trying to figure out how to say this delicately. i do think that the pwhl is going to make some progress, and already the support for the league is showing how much of a market there is for women's sports even from a few years ago. but it's kind of been irking me to see so many posts that act like there has never been any arena for women's pro hockey before. like do you understand how many people — how many leagues!! — came before this to even make the pwhl a possibility. do you know how many people have fought tooth and nail for women's pro hockey for DECADES. i'm not saying don't support the league, but don't act like it's the perfect solution to a brand new issue
i don’t care for wags but not in a misogynistic way, more in a ‘this woman doesn’t mean anything to me’ way. i don’t see them playing those damn sports
this also works the other way around btw. sorry i just think there are way more interesting sports things to talk about than whoever those athletes are dating
ppl managing to live where they grew up is really bizarre to me
Hi! Croatian here. As an inland country, I found a job processing uranium. We have a lot of it.
God I wish I was processing uranium in Croatia
I think about this post every day
Hey, another Croatian here! Croatia has a coastline and I can’t find a single mention of uranium in Croatia. I don’t know what kind of paralel universe this person is from.
Matisse Circle by Leonard Nimroy, The Full Body Project
princess …
Just realized that this is at the AMC Lincoln Square IMAX, which is the largest IMAX screen in the country. This person is in for the worst possible time
Omfg 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣
You shall not fucking pass on his gig
last couple days have been dogshit but. i am finding small joys
hi everybody please reblog this and tell me your go-to coffee order right now and if you don't like coffee feel free to include your go-to tea order instead
this is the hardest any single image has ever gone
a beetle is so many things but is many less than a fish, which is so many things that it is almost nothing
my perfect crime? I memorize the entirety of the macy’s store inventory. I then go on aliexpress.com and find exact replicas of every single purse in the store. I break in at 3am, and replace every purse with a cheaper version of the purse. I take my real purses home and open up an online store on the darknet featuring fake purses. I then sell these real purses as fake purses, making it so that when the feds catch on to my antics, they spend countless years trying to figure out who can replicate purses this well, and who is selling them. Soon an entire division of the FBI is dedicated to finding me and figuring out how my “fake” purses appear to be real. 45 years later they finally trace my ip address and break into my villa in texas and shoot me right in the leg when i attempt to flee. While this would normally not be a fatal wound, due to my constant devotion to my online fake real purse storefront i have suffered an iron deficiency for 35 years. My blood can’t clot and I start to bleed out. Turns out the woman who shot me was a girl who i made out with once in college, and she holds my dying body in her arms and asks me how my fake purses were so real. I spend the last moments of my fleeting life telling her about how every five years i break into a different Macy’s and replace all the purses, and that the purses I have been selling online for a severely discounted price were actually all real, and I have been doing this purely for the gag of it all. When my former college girlfriend gets home from work after rightfully murdering me for my crimes, she goes into her walk in closet, looks at the 13 gucci purses she owns, and realizes that they’re all fakes.
I'm always shitting in locations like this
Wgats your problem