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coelasquid: gaywrites: Religion: you’re doing it right.

Fri, 25 May 2012 12:54:22 -0600

coelasquid:

gaywrites:

Religion: you’re doing it right.

mrjeremyt: Happy Geek Pride Day!!!!

Fri, 25 May 2012 12:51:01 -0600

mrjeremyt:

Happy Geek Pride Day!!!!

Happy mutant.

Thu, 24 May 2012 16:41:36 -0600

Happy mutant.

everkings: I’m just going to reblog theangelwithtwistedwings...

Mon, 14 May 2012 20:01:45 -0600

everkings:

I’m just going to reblog theangelwithtwistedwings forever because she posts exactly the things I want to see and share. Flawless.

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Thu, 10 May 2012 11:20:32 -0600

"For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be...."

Mon, 07 May 2012 12:04:41 -0600

““For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you have a life you’re proud of. If you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.””

- -F. Scott Fitzgerald (via auroric)

naminational: s-p-e-c-k: daryl-dixvxon: thismesseduplife: kid...

Sat, 05 May 2012 09:51:02 -0600

naminational:

s-p-e-c-k:

daryl-dixvxon:

thismesseduplife:

kiddinojustinjacela:

imivanhojas:

blueberrycheesecake2010:

Attention! Important!
Especially to the ladies we all care about…
A MESSAGE FROM THE OFFICE OF ATTORNEY GENERAL
STATE OF MICHIGAN :

SITUATION..
While driving on a rural end of the roadway on Thursday morning, I saw an infant car seat on the side of the road with a blanket draped over it.
For whatever reason, I did not stop, even though I had all kinds of thoughts running through my head. But when I got to my destination, I called the Canton PD and they were going to check it out. But, this is what the Police advised even before they went out there to check….

“There are several things to be aware of … gangs and thieves are now plotting different ways to get a person (mostly women) to stop their vehicle and get out of the car.

“There is a gang initiation reported by the local Police Department where gangs are placing a car seat by the road…with a fake baby in it….waiting for a woman, of course, to stop and check on the abandoned baby.

“Note that the location of this car seat is usually beside a wooded or grassy (field) area and the person — woman — will be dragged into the woods, beaten and raped, and usually left for dead. If it’s a man, they’re usually beaten and robbed and maybe left for dead, too.

DO NOT STOP FOR ANY REASON!!! DIAL 9-1-1 AND REPORT WHAT YOU SAW, BUT DON ‘T EVEN SLOW DOWN.

Oh yea, about the EGGS:
“IF YOU ARE DRIVING AT NIGHT AND EGGS ARE THROWN AT YOUR WINDSHIELD, DO NOT STOP TO CHECK YOUR CAR, DO NOT OPERATE THE WIPERS AND DO NOT SPRAY ANY WATER BECAUSE EGGS MIXED WITH WATER BECOME MILKY, AND BLOCK YOUR VISION UP TO 92.5%, AND YOU ARE THEN FORCED TO STOP BESIDE THE ROAD AND BECOME A VICTIM OF THESE CRIMINALS.
THIS IS A NEW TECHNIQUE USED BY GANGS, SO PLEASE INFORM YOUR FRIENDS AND RELATIVES.

THESE ARE DESPERATE TIMES AND THESE ARE UNSAVORY INDIVIDUALS WHO WILL TAKE DESPERATE MEASURES TO GET WHAT THEY WANT.”

Please talk to your loved ones about this. This is a new tactic being used. Please be safe.

Get started NOW — SEND THIS MESSAGE TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS AND LOVED ONES TO BE CAREFUL AND BE AWARE OF EVERYTHING AROUND THEM SO AS NOT TO BECOME THE VICTIM.

WARNING # 3:
Some knew about the red light on cars, but not Dialing 112.
It was about 1:00 p.m. in the afternoon, and Lauren was driving to visit a friend. An UNMARKED police car pulled up behind her and put his lights on. Lauren’s parents have always told her to never pull over for an unmarked car on the side of the road,but rather to wait until they get to a gas station, etc.

Lauren had actually listened to her parents advice, and promptly called,112 on her cell phone to tell the police dispatcher that she would not pull over right away. She proceeded to tell the dispatcher that there was an unmarked police car with a flashing red light on his rooftop behind her. The dispatcher checked to see if there were police cars where she was andthere weren’t, and he told her to keep driving, remain calm and that he had back up already on the way.

Ten minutes later 4 cop cars surrounded her and the unmarked car behind her. One policeman went to her side and the others surrounded the car behind. They pulled the guy from the car and tackled him to the ground. The man was a convicted rapist and wanted for other crimes.
I never knew about the 112 Cell Phone feature. I tried it on my AT&T phone & it said, “Dialing Emergency Number.”
Especially for a woman alone in a car, you should not pull over for an unmarked car. Apparently police have to respect your right to keep going on to a safe place.

