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vivzie-pop:

theotherwesley:

Me getting up in the morning like 

Hittin’ the keyboard like

Friends comin’ online like



DID YOu SEE tHE THINGg MY GOD

reblogging cause this seems strangely accurate

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raideo:

professorfangirl:

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.
Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.
Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.
The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.
I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.
The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.
So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.
Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.
Fucking wasps.

I tried to reblog this with a witty tag, but Tumblr took it as serious advice:


my grandma’s house back home has 3 apple trees and various other fruit trees on the premises and I can absolutely vouch for this it’s hilarious.

raideo:

professorfangirl:

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.

Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.

Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.

The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.

I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.

The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.

So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.

Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.

Fucking wasps.

I tried to reblog this with a witty tag, but Tumblr took it as serious advice:

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my grandma’s house back home has 3 apple trees and various other fruit trees on the premises and I can absolutely vouch for this it’s hilarious.

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videntefernandez:

jinn0uchi:

dendropsyche:

OKAY so i just saw the most ridiculous thing at the store today

so we come across this thing

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and we discover you can turn it inside out and

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ITS HELLO KITTY I’Mimage

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HSE’S EVEN GOT HER OWN LITTLE CHICKEN DRUMSTICK IM SO DONE

why the fuck

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relevant

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koujakus-boyfriend:

sossidge:

me 11:59 September 30th

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me 12:00 October 1st

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it’s not even october and 90% of tumblr is like the second gif

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I remember I explained I don’t get why some people don’t have “thicker skin” to my dad, who is the most selfish, simple minded, conceited person I’ve ever met in real life, and I tried to explain it to him without making it clear I meant people like him. That was fun.

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hollowfieddespair:

They called it the Nintendo 3DS because they made me buy it 3 times.

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toxickappa:

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This is still relevant, and it’s exactly all I think of when I hear “Trigger”. That and Chrono Trigger. Also, I think I originally intended this post to be a “click more” but eh.

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Someone I’m following had an outburst about the dumb shit tumblr does, and it makes me want to do that, but I try to stay in the middle ground of shit like this. Granted, “tw: skin” makes me severely depressed.

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bogleech:

What people need to get about representation in video games is that it doesn’t take effort to do. None. You don’t actually need to model different clothes or anything. You don’t need to bring in a physicist to explain how tits bounce. You don’t need to take a course in how to write a character “female” or “black.” People in real life can wear any kind of outfit, have any kind of personality and literally any body type and still be any gender or race. It’s not rocket science.

That’s why it frustrates people that human protagonists are overwhelmingly white dudes even as the industry churns out monumentally diverse and complex worlds, weapons and monsters. Determining the race and gender of a main character is barely more involved than deciding where one realistically rendered tree stump is going to go.

Look at Portal. The fact that the protagonist is female never actually comes into play. She’s just a character, like any other player character, who happens to be a woman. That’s all people want. Just more of that. Nobody even wants to “ban” or “take away” characters like Bayonetta, they just want to see more Chells in place of Solid Snake Ripoff #450

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danyisnotonfire:

anne-ominous:

From what I recall the guy burning it is a model who had to wear that shirt for a shoot, and once it was done he burned the stupid thing.

now that is a cool story

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hazeldeeznuts:

snerkflerks:

sleeping-horizontally:

holdingmythoughtsinmyheart:

what a beautiful person

And to the introverted theatre kids, public speakers with social anxiety, and florists with allergies. 

Somewhere in the distance, Beethoven’s ghost is applauding.

my love for this post reaches no limits

hazeldeeznuts:

snerkflerks:

sleeping-horizontally:

holdingmythoughtsinmyheart:

what a beautiful person

And to the introverted theatre kids, public speakers with social anxiety, and florists with allergies. 

Somewhere in the distance, Beethoven’s ghost is applauding.

my love for this post reaches no limits

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michael-7123:

manearion:

ribstongrowback:

needs-more-pony:

mandopony:

fire-blast-pegasus:

ohsocialjustice:

A very good way of going about explaining this issue. It’s good to see something positive come from Tumblr.

REBLOG THE SHIT OUT OF THIS.

And the reblog button was hit so quickly that it actually was reblogged BEFORE it was clicked

Will always reblog this.

I just like being girly. But what I like more, is having people noticing without minding. Just the fact that they’re aware of what I am and want to be without seeing anything but god old little me makes me happy, and most importantly, comfortable.

I literally never, ever reblog these sort of posts, but this one is going up, since it’s pretty much one of the few who nails it all the way!

This is what feminism SHOULD be about. And it still is for a lot of people, but not enough of them on this site.

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