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It’s World Lion Day!

We can’t decide which we prefer, Patient Listener Lion or Annoying the French Lion?

13 Animals Made From 13 Circles

Inspired by the Twitter logo, which is made from 13 perfect circles, designer Dorota Pankowska, aka Dori, decided to give herself a design challenge:13 animals each made out of 13 circles! Dori is a photo grad/artist/designer from Toronto living in Paris.

You can see the full series here.

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technology related sensory memories from my childhood

sliding the metal cover on floppy disks

the slight resistance of inserting cassette and video tapes

ripping off the strips of holed paper off of dot matrix printer paper

rolling the wheel on a disposable camera to take another photo

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The heaviness and rubber texture of the roller ball in a computer mouse, and the little ring of lint

Unkinking the curly cord of a telephone while you talked

The -peww sound and slowly fading image of a crt monitor turning off, and then running your finger through the static on the dusty glass

The crunch of opening or closing a plastic Disney vhs cover

The sound effects in kidpix

Extending and collapsing metal antennas and using them as magic wands

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Manually rewinding cassette tapes by spinning them around my fingers

Playing with the rubber casing of the buttons on a Walkman–pulling them away, rotating them, slipping them from side to side on the stiff posts of the buttons

The audio and visual static at the end of a videotape

The satisfying thwap-thwap-thwap as you page through a well-filled CD sleeve book

How weird and small and light the first cordless phone felt

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Sticking your fingers into the holes of an older relative’s rotary phone they still have yet to replace, and pushing to get the dial to turn and the oddly-satisfying click-click-click to get to the right number.

The sheer loudness and weight of a typewriter: the loud clack! as keys struck paper, the high-pitched warning ding! at the end of the line, the whirring zip! of shoving the heavy carriage back to the start.

The blockiness of computer monitors and towers: huge boxes with sharp lines, cases a roughly textured matte beige.

Depressing the power buttons into the casing of various electronics - and if you didn’t push hard and deep enough, it wouldn’t turn on at all.

Turning the heavy handle on the inside of the car door, and the window lowering in soft jerks.

The weight of your parents’ camera and the strange milky brown of new film being installed before the back of the camera was shut with a soft click.

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The actual smell of the camera film.

The smell of the house after getting the first window-unit air conditioner. (It smelled like other people’s houses, not ours.)

The high-pitched, barely audible whine of the television tube.

The sound and feel of turning the TV dial really fast, past the empty channels (and it was faster for UHF than for VHF, since there were so many more UHF frequencies.)

E v e r y t h i n g about the slide projector–the back light when the man lamp isn’t on, the sound and feel of the fan, the motion and sound of the slides being pushed in and pulled out and the carousel advancing, the clunk when the direction is changed, and the glow of the images…

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The heavy feel of turning the film strip in class. That God awful BEEP.

that awful squeak when you used the new piece of chalk on the board.

spinning the dial of the radio to find the right station and the joy of finding some obscure station that you could only get if you fiddled with the knob just right.

A scratched CD skipping in the same place every time.

Placing the arm of the record player down, how sharp that needle could be.

The gargantuan effort of trying to turn the wheel of a car with no power steering.

the cracked, sharp, extremely hot vinyl seats of your parent’s van.

Watching the analog numbers flip on the pump at the self serve gas station.

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The heat expelled from the side of the teacher’s overhead projector and the smell of non-toxic transparency markers.

The gradual slowing of the Walkman as the batteries died.

Pulling a 5.25″ floppy disk out of a cloth-paper sleeve.

The heft of the gray, brick-like Gameboy and perching like a gremlin under a table lamp so you could actually see the screen.

The ksssshhhhh-boing-a-boing-a-beep-kssssssssh of the modem connecting.

Sticking your finger through the swinging silvery door of the coin return on a payphone and scooping forward to look for change.

Sliding the switch on the splitter from TV to AV to watch a movie.

Pressing your nose to the tv screen and seeing the tiny, tiny vertical bars of red, blue, and green

The smell and unnatural chill of freon when the car air conditioning came on.

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Happy Pride!

joannechocolat

Ten Ways To Get Your Kids Reading

1. Make sure your kids see YOU reading (and enjoying it). There’s no point expecting them to do something you don’t do yourself.

