judedeluca:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

wetmetal:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

queer-musician:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

just-artist-thoughts:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

i gave my sister $100 for her bday, but i gave it to her in $1 bills that i folded into origami. so that’s how she pays for delivery food & now the pizza girl thinks she’s a stripper

You’re really good at origami holy sh

i learned it specifically to make these for this exact situation 

Aren’t you the same bitch that gave your sister $100 dollars in nickels?

same bitch

Yeah, neither of these things happened 👍🏼

listen here my good hoe, i can’t find photos of the 2000 nickels or the 20 stars, but i did not spend weeks planning meticulously inconvenient birthday gifts over a period of years just to get whaled on by internet gremlins. here is some equally compelling evidence for an anecdote i was saving for later:

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it weighed 68.6 lbs

This is the 100 Star. Reblog to receive cash in unexpected ways.

firebirdscratches:

twinkrightsactivist:

charlesoberonn:

Norwegian prisons are nicer than my apartment.

holy shit dude

I was really shocked by this and dubious, so I decided to read further. There’s a great article about this here: http://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-35813470

As it turns out, this is more like a halfway house. Prisoners usually begin their term in a prison more like one we’d typically recognize – bars on the windows, locked in their cells. But the emphasis there is on successful reintegration into society. 

As their sentence progresses, with good behavior, they can move into a facility more like this, where their freedoms are still restricted, but they can do things like network with people outside of prison, search for employment, cook and clean and look after themselves, and begin making plans for their reintegration into society. 

As a result, Norway has one of the lowest rates of recidisvism. 20% as opposed to America’s 76%. 

It seems like a shocking idea to us because of where and how we live, but apparently, Norwegians are addressing the real problem. When you take people who can’t function well in society, and then…help them do that?…they….do. Without the crime-ing. 

incandescent-creativity:

whatsanwritepocalae:

writingisfancylying:

How do you write creepy stories

  • Over describe things
  • Under describe things
  • Fingers, teeth, and eyes
  • Short sentences in rapid succession build tension
  • Single sentence paragraphs build dread
  • Uncanny valley=things that aren’t normal almost getting it right
  • Third person limited view
  • Limited explanations
  • Rot, mold, damage, age, static, flickering, especially in places it shouldn’t be
  • Limited sights for your mc -blindness, darkness, fog, refuse
  • Real consequences
  • Being alone -the more people there are, the less scary it is
  • Intimate knowledge, but only on one side

I don’t know I just write scary things but I don’t know what I’m doing.

Rule of Thumb: your reader’s imagination will scare them more than anything you could ever write. You don’t have to offer a perfectly concrete explanation for everything at the end. In fact, doing so may detract from your story.

luckydreaming:

luckydreaming:

luckydreaming:

luckydreaming:

More and more people who have had their dance moves stolen by fortnite are coming out saying how pissed they are by it. Especially since there’s nothing giving them credit and no royalties from the ones they’re selling.

Sources.

Let’s be real. Nothing new about companies profiting off of shit black people create without giving any credit. I still play fortnite but they are wrong.

Since this is actually getting notes please reblog this version showing proof so people can know that these people aren’t happy at all and we can at least give them credit for their creations.

yashas-strong-arms:

anglefishy:

shadow-bender6:

I’ll never forget when my 8th grade English teacher wouldn’t let a girl go to the bathroom and he saw the tampon in her hand and goes “oh so you were trying eat candy with out sharing with the rest of us, go ahead open it and share with everyone” and she looked so embarrassed so she responds with “I can’t open it now and share the candy because it’s a tampon for my bleeding vagina” and my teacher just stared at her in horror as she left the room.

Realigning for the tampon story

Back when I was in high school, one time some boys in my class did a presentation on “the innate differences between boys and girls”, and near the end the girls and the boys in the class each had to nominate someone for a secret thing. The girls picked me.

Then they made me arm wrestle the dude who got picked by the boys.

And guess what? I won, because at the time I was rock climbing and doing martial arts and playing tennis almost every day of the week, and that thoroughly wrecked the presentation’s conclusion, which was supposed to be “boys are stronger than girls and that’s just a fact” and these dudes didn’t know how to recover from me smashing that expectation.

It’s still one of my proudest moments.