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News Flash:
OC blogs are not inferior to Canon Blogs
OC blogs don’t have lower IQ’s than Canon blogs
OC blogs can write just as well as a Canon Blog.
That canon character you’re writing was someones original character. If they were treated the same way you’re treating OC blogs you wouldn’t have a character to write today.
EVERYONE has created their own characters at some point in their life. Don’t shame someone for having the guts to share them with you.
Red delicious apples being named ‘delicious’ is one of the biggest deceptions of the human race.
Omg I hit the reblog button so fast
i feel this on a spiritual level.
They were, at one time, delicious, but some fuck-up, let’s call him George, came along.
George decided the red delicious apples weren’t “red” enough, so he started to breed them so they became more red; however, as he did that, the delicious flavor was also bred out, but everyone thought they were better because they had a more consistent color.
They used to be delicious but not red, and now they are red but not delicious.
🤔🤔 I had a feeling they used to taste a lot better than they do now. Stupid humans screwing with everything
Why is my name always used for bad shit :(
But seriously, just eat Red Gala apples
or Pink Ladies
Ew. Eat honeycrisps. Love yourselves.
Fuck that Granny Smiths are where it’s at.
Granny Smiths are a crock of shit
YOU COME IN TO MY HOUSE AND YOU INSULT PIEMAKING APPLES. WITHOUT GRANNY SMITH YOU WOULD HAVE NOTHING HOW DARE
fuji apples tho
Granny Smiths are good for pies and nothing else. I like the classic macintosh to eat, but if I can get winecrisp I am golden (delicious)
PINK LADY OWNS MY ASS
You haven’t had apples till you’ve had ambrosia apples
All of y'all can eat my ass. Granny Smiths are the best and have the perfect amount of tang. Macintosh aren’t as good a substitute.
BRAEBURN OR NOTHING
Royal Gala or go home
HONESTLY IF YOURE HATIN ON GRANNY SMITHS YOU CAN UNFOLLOW ME RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY
One time I ate a Pink Lady at peak apple season and I almost cried
Things are heating up in the apple Fandom.
Cryptid Profile: The Buru
When most think of the resident monsters roaming through the mighty Himalayas, the first (and usually only) creature in their mind tends to be the elusive Yeti. But the Yeti is not the only mysterious creature thought to call (or once call) this 16,000mi long mountain range home. Legends and stories talk of giant lizards that at one time, made their home in the lower Himalayan swamp valleys. A species of giant lizard known as the Buru.
Near the end of WW2 in 1945, a well-traveled explorer and British zoologist by the name of Charles Stonor, and an anthropologist by the name of J.P. Mills made their way to a valley on the eastern side of the Himalayas known as Rilo. The reason for their journey was to search for a species of aquatic lizard that was said to measure over 13 feet in length and thrived within the swamps of the valley. The native peoples of the area spoke passionately of the gigantic reptiles and described them as looking almost like a cross between a crocodile and a snake. The animals were said to be strictly aquatic and rarely made appearances out of the water, but every so often, their nearly 2ft long head would break the water’s surface and they would emit a deep loud roar. There were no stories from tribe members speaking of encounters with the creatures that resulted in harm or death, but they did speak of how the giants were able to frighten most tribe members away from the water’s edge. The lizards were thought to be more shy than dangerous. Sadly though, the expedition turned up no hard evidence for the existence of the Buru.
Three years later in 1948, Charles Stonor once again made his way to the Himalayan region, but for this expedition he brought along London journalist Ralph Izzard. Their area of focus would be a valley located on the north-east side of the mountains called Apa Tani. Through his research, Stonor learned of a tribal group of people that lived within the valley known as the Tanw (or the Apatani) that told stories of past encounters with the Buru. Speaking to the Tanw, Stonor and Izzard learned that when the ancestors of the tribe settled the valley, they encountered gigantic lizards that filled the swamps. During one of the first hunting trips within the area, a tribal hunter encountered a baby Buru within the swamp and tried to capture it, but the nearby mother did not allow this to happen and pulled the hunter under the water and drowned him. Fearing that these creatures may prove to be even more dangerous and continue to kill, the Tanw ancestors drained the swamp lands and ultimately eradicated most the Buru population. The surviving Burus were thought to have burrowed deep within the mud and migrated towards underground springs. The last time a Buru was seen within the Apa Tani valley was a few years after the swamps were drained. A young woman came upon one while gathering water from a local spring at night. The creatures long head broke the surface of the water close to her location and gave her a good enough scare that she fled the area. The woman told her father of her encounter and he in turn informed the rest of the village of the creatures presence. A few days later, the entire village filled the spring with rocks and boulders, thus removing the last know Buru from the valley.
