1. icomefromdownworld:

    inquinate:

    jooshbag:

    mojave-red:

    weaponizedhorse:

    soloontherocks:

    zukosgay:

    is germany okay

    oh scheiße

    @devilinhighheels

    Gettin holy with the lord

    Jesus Billed for Ceiling Damages

    @icomefromdownworld

    I love this video so much

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  2. icomefromdownworld:

    inquinate:

    khnum-khufu-seti:

    A friend: gay witchcraft isn’t gonna be able to fix this

    Me, a gay witch: *gathering my incense and candles* like hell it isn’t

    @icomefromdownworld

    There was no need to call me.out publicly like this

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  3. https://caffinefreek.deviantart.com/art/Japanese-Spring-2016-12-601508291
    https://caffinefreek.deviantart.com/art/Japanese-Spring-2016-13-601508623

    phantastrophe:

    Kamiyone Park, Mimata, Japan | Photographer: caffinefreek

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  4. catthefearless:

    nursejames334:

    mypsychology:

    Ψ   For more interesting psychology posts like this, follow @mypsychology   ♥  Ψ  

    All so very true.

    LOVE these!!

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  5. sixpenceee:

    Mental illnesses or disorders sketched by Shawn Coss for Inktober. 

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  6. thecreach:

    how-to-be-a-sad-bitch:

    kathereal:

    tastefullyoffensive:

    “Moooom! …can you get my toy for me?” (via qoolove520)

    The baby yell

    She’s such a patient mom

    That’s one of the most adorable things I’ve ever seen.

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  7. angryschnauzer:

    freckledai:

    daybreak96:

    little-miss-stan:

    elegantmess100:

    blossombarnes:

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    reddobastard:

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    youcangofindatree:

    moremetalthanyourmom:

    Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move

    Gotta try it

    I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with.

    Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path.

    Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!”

    I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way.

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    Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze.

    Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note.

    I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston.

    I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible.

    Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America.

    WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA

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    Originally posted by soldieronsteve

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    Originally posted by theimpossibleg1rl

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    Originally posted by jlstreck

    It’s called the Murder Strut.

    IT’S BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldn’t find it. I’m so glad IT’S BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!!

    A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post.

    This post went from Scientific to Feminist to Educational to HILARIOUS!

    #make men get the fuck out of the way 2k17

    I do this now. Stand my ground. Men look flabberghasted that i wont move out of the way. The most annoying thing is when i’m walking along holding Superpups hand (he’s 2.5 years old), and people walk right up to us and expect to go between us… so for me to let go of my toddlers hand for the sake of them. One person i actually had to put my free hand out and onto their chest to block the person to stop before they ploughed into us.

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  8. mewsiex:

    feng-shui-of-the-potatoes:

    woodelf68:

    ednursey:

    theoffensivemomma:

    stardustandswirls:

    me to the demon in the corner of my room: ain’t u got shit to do

    He’d been lurking about for days now, this shadow thing. It used to scare me, terrify me straight into insomnia. But it had just stood there the whole time. Now it seemed part of the furniture, if I’m being honest.


    I started talking to it. Probably not my best idea, I’ll give you that, but it’s not like I had anyone else around. I would tell it about my day as I readied for bed. Jeff was a dick at the meeting this morning. Had the best hot dog off the best cart in the city for lunch. SIX reports due by Friday? Kellen must be trying to kill me. I even wished it good night. And it just stared, with its glowing red eyes.


    One night, I had to stay late at the office. Really late. Remember those six reports? They turned into fifteen. And if I didn’t get them done for this major client, it was my head on the HR guillotine. So I stayed late. I ended up crashing on the sofa in the break room and woke up to more work on my desk. That was Thursday morning. I had to get this all done by Monday.


    On Friday night, around ten, I decided to go home and get some real sleep before going back to the office to finish this insane task. And then I felt it. Something was here with me and it wasn’t the janitor.


    I looked in the corner and there were those eyes again, surrounded by shadow. I sighed. I really didn’t have time for this, not here.


    “Ain’t you got shit to do?” I snapped, walking to the break room for yet more coffee. So much for going home to sleep.


    A growling sound, then a deep, rasping voice said, “I miss you.”


    I stopped. “What do you mean, you miss me? Aren’t you a demon or something?”


    “You didn’t come home. I’ve been worried. What are you doing here?”


    We’d never conversed like this. It was almost comforting, like a friend would be.


    “I’m working, man. I’ve got a big client coming on Monday and Kellen put all these damn reports on my desk and if I don’t get them done, I’m probably gonna get fired.” I ranted as I took off my tie and ran my fingers through my hair.


    The demon paused, thinking. It moved slowly around the room, taking it all in.


    “Do you want me to eat Kellen?” it suddenly asked.


    I laughed, “No, don’t eat Kellen. It’s not really his fault.”


    “Then what shall I do?”


    I sighed and considered. What could a shadow demon do to help me?


    “Do you know anything about graphic design and marketing?”


    It paused its roaming. “I ate an artist’s soul, once.”


    “Good enough. Just sit behind me and tell me what looks good.”



    On Monday morning, the company landed the client, I got a raise, and arranged it so I could work from home two days a week. We moved to a bigger flat two months later. It makes cinnamon pancakes on Saturdays.

    I love this honestly

    “I ate an artist’s soul, once.”

    “Good enough.”

    ^^^ mood

    Satan, whenever you’re ready, I could use a friend to bounce ideas off of too. 

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    1. me: I should do laundry
    2. my brain: you should die
    3. me: touché
     
  9. bigwordsandsharpedges:

    bluefist:

    trinityice:

    voidethered:

    weloveshortvideos:

    found the next spiderman

    i love that the next logical step for this guy goes “hmm, can’t quite reach the next handhold” to “flip upside down”

    WHAT

    that guy ain’t even wearing climbing shoes what the actual fuck

    This is an Indian parkour master named Jyoti Raju.

    He goes by the nickname “Monkey King”, and performs acrobatic feats for any tourists visiting the ruins of the Chitradurga Fortress. 

    (Source: weloveshortvideos.com, via spongebobssquarepants)