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Mermaid Aesthetic: Aquarius
The mermaid with flowing hair and tail of teal green and aquamarine blue. her eyes are piercing, sparkling, so intense you have to look away. she swims about the reefs, splashing in the waves and basking in the sun. she is the only one who dares to go against the currents.
Based off of this post by @divinezodiac
reblog if ur mom is smart and beautiful
I scrolled passed then I felt guilty
Even after her death Carrie Fisher is having none of your bullshit.
Heather Ross, a friend of Fisher’s, spoke to a local radio station in Tucson, AZ. about her experience with sexual assault in Hollywood. On the 94.9 Morning Mix, Ross recalled inappropriate advances from a big name producer and how Fisher made clear she had a zero-tolerance policy for that kind of behavior.
After Ross was assaulted by “an Oscar-winning producer” – not Weinstein, but another – Fisher was furious. After the initial shock and fear wore off, Fisher ran into the producer at Sony and delivered him a package.
“It was a cow tongue from Jerry’s Famous Deli with a note that said, ‘If you ever touch my darling Heather or any other woman again, the next delivery will be something of yours in a much smaller box.’”
The cow tongue was all Fisher’s idea, natch, and she made sure to deliver it in person and watch him open the box.
“That’s just how she was,” Ross said. “I miss her dearly. She stood up for people.”
“That’s who Carrie Fisher was,” she added. “She put things out there and in your face.”
Carrie Fisher still putting mutha fuckahs on blast from beyond the grave!
Something of yours IN A MUCH SMALLER BOX. savage.
I will never get over the Jazz version of ‘But it’s better if you do’. Never.
I reblog this everytime I get the chance.
I can’t
“Hit it boys”
how many followers do you need before someone randomly draws you
IN CONCLUSION: WATCH THIS FUCKING MOVIE. IT IS A FUCKING DELIGHT.
Guy who likes music
Is he an alien
This one is technically not yet history, because at the time of posting, the little craft has about half an hour left to go. That said, let’s proceed.
In 2017, NASA’s Cassini space probe ended its twenty-year mission at Saturn. After a nearly-seven-year-long journey there, it orbited the ringed planet for 13 years and just over two months, gathering copious amounts of information about the planet, said rings, and many of its moons. It landed an ESA probe called Huygens on Titan, the first-ever soft landing in the outer Solar System. It discovered lakes, seas, and rivers of methane on Titan, geysers of water erupting from Enceladus (and passed within 50 miles of that moon’s surface), and found gigantic, raging hurricanes at both of Saturn’s poles.
And the images it returned are beautiful enough to make you weep.
On this day in 2017, with the fuel for Cassini’s directional thrusters running low, the probe was de-orbited into the Saturnian atmosphere to prevent any possibility of any contamination of possible biotic environments on Titan or Enceladus. The remaining thruster fuel was used to keep the radio dish pointed towards Earth so the probe could transmit information about the upper atmosphere of Saturn while it was burning up due to atmospheric friction.
This is us at our best. We spent no small amount of money on a nuclear-powered robot, launched it into space, sent it a billion miles away, and worked with it for two decades just to learn about another planet. And when the repeatedly-extended missions were through, we made the little craft sacrifice itself like a samurai, performing its duty as long as it could while it became a shooting star in the Saturnian sky.
Rhea occulting Saturn
Water geysers on Enceladus
Strange Iapetus
Look at this gorgeousness
A gigantic motherfucking storm in Saturn’s northern hemisphere
Tethys
This image is from the surface of a moon of a planet at least 746 million miles away. Sweet lord
Mimas
Vertical structures in the rings. Holy shit
Titan and Dione occulting Saturn, rings visible
Little Daphnis making gravitational ripples in the rings
That’s here. That’s home. That’s all of us that ever lived.
Saturn, backlit
A polar vortex on the gas giant
Icy Enceladus
(All images from NASA/JPL)
Growing up, my mom and her siblings would make banana bread every week.
Literally every week since the first one of them learned how to make it, they started making banana bread- lo and behold though, they liked it with walnuts and they all knew their dad hated walnuts.
So they made a special loaf of banana bread just for him every week, just for him to eat. Nobody else was allowed to eat it because that was his banana bread, baked especially for him.
So anyways, they did this once a week from middle school up until every last one of them moved out of the house (and considering there was at least 10 years difference from the oldest to the youngest, this was quite some time). So that’s like… 16 years of weekly banana bread. And he always finished it. He, without fail, ate the whole loaf of bread by himself.
That’s approximately 835 loaves of banana bread.
Now
Skip ahead a few years…
and they’re all visiting and baking banana bread and they start making a dad’s bread and their mom comes in, “I don’t think he can handle eating one more slice of banana bread!”
“What are you talking about? He loves banana bread! He had it all the time!”
This is when my grandma, their mom, broke the news that my grandfather loathed banana bread with every fiber of his being. He just adored that his kids loved him enough to make him a special loaf of banana bread every week (and he didn’t have the heart to tell them that he couldn’t stand banana bread) and he was incredibly, utterly upset that my grandma told the kids his big secret.
