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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Claire Keane
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Jules of Nature
Misplaced Lens Cap
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we're not kids anymore.
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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One Nice Bug Per Day
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nsfw
nobody’s safe from wonderwall
You never know if today is gonna be the day that they’re gonna throw it back to you
After everything that happened in Ragnarok, imagine Thor hearing about Steve and Tony’s fight and being like “Really?! Thats why you all stopped working together?! Just get over it! I did! I’m still friends with Loki and he’s betrayed me three times since breakfast! This petty mortal shit is nothing!”
Loki: “Can confirm, poisoning his mead right now.”
Thor: “Ha! I’ve built up an immunity.”
Now I feel I was cheated on Civil War
Steve: “Well, we disagreed about this big political thing, and I mean big - almost every country in the world was involved.” Thor: *nodding* “Right.” Steve: “So we started to fight, I mean really fight. We each had about half a dozen friends backing us up.” Thor: *nodding* “Always best to bring your friends along” Steve: “And by the end, it was just me and Tony, and we… we really pounded each other…. no holding back.” Thor: *nodding* “The most honorable way to fight” Steve: “So now we’re not friends anymore.” Thor: “… you lost me.”
Willy Wonka sent out his chocolate bars worldwide, and 5 white kids (4 with first-world problems) still won.
To be fair, his goal was apparently to send a stern warning about the evils of entitlement by murdering them in ironic ways.
Also, the rich, spoiled, first world white kids aren’t presented in the story as having gotten the tickets by chance, the story is very clear that they and their families used their privilege and power to game the system - taking what was initially presented as a random selection and cheating by leveraging their disproportionate resources - wasting mountains of chocolate in pursuit of gold…
Willy Wonka and the Discourse Factoty
Reblog if it’s ok for people to give you $599.99
Please don’t hesitate
1 penny below reporting limit for the IRS… I see what you did there
(Don’t give me $599.99)
That’s not the right IRS rule.
$599.99 is the amount below which a business does not need to issue a 1099 to a contractor who provides business services. The contractor still needs to report the income on their taxes.
The correct number for the IRS rule for money that is gifted rather than received in a business transaction is $13999.99–more than that, and the recipient has to pay tax on the gift and report it to the IRS. Less than that, and there’s no taxation or reporting requirement.
If we’re choosing amounts on the basis of IRS limits, give these people $13,999.99.
Go. Do it.
Reblog if it’s ok for people to give you $13,999.99
Hearing somebody in a nearby practice room working on the same piano piece as me, doing better, and suddenly pausing and then crashing random keys out of frustration is strangely reassuring.
yes piano makes you want to scream. i have often wanted to scream onstage at recitals and competitions
piano makes me scream whether or not it’s me playing. it’s either why are you so shit or why am i so shit or why are you so much less shit than me
Got a quick screen grab so you could see what I was talking about.
WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE. WHOEVER MADE THAT NEEDS TO FIGHT ME
honestly this mindset hurts kids who love the arts so much.
imagine constantly fighting high school councilors just to get into the one class that keeps you alive. imagine constantly lying to teachers about what you plan on majoring so you don’t get “the talk” imagine no one you love believing in you, and constantly asking what your “back up plan” is. imagine being kind of miserable at your own graduation and grad party because people are always asking you about your future, and when you tell them they just look at you like your stupid.
imagine constantly being told that what you do isn’t good enough. that you’ll never succeed without changing who you are.
imagine having to try to stop yourself from flat out breaking down and sobbing in front of your professor after your first lesson, because they simply told you “you know what? I think you can do this. If you work hard I think you can be very successful in this field.”
because that’s the first time anyone’s actually believed in you.
yeah, science is great, but putting it above the arts is one of the biggest mistakes this society has ever made.
^^^^^ This is really well put. ^^^^^
You may be passionate but you're also out of tune.
- The 13th Chair
Your Major is Valid
Music is one of the toughest majors out there. Not just because of the classwork - although I can tell you, that part is tough too. No, it’s tough because of the sheer number of people you’ll meet who do not believe in it. There are hundreds of thousands of people out there who will sit through a movie with an amazing soundtrack (written by musicians, performed by instrumentalists), sing to the radio on the way home (playing music written and performed by musicians), go to the grocery store they like for its jingle (musicians!!), then finally get home and scold you for wanting to go into a field “where there aren’t any opportunities.”
There are a lot of those people. They see something artistic as being lesser. They see something where women regularly excel, and think it girly and therefore not as important. They see something that ignites a passion in you, and believe that you’re wasting your life, just because your job isn’t boring. These people are everywhere, and they aren’t going away. I’m sorry.
However, that doesn’t mean you need to listen to them. These people, these naysayers, are trying to live their own lives through you. A parent insisting you major in accounting? They want bragging rights. A friend who scoffs at your dedication to something unprofitable? They want you to change majors and validate their choosing of civil engineering for the money. (Also, they’re a bad friend.) A stranger, asking what your backup plan is? They want you to stay on their level, and not excel.
