I’m so so glad and so proud of you, my friend. Stay strong.
@ everyone who reblogged and said “this doesn’t help me, but maybe it will help someone else,” that’s so kind of you to be thinking of others, and it’s okay that not every method works for everyone. Stay kind.
what if we cant get up?
Maybe a physical or mental issue is keeping you down, in which case I would never ask you to overexert yourself! Maybe just turn off your device and breathe for a few minutes (meditate or pray if that is something you do). Text, message, or call a friend. If somebody else lives with you, perhaps have a conversation with them as well. Look out a window and see if there are any nice birds out today.
Those are still real steps! Even if you just pause to breathe or tell a friend hello, that’s still great! It’s better than isolation or monotony. I’m proud of you just for that. :)
I saw this in the middle of the night (or early morning already, 4:33am) as my depression kept me from getting up and finally getting ready for bed. I needed something like this. Thank you so much!
Kilroy Was Here!
He’s engraved in stone in the National World War II Memorial in Washington, DC – back in a small alcove where very few people have seen it. For the WWII generation, this will bring back memories. For younger folks, it’s a bit of trivia that is an intrinsic part of American history and legend.
Anyone born between 1913 to about 1950, is very familiar with Kilroy. No one knew why he was so well known….but everybody seemed to get into it. It was the fad of its time!
At the National World War II Memorial in Washington, DC
So who was Kilroy?
In 1946 the American Transit Association, through its radio program, “Speak to America,” sponsored a nationwide contest to find the real Kilroy….now a larger-than-life legend of just-ended World War II….offering a prize of a real trolley car to the person who could prove himself to be the genuine article.
Almost 40 men stepped forward to make that claim, but only James Kilroy from Halifax, Massachusetts, had credible and verifiable evidence of his identity.
“Kilroy” was a 46-year old shipyard worker during World War II (1941-1945) who worked as a quality assurance checker at the Fore River Shipyard in Quincy, Massachusetts (a major shipbuilder for the United States Navy for a century until the 1980s).
His job was to go around and check on the number of rivets completed. (Rivets held ships together before the advent of modern welding techniques.) Riveters were on piece work wages….so they got paid by the rivet. He would count a block of rivets and put a check mark in semi-waxed lumber chalk (similar to crayon), so the rivets wouldn’t be counted more than once.
A warship hull with rivets
When Kilroy went off duty, the riveters would surreptitiously erase the mark. Later, an off-shift inspector would come through and count the rivets a second time, resulting in double pay for the riveters!
One day Kilroy’s boss called him into his office. The foreman was upset about unusually high wages being “earned” by riveters, and asked him to investigate. It was then he realized what had been going on.
The tight spaces he had to crawl in to check the rivets didn’t lend themselves to lugging around a paint can and brush, so Kilroy decided to stick with the waxy chalk. He continued to put his check mark on each job he inspected, but added ”KILROY WAS HERE!“ in king-sized letters next to the check….and eventually added the sketch of the guy with the long nose peering over the fence….and that became part of the Kilroy message.
Kilroy’s original shipyard inspection “trademark” during World War II
Once he did that, the riveters stopped trying to wipe away his marks.
Ordinarily the rivets and chalk marks would have been covered up with paint. With World War II on in full swing, however, ships were leaving the Quincy Yard so fast that there wasn’t time to paint them. As a result, Kilroy’s inspection “trademark” was seen by thousands of servicemen who boarded the troopships the yard produced.
His message apparently rang a bell with the servicemen, because they picked it up and spread it all over the European and the Pacific war zones.
Before war’s end, “Kilroy” had been here, there, and everywhere on the long hauls to Berlin and Tokyo.
To the troops outbound in those ships, however, he was a complete mystery; all they knew for sure was that someone named Kilroy had “been there first.” As a joke, U.S. servicemen began placing the graffiti wherever they landed, claiming it was already there when they arrived.
As the World War II wore on, the legend grew. Underwater demolition teams routinely sneaked ashore on Japanese-held islands in the Pacific to map the terrain for coming invasions by U.S. troops (and thus, presumably, were the first GI’s there). On one occasion, however, they reported seeing enemy troops painting over the Kilroy logo!
