Moon Ninja

we have this app called toogoodtogo where restaurants/cafes/bakeries/hotels and so on sell their leftovers for really cheap to reduce foodwaste

i got all of this for €4 from starbucks

I used to do community service at a community breakfast, we’d go to the local Safeway and get all their stale bread, the local bakery for their stale baked goods and whatnot.

1. the bit where thor unlocks his powers near the end of thor ragnarok and the immigrant song starts playing in the background

2. the bit in winter soldier where bucky moves out of the way of that car

Sam in the beginning of CACW.

That strawberry tho.

I added this version too because look at his lips. Just look.

whopss

Look at himmmm!!!!

I just can’t gfjgdsfdsjdakjdk

https://youtu.be/i4vAZZ8iLGY

With masterpieces such as:

I mean

I MEAN

BUT LIKE?? ALSO, HOPE FOR THAT MATTER???

and i know, from watching my friends and seeing their panic and terror when something broke, that not only were not nearly enough children told this thing, many children were punished in place of being reassured

and thats heartbreaking

so heres the words from my mom that i was always told, and theyre the same words that anyone who never got to hear them should hear now, courtesy of my mom, who has repeated those same words to many a friend of mine and now to you

if i ever broke anything, the first words out of her mouth would always be and have always been, “are you hurt?” 

i would say no

she would say, “thats okay, then”

and i would ask why

My grandmother owns crystal bowls that have been passed down to her from her grandmother. Being a family with Jewish heritage in Austria, every single piece of family history we own is basically a treasure in itself. I was already an adult when she allowed me to take one of them home with me, of course only after I swore several oaths to keep it safe. I can go months and years without breaking a single dish, but lo and behold, it takes two weeks and a split second of not paying attention, and suddenly that crystal bowl, that’s worth more to my grandmother than the entire rest of her furniture, goes flying and shatters into a million pieces. I swear I watched for what felt like an hour as that thing dropped, turned around itself and finally crashed in a spectacular impact. Anyway, it’s completely beyond repair, and I’m freaking out because my grandmother will murder me. Only, she will not, because even worse, she’s going to be fucking heartbroken and so, so disappointed with me she won’t even find it within herself to murder me. But, you gotta do what you gotta do - not being able to face her while confessing, I call her, in tears, apologizing a hundred times before she finally goes: “Gigi, calm down now, what happened??” “*sobbing* I- I broke your grandma’s bohooohooowl -” And my grandmother, bless that woman, starts laughing hysterically. She’s laughing so much I think, I must have broken her, that’s it, she’s lost her marbles now and it’s my fault, until she wheezes out: “Gigi that bowl survived two world wars and the Nazis but not a month in your kitchen!” and of course I fucking lost it too at that point. That’s how I learned, that in the end, it’s really all about perspective. 

her nonprofit the imagination library sends out monthly books, completely free of charge, to any child that wants it. anyone who knows anything about reading education will tell you that simply putting books into children’s homes is the best way to promote literacy. they even have braille and audio options!

She's supported charities benefiting Appalachia and shut down racism and misogyny for decades. She's incredibly brave.

Dungeon masters, Minecraft players, fanfic writers:

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steviefinegan And as I think we’d always suspected, it turns out the world was saved by fanfic. So many congrats to AO3 and all who sail in her #HugoAwards

dublin2019 "All our work would be meaningless without the uncountable fan creators who share their creativity freely,“ — @AO3 acceptance speech. #hugoawards2019 #HugoAwards #Dublin2019

ruthejbooth Best Related Work is… unsurprisingly… Archive of Our Own!! “Art happens not in isolation, but in community”, and what a great tribute to that this is! They raise the lights and ask community members to share this win with them! #Dublin2019 #Worldcon2019 #Worldcon #HugoAwards

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stay hydrated. you need to drink more water than you think. do not wait until you’re thirsty to drink water- if you’re thirsty you’re already dehydrated.

if you have outdoor pets do not let them out for too long. if the pavement is too hot for your bare feet it’s too hot for your pets.

keep all of your blinds closed during the day. if you have air conditioning don’t set your thermostat below 75F so you don’t overtax the system and help conserve energy. if you don’t have ac try to keep the air moving through your place as much as possible.

the sun is at its peak between 11am-4pm so avoid direct sun exposure for more than a few minutes at a time during those hours.

if you do go outside: sunscreen. sunscreen. sun. screen. highest spf you can get your hands on.

keep an eye out for people - heat stroke presents differently than dehydration but both can be deadly.

consider giving money (if you have it) to local shelters and food kitchens- this kind of weather kills and places that help the homeless and people in need will be needing extra support.

“hhhhhhhhhhhh”

*guitar riff*

“you are…..?”

*gasp*

Like the first time he says “LOL” out loud. “Ell-oh-ell, as the kids say” he says cheerfully and Crowley nearly slams the Bentley into a duck pond cause his brain just tried to escape what his ears just heard and subsequently goes off on a ten minute rant about how no one says it out loud, you’re not supposed to say it out loud, Angel. All the while Aziraphale is feigning politely confused ignorance, and thoroughly enjoying the tangent Crowley has now sneeringly diverted onto, snipping and snarling his way through his syllables, eventually admitting that while he claimed responsibility for the addition of YouTube comments on videos, that was just another thing humans came up with all on their own.

