Hypothetical Woman and the Musebot

humanmindinformaldehyde:

- Neil Gaiman

(via rainbowbarnacle)

thelibrandy:

I want to do this to my hair.

vastderp:

mercurialmalcontent:

mesitka:

shiftingpath:

trainedbrofessional:

thespiandeacon:

fraymotif:

yapoos:

terezi:

daswiener:

I tried to describe Dark Cloud 2, but the shitty version was almost identical to the actual version.

That game is literally full of fuck.

BIG LEGOS BLOCKS!!!!!!!!!!!

everyone dies and i cried at the end

psychic children beat up robots and grumpy pedestrians

wait that still sounds pretty awesome

space marine lands on a big gun and fights aliens and zombies

a verbally abusive princess who wants to rule the world for no reason and a rly dense but angsty white haired robot thingy go on adventures to find a big wizard crystal you dont even get to keep at the end while meeting a bunch of awkwardly dramatic grown men. everyone wears weird fucking hats

Guy falls in a hole, has a fight with his wife

Or

Well that was a shitty “Bring Your Daughter To Work Day”. (Am I talking about Bioshock or Portal? Whoooooo knoooooowwwwws)

An ex-prisoner tries to save lot of grey racist assholes and their mostly yellow gods from a former buddy of the gods by stealing old trinkets that try to kill him and asskissing his/her way up through the ranks of above mentioned racists. As a bonus the hero gets bitched at a lot, manipulated even more and hunted by zealots. Catching a nasty disease is obligatory.

^^^ Well, you sure have me baffled!

Let’s see…

Big ugly jerk and his pet talking skull try to figure out where his memories went and why he can’t die for good.

Wait, shit, I’m doing it wrong, aren’t I? :|

A bleachblond idiot goes on a mission to help his girlfriend kill herself and ends up fighting God.

A card game where you have to do mental arithmetic and move pegs along a board. It’s not a computer game.

coelasquid:

the-unpopular-opinions:

Anon plz, I’ve already heard it all. 

I like when people use “men working longer, harder, more dangerous jobs” thing as proof that they’re marginalized by society while completely ignoring the fact that they’re almost exclusively granted the opportunity to work those longer harder hours because women are still thought of as weak, incapable, and in need of protection. The best example is probably the American military, even if women want to put in the blood sweat and tears that it takes to rise to the top and get all the great promotions they can’t because the United States still holds onto that idea that letting a woman fight like any of her male peers would cause the country to crumble.

If women weren’t consistently thought of as weak, in need of protection, and good for nothin’ but babymakin’, there wouldn’t be any discrepancy when it came to the draft, who gets to ride in the lifeboat, child custody, and police brutality either! Funny how equality for women means equality for men too!

I know a lot of people talk about the wage gap without really knowing what it entails, thinking it just means “on average men make more money”. The most commonly used accurate example would probably be “the woman is the ‘secretary’ the man is the ‘administrative assistant”, identical duties, different salaries. My own brush with this was the first job I ever had, as a janitor one summer. They hired three students for the summer, me, another girl, and one guy. By virtue of being a dude, the guy was designated more capable somehow, given a different title and an extra buck or two an hour.

The idea was “having a dick makes you more qualified to use heavier machinery, and that means you deserve more cash”, and it meant that he would get to use things like the riding lawn mower, the rug doctor, and the floor polisher while the other girl and myself swept, mopped, and scrubbed things by hand. After maybe the second week on the job he broke his arm roughhousing with his brother or something like that, and was only able to complete tasks he could do one-handed. This did nothing to change his apparent “stronger and deserving of more pay” status, so the rest of the summer was full of fun adventures like the time he drove the riding mower over a stump and broke it, leaving the other girl and I to finish his landscaping with push mowers (that he couldn’t push due to his broken arm). Or the time he came down to have a nap in the room I was cleaning because his only job was to shampoo the rug when I was finished.

Believe me, had the requirements for the “harder” job been something beyond “Has Y chromosome” I would have loved to have taken the responsibility. The girl I was working with probably would have to. Honestly, she was probably the most physically capable of the three of us.

OP = ‘Next time you want to whine about your poor woman troubles, remember that some men still have hard lives and stop snivelling. Nobody wants to hear about you while there’s still one hard-done-by man in the world.’

That’s about what it amounts to, right?

itemsguy:

unbearablevastness:

medicalschool:

Red blood cells under an electron microscope

Beautiful!

I am filled with trillions of tiny red spaghettios.

is it bad that I’m actually more fascinated by the precision engineering of that needle?

Like, OMG, we can see individial red blood cells and it’s still smooth and sharp and almost completely flawless. You’d think there’d be pitting but there’s just this matte finish, that is a fine needle.