theload:

thecaffeinebookwarrior:

nerdwarningalert:

russiacore:

why the fuck is no one naming their children after greek goddesses? Name your fucking child Persephone?????? Bitch???????!?

If that makes you happy, my name is Demeter

In my experience, people named after Greek goddesses are some of the most ethereal, chaotic forces I have ever encountered.

Our Art Department’s nude model, for example, is a woman named Hera. She’s stunningly beautiful, rides a motorcycle as apparently her only vehicle, grows all her own food, and keeps bees, turtles, and a dog named Argus, who she walks around town with a peacock feather attached to his leash.

I am thoroughly convinced she is not of this realm.

I’m pretty sure you just met Hera.

dragons-and-gays:

randomslasher:

lemonsharks:

berlynn-wohl:

discochurch:

Adult things arent NEARLY as complex as I thought they were growing up I just walked into bank of america and said im here to open a checking account and they said ok and opened me a checking account

If you have anxiety about being an adult, it may help to think of adult things as basically just doing a lot of quests.

Me: [googles “where do i get a passport”]
Me: [goes to that building]
Me: [asks first person I encounter] Where do I get a passport?
Them: Third floor, room twelve.
Me: [goes to that room]
Me: [asks first person I encounter] Where do I get a passport?
Them: That desk over there.
Me: [goes to that desk]
Me: Where do I get a passport?
Them: Fill out this form.
Me: [thinking] Silver key opens the garden gate, in the garden is the red key, which opens the red door, there’s a boy in the red house who tells you his dog is trapped in the old abandoned barn and can I please rescue him…

being an adult is a serious of fetch quests and waiting in lines

In all seriousness though, one of the most liberating things about being an adult is it’s perfectly acceptable to walk up to another adult and say, “I don’t know how to do this thing, can you help me?” and they will

I’ve used this for everything from renewing my tags at the DMV to buying a house to cooking a steak. Adults are way more chill with ignorance than I thought they would be, but if you’re up front and just say, “Hey this is new to me, can you walk me through the process?” they just. Will? 

Sure there are some assholes out there but mostly just…people are cool helping you figure out how to do things. 

Also 99.99% of the time if something fucks up, it’ll be fine. I messed up and paid my tuition off after the due date, but it still went through. I went to the wrong building at the hospital for a doctor’s appointment one time and I was almost thirty minutes late, but they made time for me anyway. I booked a train to Seattle and it was supposed to depart at 5:30 and the line was huge so my friend was scared it was going to leave without us, but we got on the train and it was fine. I had to transfer flights in Atlanta and I was late, but I made it in the end because they’re not gonna just leave you to fend for yourself at the airport, trust me you will figure out a way home. Most things will work out, and if they don’t it’s usually not the end of the world.

roseystims:

ok I’ve gotten messages saying the glitter in this video was actually edible and safe to eat

let me show y’all somethin

this stuff? this is edible glitter. it’s basically crushed sugar, a similar texture to if you chipped at a rock candy stick. (x,x)

however, THIS

(x, x)

like you see in Instagram videos? that’s not edible. you can’t get an unnatural reflective shine like that without plastic. it’s usually labeled as edible or “food safe” but it is not any different than the glitter in the craft section at Michael’s. the reason they get away with this is because they label it with “FDA Approved” or “non-toxic.” FDA Approved just means the risks of consuming it aren’t enough to warrant concern (x), and non-toxic just means it’s not poisonous. it doesn’t mean it’s made from edible ingredients.

so YES there is such a thing as edible glitter, however the stuff they used didn’t look like it.

faeforge:

thedarksideoflimbo:

Three things I find hilarious about this:

1: Jeff Goode goes to Furry Cons

2: Disney acknowledges and prepares show creators that their show will, most definitely, become porn.

3: Disney has examples on hand of how said show will, most definitely, become porn.

Pffft!!!!!

Disney doesn’t just have examples of said porn!!

Ok story time. Yeaaaars ago i dated an animator chick. During that short time together we ran around a lot and met a bunch of industry people in our area.

One of them used to work for Disney. So we are hanging out at his apartment and conversation being what it is he kinda says “hold on” and goes off to dig in the closet. He comes back and sets down a couple STACKS (and im talking foot high) of printer paper.

What followed were a couple hours of hysterical laughing as we paged through “a history of Disney animation- porn edition”

See Disney has this weird rule in their artist contracts- everything you create while in their employ is THEIRS. Even in the off time. Its one of the reasons they are reviled in the industry. But the rule was set in place to basically steal good ideas from their staff or force them to ONLY work on Disney ip’s while employed.

The jokes on them though. They didn’t count on most artists being giant perverts (this story is also why i laugh when people tell me drawing smut will ‘ruin your art career’)

So! Disney being bastards ended up earning them smut of everything they’ve ever created. And also per their policies they had to keep it. Every artist knew about the smut vault and our buddy here had photocopied a chunk of it. Yes… 2-3 feet of smut was just a chunk of it.

Snow white? Rescue rangers? Goofy? Minnie? Micky? Beauty and the beast? Aladdin? Yup you name it it was there. Some of it was mild. The topless little mermaid stuff made sense at least. Some was raunchy as hell. ALL OF IT in the animation style of the films and shows.

So yes, not only does Disney know there will be porn, have the porn, but they official porn.

You’re welcome.