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mybluejellyfish:

Happy Birthday, Amy.

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mouthbats:professorfangirl:ultimateventist:charlesoberonn:

If something is ‘old as fuck’ then it’s about 1.2 billion years old because that’s when life evolved sexual reproduction.

 

However, if something is “old as balls” it’s only about 65 million years old, when placental mammals began to evolve proper testicles.

when did they develop improper testicles

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generalgammahiddles:

meowlingquimm:

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brychh:

wnderlst:

Svinafellsjökull, Iceland | Maurice Lepetit

generalgammahiddles

give to me

Okay so you know how we’re starting in iceland? We’re never leaving it’s too fucking rad

deal

good plan. 

generalgammahiddles:

meowlingquimm:

generalgammahiddles:

brychh:

wnderlst:

Svinafellsjökull, Iceland | Maurice Lepetit

generalgammahiddles

give to me

Okay so you know how we’re starting in iceland? We’re never leaving it’s too fucking rad

deal

good plan. 

ryanishka:

elenoa:

Ludovic Florent's series “Poussières d’étoiles” (Stardust). 

This is fucking gorgeous

HOLY SHIT THE WINGS???

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blaaargh:

from Slate:These speakeasy cards, collected between 1920 and 1933, served as certificates of membership and admission for illegal drinking establishments during Prohibition. While bouncers at some speakeasies could recognize all of their customers and other clubs used passwords, these cards were one more method of identifying the person standing at the door as somebody who should be let inside.
These cards represent clubs both famous and obscure. The card on the upper right would have admitted a partygoer to the glamorous Stork Club in its second home, which it moved into after it had been “raided out” of its first on West 58th Street. The Stork would stay at this East 51st Street location for only three years before moving up to East 53rd Street, where it would remain until its closing in 1965.
All of these cards are for establishments located on roughly the same latitude in midtown Manhattan. In the Prohibition years, according to Irving L. Allen, the blocks between 40th and 60th streets in Manhattan were rife with speakeasies. Fun with Google Maps reveals that the buildings housing these underground clubs now contain a variety of banks (Epicure), doctors’ offices (Kean’s), synagogues (Tree Club), and businesses offering search engine optimization and pest control (Club Entre Nous).

blaaargh:

from Slate:
These speakeasy cards, collected between 1920 and 1933, served as certificates of membership and admission for illegal drinking establishments during Prohibition. While bouncers at some speakeasies could recognize all of their customers and other clubs used passwords, these cards were one more method of identifying the person standing at the door as somebody who should be let inside.

These cards represent clubs both famous and obscure. The card on the upper right would have admitted a partygoer to the glamorous Stork Club in its second home, which it moved into after it had been “raided out” of its first on West 58th Street. The Stork would stay at this East 51st Street location for only three years before moving up to East 53rd Street, where it would remain until its closing in 1965.

All of these cards are for establishments located on roughly the same latitude in midtown Manhattan. In the Prohibition years, according to Irving L. Allen, the blocks between 40th and 60th streets in Manhattan were rife with speakeasies. Fun with Google Maps reveals that the buildings housing these underground clubs now contain a variety of banks (Epicure), doctors’ offices (Kean’s), synagogues (Tree Club), and businesses offering search engine optimization and pest control (Club Entre Nous).

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shadesofblackness:

Photography by the talented riki-tinoza

Model: Tifeny Moreira
Stylist: Melissa Zibi

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analish:

do you ever have those times at 4am where you get so motivated and decide to get all your shit together and then plan out your entire life and future and then the next morning you’re just like lol

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seaworld:

There is literally nothing I can read about hotdogs that will make me stop eating them

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“Anaconda” turns Nicki’s butt into a literal force of nature, causing earthquakes in a jungle setting. After parodying the idea of exoticism by opening on a jungle scene, she shifts into a workout setup with comically small weights. All of these setups make the same point: Nicki’s body is the modern ideal. And because Nicki is spitting rapid-fire jokes the whole time she is onscreen, it’s impossible to feel like she’s been reduced to a mere body.

This is confirmed by what comes next: Nicki squirting whipped cream on her tits, fondling a banana, and then slicing the banana with a maniacal laugh. Cutting up a metaphorical dick onscreen makes it even more clear that the “Anaconda” video is about Nicki asserting her power, not as a sexual object but a sexual subject. Both the suggestive choreography and the song’s lyrics, which recount a series of sexual encounters, double down on the fact that Nicki has all the power here, and that she can show as much of her body as she likes and retain all that power.