While the news that the Buru was no longer present in the region was disappointing, the expedition was not without benefit. The two men learned from their journey that the creature said to no longer live within the Apa Tani valley matched the description of the creature said to currently live within the Rilo valley almost exactly. It was because of these similar descriptions that were provided by two separate tribes located many great distances apart, that Stonor and Izzard believed that the Buru had to either exist, or existed at one point but was now extinct.
The witness descriptions of the Buru say that the creature is/was between 11 and 15ft long, possess a nearly 2ft long head, a flat nose and deep set eyes located behind it. Within its long mouth were four long fang-like teeth (2 on top and 2 on bottom), all the rest of the teeth were flat. It had a forked tongue. The neck was said to be nearly 3ft long and was thought to be able to stretch out like a turtle (thus allowing its head to breach the surface of the water). The skin color was a dark, almost blackish blue and was broken up by white blotches and a somewhat white belly. Its body and tail were somewhat round and its four legs were said to be stumpy and adorned with claws. There were also said to be three rows of short spine-like bumps running down its sides and back. The diet of the Buru was unknown by the two tribes, but they were sure in their assumptions that it did not eat fish.
In 1951, Ralph Izzard published the journal he kept during the 1948 expedition with Charles Stonor, it was released under the name “The Hunt for the Buru”. This book is still available for purchase to this day.
So what is/was the Buru? Some Cryptozoologists (such as Bernard Heuvelmans and Roy Mackal) feel that the Buru was/is a new species of large monitor lizard, one that would be in the same family as the Komodo Dragon and that the creature more than likely had only recently gone extinct during modern times. Other theories include a new species of crocodile (proposed by Cryptozoologist Tim Dinsdale), a surviving dinosaur (proposed by Ralph Izzard), a new species of swamp-dwelling lungfish (proposed by Cryptozoologist Karl Shuker), and possibly a new sub-species of Arapaima (AKA: the Pirarucu), a large species of bonytongue fish native to South America. These fish are among the world’s largest freshwater fish and can grow nearly 10ft long, weigh almost 500lbs, and breath air rather than use their gills.
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The first sin. Misconception is that Eve was the first to sin when that’s not really all that true.
You see When God created everything and then Adam. He told him about the tree he said don’t eat of it.
God never told Eve.
When Eve was in the garden being tempted read that section you’ll find something interesting. Adam was right next to her and he didn’t say anything. He was using Eve as a Guinea pig.
Eve bit into the fruit nothing changed she handed it to Adam. And when he bit into it their eyes were opened.
So really the first sin was Man’s passive nature allowing something to happen he was told not to allow happen if he never ate their eyes may never have been opened but who knows.
Originally posted by realitytvgifs
I was in a bible study we went over this part and I just sat there like “wait what?!?”
Yup! This is so real!
So men, in essence, have never been shit.
Adam prolly had a fuck boy haircut
My pastor told me that it gets worse. Adam straight up lied. He didn’t trust Eve so he told her that she could not eat or touch the tree. The deal was they couldn’t eat the fruit. They could’ve play volleyball with the damn thing all they wanted.
Adam did not trust Eve to follow God’s instructions so he gave her an extra rule to follow. And then, like OP said, he was a little shit and watched her eat anyway. And if you look in the rest of the scriptures, Adam gets blamed.
Get wrecked.
AND YET EVEN GETS THAT PAINFUL CHILDBIRTH WHAT THE HECK
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…41% of American adults think we shared the planet with dinosaurs?
What is a nice guy?
I have met many, or so I was told. They sat across from me on first dates, deeply sniffing a wine and commenting on the forenotes of fruitiness before asking if I “read much?” They tell stories about their love of Kafka; pausing only to look at me with this sad little knowing smile. To a child, they tell me much about the books I have already read. They explain words I learned and used well before them. When I try to interupt, to explain that, yes, I read, and as a matter of fact Kafka is right next to Dante on my bedside, I am talked down. Talked over.
The nice men don’t understand why being nice isn’t working. Women, I guess, are strange creatures to them. When we are approached on the subway and told we are pretty; when we only flash quiet tight smiles, it is an affront. They were only trying to be nice, it’s not their fault that our bodies are ships that others want to pirate. We should know by the smell of your rose lips that nice men - they exist. It is my fault for being so goddamn difficult. Nice men decide for me it is their duty to inform me of my physical accommodation to their pleasure. That compliments have never come as knives, a cage to suffocate the bird in. That because they used “pretty” and not “hot,” We should be sure that we are safe, that nice men only want us to hear what’s best for us. We’ll miss it when we’re older. Nice men are doing us a favor, until we don’t smile for them. Then they are nice men telling us we are bitches, sluts.