*Speaking to a service representative at Bell Mobility confirmed that 112 was a direct link to State trooper info. So, now it’s your turn to let your friends know about “Dialing, 112”

You may want to send this to every Man, Woman & Youngster you know; it may well save a life.

This applies to ALL 50 states
PLEASE PASS ALONG TO FRIENDS AND FAMILY, IT CAN SAVE A LIFE….

Just for everyone’s safety. please read this. I dont want any of my buddies becoming a target.. <3

Yes yes yes if you are unsure if a police car is legitimate or not ALWAYS drive to a well-lit and busy area. If it is a real cop they will hopefully understand.

PLEASE READ. ;A; please. god this is reminding me of all the ‘warnings’ i ever got as a child/teen/’adult’ please be safe. PLEASE.

Don’t ask me what this doodle is

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 21:54:28 -0600

Don’t ask me what this doodle is

circusbones: Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure,...

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 13:53:37 -0600

circusbones:

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle Earth.
~ George R.R. Martin

They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie, as I looked...

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 09:33:22 -0600

They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie, as I looked at him lying in his pen. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I’d only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.

But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn’t hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie’s advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn’t look like “Lab people,” whatever that meant. They must’ve thought I did.

But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes and a sealed letter from his previous owner.

See, Reggie and I didn’t really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too.
Maybe we were too much alike.

I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that. “Okay, Reggie,” I said out loud, “let’s see if your previous owner has any advice.”
____________ _________ _________ _________

To Whomever Gets My Dog:

Well, I can’t say that I’m happy you’re reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie’s new owner. I’m not even happy writing it. He knew something was different.

So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.

First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he’s part squirrel, the way he hoards them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn’t done it yet. Doesn’t
matter where you throw them, he’ll bound after them, so be careful. Don’t do it by any roads.

Next, commands. Reggie knows the obvious ones —-“sit,” “stay,” “come,” “heel.”

He knows hand signals, too: He knows “ball” and “food” and “bone” and “treat” like nobody’s business.

Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.

He’s up on his shots. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car. I don’t know how he knows when it’s time to go to the vet, but he knows.

Finally, give him some time. It’s only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He’s gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn’t bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.

And that’s why I need to share one more bit of info with you…His name’s not Reggie. He’s a smart dog, he’ll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn’t bear to give them his real name. But if someone is reading this … well it means that his new owner should know his real name. His real name is “Tank.” Because, that is what I drive.

I told the shelter that they couldn’t make “Reggie” available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could’ve left Tank with .. and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter … in the “event” … to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my CO is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he’d do it personally. And if you’re reading this, then he made good on his word.

Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family. And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he
loved me.

If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to the US I am glad to have done so. He is my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.

All right, that’s enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. Maybe I’ll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.

Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.

Thank you,

Paul Mallory
____________ _________ _________ _______

I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure, I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver
Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.

I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.

“Hey, Tank,” I said quietly.

The dog’s head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.

“C’mere boy.”

He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn’t heard in months. “Tank,” I whispered.

His tail swished.

I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my
face into his scruff and hugged him.

“It’s me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me.” Tank reached up and licked my cheek.

“So whatdaya say we play some ball?” His ears perked again.

“Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?”

Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.”

wilwheaton: The goal of CISPA is to completely eliminate any...

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 11:11:58 -0600

wilwheaton:

The goal of CISPA is to completely eliminate any sort of privacy online. It really is a Big Brother bill, and that isn’t hyperbole.

CISPA is orders of magnitude worse than SOPA/PIPA. We need to mobilize like we did before, and stop this.

markbliss: moon-over-june: I don’t even understand cosplay...

Mon, 16 Apr 2012 12:35:17 -0600

markbliss:

moon-over-june:

I don’t even understand cosplay but THIS IS GREAT

I feel high He-Man. I love this!

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Sat, 14 Apr 2012 08:19:09 -0600

pandanoi: junkwired: Omg guys! My friend shared the most...

Thu, 12 Apr 2012 10:14:45 -0600

pandanoi:

junkwired:

Omg guys! My friend shared the most amazing recipe with me. It’s chocolate pudding, but you don’t have to feel guilty eating it. Here’s what’s in it:

1 medium avocado
1/2 cup of dates
1/3 cup of water
2 tb spoons of cocoa
2 tb spoons of honey (or agave syrup for vegans)
1/8 teaspoon of salt

Just blend it all together and voila! IT TASTES LIKE CHOCOLATE PUDDING. And I’m currently eating it for lunch. It tastes fine without the dates too, it’s just not as sweet.

This sounds delicious *v*

This is so good…its death by chocolate good.

thegirlwiththefinchertattoo: impudentstrumpet: celluloidlove: ...

Thu, 12 Apr 2012 09:53:17 -0600

thegirlwiththefinchertattoo:

impudentstrumpet:

celluloidlove:

Elizabeth Banks: I Thank Birth Control Pills for My Son

Just over a year ago, my son Felix was born via gestational surrogacy. He came out of me nine months early and because of my broken belly, his babycake was baked in a wonderful angel’s oven and now — I can’t believe it — he’s a year old and walking. He has expanded my capacity for joy a thousand-fold.