My grandfather was a loving, patient, gentle man who absolutely hated banana bread but loved his kids so much more and I just wanted to share that with you guys. I think this story is just about the perfect example of the kind of person he was.
I just told my mom this had 1000 notes on it and let me tell you what
She had two responses.
1. Tell them about the mac n cheese
2. Tell me when it hits a million
mOM.
salisjunkyard reblogged your post: So my mom told me a story…
apparently my grandpa had a habit of eating nasty stuff and pretending it was sweet ambrosia
Because my aunt Char forgot to strain the water from mac and cheese the first time she made dinner without my grandma’s help and continued to put the milk and butter and cheese powder in there and it was like noodles in vaguely cheese-like slurry
Which she also managed to burn.
And my aunt char (she was a little kid at this point) was SO DISTRAUGHT that she ruined dinner, and my grandpa said it was THE BEST mac n cheese he had EVER HAD and ate literally all of it.
I have also learned that he did things like this because when my grandpa was a kid, his parents really wanted daughters and so they doted on his sisters and he was raised by his grandparents because straight up his mom was so upset at having had a son she wanted nothing to do with him. So whenever he did anything for his mom, he’d get yelled at.
So he just wanted to make for absolutely certain that his kids never experienced anything like that and that they knew that they were loved and how happy he was whenever his kids did anything for him… like…
I didn’t know anything about that until today and now I’m crying.
When my mom was in high school, she wasn’t popular or anything. Anyways.
So a group of kids decided they wanted to go ice skating but they couldn’t get a ride, so these kids told my mom that if she could get them all a ride to the skating rink, she could come too.
Well she asked her dad, and he said that they could go and they piled all these kids into the car and they headed off to the skating rink and my mom was telling my grandpa how he didn’t have to wait around for them to be done and that the session was over in about three hours or so.
But nah
He was just: “Actually, I think I’ll try skating, I should really try to learn.”
So my mom was horrified, her dad was going to be trying to learn how to ice skate and embarrass her in front of everyone. The guys thought it was funny to get to see an old man fall on his ass all night so they were all for it.
Well my mom and a couple other girls didn’t terribly know how to skate either so they edged around the side of the rink and my grandpa was right with them, inching along.
Well one of the guys thought it would be funny to slide toward the girls and kick ice up at them and my grandpa told him that wasn’t an approrpiate way to treat the girls and told him to stop it.
Little bastard said something flippant my mom can’t remember but she summarized it as essentially being ‘kiss my ass’ and skated off.
My grandpa looked at my mom and the rest of the girls, and told them to never, ever let anybody, let alone boys treat them like that and like that he was GONE.
See
thing my mom and none of these kids knew was that my grandpa knew how to ice skate, actually. The man was the star player on his highschool hockey team.
He skated right up to the boy and stopped abruptly, which ended up causing the boy to fall on his ass and told him to never, ever treat anyone like that ever again, and had him go over and apologize to my mom and the other girls for his horrible behavior. Of course he then spent the rest of the evening skating backwards and sideways and doing fancy maneuvering around the rink, as the jig was up.
But later, my mom realized that he stayed at the rink and pretended he couldn’t skate because he didn’t trust the other kids to behave themselves and wanted to be there to protect his daughter. So he spent all that time barely inching along, wobbling and pretending to struggle so he could stay with my mom and make sure she was going to be treated alright by the popular kids.
From the people that brought you
Comes a heartwarming tale about ice skating.
if you’re a baby gay and this is your first pride, watch your drinks! men are trash across all sexualities
I know boys don’t get these talks so let me clarify:
This doesn’t just mean alcohol
Don’t accept any open drinks
After you get your unopened drink, you keep it in your site
You have to go to the bathroom so you leave your drink on a table? That drink is now dead to you.
You’ve been holding your drink way low out of your eyesight and people are crowding? That drink is now suspect.
Stay safe, babies
Also: Rohypnol (a date rape drug) tastes VERY SALTY. If your drink is suddenly salty, STOP DRINKING IMMEDIATELY.
Buddy system, y'all. If your friend is acting *way* drunker than they should, take them to an Urgent Care or ER. Date rape drugs can kill you.
always rb
Before vs After Adoption
The soccer gender pay gap is ridiculous
Assume I’m dead and rotting when this isn’t reblogged from my dash.
Update from April 2017: Source: CNN Money, http://money.cnn.com/2017/04/05/news/us-womens-soccer-equal-pay/index.html “The U.S. Women’s National Soccer Team is getting a raise, bigger bonuses and the same per diems as the men. The women’s team announced Wednesday that it had struck a new labor deal with U.S. Soccer, the sport’s governing body. For months, the women have said that their pay and treatment is unequal to the men’s team. The women will also get better hotel and travel accommodations and will be reimbursed for the years when their per diems were less than those of the men.” Finally some good news for the USWNT!
Reblogging with the bit that gives the outrage some closure.
Yaayyy
“King of New York” tap solo feat. Chaz Wolcott as Buttons
its the cash Biden reblog in 30 seconds for money in your future