The nice men are only trying to help. Women won’t take it, because we are all dumb wild animals bumping our blind eyes against “jerks” who don’t know what we really need. We don’t even know what we really need. What we need is a nice guy, and the nice men are there for that; to force her into situations where she stands to lose a close friend again because he couldn’t stop seeing her as a sex object. She doesn’t know it, but she needs him. Nice men tell me a lot about myself; without my mouth ever opening. Nice men tell me I’m too stupid for my own good and need to be explained every little thing, that I don’t know if I’m worthy until I cause attraction, that I can’t even make my own sexual decisions.
Nice men, I am told, are not like other men. Nice men sometimes even call themselves feminists and then write poems about how hard it is to be a male feminist. Nice men are artists with their dark disney princesses, are pleasantly amused by the efforts of queer girls, offer shading advice to someone with headphones in. Nice men tell you while you’re buying roof tiles to go get your boyfriend. Nice men don’t understand why we flinch when the label “nice guy” explodes in our faces.
We are silent in all of this, an active object that they fondle with their meaty mitts. They assume our little chickadee brains can’t conquer poetry. They teach without being asked for a lesson. They insert their opinion. They know better than we do, about our bodies, about what is best for us. We are a curious thing to them, that does not bend, that talks back on other frequencies, says silly girly things like “I read,” “Of course I knew that,” “I saved a life once,” “I don’t feel comfortable with a strange man approaching me,” “I am able of knowing who I should be dating,” “I am a human and I have my own life, am not hive mind, have my own experiences and values and feelings and you should stop assuming things about me.“
Who told the nice men they are nice? What did they do to deserve that label? Was it be a decent person to that poor underclass of women? Did you deign to find them human? What does a nice man do that is nice besides tell me he is nice? What do the nice guys do? Did they ask us if we felt comfortable with the type of nice they offer? Did they ask us how to be nice or did they just all talk in one big group until some rules appeared, some “nice guy” guide. Is there a ceremony where nice girls and nice guys all sit around while the nice men sip wine and talk about how nice it is to be nice, did you know they once held a door and didn’t spit on her? The whole time us silly girls with our silly wildflower wilting hearts, we melt as these nice men glisten.
Maybe the reason they think they are nice men is because they don’t ever stop to listen.
i want everyone to know that, since posting this a day ago, even with my ask off, i received not one, not two, but twenty-two [and counting] direct messages from men who are very nice men, telling me that they are nice men; and this sort of thing isn’t nice to nice men, and how in their experience, i’m wrong, and if they could just explain that while certainly there are those nice men, not all nice men are like that. that i should stop taking people being nice seriously, please calm down, if i don’t like it don’t look at it. that i met the wrong sort of nice men, as if my entire experience (and that of all the women in the tags who groan and agree) - well… it’s very lovely and written well but it’s simply not real nice men who are like this. it is remarkable to me these men think i have been in some sort of all-female society where i have only met a handful of these people, where my experience with men is not statistically viable. that i simply don’t know what i’m talking about, and really, the following eight paragraphs will set me straight on just how much of a nice guy they are; should i really be attacking them like that? do i want to be a bitch?
“well, ex-cuse me,” one man writes in the comments.
you’re excused. please leave.
I’m blown away by this. Bless you.
I hope every “nice guy” in the world steps on a small tack every morning for the rest of their lives. One of those super tiny ones, just enough to hurt. Every morning.
Piespouse told me once, “I never had a lot of rules when I was dating a guy. But if he told me, on a first date, how honorable, noble, or nice he was… there would not be a second date.”
times r tough, take care of urselves please
OH MY GAWD!!!!!! YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!
step aside gay meowth
All of these comments were left on Cartoon Brew’s recent interview with Sausage Party directors Conrad Vernon and Greg Tiernan. According to commenters, many animators on the film weren’t properly credited.
EDIT: Cartoon Brew is looking into this.
http://screenrant.com/sausage-party-directors-animators-abuse-accusations/ http://www.dorkly.com/post/80148/sausage-partys-animators-were-treated-like-shit Please don’t support this movie
Look at that tongue
oh my god
i’m gonna do it
i’m gonna buy the book about a bbw fucking a bear who is also a billionaire
KAT DON’T DO IT. DON’T READ ABOUT FUCKING A BEAR
YOU’RE TOO LATE, NO ONE CAN TELL ME WHAT TO DO
AND THEY’RE NOT JUST BEARS
THEY’RE BRO BEARS
KAT NO OOO. NO
i finished it last night and here is what you need to know about this book
it is never explicitly stated that Janna is a black woman but repeated references are made to her ‘rich brown skin’ and ‘tight curls’ and ‘plump lips’ and also the words sassy, strong, and independent are used excessively
the bear thing is pretty much just an excuse to have really huge buff dudes who fall in love at first sight. there is no bear sex. i was totally waiting for the kinky bear sex and it never happened. they weren’t even that hairy. bear bros are pretty vanilla, it turns out.
bear bros are into fat women because they’re the only one that can handle their huge bear dicks and huge bear cubs:
the reason the chubby protaganist is so sturdy is that she actually a secret princess bear:
bear bros know what to do when you accidentally make a girl think you’re fucking crazy by running around the woods naked:
THE BEARMEN CAN FUCKING TALK WHEN THEY ARE IN BEAR FORM I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I WAS IN TEARS OH MY FUCKING GOD
In conclusion:
[screams eternally]
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Best thing I’ve read all day long. No. Not the book. This synopsis. Pure gold.
