Since people seemed to like my Voltorb doodles a lot, I made a Voltorb for every pokeball!
This is what I love about Winter. You wake up in the middle of the night, maybe just to pee or get water or something, look out the window and see this. It’s so beautiful. And it’s silent; you have no idea that it’s happening until you just look. It almost seems fake. And it makes your bed seem way more comfortable, for whatever reason.
God, that looks amazing.
It almost seems unreal. The first thing I would do is take a few steps out the door just to realize I could actually put myself into this art piece of a view.
Until you have to leave the house in the morning and you have to shovel snow, and salt everything to prevent it from icing over.
Holy. Crap. I just found an email argument between me and some random internet person about evolution and creationism. Apparently I thought this was important enough to print out and save for TWENTY YEARS!!!
Cannot tell you how many times I’ve been on the phone with Hank and it’s clear he isn’t listening and then I say you’re not listening and then he says, “Hold on someone on the Internet is wrong about something.”
You just got reblogged and commented on by John Green! Be honored !
He’s…he’s my brother…
A Proposed General Rule about Pictures of Naked People
I mean, I’m not saying that we can enforce this as law or anything. I also might be wrong about this. But:
Just as a general rule, I feel like we should not look at pictures of the breasts or genitalia of people who would rather we not look at pictures of their breasts or genitalia.
As a corollary to that general rule, I would add that I don’t see anything wrong with looking at pictures of breasts or genitalia of people who have invited us to do so. There seem to be plenty such pictures for us to get a reasonably good grasp of, like, the diversity of unclothed human anatomy without having to look at people who wish we wouldn’t.
This seems pretty straightforward to me. Yes, the photographer(s) who photographed Kate Middleton’s grainy distant breasts were violating her privacy. But so do people who choose to look at those pictures.
So maybe we can just agree not to? And this goes not only for princesses, I would argue, but also for people who send things to their romantic partners, who turn out to be jerks and release those photos publicly. Or people whose phones are hacked. etc.
In this world where most every curiosity can be satiated, it seems to me genuinely heroic to resist the urge to look at everything that can be seen, and instead to respect the wishes of those who feel violated or hurt by the availability of images they wish were private.
Seemed a good day to reblog this.
Hotel Casa 1800 - Seville, Spain
Enviably located in the picturesque Santa Cruz neighborhood of Seville, right next to the mighty Cathedral and the Giralda Tower, Hotel Casa 1800 is a lovingly restored mansion-palace with boutique-style rooms, personalized service, and a charming rooftop terrace overlooking the romantic Andalusian capital. The property’s rooms and suites are beautifully decorated with rich, handcrafted furnishings and precious fabrics, ensuring guests utmost comfort and wellbeing. And while modern amenities such as luxuriously-appointed bathrooms and private terraces complete with Jacuzzis provide extra pampering, it’s the original architecture with its high ceilings and exposed wooden beams that give a particular charm to the rooms, transporting visitors to the 19th-century Seville.
“The basis of most arguments against trans people is that we are not who we say we are, that we are always and only the gender that we were assigned at birth. And so much of that is about having a sense of certainty around gender, that when you were born with a certain set of genitalia, then that must dictate your entire life, and the reality is that that’s not true. A lot of people are not comfortable with that, because then that means they have to begin to question who they are.”- Laverne Cox
Sometimes I can’t stop thinking about how Zuko accidentally spoke against his father and begged for forgiveness, on his knees with tears in his eyes, and got half his face burned off and banished from his home
Then Zuko betrayed his uncle and everything Iroh had ever taught him, begged for forgiveness on his knees with tears in his eyes, and got a hug and complete forgiveness and unconditional love