2. Read to your children regularly. Make it part of their bedtime routine. Reading together helps parents bond with their children, and later, it gives them a chance to discuss all kinds of problems and ideas.

3. Don’t be a teacher when you’re reading to your kids. Be an entertainer instead. Go ape on the funny voices. Make it fun for both of you.

4. Don’t be judgemental or preachy. Choose books that deal with topics that will really engage your child.

5. Don’t approach your child’s reading as you would their education. Reading isn’t about setting targets, or impressing your friends with your child’s reading age.

6. Read the first half of a story aloud, then allow yourself to be “interrupted”. Leave the book lying around. Ten to one they’ll pick it up…

7. Whatever your child chooses to read, support it. That goes for comics, fairy books, romance or fart jokes.

8. Don’t put your child under pressure. Reading should be a reward, never a punishment.

9. Don’t stop your child from re-reading books, or having you re-read them. It’s an important comfort mechanism.

10. Age banding is irrelevant. Gender is irrelevant. Reading age is irrelevant. Is your kid reading? Then they’re OK.

Lastly, NEVER take a book from your child. Whether it’s a “girl book”, a “boy book”, a silly book or MEIN KAMPF. Don’t be afraid they’ll be influenced in a negative way. Where children read widely, they’re very unlikely to be influenced by any single set of ideas. Instead, they’ll learn to question ideas, and more importantly, to think for themselves…

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Emma Lindström - Cosmic Compositions

26-year-old painter Emma Lindström creates colorful swirls of awesomeness using a combination of acrylic and spraypaint. Though the artist is from Sweden, her work feels as though it came from an entirely different galaxy. Her paintings are nothing short of celestial — though the colors change piece to piece, she maintains the same galactic visuals that transcends our Earthly imaginations.

When it all comes down to it, my main goal is obviously to evoke some kind of emotion. Hopefully you can find something in my work that speaks to your inner self and the light that resides there…no matter what emotion you might get, the important thing is just that you are feeling something.

For more of Lindström’s work, follow her on Instagram and visit her official website.

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if you’re having a bad day, here’s a cute little marching band

angelic-upstarts

this actually made me cry with joy also one of them is eating noodles

readsquirrel

It just keeps going and getting better. *^^*

involuntaryorange

Me two minutes ago: “cry with joy? an animation of cats playing instruments made someone cry with joy?”

Me now: (sobs into a tissue) “OH MY GOD THAT ONE IS PLAYING TWO RECORDERS AT THE SAME TIME” (blows nose)

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it’s a good thing i read people’s tags

i’m in tears i didn’t expect this to reach into the depths of my heart oh god

the joy and merriment and innocence and purity and

the baton twirling and ONE OF THEM PLAYS A HARP AND IT MAKES LITTLE HEARTS

goodbye

oleanderblossom

I’m convinced without a shadow of a doubt that this is the best video on the entire internet.

greentaleteller

The ones playing the flute(s) tho

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Unique Bookstore in China Offers Optical Illusion Experience of Endless Halls of Books

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Wow.

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Holy mother of L-Space.

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Billy and Arwel (x)

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@mid0nz

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#sherlock

butteryplanet

I went on a little hike in September and the sunset was magic. The book by the way is Dear Life by Alice Munro, so good!

How you guys have been doing? any good book suggestions? there’s a pumpkin soup and lots of hot beverage cinemagraphs to come soon, sorry for the delay with images, we’ve been busy with client work and then I felt generally tired from life

love you all,

Daria

#books

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it’s wonderful to see these altogether. @chrisriddellblog is amazing.

#reading #books #librarians

BBC Sherlock locations - photos taken during a trip to the UK to see London and Hamlet (August, 2015)

#sherlock #bbc sherlock #sherlock locations

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new aesthetic: kindcore

how to be kindcore

be nice to people

compliment people out of the blue

send people random asks telling them theyre great

draw random fanart for people

be patient when someone is having a rough time and lashing out

never assume anyone is truly bad

wilwheaton

I love this.

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PSA. Signal Boost. So Important.

