My Nerdy, Beautiful, Life

Junior/super-senior @ Unity College, Marine Bio Major. Band Geek, Whovian, Tolkien Nerd, PotterHead, Browncoat, and fantasy geek. I love Tamora Pierce, Music, and Science. If you are looking for support or help, check the help tag.

[30minutememes]

[boobasprite]

[sir-thursday]

Sir that is too big a bite

[x-file]

Don’t tell him what to do

[sir-thursday]

He is causing a scene

[securelyinsecure]

Congratulations to Ryan Coogler and Ava DuVernay!

[poemswords]

[ambientmagic]

“After screaming, [Cassandra] calls out the name of Apollo sixth times, then again a seventh time, but the seventh time, by shifting the inflexion of the name slightly, she shows its etymology. Apollo’s name is cognate with the Greek verb apollesthai, “to destroy utterly, kill, slay, demolish, lay waste.” By crying out “Apollon emos”, Cassandra can designate the god as “my Apollo” and “my destroyer” at the same time in the same words.”

— Anne Carson, excerpt of Cassandra Float Can, from Float (via antigonick)

[c3rvida3]

One of my players made me a dice necklace out of the dice he’s been using for months, as a thank you for putting up with him all these years, and I don’t have the heart to remind him that those were dice I loaned him that I kind of wanted back.

[c3rvida3]

On one hand, it’s pretty cool, but on the other hand, *Borat voice* My Dice.

[c3rvida3]

Everyone’s like, “Oh, they’re just cheap Chessex dice, dude. Calm down,” but you don’t understand. I have to buy like three fucking sets of dice a month because these little shitheads keep losing theirs and no way in hell am I trusting them with my Good Dice. I have a fanny pack full of dice that I wear to sessions because these fools suck so bad. I honestly think they’re eating them. I think they’re skipping them across lakes. I think they’re fucking tossing them at windows in the pouring rain to get their unrequited lover’s attention. I give these motherfuckers so many of my dice that they could hike the Appalachian Trail and leave dice behind like breadcrumbs. They probably pour buckets of my fucking dice under their tires like kitty litter to gain traction when they’re stuck in the snow. And I know they aren’t just keeping them because they’ll literally lose them mid-session. Like there’s a black hole under the coffee table. It’s an X-File at this point. It’s beyond an X-File. My dice are probably in The Black Lodge. My dice are in The goddamn Upside Down. They’re in The Uknown. They’re in the Additional Paranormal Pop Culture Reference, y'all.

Anyways, thanks for the necklace, Deac.

[aurordream]

[disgracedmilfman]

This is me as hell.

[singtotheskiies]

If you don’t think Andrew Smythe from the Great British Bake-off is the cutest thing ever, you’re wrong 

[chuckdrawsthings]

great british bird off

[denzelle]

for some reason i definitely thought this was going to be one of those fuckin… infinite chocolate things. or like, some really weird trick involved. literally it’s just “put the tomatoes in some dirt and they grow into MORE TOMATOES 😱” which like… yea… that IS how plants work but i don’t know if it’s a life hack

[denzelle]

THIS #LIFEHACK IS TOO POWERFUL YOU WILL LITERALLY GET AN ENDLESS SUPPLY

[motorizedmycologist]

grocery stores hate him! local man discovers gardening

[pervocracy]

our civilization has come full circle and we’re re-discovering agriculture

in 20,000 years: “YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT THIS MOM IS DOING WITH DRY WOOD AND FLINT…  THE LIGHTNING GODS HATE HER!!!”

[awwww-cute]

[corvid-420]

this is now the money rabbit, reblog for a leap in prosperity in 2018

[skyliting]

It is the money bunny

[savannahsuccs-deactivated202006]

YOU BETTER RE-BLOG THIS IF YOU WANT ALL THE MUNS HUN

[cherrypitgoddess]

men will PURPOSELY ask you things in a condescending tone and then act surprised when you get an attitude like “i wasn’t trying to start an argument” yes you were travis shut the fuck up

[gaygerian]

Lol tru

[snowangel2013]

Guys, I’m ruining my hair again!!!!! I rebleached it for the first time in almost a year, and now it’s gonna be super fucking blue!!!!!!!

[veruneedy]

kisses that don’t lead to sex. kisses that bring back the passion, care, belief and a reason to keep going.

[iwritemonsters]

How My Little Toddler Girl Conquered a Haunted Funhouse

So my daughter earned a reputation today among the Haunted Forest funhouse workers at the Renaissance Faire. She’s two, by the way. While my wife rested on a bench, I took my little girl towards the mock-up wooden castle with the skeletons perched all over it. The entrance attendant who took my money at the gate eyed my toddler in her Rapunzel outfit and gave me a side-eye. Her look said plainly, “If you want to pay $6 to have her run screaming after the first ten feet, it’s your dime.” Immediately past the ticket station, my daughter realizes she’s surrounding by skeletons and immediately laughs and points. “Skeleton! Look, Daddy, skeleton! Oh, there skeleton too!” Her grin could swallow the world. “SKELETON!” The gate attendants look at each other in confusion. These people don’t realize they’re dealing with a girl who, earlier in the day, ran up to a woman wearing a fox tail because my little Kiddo thought she’d found a werewolf. See, my daughter refuses to go in car rides without her dollar store glow-in-the-dark skeletons to play with. She hugs the monsters in pop-up books. She howls during Werewolves of London. She can name every Universal Monster and distinguish a gug from a shoggoth. The maze is unprepared for her. A few feet inside, I see a a hooded skeleton peer at us from around a corner. He’s confused. After all, this schmuck has brought a ibby bibby girl into his forest, and he has no idea what kind of experience I’m expecting him to give. My daughter waves at the reaper. “Hello skeleton! Come!” He slowly comes out. She and the ghoul make friendly small talk until she notices a zombie horse and runs off after “skeleton horsey!” This level of enthusiasm generally continues. A skeleton tied to a stake belches smoke. She laughs. A coffin shakes, hands straining to force open the lid. “Hi, ‘pire!” My daughter has found dark Disneyland, and she loves it. Well, the part where a blast of air shoot you in the butt? That she can deal without, but the monsters make her day. We approach the curtained door of a structure, and before I can think about whether I should risk entering the room three grown women push it aside and rush out of the dark. “It’s too scary!” One whispers to me as they pass, bolting for the entrance. My 2-year-old walks in and tries to make friends with the monsters. Finally we reach the exit. Standing at attention is a skeleton knight with bulging bloodshot eyeballs. The Kiddo is so damn excited to see him, she smiles and waves at him for a full minute. Then I tell her we have to go. She starts crying. Walking past later a few minutes later, I see the grim reaper talking to the attendants. He spots us, and Death himself points at my daughter. “Look, it’s that little girl!” They loved her. He lets us get a picture of her holding the scythe.

[yourladyindank]

Not that it matter but don't these people realize that kids who are half white can come out looking completely like their white parents. Like my grandpa is an Afro- Latino and my mom looks completely like her mother whose mostly white. I don't understand why race mixing matters anyway 🤷🏻‍♀️people love who they love.

Because they’re stupid

[kamiyu910]

My favorite examples of how crazy genetics can be is with twins 

I love genetics. Biology is a trip

[tooiconic]

This is always so cool.

[an-american-whore]

People like to think that genetic inheritance is like a 50/50 split of traits or some shit when in reality it’s like a fucking free for all who gets to take what spot and what traits develop as a result like