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silverhawk

i keep thinking about this picture of a bat eating a watermelon

bulbasaur-propaganda

Pokemon then and now.

spheal-a-day

Spheal is the new president

In Spheal We Trust

doubtedcamp

VERY IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU CAN MAKE PIKACHU SNEEZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

stephendann

This is Peak Achoo.

tarynel

Imagine being able to detach your titties before bed.. so you could actually sleep on your stomach. Lol

1000watttwat

My dumb ass gon over sleep and forget my tiddies in the morning..

grandpaq

Keys … wallet… damn, my titties .

sociallyawkward18

The perfect use of this damn gif 😂😂😂😂

hufflepuffwannabe

just start now. whatever you’re holding off on, just start now. don’t wait until the mood strikes. start now. working on it for even five minutes is better than nothing. just start now. now

truestoriesaboutme

Fine. I’ll do my stupid laundry

truestoriesaboutme

I did my stupid laundry

studyblr

inspirational

pissvortex

there are a lot of bert and ernie sketches that are just unironically very funny

pissvortex

yesterdaysprint

Perrysburg Journal, Ohio, March 9, 1900

harvestheart

The scaly foot gastropod is probably the worst snail name ever invented. Especially for one of the most incredible organisms on the planet. How many creatures can you name that have an iron shell? None. No creature can grow a metal sheath around itself—except Scaly G. Living nearly 2,400 meters (8,000 ft) below the ocean’s surface, near hydrothermal vents, the scaly foot gastropod incorporates the heavy metals floating in its habitat into its shell.

viridiansunlight

@wepon @heedra

croquettish

Have you ever seen a twitter thread (or, in this case, two!) that so perfectly expressed everything you’d felt over months and months of harassment persistent? With all credit to @blackblobyellowcone, who is clearly amazing and completely gets it– not just why us women write and read the erotica that we do, but the history behind the censorship we, as a gender, have experienced. Bravo.

hollyand-writes

“It seems like a sad regression if we were more accepting about [women’s sexuality] in fucking 1973 than we are in 2018″ – THIS. Absolutely this.

catchymemes

luvnaught

this is the only food critic I’ll accept at my restaurant.

flufflyspartan110

@beastlysoul

gallusrostromegalus

Feeding your animals (safe) but new-to-them foods is botha great source of enrichment for the and endless hilarity for you. I reccomend green beans because they’re unwieldly for them to eat so its an involved process.

waitineedaname

your anxiety when you accidentally make one (1) person minorly unhappy

rumwik

(Ko-fi doodle) Black mage dunsparce for Sharon!

buzzfeed

18 Pictures That Prove Group Projects Are Pure Hell

systlin

This made me nearly bite a pencil in half in enraged memory.

@ THE REST OF MY ANCIENT HISTORY CLASS; Y’ALL ARE WELCOME FOR THAT FUCKIN A THE REST OF YOU DID NO GODDAMN WORK FOR

thebibliosphere

Oh man, so I know everyone hates group projects with ample good reason, but lemme just tell you something that happened to me in my final year of uni. My dad got real sick and was in and out of hospital numerous times, one time with a suspected heart attack. Which meant my mum ended up caring for my dad, and I wound up caring for my disabled brother, on top of working a part time job and going to university full time.

My grades slid dramatically. I was having to appeal nearly all my results with my professors, and was mercifully granted extensions by all but one of them. (Which, if you’re out there Ronald: stub your toe and step on lego for the rest of eternity.) And then our Revolutionary Cultures prof. assigned a group project, and paired us at random with our classmates. And I knew, I knew I was just going to be a dead weight so I went to my new buddy and told them we should go to the profs office and ask for her to be switched to someone else who wasn’t just going to drag them down. And my new best buddy for the rest of the semester looked at me, looked at our assigned project, and very gently started to cry as she told me “I was just about to say the same thing to you,” and then tearfully told me her mum was dying, and the only reason she hadn’t dropped out to take care of her was because her mum wanted to see her graduate. She’d been given six months and we graduated in five. Provided we finished this class. And we were both out of appeals and leniency time.

It’s probably one of my most vivid memories from the whole college experience, just sitting on the floor of the Renaissance Lit corridor hugging someone who until a moment ago had been a relative stranger known only in passing, and trying to tell them it would be okay, we’d get the paper done. And we did. We scraped a C- together between the two of us and we managed to coast over the passing mark for the class and were allowed to graduate with abysmal but passing marks.

And I still think about her all the time. Especially when I wind up in group projects for work, and it feels like no one else is shouldering any of the burden, I make a note to reach out and say “hey, you don’t seem to be engaging with this much, are you okay?”

And a lot of the time it shocks people. They’re not expecting earnest concern for their lack of interest, and you find out things like their kid is sick, their dog just died, they’ve got health issues going on, or sometimes they just don’t know where to begin with the project and didn’t want to tell you that because they were frightened of being judged or perceived as lazy when they’re just overwhelmed.

And I honestly wish things like this were taught in team building exercises, cause that’s what group projects in school are. They’re supposed to be teaching you how to work well with others and achieve a common goal, while at the same time totally skipping over the fundamentals of human interaction and how to engage socially with others, and it’s fucking bullshit.