jakemorph:

toastpotent:

tilthat:

TIL the split gill mushroom has over 23,328 distinct sexes, but they can’t all successfully mate with one another. Each sex can only be fertile with 22,960 other sexes.

via reddit.com

nice try sjws but there are only 23,328 genders

shoutout to the roughly ~368 gay sexualities each mushroom gender can practice

nyalec:

Imma be real with y’all I kept wondering when fingers in his ass was gonna fade out and be replaced by a new meme but it just,,,, never did? Every Sunday my dash would be flooded with sans and komeda and the occasional Kanye. Did y’all know the original YouTube video was posted in March of 2018? Did you know the original song was posted in 2014????? This meme was slow cooked in a crock pot and all it took was someone putting a skeleton and an anime character in for some seasoning and the perfect meme was born. That’s wild to me. It was such a collaborative effort. There were so many levels, and another layer was added when tumblr began its NSFW purge. Suddenly there was going to be ONE LAST fingers in his ass Sunday. The meme that seemed as if it would live forever was suddenly given a final day. We all collectively decided that that Sunday would be it’s last. It was such a dumb meme but it took on so many iterations and went through such a journey. It’s incredible to me.

dreamingofbabylon:

followthebluebell:

adulthood is just a constant struggle of, “man, i want cookies for breakfast, but I also recognize this is a bad nutritional decision.  On the other hand, the only one who can stop me is me.  i know that fucker’s weaknesses.  i could totally take me in a fight.”

frog and toad are my two remaining brain cells struggling to keep my horrible body alive

thekingisagirl:

hiranyaksha:

The mourners

Like Gold

Beautiful Sisters, Mournful souls

Like gold are the tears from your eyes

“I have seen nothing but beauty”

And so have you

Your ears have heard the stories of Hussein

Your eyes looked upon his grave

Nothing but blessings your tears bring

Healing, humility, and blessing

Like gold are the tears from your eyes

Turn your heads to the sky and praise brave heros and fallen fighters

Raise your hands in dua after they have hit your chests

Show your sadness to the world so that they may know your love

Like gold are the tears from your eyes

Let your hearts feel heavy and your chests fill with sadness

Ya Aba Abdillah, Ya Hussein,

There was no one to tend your wounds, but millions morn your death

Like gold are the tears from your eyes

Know the sacrifice that was made in the name of truth

The lives lost to tyranny

Allah shall reward your sorrow

Like gold

Moodsetter:

https://youtu.be/FJ_9_WaMI7w

The mourners

A lil drawing for Pongal!

sine-cosine:

an-gremlin:

periegesisvoid:

theunicornkittenkween:

medusaofthesea:

scarlettstclair:

thequantumqueer:

ukeagent21:

freejimmer:

Why do they want us dead so badly

stfu this price on food will keep me alive when I’m starving and putting quarters together to maybe stay alive until my next shift.

rich people: why is unhealthy food so cheap? don’t they know we have no self-control and will eat this until it causes health problems?

poor people: oh, thank god, something i can afford.

Five bucks can buy you so much more though if you take more than five minutes to prepare it.

Umm.
Idk where you’re buying groceries, but $5 doesn’t get me anything.

Lol they want u to live on salted pasta and nothing else. XDDD God forbid people want something cheap that TASTES good.

Like- if u have more than $5 u can buy lots of things in bulk and per serving it’s cheaper. But for just straight $5??? Fuck outta here. $5 is like the cost of one spice at a grocery store ffs

Yeah for just straight $5 I could maybe buy a bag of rice and a jar of peanut butter, and that’s honestly less complete nutrition than that fast food, which at least has some vegetables in it, some meat, etc.

Rich people don’t get that being poor actually costs money. Terry Pratchett summed it up pretty well in one of the Discworld books:

“But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that’d still be keeping his feet dry in ten years’ time, while the poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet.”

In fact, it’s such a good example that one widely used term to describe this socioeconomic bullshit is literally ‘Vime’s Boots’

badass-bharat-deafmuslim-artista:

blackqueerblog:

This dance teacher went viral for doing cartwheels in pink thigh-high boots to tackle bullying! 

Dremon Cooper is a 19-year-old from Washington, DC. He’s a dance teacher for an LGBT nonprofit called Casa Ruby.

Cooper told that he’s a goofy person who loves to laugh and make skits and, more recently, created a new superhero character. Cooper says the name of the character is Super Bitch, but fans have started to call the superhero “Him Possible.” The character was created to show that bullying and violence are not OK.

I’m convince those boots have super powers ♥️❤️

Information source: https://www.buzzfeed.com/ikrd/super-bitch-him-possible?origin=shp

YES!!!! Omg I saw that amazing video a week ago and had been thinking how amazing, brave and fierce he is. I love this guy, he’s my hero and now I am so happy I know his name.  ❤️❤️❤️

(Source: instagram.com)

hexpress:

anz100:

carbonfiberpersonality:

Southerner: oh man, there’s snow!1!! Guess we better uh… Not do a driving! *Drives 10 mph while sobbing*

Northerner: *driving a stick shift 80 mph in slick iced roads while eating a full cheese plate and blaring led zeppelins’ “immigrant song”*

I’m Californian and I have the balls to do this.

californian found dead wearing a murrsuit in a 2003 honda civic after encountering black ice for the first time and careening off of I-95

parentless-suggestions:

i moved out of state for uni to get away from my family. they’ve followed me, so i want to move again. desperately. i wonder if i’ll ever stop running from both them and myself.