Kilroy became the U.S. super-GI who had always “already been” wherever GIs went. It became a challenge to place the logo in the most unlikely places imaginable. (It is said to now be atop Mt. Everest, the Statue of Liberty, the underside of the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, and even scrawled in the dust on the moon by the American astronauts who walked there between 1969 and 1972.
In 1945, as World War II was ending, an outhouse was built for the exclusive use of Allied leaders Harry Truman, Joseph Stalin, and Winston Churchill at the Potsdam Conference. It’s first occupant was Stalin, who emerged and asked his aide (in Russian), “Who is Kilroy?”
To help prove his authenticity in 1946, James Kilroy brought along officials from the shipyard and some of the riveters. He won the trolley car….which he attached to the Kilroy home and used to provide living quarters for six of the family’s nine children….thereby solving what had become an acute housing crisis for the Kilroys.
The new addition to the Kilroy family home.
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And the tradition continues into the 21st century…
In 2011 outside the now-late-Osama Bin Laden’s hideaway house in Abbottabad, Pakistan….after the al-Qaida-terrorist was killed by U.S. Navy SEALs.
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A personal note….
My Dad’s trademark signature on cards, letters and notes to my sisters and I for the first 50 or so years of our lives (until we lost him to cancer) was to add the image of “Kilroy” at the end. We kids never ceased to get a thrill out of this….even as we evolved into adulthood.
To this day, the “Kilroy” image brings back a vivid image of my awesome Dad into my head….and my heart!
Dad: this one’s for you!
As far as I’m aware, Kilroy was an American version of the original Australian Foo. Several countries had their own versions, such as the UK having Chad (but instead of the traditional ‘____ was here’, the wording would be ‘Wot, no ___?’, beginning with grocery items during rationing and evolving to a more general joke; ‘Wot, no engines?’ was seen on a British glider, and ‘Wot, no Fuehrer?’ on Austrian trains).
to the tune of Dead Hearts by Stars
Imagine if you were a Christian medieval person from a small village and you had a feud with your neighbour… how annoying would it be to see them in church every Sunday? Not only are you obliged to be in the same space with them every week but you’d have to watch them receive the sacrament and have their sins forgiven even though you know damn well they don’t deserve it… and on top of that you get the priest preaching “love thy neighbour” from the pulpit, I think the fuck not, I’ll not love an unneighbourly misbegotten churl such as he, preach though thou might, father
I think I just got possessed by the ghost of a man who’s still really upset about his neighbour’s pigs eating his cabbages
ok but this is just how catholics are
I'm laughing really hard a girl I know has a big commander Holly tattoo on her leg this is super fucking funny
I have a Kizuna Ai tattoo on my huge pecs and she bobs her head when I flex
i thought it said captain holly and i was like oof what’s wrong with the artemis fowl movie now
Du hast me maybe
Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen vs. Du hast by Rammstein.
Breakfast Across the Globe
BY FAR THE SEXIEST POST ON THIS SITE
Americans don’t typically eat a breakfast like the one pictured. I wonder if that is the case with other countries as well?
The German one Is pretty accurate, at least for the Sunday breakfast. On Sunday you feast on Brötchen and Aufschnitt
Lol, the Polish one is a traditional dinner
the english one’s called an english breakfast, but is rarely actually had for breakfast. it’s also missing several elements, like black pudding.
“Right!”
if you need to make absolute sure everyone hears, you say ‘okie doke’ or ‘okie dokie’ because it has more syllables so more people have the chance to tune in, because saying ‘right’ more than once would be ever so rude
2 am to 10:30 am is prime sleep schedule
reblog this with your sign and preferred sleep schedule
#1 thing i have learned from this post? aquarius are fucking DISASTERS
aquarius and 3 am to 2 pm
Pisces, 6 am to 2 pm.
Sagittarius, all the time when I’m not babey or watching RnM
Libra, 2 am to 9 am 👌👌
Cancer, 11 pm to 9 or 10 am, I’ll sleep in to noon on a good day
Gemini 10:30 pm to 6:30 am
Capricorn, 2 AM to 5 AM.
aquarius, 2am to 8am
scorpio, 2am to 12pm
taurus, 11pm to 10am
Gemini 9 am- 1 pm
Cancer, 4 am - 10 am
Virgo- 1 am to 1 pm
Aquarius, 10pm - 6am
virgo, 4am to 12pm