Grah

Makin' Latex: RIP, Matt.

kinkengineering:

Archean and the staff at Kink Engineering are sad to report that Mad_Scientist (Matt) passed away on May 23rd, 2012, at the age of 35. His death was accidental. He was a great friend, a brilliant mind, and an exceptional lover.

Matt was awesomely creative and scientifically curious. His first…

GIFs of people having bouncy sex amuse hell outta me.
“Breath! Goddamit, breath!”

GIFs of people having bouncy sex amuse hell outta me.

“Breath! Goddamit, breath!”

(via inspiredwarriorkitten)

“How many vegetarian platters will you want for the banquet?”
doctorwho:

The Doctor at The BAFTAs

“How many vegetarian platters will you want for the banquet?”

doctorwho:

The Doctor at The BAFTAs

(Source: when-time-froze)

I’ll trim the hedges. You start weeding the garden. Then we’ll enjoy a nice iced tea.
mollypopgirl:

I would play the shit out of this game!

I’ll trim the hedges. You start weeding the garden. Then we’ll enjoy a nice iced tea.

mollypopgirl:

I would play the shit out of this game!

(Source: e-darkangel, via explodedsoda)

It’s like a game of Spot the Boobies.

showslow:

Korean artist Kim Joon explores the human skin as an extension of canvas and tattoos as a manifestation of human desire.

(via inspiredwarriorkitten)

laughingalonewithklingon:

dylaneatsrainbows:

ralphdgamf:

starkidwholived:

kimburrit0:

I was helping my little brother
Where the fuck does jack come from

That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.  

You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?

oh my god i am dying

 #i am jack’s uncounted stickers

If you’d gone to an affluent white school, you would have heard the story of Jack and the Three Stickers and you’d be able to pass that Ivy League entrance exam.

laughingalonewithklingon:

dylaneatsrainbows:

ralphdgamf:

starkidwholived:

kimburrit0:

I was helping my little brother

Where the fuck does jack come from

That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.

I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.  

You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?

oh my god i am dying

 #i am jack’s uncounted stickers

If you’d gone to an affluent white school, you would have heard the story of Jack and the Three Stickers and you’d be able to pass that Ivy League entrance exam.

(via explodedsoda)

lacigreen:

2 years ago, I weighed 162 pounds.  Today I weigh 126.

I didn’t lose the weight by hating myself down to a size 4.  Not through dieting, not through crazy amounts of exercise, not through calorie counting, or purging.

I lost 35 pounds by learning to love and take care of my body.  I realized that part of loving myself is giving my body what it needs.  I changed my diet to include mostly plants, I cut out soda and fought hard against my addiction to sugary/fatty foods.  I began to see food as fuel and to use it as such.  I also made sure my body was in motion for at least 1 hour everyday, and these days I am even working on becoming physically stronger.  I knew that my old eating/exercise habits would not suit me as I began to age.  I knew that I wasn’t treating my body well.

When I truly began to love it, it took a new shape.  I loved my old shape.  I love my new shape.  I love it all because I love me! x)

A-fucking-men.

I was just watching Ricky Gervais’ stand-up comedy.  He gets a lot of minutes out of fat people and the message is, “You’re fat because you’re greedy and you eat too much.”  The part that bothers me isn’t that he’s mean — it’s that he’s so freekin’ wrong.

I don’t know any fat person who hasn’t tried eating less.  Hey, if that worked, who would be fat?

I changed my diet to include mostly plants, I cut out soda and fought hard against my addiction to sugary/fatty foods.

There it is.  It’s not rocket science.  

Most of what we eat is not even a food.  It’s stuff that you could not even digest in its raw state, processed so that you can stay alive eating it.  In some cases, like high fructose corn syrup, it’s more of an addictive drug than a food.  All the while, your body is saying, “Oh, there’s no food!  I should store up fat to get through this famine!”

But, we live in a world where industry is trying to feed the most people with the least effort. Over-processed poverty-chow that ships cheap, with a freekishly long shelf life is the American staple.  Add a powerful dairy and beef lobby and the government practically mandates hamburgers — threatening you with that terrible “protein deficiency”.  Go outside and see how many people you can count who aren’t getting enough protein.

(via explodedsoda)

Aware of this imbalance, I asked my husband how he felt about our situation.

“What?” he said, blinking vaguely.

“How do you feel about me earning more than you?” I asked.

“Er, really glad we can buy food, and stuff?” he replied, looking confused.

“It doesn’t make your penis drop off?”

“No, that’s leprosy,” he said. “You’re confusing ‘your wages’ with leprosy. Leprosy is the only thing that makes a man’s penis fall off.

—Caitlin Moran (via praiseisdefiance)

(via maggieblueberry)

Shipping

  • I've learned a new word today: Shipping. Rather than having anything to do with big boats or the transportation of goods, this is a shortened verb version of relationshipping.
  • Some fangirls like to extrapolate the livestyles of superheros beyond defeating evil and also include stuff like going out for wafflecones or putting Mentos in diet Coke or taking naps together.
  • My tumblr feed has been a firehose of shipping since the Avengers movie came out. I thought it was amusing. But, now I find out that some fanboys are being dicks about it.
  • There'll always be a certain percentage of fanboys who are dicks. However, I think many of them just parroting that they saw on the internet and don't know better. The girls'll set them a'right, I'm sure. All the people in my tumblr followers list are cool, so I got no preaching.
  • Now I'm going to go try to figure out why my Drupal Organic Groups feed is not listing content. I think it's a bug.