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So I went looking at Gordon Ramsay videos and found this and laughed for about 10 minutes.

What about a “slice of life” AU where everything is normal and unspectacular, no powers. And Frieza is Vegeta and Bulma’s lawyer. Vegeta really doesn’t like him because everytime he show up Vegeta has to sign a bunch of stuff. And keeps asking are they finished and Frieza says “No! This isn’t even my final form”.

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Romanticized vs. Realistic

as a member of Scotland I can confirm

Canada Romanticized:

Canada Realistic:



Wednesday 29th April 2015 @ 6:48 pm : Twitter : 0 Comments :

@theaveragefred @hyp3hat ha ha ha, so funny, such lolz *sobbing*


Wednesday 29th April 2015 @ 6:46 pm : Twitter : 0 Comments :

.@theaveragefred @hyp3hat was this the one time we were successful, or one of the many, many times we were rejected? :p


Wednesday 29th April 2015 @ 6:45 pm : Twitter : 0 Comments :

RT Fred Black @theaveragefred: In D.O.A Xtreme Beach Volleyball, me, @hyp3hat & @cerysjones try to gain a volleyball partner with diamonds

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Semper minimum ursi #waterbear #tardigrade


Need this on a tshirt

Wednesday 29th April 2015 @ 5:02 pm : Tumblr : 0 Comments :

Them: why are you angry?
Me: heteronormativity

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So everyone talks about Steve being able to wield Mjolnir and that’s cool and all, but a lot of people forget that Clint, in the comics, is one of the few people who can properly use Steve’s shield.

So…yes. Steve holds his hand out and accidentally catches Mjolnir and meanwhile Clint’s out of arrows and the shield lands near him so he just kind of says “fuck it” and picks up the shield and starts throwing it. And Thor kind of shrugs and just grabs the nearest thing to use as a weapon. Maybe tosses one of the bad guys at the other bad guys. Maybe tosses Tony at the bad guys. Something.

And later they all agree that was pretty fun.

It’s always fun to use Tony as a blunt instrument.

It really is:


Sunday 26th April 2015 @ 7:54 pm : Tumblr : 0 Comments :






People horrifically fucking up facts about evolution and genetics too support their stupid beliefs or to seem smart and “rational” is probably one of my big pet peeves 

Yeah. An enormous number of racists, misogynists, homophobes and transphobes I’ve met eventually whip out something about evolutionary biology and they never, ever, ever, ever have the slightest shadow of even a half-right idea what any of it means or ever cite a claim ever actually made by a scientific study.

Here’s a quick handy reference list or anyone who isn’t sure:

  • Homosexuality does exist in almost all social species.
  • “Alpha males” are not a real phenomenon and in fact the most aggressive males tend to be the least reproductively successful.
  • “Survival of the fittest” simply means that the success of a species hinges on how well it “fits” its environment. It does not mean that stronger or smarter individuals are supposed to succeed. Those things can even be a detriment in nature by wasting too many resources.
  • “Race” is not a biological concept. Someone who looks different from you has the same human genes, just a different grab-bag of dominant traits.
  • Evolution is not a march towards higher complexity, more intelligence or even more adaptability. It’s just a fluctuation of characteristics dictated by environmental pressures and mutation. A slime mold isn’t “less evolved” than a hawk, just adapted for success under different parameters.
  • People didn’t evolve “from apes.” It’s more complicated than that. We are a category of ape, sharing a common ancestor with the other apes.
  • No human on Earth is “closer” to an evolutionary ancestor than any other. We all descended from the same one.
  • Neanderthals were also a “sibling” species of ours. We didn’t evolve from them.
  • Some of us did, however, cross-breed with Neandethal man. It is exclusively non-African races, such as white people, who still carry hybrid human/Neanderthal genes. Whoops, sorry “white purity” skinheads, you’re actually mixed with a whole other species.

Just had to reblog this because I am honestly so tired of people claiming that Africans are “less evolved” than everyone else 

My addition to the above list:

Epigenetics does not have anything at all to do with genetic memories. It is a thing that affects characteristics like health risks, and this speculation floating around about how phobias could be related to some ancestral trauma is complete and utter nonsense.

It’s only a matter of time before such a claim is used as another pseudoscientific tool in the arsenal of people claiming that bloodlines have anything to do with the validity of one’s worship of European pantheons. “My ancestors were Swedish, and because of epigenetics I have genetic memories passed down from those ancestors, so therefore my connection with the gods is better than yours!”

Just, no. Stop. STOP.

gonna also chime in here:

saying the “male brain” works one way and the “female brain” works another way is ludicrous. for so many reasons, even beyond the obvious of imposing that tired old either/or mentality with regards to maleness and femaleness

occasionally you will read about how a study suggests that “men are naturally better at spacial reasoning” or “women are naturally better at cooperation”, but for one thing, given how early the brain wires itself and how easy it is to influence the wiring (like, disturbingly easy), and given the tremendous social expectations we face from pretty much the moment we leave the freaking womb, it’s impossible to study gender differences in a vacuum. 

like, do your findings prove that “women are better at reading faces”, or do they prove that, when you are part of a group that has been socialized since birth to be “nice”, to take care of other people, and to above all avoid making folks angry, you damn well have to learn how to read the room, and read it fast.

also, the “left brain, right brain” thing is bunk. there are not, like emotion-driven people and logic-driven people. everybody is primarily emotional. that circuitry is older and reacts much faster, and this is why nobody is immune from sometimes making wildly irrational decisions.


