I write, I read, I waste time. The bulk of what I reblog happens to belong to a fandom or two, or even writing. Other times it is crocheting or other artsy craftsy stuff I'm too lazy to have a go at myself. Please ignore me.
Soon I will begin posting what I crochet. I'm hoping to start an Etsy store sometime in the far future and maybe keeping track of my progress will be useful?
I reblog Mass Effect (always), Assassin's Creed, Doctor Who, Hannibal, Game of Thrones, and what have you.
A different kind of Cinderella
The mustache that this city needs.
Yahoo is trying to buy tumblr. Reblog if you are against this!
Strawberry Short Snake
OH MY GOD NO
THIS IS TOO ADORABLE
AND THE PUN IS KILLING ME
I came home to this? This is really bad. How can this happen? Yarn should not do that. Cats should not do that. Yarn should not go through cats. Now I have to do laundry and hide my yarn in the closet forever and ever.
poop yarn. ugh.
Source video: Lost in Motion
holy fps batman.
There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.
And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.
In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.
The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.
And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.
You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.This is the most amazing thing I have ever read.
THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL IM ALMOST TEARING UP
Reblog for eternity.
If this doesn’t fit on your blog, you’re doing it wrong.
I never knew how much I wanted this. When I inevitably teach a lot of high school science courses I must use this gif.
It’s extra funny because Carbon is typically portrayed as a large black molecule I just
This is an enormous chain and I’m sorry, but I need to say this:
The laws in the Old Testament were set forth by god as the rules the Hebrews needed to follow in order to be righteous, to atone for the sin of Adam and Eve and to be able to get into Heaven. That is also why they were required to make sacrifices, because it was part of the appeasement for Original Sin.
According to Christian theology, when Jesus came from Heaven, it was for the express purpose of sacrificing himself on the cross so that our sins may be forgiven. His sacrifice was supposed to be the ultimate act that would free us from the former laws and regulations and allow us to enter Heaven by acting in his image. That is why he said “it is finished” when he died on the cross. That is why Christians don’t have to circumcise their sons (god’s covenant with Jacob), that is why they don’t have to perform animal sacrifice, or grow out their forelocks, or follow any of the other laws of Leviticus.
When you quote Leviticus as god’s law and say they are rules we must follow because they are what god or Jesus wants us to do, what you are really saying, as a Christian, is that Christ’s sacrifice on the cross was invalid. He died in vain because you believe we are still beholden to the old laws. That is what you, a self-professed good Christian, are saying to your god and his son, that their plan for your salvation wasn’t good enough for you.
So maybe actually read the thing before you start quoting it, because the implications of your actions go a lot deeper than you think.
/An atheist who understands Christian theology better than Bible-thumpers do.
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(mic drop)
boom
whoa.
- When not all the books in the series are the same height.
- When books change covers with editions so they don’t all match unless you buy the series in one go.
- When some books are hardcover and some are softcover and it doesn’t match but you can’t find another copy.
- When some covers are different in certain countries so you don’t get the main one which also happens to look better than all the other varieties.
- Basically just books.
- God damn them.
If you don’t want this beautiful picture of Steve Irwin holding a baby platypus on your blog then I’m sorry but I don’t know what you’re doing with your life.
i actually remember when i got told about his passing. i was walking outside my primary school gates and a friend told me. i though they were lying so i didn’t believe them. I didn’t choose to believe it until i heard about it from my parents and on the news. When it was confirmed i remember crying into my mum’s arms i would have been 7-11 years of age at the time. I love Steve Irwin he is a true Australian Hero and cannot be replaced ever.
good old steve
omg all aussie’s must reblog, this legend will never die in our hearts.
