rayluaza:

I want to set sail.

wintery-star:

i miss skypiea.

By huanghying on Twitter.

(via exactly-another-one-piece-blog)

nifedick:

winchester101:

yonkou:

yonkou:

i love naruto hes so pure but he is not on luffys level

The thing about OP is that its thesis begins and remains radical and the thing about naruto is midway through kishimoto sorta lost his nerve and started being like: “maybe child soldiers are good… actually…. Idk”

Whereas OP was eight arcs in laying down: “privatized healthcare is an act of violence against the people” and then a hundred episodes later they’re like “the military exists to protect the ruling class and will perform atrocities beyond your imagination to maintain the status quo”

(via exactly-another-one-piece-blog)

galazyprince:

Baby Sanji being rescued by Baby Luffy, Nami, and Usopp

transformersheritagepost:

jo3mm:

pyrlspite:

tardigradetheking:

pyrlspite:

cybercrimer:

pyrlspite:

“hmm. I have never been to an olive garden before.”

unlimited super salad.

hmm.

unlimited super salad.

god evening sir my name is benny ill be your wai*

Optimus? I thought you were dead.

benny?

…

you have to let me go, benny.

the crash was 4 years ago.

it wasn’t your fault.

Hey, you. You’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border,
right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that
thief over there.

transformers heritage post

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silenttccries:

when michela murgia said “stories are for everyone, it’s not like men’s stories are universal and women’s stories are just for women”  and when elena ferrante said “for most people - sometimes women too - great literature is generally felt to be literature by men. apart from a few fine souls, men don’t read books by women, as if such reading would weaken their virile power. but it’s a subject that concerns women’s creations in every field. educated, broad-minded men treat female thought with polite irony, as a by-product, good only as a pastime for women”… i’ve got nothing to add they said it all already

(via whatachaos)

moonpaw:

im being so brave about the one piece drought (withering away into dust)

ottermatopoeia:

red-twist:

weonsinnombre:

She gave up her fucking life

a mother’s love knows no bounds

(via three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat)

healingvibes-collor-n-mood:

Optical Illusion Paintings by Rob Gonsalves

(via jelloapocalypse)

crystallizedtwilight:

People I met for a few moments that live in my head forever.

(via flashhwing)

unbossed:

morgan-tha-gorgan:

assiraphales:

assiraphales:

enough reclaiming slurs, I think in 2023 we should reclaim nascar. they banned the confederate flag on all properties & their stance on lgbtq+ isn’t just performative bc in 2013 they fined a driver 10k for using a homophobic slur, condemned indiana in a statement for an anti lgbt law, and partnered w carolina’s lgbt+ chamber of conference in 2022. nascar was founded by anti-cop moonshiners/bootleggers who drove suped-up fords to out-run the police. #yaaascar

HELP

To this day, my favorite argument I ever had was with my Nascar-loving family about how a thin blue line flag on a Nascar is antithetical to the core tenets of Nascar.
There is no organization more rooted in ACAB than Nascar. Literally, the only reason it exists was that a bunch of moonshining families had to build cars that could outrun the cops while on supply runs during the Prohibition Era. The goal was to make the car look like a regular vehicle so they could pick up supplies or drop off illegal alcohol without arousing suspicion. But if the cops were on you all you had to do was put the pedal to the metal and that little truck could outrun them with no problems.
And of course, families would be in competition over who made the best alcohol, and whose car was fastest. So, they would have races on the weekends. When prohibition was lifted, the races continued. And that is why we have Nascar.

It really frustrates me how people look at American car culture and scoff at it. Formula One racing is more exciting and more dynamic to watch, but the history of it is not as interesting: a bunch of rich assholes who made specialized cars for racing. And to this day, it is still a rich man’s sport. Whereas Nascar was about a bunch of so-called hicks in the backwoods who used some basic hand tools and trial and error to make a junker into a racecar.

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lacrimalis:

catasters:

baby girl i could watch you sprawl liquidly down stairs in the sun all day

(Source: reddit.com, via defractum)

gilbirda:

elodieunderglass:

raspberry-muffin:

wiseacrewhimsy:

intrepidheroine:

emi–rose:

elodieunderglass:

jivin-jello:

doctornerdington:

eartheld:

elodieunderglass:

alittlemothboy:

that is some next level knot magic.

 it isn’t though!!! it’s because most relationships aren’t worth the effort. The “sweater curse” is actually most commonly called the “BOYFRIEND sweater curse.” Which=heteronormative, but the curse most often falls on a woman knitting a sweater for a boyfriend. Before she finishes the sweater, they break up - pop culture would have you believe it’s because the boyfriend freaks out do to the weirdness/clinginess of having a sweater made for you, but I think knitters are wiser than that.