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“Why is Joss Whedon still treated like an authority on women in film and television?” #blogs #feedly


Saturday 25th April 2015 @ 4:00 pm : Twitter : 0 Comments :

There are many days where all I contribute to conversations are cats. I am fine with this.

thoughts on the friendzone

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when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors.  we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards.  he wasn’t the only one.  there was ben, and mitch, and noah—but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a girl and i’m a boy, shouldn’t we like each other?”

i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was

in the first grade there was rich and joseph and i got sent to detention with them almost every day with a smile on my face.  we built block towers and sang to my teacher’s lion king soundtracks when she’d turn the lights off during lunch time.  one day they got in a fist fight
over me at recess, and i wondered why they felt they needed to share my
friendship, like it was something they owned.

in the second grade zach and i played yu gi oh under our desks during
free time and i got moved for talking to him constantly.  everyone in
the class would tease him and i for talking, asking when we were going
to date already, asking him if he’d kissed me, and he stopped being my

when i was 11 i met a chubby boy with the name of a colour who wore
puffy vests and unwashed t-shirts, with greasy hair and bright blue eyes
and a smile that hid hurt behind it.  people didn’t like him because he
was silly, but i liked him, because i was also silly.  he became my
friend the day he bought me 5 giant roses and asked me to be his
girlfriend, and i politely declined but promised him i’d be his best
friend because i’d always wanted a best guy friend that stuck around.
we burnt our feet on the concrete during the summer and walked home
with the sunset silhouetting us.  he talked often about how he loved me,
but never blamed me for being me, even though he refused to move on.
that boy dyed his hair jet black and sat on the end of my bed playing
songs to me on guitar, and all that pent up rage from before didn’t show
until the first time he slapped me across the face and called me a dumb

in the 7th grade there was a boy named ryan who sat next to me on the
bus and talked to me about manga.  he’d ask me personal invasive
questions but i didn’t mind because it was attention and i liked
attention.  i was dating another guitarist with curly brown hair, one
who was much more kind-tempered than the other, and ryan mentioned how
much of an asshole he was every day.  i wondered, why, why does he think
the love of my life is an asshole?  but whenever i asked him, he just
told me, “girls only date assholes.  there’s no room for nice guys like

i wondered, if he was so nice, why did he say such mean things?

he never stopped with me, taking me to movies, hanging out with me,
you know.  being friendly.  i thought we were friends.  but then, how
many times had i thought that before?

how many times had i bonded with a boy, thought they got me, only for them to ask me if i wanted to make out?

how come when i told ryan i was coming out as a lesbian, he stopped
being my friend, and said “damnit, the one girl i really want to pound
into a mattress, and she’s only interested in chicks!”

there was a boy my junior year who stayed up all night with me until
the sun rose, talking about life, past loves, hopes, dreams.  beneath a
million twinkling stars spanning forever, he brushed long brown hair out
of his eyes and listened to me talk about the history that made me.
then he asked me if i’d ever consider dating a guy, and complained
about how he’d never get laid.

when i told him no a couple hundred times, he found new girls to listen to.

i would sit on the couch and play zelda with dakota, and he’d talk
about all my favourite games with me.  he was the closest thing to
support i had, and the letters and poems he wrote me were always so kind
and friendly.  but he’d put his arms around me on the couch, and no
matter how many times i told him i was uncomfortable, he’d still come
over every day and do it.

“don’t you know how it feels to love someone and not have them love
you back?  don’t you know what it feels like to be friendzoned?”

when i meet guys who talk about the friendzone, who talk about the
girls who don’t give “nice guys” like them i chance, i always want to
just say

when i was 10 years old i met a girl whose brown hair fell across her
shoulders and whos eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them, whose
voice was like velvet and whose scent was like mountain smoke, who made
me dizzier than a fly climbing a sugar hill.  and i’m 18 years old, and i
still love her, and she knows, and she doesn’t love me.

but my first thoughts upon hearing her rejection were not “what a
bitch,” were not “she just wants a douchebag and not a nice girl like
me!” were not “im going to keep pushing her until she dates me,”

they were

“she is the best friend i have ever had, and i am the best she’s ever had, and i would hate to take that away from her.”

so before you play the victim, mr. Nice Guy, before you angrily throw
your fedora on the ground and blame the girl you claim to adore so

put yourself in the shoes of a girl who thought she made a wonderful
friend, only to find out that he just wanted her for sex.  that he just
wanted her for a relationship.  a girl who was just an object to win, a
prize.  a girl who’s trust you’ve just shattered.

maybe she friendzoned you.  but you girlfriendzoned her, first.

This is really fucking important. Beyond relatable. Holy shit.

I always read this all the way through

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Amy the pig is ‘top dog’ in obedience class. [video] (photo via SeattleTimes)

Might have to do with the fact that pigs are smarter than dogs

look at her, she KNOWS it.

The dog to her right though


Does anyone else notice

Should I say something”

Saturday 25th April 2015 @ 2:40 pm : Tumblr : 0 Comments :


Watch: 70 actresses have teamed up to #MakeItFair because men should have it all, right?


Friday 24th April 2015 @ 5:08 pm : Tumblr : 0 Comments :


Laying in bed: *constructs perfect plot*

Standing in shower: *constructs perfect characters*

While driving: *constructs perfect setting*

Staring at blank page: “wut r werds.”

Friday 24th April 2015 @ 5:02 pm : Tumblr : 0 Comments :




we’re halfway thru april, u know what tht means?




Friday 24th April 2015 @ 5:01 pm : Tumblr : 0 Comments :



Forget the other answers, this is correct

There’s been a handful of pissy whiny men reblogging this and it’s funny every time

Wednesday 22nd April 2015 @ 3:29 pm : Tumblr : 0 Comments :

things i used to laugh at: jokes
things i laugh at now: take me to snurch


Monday 20th April 2015 @ 8:11 pm : Twitter : 0 Comments :

“The whirlpool of depression” #blogs #feedly