Help. What is air?
I take a nap and all of a sudden this fucking website does this.
Today’s the day the teddy bears have their picnic.
HE WAS A BEAR ON A MISSION.
@thebibliosphere - still does not beat crucifix nail nipples.
I love that I keep getting tagged in this post. It’s enough to make me want to buy the books for pure nostalgia. Also what was that other book you tagged me in the other day, I’m off to find it.
just a reminder that this won Canada’s highest literary honor
Sorry, no, that was just “Bear.”
It’s like millennials do not understand that middle east has been at war for 1000′s of years. That we intervened on behalf of Kuwait. That without “bombing” people that want to kill and oppress others, millions will be murdered and tortured.
“at war for 1000′s of years”
you clearly know nothing about Afghanistan nor the middle east
here’s Afghanistan in the 1950′s, 60′s, & 70′s
if you really want to know what caused all the instability & growth of extremist groups I suggest you take a look at the US foreign policy towards Afghanistan during the 80′s
It’s interesting to note that when the communist government came to power in Afghanistan in the late 70′s, one of the first things they did was declare equality of the sexes, made education for girls mandatory, & banned child marriages. The conservative tribal leaders who the US armed & funded (& who later became the Taliban) declared this to be a “war on Islam” & fought against the central government.
The US had no problem back then with encouraging the growth of Islamic conservatism to counter socialism/communism. You created your biggest enemy & you have no one to blame but yourselves.
BLESS THIS POST
its crazy to me how the US talks about war in the middle east as if its this ancient problem inherent to the area instead of a recent problem created by western countries to further their own interests.
These tweets are part of a long thread mainly directed towards the Steven Universe fandom, but I think they’re relevant to many fandoms. I chose these two tweets in particular because they hit on a major reason for why so many characters appear on this blog: their flaws.
Now I’m not sure how many of you are writers or at least interested in writing, but for those of you who are (such as myself), you would know that well-developed characters are supposed to have flaws. Flaws allow characters to become three-dimensional, realistic beings that the audience can relate to. However, as seen on this blog many times, whenever a character does have flaws, they’re hated because of those same traits. But when a character doesn’t have flaws (or they don’t have enough flaws), then those characters are hated because they’re Mary Sues/Gary Stus, boring, etc.
Not only do flaws aid in character development, but they can also help to move the story along by providing conflict. Again, for those of you who are writers or are interested in writing, you would know that stories need some type of conflict to 1) engage the audience and 2) move the story along. One potential source of conflict can be *drum roll* character flaws! Having a character do something “problematic” or believing in something “problematic” can be the driving force behind a story. Most people would easily become bored with a story if everything was perfect 95% of the time and the build-up/conflict only occurred during the last 5%.
If you can’t handle the fact that well-developed, three-dimensional characters are flawed, if you can’t handle the fact that those flaws can be the reason for why the story exists in the first place, and if you can’t handle the fact that those flaws and the conflicts they cause are why you and other people are still engaged in the story after all this time, then perhaps you should move on to something else.
is it technically breakfast if you never went to sleep? X
The problem with suicidal thoughts is that they’re not just there when your sad. You’ll be there, chillin, reading a book or talking to a friend and you’ll think ‘This is nice. But do you know what would be better? Death.’
@lumos-vs-nox This is referred to as “mild suicidal ideation“ or the desire for suicide without substantial action behind it. It often happens when someone deals with prolonged mental health issues and suicidality at a young age. When you’re young, we go through a period where our neural pathways completely rearrange- the things that happen to us at that time will influence these changes. In a way, suicidal ideation becomes an ingrained coping mechanism. A sort of “well at least suicide is always there for me”. Your brain is part-muscle, it remembers things, it learns, it’s super great at adapting, this is just a reflex. It doesn’t mean you are weak, it doesn’t mean you aren’t in recovery.
thank you for posting this, you turned a feeling many people have into words!
this is what healthy people don’t get
this is so important SO IMPORTANT
and i didn’t know this until right now and it like changed my whole outlook on my illness and recovery
I couldn’t help myself
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