It’s because after spending serious £££ on materials, and then HUNDREDS OF HOURS OF LABOR on the creation of the item, with every stitch a prayer of totally focused intent, creating a large display of technical skill - it is then gifted to a non-knitter who does NOT APPRECIATE the work/effort/skill/cost/TIME it took to make it, and in fact thinks you’re a bit weird and making a big deal out of a piece of clothing, and after they go “oh thanks” and shove your creation in the cupboard next to a sweater they got for £15 at an M&S sale, then they never wear your sweater because it’s too tight because when you asked them how their favorite sweaters usually fit they said “I ‘unno” and when you measured them for the fifth time and asked, rather tersely, if they had enough room in the chest, they said “I guess,” and then if pressed they say they don’t really like the sweater design, but then you point out that they were supposed to participate in helping you design it and they say they don’t really care about how things look, and when you say that you tried to match it to their other clothes so how can they hate it, then they say that honestly their mother still buys all their clothes because they hate going shopping, and that they hate all their other clothes too, well. That’s when a sensible knitter goes “Fuck this shit. And you know what? Fuck this man.”

This is what happens when someone posts in a knitting forum “Attack of the sweater curse!” - this is the usual story. It has a rigid plot. It is as old as myth.

That’s when you look at the time you spent and realize, “I could LITERALLY have written the first draft of a novel instead of doing this.” That’s when you go “I could have taken that £200 and bought myself a new wardrobe.” That’s when you go “I could have taken all that intent, all that willpower, all that creative force, and laid down some fucking witchcraft, all right?” That’s when you go “I basically spent 100 hours straight thinking about this bastard while making something amazing for him, and I have no evidence that he ever spent 10 hours of his life thinking about me.”

And “I could spend this time and energy and money in making myself an enormous, intricate heirloom silk shawl with just a touch of cashmere, in elvish twists and leafy lace in all the colors of the night, shot through with subtly glittering stars, warm in winter and cool and summer and light as a lover’s kiss on the shoulders, suitable for draping over my arms at weddings or wrapping myself in to watch the sea, a lace-knotted promise to myself that I will keep for my entire life and gift to my favorite granddaughter when I die, and she will wear it to keep alive my memory - but instead I have this sweater, and this fuckboy.”

The sweater curse is a lesson that the universe gives to a knitter at an important point in their life. It is a gift.

Knitting a sweater for a husband or wife generally doesn’t call down the curse, because the relationship is meant to be stronger than 4-ply.

(Although I say this, but I’ve taken over 5 years to finish a pair of mittens for my husband, because he casually asked me to do something customized with the cables, and I still can’t get the math to work on the right hand.)

this post is so much better with that commentary

Fuck yes.

Hey @elodieunderglass! How’re the mittens coming along?

It is 2020, we recently marked 9 years of marriage and no progress has been made

I was pretty sure I had a keeper when I married my husband - he was so appropriately impressed with my Estonian lace, crazy complicated, at least 25k beads wedding shawl. And then a year or two ago, I made him a super cool but also HELLA intricate cabled sweater in his favorite color. He doesn’t get excited about stuff ahead of time, but he dutifully let me measure him and check the fit, and as soon as it was on my blocking towel, he lost his mind with excitement. He wears it everywhere and proudly tells people his wife made it, and look, it’s got DNA on it!! He was so sad last spring because it got too warm to wear it. 🥲

Pictured: the sleeve of said sweater, the only thing Mr. Emi will let me put on the internet 😂

I had been married to my spouse for 2 years before I even contemplated making him a sweater. I had made him hats and scarves and ponchos, but no sweater because I didn’t want to get divorced.

But he loved everything I made him and showed off to his friends, so I had him pet some yarn and gave him a few options.

Readers, he LOVES that sweater. He takes such good care of it, tells every single person he neets that I made it, and confirmed the care instructions a bunch before washing it. So I made him another.

He now has three pullovers and a sweater vest. He is happy to try on pieces that have been safety pinned together and tells me where the fit is off. I am currently on month six of a cabled cardigan that I needed to redo for length, and he is so excited about it because it is exactly the color and pattern he wants.

Friends, get yourself a partner who will tell you their color, design, and fit preferences before you make them sweaters. It makes the entire endeavor worth it.

I have so many crochet things made by Wife and I love and participated with all of them. In fact, whenever they ask for my opinion, they roll their eyes a little and are like, you like everything I make. Because I do!!

The sweater they made me is my fave. I get compliments on it constantly and am so happy to tell people My Wife Made It.

So wholesome.

ut also.

@elodieunderglass how the mittens coming?

I made him a rainbow fairisle jumper!! We can call the mittens officially quits!!!

Not to derail this convo about knitting but this happens with any craft that requires (huge amounts of) time and money.

3 days preparing a complex pie recipe and getting a “it’s nice. hate chocolate, though” or doing a complex crosstitch design of their favorite thing, only for it to gather dust because they moved on to another game or prefer to have a cheap poster of the same thing on their wall or-

Is about making an effort and wanting to show you care with your craft and getting shut down or nullified in the process.

Is about realizing that when it really matters that other person doesn’t give a shit about the stuff that makes you happy. Or considers something important and worth it for you, a mere ‘hobby’ or a ‘oh that’s nice i guess’.

(via three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat)

startreklesbian:

🦌

linkeduniverse:

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