the social acceptability of bacon culture vs. the hatred of pumpkin spice culture
this is an example of misogyny. because male interests are always cool and female interests are always shameful.
is this a serious post? or is this suppose to be a parody?
I can no longer tell
bacon “culture” pumpkin spice “culture”
Do girls not like bacon? ~ Mulan
No one screams at me about needing their bacon whatever “LIEK NOW” but they do about pumpkin. Also I’m pretty sure girls crack as many jokes about pumpkin stuff as men.
That first image is an edit of HUGZzz by Irene Strychalski. She’s improved tremendously in the past nine years, and you can see her current work on her tumblr, reniedraws! She has done backgrounds for Archer and Unsupervised, backgrounds and character designs for Chozen, and pencils and inks for issue #1 of Deadpool Family. She’s currently making a webcomic called Shaman Child. Here’s some of her current art:
As for the anime girl in the plaid skirt, I braved the hellscape that is early ‘00s anime websites, exploring endless gif-covered Gaia pages and vampire-filled roleplay forums, traveling across seas of unsourced DeviantArt edits and low-res hentai, to discover that she is an original character by Hiro Suzuhira. She has done work for Shuffle!, Ef: A Tale of Melodies, Akikan!, Phantom Breaker, and We Without Wings, among many others, and she is also a prolific freelance illustrator. Here are some examples of her art:
Me on the 8th of September: I can’t come to work tomorrow
Work: Why?
Me: I will be emotionally comprised and unable to undertake my duties of which potentially life threatening complications may arise due to the nature of my work in healthcare
me at work all day pretending to be like a normal human being but really inside its like MY HEART IS BEING STUNG BY A THOUSAND TINY PATRICK WEEKES SHAPED DAGGERS
me running out the lecture hall after class
ME AFTER RIDING MY BIKE HOME FROM WORK AND GETTING OUT OF MY SWEATY CLOTHES TO SIT AT MY COMPUTER
So basically new dlc and I’m getting all my hw done a week in advance to accommodate for this nonsense
When my mobile scrolling slows and gets choppy I know I’m about to see a huge ass unsnipped argument. They should have an automatic read-more cutoff applied after a certain threshold is reached.
You mean you don’t like your dash to look like a prison cell of grey bars while your finger cramps from so much scrolling?
So because elves are Magic they don’t get cold like Legolas was hopping on snow drifts without proper shoes even. but Elrond is half human so what if he gets… chilly. Like not hypothermia or anything, but chilly like you wish you had brought a jacket. And the other elves see Elrond shiver like one time and flip the fuck out and just imagine:
long term goal: 108 years old, isolated from society, referred to by the children of nearby village folk only as “the crone,” holding a sword at all times
“Wow, I can’t believe I actually have money for once!! I’m going to set this aside in case I need emergency car repairs, this is to save up for a tablet, this will be for school supplies…”
So i almost got into an accident with some deer tonight. A whole family ran in front of my car.
The worst part?
I saw the first deer staring at me from the side of the road and out loud I said,
“Doe, don’t do it.”
i have so many giant tshirt dresses that are supposed to look cute when i dont feel like putting on a real outfit but i actually just look like im wearing a huge potato sack when i wear them
I bought a dress like that from Forever21 and now I’m not sure how I feel about it because it’s an XS but idk if it’s supposed to look so gigantic on me or not
Try wearing it with a belt or sash to accentuate your waist! It dresses it up and is also more flattering. Plus you can make the belt as tight or loose as you want.
During a high school production of Beauty and the Beast, where I was
assistant costumer and assistant prop master, our director decided that
we needed to spice up Gaston’s introduction. You know: in the movie,
when Lefou runs in trying to catch the duck/goose that Gaston has just
shot out of the sky?
Originally, the actors were going to stroll
on stage with our Lefou hauling in the really neat (and real!)
taxidermied deer head that we had found in a local thrift store. Now,
two days before opening night, our director wants Lefou to run in from
off stage and catch a stuffed duck that Gaston has just shot. This, of
course, requires two things to work properly as a scene: a gunshot
noise, and a stuffed duck.
The gunshot noise, we had covered.
Blue-collar, redneck school? Guns a plenty to record. The stuffed duck?
Harder than you might have thought to obtain.
Three hunting
stores, two taxidermists, and one Pet Supply Store ™, I’d finally found a
semi-realistic pheasant squeaky toy. What follows is an account of the
ways this dog toy managed to be the nightmare prop of the six show run.
Opening
Night: The stagehand, who was supposed to drop the bird from the
ceiling catwalk, missed his cue and didn’t drop the it. Lefou’s actor
rolls with it and does an excellent job of looking around foolishly
before getting cuffed upside the head by Gaston. The stagehand then
drops the bird squarely on Gaston’s head. Cue laughter.
Saturday
Matinee: Different stagehand throws the bird instead of dropping it and
beans Lefou directly in the face with the prop. Lefou falls over. Cue
laughter.
Saturday Night: Bird is missing during curtain call.
Director hauls the deer head down from it’s place on the tavern wall and
tells Gaston and Lefou to revert to the old blocking i.e. no gunshot,
no bird, just walk in with trophy. During Gaston and Lefou’s
conversation, gun shot sound goes off and a stagehand throws the bird
onto the stage…from the wrong side of the stage. Lefou and Gaston stare
at it in awkward silence for a solid thirty seconds before Lefou makes
off-script, subtle joke about Gaston’s gun going off late instead of
early. Cue adults in the audience laughing.
Sunday Matinee:
Director begs the stagehands to get the cue right at least once. Gunshot
and bird prop go off without a hitch. Lefou accidentally catches the
prop when it falls from the catwalk. He’s so startled that he caught it
that Gaston runs right in to him. They drop both the gun and the bird
props, and grab the wrong prop in their scramble. Gaston spends the rest
of the scene gesturing dramatically with a stuffed pheasant, instead of
a gun.
Sunday Night:
Director is fed up with bird prop, decides that Lefou should just carry
bird prop in after gunshot happens off stage. Lefou accidentally
squeezes the prop during the intro conversation, startling both actors
into silence with the squeaky toy noise - apparently, neither of them
realized it was a dog toy.
Monday Elementary School Show: Lefou walks on stage with the
bird. Accidentally drops the prop during conversation with Gaston.
Gaston doesn’t notice the dropped prop and steps on it. Cue depressingly
sad squeaky toy noise. Cue ten years olds laughing.
boy howdy do I love paying $500 to park half a mile from my morning class.
as opposed to less than $300 to park that same distance… but this lot is across a highway with broken pedestrian crossing lights and behind a massive construction zone.
I’m fucking pissing myself.
You know how all of Jupiter’s moons are named after his lovers and affairs?
Yeah. NASA is sending a craft to check up on Jupiter.
You know what the craft is called?
JUNO.
Who’s Juno?
JUPITER’S WIFE.
NASA IS SENDING JUPITER’S WIFE TO CHECK ON JUPITER AND HIS AFFAIRS AND LOVERS.
At work I needed to calibrate the coffee grinder, so I put it at the finest setting possible and ground some beans to make sure it reached a soft, baby powder texture. It should clump easily, feel soft, etc.
I wound up just grinding coffee and playing with it like moon sand and threatening my coworker with coffee snowballs.
