Out of the Blue

fxckaurl:

I love scenes where ppl are playing poker and they show someone’s cards and the music gets intense cause I have no idea how the fuck the game works like is this good or bad we just don’t know

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pukicho:

pukicho:

Tumblr is like the dude who got converted to christianity in jail and came out the other side a changed man. Big Tony Tumblr dont suck dicks no more, he left that life behind him, now he just plays scrabble and eats plain hot dogs.

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I felt I was clear

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bitchyblue:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

shiddi:

why the hell are we still on this stupid website

not straight enough for facebook & too ugly for instagram

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wizard-lizards:

me:stands up

my blood vessels: what the

FUCK

did you just do

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thankyousirmayihaveanother:

just to be clear, I’m staying here as long as this site functions. I have 0 intentions of deleting this blog, I will go down with this ship if only to see exactly how bad it gets

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bitchycode:

‪What part of “i don’t wanna spend anymore money” don’t I understand

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bitchycode:

‪What part of “i don’t wanna spend anymore money” don’t I understand

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

honestly i have saved a lot of hassle by specifically requesting to be treated by female medical professionals whenever possible

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emotionalempowerer:

Please, reblog! IIt’s called self defense. Apart from having here, in the US, one of the highest cases of homicide and rape in the world and high rate of GBV, think about how this could help your mother or sister

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bogleech:

mar-the-singing-witch:

arquus-malvaceae:

ayellowbirds:

arquus-malvaceae:

bogleech:

lifesgrandparade:

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Imagine typing out this letter and not stopping halfway and thinking “Hmmm, this makes me sound like the worst human being in the world.”

Holy fucking shit

Imagine receiving a gift that someone spent weeks, if not months, building from scratch and probably destroying their wrists and hands making and your reaction is, “How DARE you?”

This is what happens when you devalue labor. Her time probably cost more than the yarn did in the end, but because her time and skill don’t have a price tag attached to them, this woman acts like her DIL just handed them back the gift card.

boy, i hope the advice columnist tore her apart.

Here’s Prudence’s response (CW for that link: The first letter she answers talks about physical and emotional abuse and implies pedophilic behavior):

But nothing did happen. You received a thoughtful gift that cost more time than money. That’s it! If someone gives you a present you don’t like, you smile and say, “Thanks, how thoughtful,” and then stash it in the back of your closet. You don’t ask your kid to complain to the gift-giver via backchannel. It’s fine if you like to give expensive presents—and can afford to do so—but that’s not the only way to show someone that you care. Even if you don’t like knitwear, your daughter-in-law spent countless hours over the course of a half-year working on something very detailed for you, and you say yourself it was a lovely bedspread. Whether she got the yarn with the gift card you gave her or spent her own money is beside the point; you’re acting as if she re-gifted something when that clearly wasn’t the case. Your daughter-in-law’s gift was thoughtful and intricate; yours was financially generous and relatively generic. There would be no reason to compare the two if you hadn’t insisted on doing so in the first place.

You are grown adults with plenty of money; if there’s something you want for yourself, go ahead and buy it—this kind of petty scorekeeping around gift-giving is barely excusable when little children do it. Writing her a letter to express “sadness” that her own parents didn’t teach her proper etiquette would be wildly inappropriate, out of line, and an unnecessary nuclear option. And it’s a guaranteed ticket to make sure you see and hear about your grandchildren way less than you do now. You still have time to salvage this relationship—don’t die on this hill. Let it go, apologize for your churlishness, and take yourself shopping if you want a pricey gift this year.

So, my mum went to charm school, and passed down her knowledge to me. I have something to add-

What the daughter did is actually *perfect* etiquette!


When you receive a gift from someone, it is good etiquette to be able to demonstrate how you used it. If craft supplies are gifted, its considered more than proper to use that to make a gift for the original giver.

So, not only is the writer of this comepletely out of line in devaluing all the work her daughter in law put into the bedspread, she doesn’t even know as much etiquette as she claims to. Honestly, if you’re gonna be petty about that kind of thing, maybe actually know what you’re talking about.

honestly though prudence’s response was still way more civil than they deserved to the point that I still feel frustrated.

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rustymustang:

what happened to old zealand

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musical-skeleton:

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swanqueenisendgameyo:

rhythmviolence:

honestly missionaries are evil. the idea of traveling the world to tell people Who Didnt Fucking Ask that their beliefs are wrong in the hopes that theyll adopt your beliefs seems sinister

An Inuit hunter asked the local missionary priest: “If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell?”

“No,” said the priest, “not if you did not know.”

“Then why,” asked the Inuit earnestly, “did you tell me?”

~Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

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wickedoldhag:

loopylucyland:

darnni:

girlsopeachy:

askinnyblackman:

very important orchestra performance. please watch

Orchestra: *plays*
Crowd: *silent*
Dog: *walks on stage*
Crowd: *applauds*

Dog: *lays down*

Crowd: “more applause*

A valuable contribution

thank you all for coming to my party

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