“Fascinating,” is all the angel has to say for himself, and the incident is quite forgotten until he does it again, this time responding to something Crowley says simply with “meirl” and for a split second Crowley thinks it’s some sort of German word he’s actually forgot exists until he realizes Aziraphale just said “me in real life” and whatever last few dregs of his soul that exist shrivel and die.

And it just keeps happening until one day Crowley catches the flutter of amusement behind Aziraphale’s benign and guileless expression and realizes the smug git has been trolling him this whole time, and he’s simultaneously torn between being hopping mad about it (because that’s his job dammit) but also weirdly proud.

“You bastard,” he says, unable to keep the serpentine smile from spreading over his face, “how long were you going to keep that up?”

“Him? What? No, I’m the cool one!” Crowley all but howls, waving a hand toward his angelic counterpart who is sitting at the kitchen table in the cottage sipping a cup of tea. “He hasn’t even changed his waistcoat since the 1890s!”

“So what you’re saying is he doesn’t ascribe to the model of unethical consumerism encouraged by late stage capitalism that keeps people shackled to their corporate overlords?” Pepper asks, giving him a bored look.

“What?!”

“Or that his sense of self isn’t tied to an arbitrary set of standards set by an industry hell bent on destroying values of self worth and happiness in pursuit of profit extolled at the cost of human dignity and life in sweat shops around the globe?”

“…What?!”

And there’s a bit of an awkward pause cause well, everyone’s wondering but you’re not just supposed to blurt it out and assume so all the adults are doing that high nervous laugh adults do when Kids Say Things and Aziraphale who likes to think he’s good with children looks down at this little inquisitive cherub face, bending at the waist to lean on his knees and says cheerfully, “And what’s your name little one?”

“Éowyn.”

“Éowyn, what a pretty name.”

“No it’s not.”

“Oh, er…”

“Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Are you married?” which is the moment when the girls mother can be heard hissing Wynnie in a soft fierce whisper and Aziraphale finds himself compelled to answer honeslty under the scrutiny of her six year old stare.

“Er, no.”

“Why not?”

Which is when Crowley, who is actually good with kids crouches down and says “Just haven’t had the time for it yet,” which would be so laughable if it wasn’t also so soul rendingly true. And then because he knows how children work adds, “There were some people who didn’t like us being friends very much, but that’s over with now.”

“Hear hear,” Mr. Young interjects, cause he feels like someone ought to, and well Adam’s sitting right there and you never know. He’d hate for his boy to every worry…

“Quite right,” Mrs. Young echoes, passing round another plate of jammy dodgers, two of which Crowley manages to snaffle without anyone seeing, one for him and one for Wynnie, who rips the biscuit apart with practiced efficiency and eats the jam filling first. The same way Crowley likes to.

“Dunno,” Crowley admits honestly, giving the angel a sideways glance as he stands up, forced to drag Wynnie with him, the six year old having decided to adopt the tall leggy man, and wrap her sticky arms around his neck. It’s disgusting but he’s dealt with worse. “Haven’t really thought about it, perhaps we should.”

“Well…” Aziraphale flushes, not sure why they’re having this discussion in public but suspecting somehow that Crowley orchestrated it. “I don’t think we need to be hasty…”

And Crowley can’t help but laugh at that.

It’s only later, after the events of the day have settled and he’s had time to think about it, that Aziraphale brings it up again while they’re sitting at the bus stop. In hindsight, they should have brought the Bentley, but really they’re just enjoying sitting beside each other out in the open. They’ve spent so long hiding, it’s nice to simply be.

“Did you really mean that…”

“Mean what?”

“Back there, with all the humans…about…getting married.” He says it in a whisper, as though he’s afraid who will hear.

“Dunno really,” Crowley says after a while, carefully nonchalant. “Seems like the human thing to do.”

“But we’re not human.”

“No, but we like human things. Perhaps we’d like that too.”

They’re silent again for a time, long enough for the first few stars to come out from behind the clouds, and then Aziraphale brightens, “We could have a cake.”

Crowley just glares at it through all of this, knowing he won’t be believed if he complains about how much its victimising him and watches it acting all innocent.

So really there’s two possibilities here:

(Humorous) Crowley believes the roomba is out to get him (possibly because it unknowingly bumps into his feet a few times the first night), and so, therefore, it is. Aziraphale believes the roomba is very cute and reminiscent of a small, loving pet, and so, around him, it is.

Gary Webb didn’t kill himself he was murdered.  No way in hell do I fucking believe that Gary Webb committed suicide by shooting himself twice in the head.

2.    Rick Ross admitted that he believes Gary was murdered because they were still working on their documentary (American Drug War) while Ross was still in prison at the time.  As Ross said, “The last time I talked to Gary, he still seemed adamant about continuing with his investigation.”

3. Then 10 years after his death the CIA admits they purposely destroyed Webb career and life and still target him until his death.

I don’t believe for a second that Gary Webb shot himself twice in the head. 

That’s when I was introduce to Gary Webb work. You often see me speak on what he revealed about the Reagan Administration and how Ronald Reagan was the fucking devil that I am glad that he is rotting away in hell right now.

When folks start spilling the tea on the government, the government’s first reaction is to silence them.

Killing them is one way. Smear campaigns are another.