zingoogniz:

People usually only include the first 2 panels

zingoogniz:

People usually only include the first 2 panels

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lady-redrum:

wasthatnotsideblog:

just gonna say this: if someone has social anxiety and they ask you something akin to ‘are you mad at me’ or ‘do you hate me’, it isn’t because they don’t trust you, it’s because their brain literally tells them that all the time

it’s not a personal slight, it’s insecurity caused by mental illness

thanks

TAKE NOTE.

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hula-chili-soup:

is your heart supposed to pound for ten minutes straight after you answer one question in class

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Anonymous Asked:
Oh wow, I forgot I sent that question. Huh. Now I'm curious again, wouldn't you?

koryos:

I’m assuming this is spider-fucking anon, and I think that the initial issue would be in finding a spider large enough to fuck (and obtaining informed consent, yada yada).

Also you’d have to agree to have spider sex the traditional way, which would require you (if in possession of a penis) to ejaculate, nicely wrap up the sperm, and then carefully place it in the female spider’s genital opening. If you want to go for that extra-special touch, you could then flip your body up against her mouth so that she can start eating you while your fist is still crammed into her orifice. I hear the ladies like that. But hey, that’s up to you.

If you are in possession of female genitals instead, you would need to allow a male carrying sperm in his pedipalps get awfully close to your sacred batcave. Some ladies like to show their appreciation to the menfolk by contracting down so that the pedipalp gets lovingly torn off and semi-permanently jammed inside themselves.

Most of the time, if you’re a female having sex with a spider, you won’t need to worry about getting eaten (unless you are a blood-drinking jumping spider). Males do face a slight risk, especially if they are smaller and/or slower, and/or the female is feeling more hungry than receptive. Then again, some male (redback) spiders are all about getting murdered and eaten during intercourse.

It’s whatever you’re comfortable with, really.

jaegercraven:

legolokiismighty:

sizvideos:

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i would be fucking pissed. thats hundreds of dollars

This really pisses me off. One, like the previous comment, that’s hundreds of dollars just shredded right there. Secondly, the kid is autistic (I can easily tell, my mother is a psychologist and I’m also autistic) and the father just took away something mentally stimulating to him that could very well give him a good job (if something is pretty stimulating to someone with autism, they tend to be very good at it like the kid said).

bekutaa:

xekstrin:

THE LITERAL BEST COMIC IVE EVER READ IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

THE FORESHADOWING OMG

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theclericsdiary:

charlottelabouff:

wonderfulhighschoollife:

Whenever someone refers to the gay community as “queer folk” I imagine us all like woodland sprites, we are the queer folk community, we are born of flowers and fairy dust, we are destroying the sanctity of marriages and corrupting children

image

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mccoydarling Asked:
Please talk forever about Helen and ancient greek you are so enpoint

professorfangirl:

elucipher:

in the iliad helen speaks the last lament for hector. the only man in troy who showed her kindness is slain—and now, helen says, πάντες δέ με πεφρίκασιν, all men shudder at me. she doesn’t speak in the iliiad again.

homer isn’t cruel to helen; her story is cruel enough. in the conjectured era of the trojan war, women are mothers by twelve, grandmothers by twenty-four, and buried by thirty. the lineage of mycenaean families passes through daughters: royal women are kingmakers, and command a little power, but they are bartered like jewels (the iliad speaks again and again of helen and all her wealth). helen is the most beautiful woman in the world, golden with kharis, the seductive grace that arouses desire. she is coveted by men beyond all reason. after she is seized by paris and compelled by aphrodite to love him against her will—in other writings of the myth, she loves him freely—she is never out of danger.

the helen of the iliad is clever and powerful and capricious and kind and melancholy: full of fury toward paris and aphrodite, longing for sparta and its women, fear for her own life. she condemns herself before others can. in book vi, as war blazes and roars below them, helen tells hector, on us the gods have set an evil destiny: that we should be a singer’s theme for generations to come—as if she knows that, in the centuries after, men will rarely write of paris’ vanity and hubris and lust, his violation of the sacred guest-pact, his refusal to relent and avoid war with the achaeans. instead they’ll write and paint the beautiful, perfidious, ruinous woman whose hands are red with the blood of men, and call her not queen of sparta but helen of troy: a forced marriage to the city that desired and hated her. she is an eidolon made of want and rapture and dread and resentment.

homer doesn’t condemn helen—and in the odyssey she’s seen reconciled with menelaus. she’s worshipped in sparta as a symbol of sexual power for centuries, until the end of roman rule: pausanias writes that pilgrims come to see the remains of her birth-egg, hung from the roof of a temple in the spartan acropolis; spartan girls dance and sing songs praising one another’s beauty and strength as part of rites of passage, leading them from parthenos to nýmphē, virgin to bride. cults of helen appear across greece, italy, turkey—as far as palestine—celebrating her shining beauty; they sacrifice to her as if she were a goddess. much of this is quickly forgotten. 

every age finds new words to hate helen, but they are old ways of hating: deceiver and scandal and insatiate whore. she is euripides’ bitchwhore and hesiod’s kalon kakon (“beautiful evil”) and clement of alexandria’s adulterous beauty and whore and shakespeare’s strumpet and proctor’s trull and flurt of whoredom and schiller’s pricktease and levin’s adulterous witch. her lusts damned a golden world to die, they say. pandora’s box lies between a woman’s thighs. helen is a symbol of how men’s desire for women becomes the evidence by which women are condemned, abused, reviled.  

but no cage of words can hold her fast. she is elusive; she yields nothing. she has outlasted civilisations, and is beautiful still. before troy is ash and ruin she has already heard all the slander of the centuries; and at last she turns her face away—as if to say: i am not for you

holy fuck

"Your mother did not raise you with a wolf in your chest so you could howl over losing a man."

read this on here today and i haven’t stopped thinking about this quote since (via pluiedem)

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tony-the-intelligent-goon:

ashiibaka:

Science.

I can’t tell what my favorite part is, but it’s either
scientists wasting budget and time to see if ants count their steps
the idea to put ants on stilts
there had to be a guy who made ant stilts and put them on the ants
confused ants

tony-the-intelligent-goon:

ashiibaka:

Science.

I can’t tell what my favorite part is, but it’s either

  • scientists wasting budget and time to see if ants count their steps
  • the idea to put ants on stilts
  • there had to be a guy who made ant stilts and put them on the ants
  • confused ants

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phorusrhacids:

a letter to cis people:

please take one or two weeks to explore gender if you havent already. follow some trans blogs, look at the archives, learn new words, call yourself trans and see how it feels. try on some new genders to see which one fits you best dont just be stuck with a gender that kind of fits but not quite. gender is an adventure that everyone should know

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unitedstatesoftony:

im a social vegan

i avoid meet

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emir-dynamite:

sharkchunks:

iandsharman:

notahoe:

my type of public transportation 

“Why were you late in today?”
“Oh, I got tied up on the subway…”

I was always 50/50 on whether to reblog this but the last comment pushed it to like 95/5 in favor.

"What’s our stop?"
"You’ll get off when I tell you to."

emir-dynamite:

sharkchunks:

iandsharman:

notahoe:

my type of public transportation 

“Why were you late in today?”

“Oh, I got tied up on the subway…”

I was always 50/50 on whether to reblog this but the last comment pushed it to like 95/5 in favor.

"What’s our stop?"

"You’ll get off when I tell you to."

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