There’s a type of thinking that Terry Pratchett labeled “crab bucket”. If you put a bunch of crabs in a large bucket, something weird happens. Any one crab is smart enough and strong enough to pretty easily get itself out of a bucket. However, if there’s a bunch of crabs in the bucket, instead of trying to get out, they just try to be the crab on top. If one crab manages to get to the top of the pile, or tries to escape, the other crabs grab it and yank it down, in order to get higher up themselves. None of them ever make it out of the bucket.
People think a lot like crabs. They see someone doing well, moving themselves up in the world - or even moving away from that person’s idea of a normal life! - and they have to yank that person back to their level.
“Well, have fun going back to school in ten years.” (Translation: I have to believe you can’t be successful as an artist to make myself feel better about life.) That’s crab bucket.
“But what’s going to be your real job?” (Translation: I cannot imagine a means of making an income except for a 9-5 or retail job. I dream in black and white.) That’s crab bucket.
“You’re wasting your potential.” (Translation: I feel like I wasted my potential.) That’s crab bucket.
If you don’t let those people get to you, you’re okay. If they don’t manage to grab you, to catch you with their petty-minded words, then you’re home-free. You can be the crab that gets out. I can’t guarantee that life outside the bucket is nice, or pays well, or safe.
But I do know it’s much nicer than being in the bucket, that’s for sure.
First seen on HowToMusicMajor.com
I WROTE A BOOK FILLED WITH ADVICE LIKE THIS.
are you a practice room?
because I want you and I hope you’re not taken
also you’re unbelievably hot and make me feel self-conscious
When English isn’t taught correctly…
Check this bellend who doesnae ken that Scots, and indeed all “improper” dialects an accents ay English, arenae incompatible wi intelligence oar eloquence ay expression
(I mean, the original post insnae exactly the most poetic ay thoughts, but neither’s fuckin off tae bed wioot gien yer mate a cover, whit the fuck’s wrang wi you, were you raised in a fuckin shed)
Scottish Tumblr ™ came through
“wouldn’t you rather earn something than have it just handed to you?”
Yeah when it comes to actual awards and fancy goods, but when it comes to basic needs, basic human decency, and accomodations, those things should always be handed to people. No one should have to “earn” those things.Value people as people, not base it on how much they produce.
yeah but that creates a severe dependency that could be exploited easily, and creates a slippery slope @musical-clarity
Actually studies show that people who live in places with universal income (who are given money with no strings attached just for being citizens) do far better work than those who don’t and are more enthusiastic to do work.
This is because they still want nice things and will work for those but the part of their energy that was devoted to worrying about if they have enough money to pay the rent and bills this month is now freed up to do other things.
Some people will always be lazy and take advantage of the system, but they are always a tiny percentage and it seems ridiculous to me to punish the majority and severly hamstring their abilities just because a handful of people will simply live of basic income rather than work.
It’s been tested a couple times. In Canada, in some European countries, and the results are always the same. There are two groups of people who show a statistically significant (Greater than one half of one percent, or 1 in 200) increase in Not Working and living off the guaranteed income. Parents of Children under school age, and full time students. Among ALL other groups, employment actually INCREASED. Why? Because guaranteed minimum income means that homeless people can get at least a basic low end apartment. It’s hard if not impossible to get an above board job without a permanent fixed address. Also more people were able to have and maintain a BANK ACCOUNT. It is often hard to get a decent job without an account that can accept Direct Deposit for paychecks. Also, lost work time due to illness and injury decreased across the board. It turns out if people are getting a decent amount of money each month they can A> afford to eat better, and B> obtain decent medical attention both preventative and emergency. Crazy right? So why hasn’t it caught on? Because it doesn’t directly benefit the people in power, and it increases THEIR PERSONAL taxes, their CORPORATE TAXES, and thus decreases their PERSONAL INCOME. So, because Jeff Bezos and Alan Greenspan might fall from making 100 billion dollars a year to making 99.8 billion dollars a year, it’s a hard NO and we can all fucking die.. The End.
tl;dr
reblogging for the addition
There is no actual, tangible reason why we allow people to starve, to be homeless, to suffer and die needlessly. Food is plentiful. Empty homes are plentiful. Medicine is plentiful. It’s hidden away behind constructs and we pretend those constructs mean something. There is an empty home and a homeless family, give them it. There is a sick child and common medicine to treat it, give it to them. There is a starving person and so much food wasted by corporations or hidden behind a dollar sign, feed them.
every mirror universe episode of star trek ever
if you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to live in the midwest, this is it.
You missed some of the best ones
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.
How could you forget this one though
I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA THAT THE BEAN WAS CREATED BY ANISH KAPOOR.
someone help me why is anish kapoor important what did he do?
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.
Stuart Semple is organising a bean-kissing event for Anish Kapoor’s birthday.
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.”
ALSO HE JUST POSTED THIS!!!!!! LIGHTEST LIGHT!
I know this isn’t my art blog but this entire post gives me life
im sorry is that man holding a real actual miniature star in his hands
which way does a cyclops wing their eyeliner
tumblr user greenhoused is asking the real questions
It doesn’t matter, because Nobody is going to criticize their makeup.