His life would have been much harder to come by if not for the birth control pill. How’s that, you ask? Well, it’s a simple fact: The pill is used for many situations that have nothing to do with the prevention of pregnancy. The pill was prescribed to me when hormonally induced migraines kept me locked up in dark rooms for days at a time. It was prescribed to me to regulate insanely painful cramps every month — cramps so painful that I often vomited.

And here’s a little secret I am happy to blow the lid off of: The pill is often prescribed during the IVF (in vitro fertilization) process to help MAKE BABIES! That’s right, women dealing with infertility are often put on the pill to help regulate a cycle so that they might have a more successful IVF. The pill is used to manage ovarian cysts, endometriosis and other conditions too. Not to mention, it helps couples plan for wanted children.

Obviously, I’m not a doctor. I’m just a woman grateful for my necessary and very helpful medication. And I’m sure glad I don’t have to discuss any of these conditions, including infertility, with my employer.

A girlfriend and I recently wondered what would be more mortifying: having to tell her male employer she needed birth control to mitigate a heavy flow or just bleeding all over herself in the office?

So with that image in mind, I encourage all women — and the men in their lives — to protect access to birth control, and encourage our politicians to take women’s health issues out of the political process.

For more information, please visit the most comprehensive and willing advocates for women’s health in America: www.plannedparenthood.org.

I love this woman.

This.

naminational: I’ve gone insane! (making buttons will do that)...

Thu, 12 Apr 2012 09:11:36 -0600

naminational:

I’ve gone insane! (making buttons will do that) and i’m offering all of these that you see! what does this mean? you have a chance to get a free button!

RULES: (dem rules)

Re-blog/re-tumbl! (or re-tweet from my @Naminationart account) each counts as an entry! HOWEVER! i am kinda tech stupid when it comes to this stuff. SO, please re-blog/tweet the original posting :3 (it will make it easy on me. its a modern marvel im even typing this)

How this will work:

i will go to the original posts, look at the names, put them in a list, assign numbers and go to a random number picker. http://www.random.org/ click the button 12 times to get all the winners, and i will mail the envelopes at random (so i will have no idea who gets what, these buttons are going into sealed envelopes before i draw names)

and if this goes well i may do more random giveaways later on :D seriously 12 buttons. dem be good odds.

wait you don’t like dem odds? WELL FINE, i suppose a like/heart/favorite will count as an additional name entry. wait, what? you mean, if you just like this post, re-blog, re-tweet and favorite that tweet you have 4 shots at a button?

who loves you? that right. i do.

HOWEVER:

There will be something i will need form you. A: a way to contact you. B: an address to mail to. (snaaaaaaail maaaaaail).

WHO I AM:

because maybe this will spread beyond people who know me. Well hi there! im a Nami, im involved wit:

RabbleBytes http://rabblebytes.wordpress.com/

the creator of Tattered http://tattered.smackjeeves.com/

and rock out over here —> http://naminational.deviantart.com/

as well as other stuff! so if you like what you see check back!

The Tweet to re-tweet:

https://twitter.com/#!/Naminationart/status/190279442873057280

now, go love on that re-blog/fave button. :D

CONTEST ENDS:

APRIL 18TH i will give everyone until the 23rd to respond after the drawing on the 18th. for those that don’t respond, i will draw again. so check back as i will post a winners circle.

note: i may edit this as time goes by so be sure to check back to stay in the loop if you want dem buttons!

naminational: Nami’s Fun Time Signal Boost: Angi (creator of...

Tue, 10 Apr 2012 12:39:13 -0600

naminational:

Nami’s Fun Time Signal Boost:

Angi (creator of Devils Cake) has opened up commissions! check over here: http://angichan.deviantart.com/journal/COMMISSIONS-OPEN-295102286

Commissions this time are Copics and Ink on 4X6 Bristol. Portraits. *34.00$ each.

*($1.00 per extra character)
*(1.00 Shipping and Handling U.S should you choose to have the original shipped to you.)
(($5.00 Shipping and Handling for outside the U.S))
Payment Method is PayPal

Examples (see photos)

ALSO: Did you know she is selling original Comic Pages for Devil’s Cake?

Devils Cake: http://devilscake.smackjeeves.com/

Devils Cake Store: http://devilscake.storenvy.com/

FUN FACTS:

Devil’s Cake has about to launch its book 2! over at the store Envy store you can support Angi by picking up a copy of book 1. :3

Devil’s Cake has over 500 pages in its archives

Angi may or may not be a troll

Web comic’s and good artists are a wonderful gift to give any friend, so please pass this around and tell people whom may be unaware about Devil’s Cake and Angi.

/Nami’s Fun Time Signal Boost

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Sat, 07 Apr 2012 18:05:16 -0600

More creatures

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 17:44:59 -0600

More creatures

Another creature

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 17:17:01 -0600

Another creature