I came home and walked in on my mom using my iPad to take this picture of our chicken..
Like her Facebook page at Kevin the Chicken!
Chicken Boo, what’s the matter with you?
You don’t act like the other chickens do.
You wear a disguise to look like human guys,
But you’re not a man, you’re a Chicken Boo.
"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….
First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”
But here is what I think you should know.
You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.
You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.
You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).
You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.
In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.
In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”
|—||Libby Anne (via coachk13)|
During World War II there was only one way to handle trouble: Lieutenant Jack Dempsey, Director of Physical Fitness, U.S. Coast Guard. This forme…
"I must have left my beer goggles on, because you look like someone stuffed a sausage tube full of good time!"
And here’s a birthday cake I made for a friend, as I’m clearing out my camera. I was really pleased with this. The chocolate bunnies (she’s rabbit obsessed) were surprisingly easy to make.
Weeks after the fact, i just thought I ought to share my second-prize winning entry in the SHpicnic cooking contest, ‘I’m living in a world of chocolate goldfish’.
Om nom nom.
That was a great day :)
What’s more topical than Otters Who Look Like Benedict Cumberbatch? Yes, it’s Otters Who Look Like Benedict Cumberbatch Doing The Ice Bucket Challenge!
Unfortunately, otters find it rather difficult to donate to the MND Association in the UK or the ALS Association in the US, but I’ve heard they make particularly cute squeaky noises of gratitude when human beings make a donation instead…
Oh darling, I do love you!
I HAVE BEEN PATIENTLY WAITING FOR THIS PHOTOSET.
Sherlock’s military kink brings me so much joy, I can’t even explain my level of inner porn.
Sherlock’s military kink, you say? As in:
YES, yes, this, exactly this!
Not even secretly aroused. Sherlock just wants to be in the middle of a giant military guy pile. Is it so much to ask?
My absolute favorite thing about that Baskerville scene is that John does’t even LOOK at that dude when he says ‘that’s an order’ - as in, ‘I’m so fucking in charge that I don’t even need to acknowledge you as I demand things from you AND YOU WILL GIVE ME WHAT I WANT.’
Sherlock is not the only one with that kink *fans self*