This may seem like a surprising opinion coming from me, but all those posts repeating over and over and over and over and over and over and over again–largely regarding one particular, recently popular ship–that it romanticizes problematic behavior so that the “impressionable young girls” attracted to it will end up, after reading just a few of the fics, unable to distinguish love from abuse? They’re absolutely right. This is why someone, somewhere, should have stopped me from picking up that copy of Naked Lunch when I was fourteen years old, because now I can only get turned on by setting up a full-size executioner’s gallows in my bedroom and having a man in the corner eating plates of the recently snuffed lovers’ bodily fluids and the thing is, even as I write this, I don’t even understand that that might be wrong. That’s just how impressionable the flighty, wax-fragile, female mind is, especially when in the full flush of blooming youth, so you just be careful out there and really, it’s best not to let teenage girls have any contact with books or online fiction at all. It does so tend to confuse them. Actually, you know what, I’m not even writing this post, because some of my other favorite teenage books were the Gormenghast trilogy and Fuchsia/Steerpike and Fuchsia/Prunesquallor were my favorite spectacularly fucked-up ships and so I came away convinced that first I had to bone a doctor three times my age and then throw myself out a castle window after realizing my other new boyfriend had just murdered half my family, so that’s it, I’m dead. Take heed. Don’t read.

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I read Interview With The Vampire at 13, and immediately followed the directions at the end to find Lestat in New Orleans. I found him, an unfed vampire dressed in rags– they look pretty much like old bums when they don’t get enough blood. He bit my hand rather than my neck, but I’m pretty sure that made me immortal, so you know, it worked out for me.

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Me, too. Got super into IWTV and went to New Orleans; don’t think I’ve aged since then. At least not mentally.

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I read Flowers in the Attic at 13 and immediately became incestuously attracted to my hot older brother, which is so weird because I don’t even have a brother.

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I read all of the Clan of the Cave Bear books when I was young and impressionable. I am now a caveman.

roane72

I read Black Beauty when I was nine. I have been a horse ever since.

vulgarweed

One of my favorite books as a kid was My Side of the Mountain. I ran away from home and have been surviving alone in the wilderness ever since. I made my own wifi hot spot out of pine tree resin and owl pellets.

Oh, and I also read a lot of weird porn. It turned me into a person who writes a lot of weird porn. I think we can all agree that’s actually a win.

mojoflower

Yes. And from all the fairy tales, I am not only attracted to men who are ACTUALLY ROYALTY.

Plus the porn.

roane72

The thing about Tumblr that probably makes me saddest is the underlying assumption that women past a certain age (which seems to be about 25?) stop having any sort of outside interests beyond family/career/kids. Like, y’all are always so shocked that grown women have lives and can fangirl as hard as we did as teenagers.

It makes me sad not because it makes me feel old (although it does), but because these younger women are constricting their own lives–they fully expect that this will happen to them someday. Y’all deserve better. Y’all deserve to EXPECT better.

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And worse than that, the idea that there’s something WRONG with a grown woman who has other interests.

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^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

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One of the biggest things I realized growing up?

It doesn’t happen.

You expect somehow you will change when you are finally An Adult ™. You’ll stop enjoying the things you enjoy now for something more “adult” or “mature”. You’ll FEEL like an adult and not like a child anymore. You’ll feel comfortable and secure and not scared and unsure and confused. You expect you will feel like you have your shit together.

But I can tell you that it doesn’t happen. You’ll still feel like the “you” you were at 15 or 17 or 19.

You just have these…things to deal with. Like rent. And insurance.

You have a job either because a) you like it or b) it keeps the lights and internet on.

You’ll look up from fangirling one day and realize ‘shit. I am twenty eight years old. That’s almost 30!’. Or maybe it will be that you look down at the small child clasped around your legs and realize ‘that is my child. I have a child. A human being child.’ Or maybe it will be that you have to negotiate your budget around con tickets AND a mortgage payment.

Growing up isn’t a thing that happens.

It’s a realization that it doesn’t happen.

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Holy shit, y’all. There are some AMAZING responses to this post. Yes, everything alwayshometomarvel says. All that.

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Feeling like I wasn’t ‘adult’ enough fucked me up for years. I would cry at night and feel like a total piece of shit because I was married with a kid, and yet I still did ‘not adult’ things–I played MMOs, I cosplayed and went to conventions, I drew fan art and wrote fan fic. I kept waiting for the day that I would wake up and realize that what I really needed to be doing was the laundry, cleaning the house, making dinner every night, etc. Basically, be the ‘perfect’ wife and mother.

And somewhere between then and now, I somehow managed to tell myself…fuck it. I AM an adult. I go to work every day and pay the bills and help raise my son and take care of the house. I do legit adult things. AND I play MMOs, go to conventions, and participate in fandom. And THAT’S OKAY. I’m 32 years old now and finally at peace with that part of myself. (Having a supportive husband and kid doesn’t hurt either!)

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@malaysianfeminist

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All of this is such truth. Believing these things about growing up, and especially about being over 25? Really made it hard for me when I turned 30.

I was literally suicidal on my 30th birthday. I spent the whole day in tears. I felt like I had died and my life was now worthless and small and never going to be hopeful or full of promise or fun again. I felt like killing myself on my birthday because I bought into this lie that somewhere after your mid-twenties, you diminish as a woman because the only thing that made you alive and shiny was your youth.

I’m 31 one and I’m done with that shit. I’m over it. I don’t care if you think I’m too old for something. If I’m an old lady in tumblr terms, then I’m past the legal age where I’m obligated to care what you think.

So, I’m telling you girls out there right now who are in your teens and twenties, get rid of this idea of what older women are “supposed” to look like. Get rid of this idea that “soccer moms” don’t play video games or that all women over 25 should be married and contemplating kids. Get rid of the idea that fanfic and fandom and fun things are for “kids”.

Mostly, get rid of this notion that the only thing really valuable about you is your youth. Youth is part of life, but it’s not the most valuable or beautiful or exciting time of your life. I like my life at 30 about 1000% than I did at 15, 18, 20, even 25.

roane72

I’m glad you’re still here.

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Grownblr approves this message

thefandomdropout

I adore this post 🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾

brendaonao3

Jesus, all of this. Fandom life and fandom fun and PASSION for things doesn’t end at 25 or 30 or 40 or 50 - my mom still goes to as many concerts as she can (like, she goes to more live shows than I do) and is passionate about music and baseball (her chosen fandoms) at she’s 60 and a widow and a grandmother twice over. Youth isn’t your only bargaining chip and passions don’t die once you hit a certain age and it is OKAY to be an adult with adult responsibilities and also have fandom things you’re passionate about. (In fact, those are the things that make being an adult worth it. *g*)

frostyemma

So much of this is because American SOCIETY teaches women that 1) they’re pretty worthless to begin with and 2) whatever worth they might have ends at 25, maybe 30. So after 30, so far as the American majority culture is concerned, a woman might as well be dead. Or if she’s not dead, she’d better be focused on babies and housekeeping and fashion magazines, and nothing else.

The idea that women have ANY interests at all, past family and marriage, is just fucking MIND BLOWING to many. The idea that women might be interested in the same fannish things they were always interested in? Absurd.

twistedingenue

At work the other day, one of our visitors asked for out names and favorite hobby. All of the men had time-intensive hobbies and could easily name them. The women (besides the two of us without kids) all looked panicked and then mumbled something like “I like to read, maybe?” These women are awesome women. I know they have hobbies and things that they enjoy outside of raising their children, but you could see the sort of weird pressure there was to not admit that they wanted to do something other than raise their children.

roane72

Holy shit the NOTES this post has gotten. Take some time and read some of the responses if you get a chance. They’re AMAZING.

lizpelly

Most of us are raised to believe we will either find love in our first family (our family of origin), or, if not there, in the second family we are expected to form through committed romantic couplings, particularly those that lead to marriage and/or lifetime bondings. Many of us learn as children that friendship should never be seen as just as important as family ties. However, friendship is the place in which a great majority of us have our first glimpse of redemptive love and caring community. Learning to love in friendships empowers us in ways that enable us to bring this love to other interactions with family or with romantic bonds.

bell hooks, all about love (via lizpelly)