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Nov. 15th, 2017
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gentlekirk:
I love dressing up, and I think part of it is just obviously wanting some attention, but it also makes me feel very good. It makes me feel happy wearing something that’s, like, just got a bit more personality, I think. Don’t get me wrong: I like a classic suit. A no-frills, nothing-crazy-about-it suit with good lines. But I think in my day-to-day life, I like a lot of interesting patterns and things.
Taika Waititi for GQ November 2017
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gentlekirk:
I love dressing up, and I think part of it is just obviously wanting some attention, but it also makes me feel very good. It makes me feel happy wearing something that’s, like, just got a bit more personality, I think. Don’t get me wrong: I like a classic suit. A no-frills, nothing-crazy-about-it suit with good lines. But I think in my day-to-day life, I like a lot of interesting patterns and things.
Taika Waititi for GQ November 2017
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preoccupiedpepper:
stachionalgeographic:
amroyounes:
Blame the algorithm
Impressed but still horrified
Facebook is extra fun because as you age you’ll pass through fun new phases like “All your friends are getting married”, “All your friends are having babies”, and recently I’ve entered a depressing new phase called “All your friends are getting divorced.”
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preoccupiedpepper:
stachionalgeographic:
amroyounes:
Blame the algorithm
Impressed but still horrified
Facebook is extra fun because as you age you’ll pass through fun new phases like “All your friends are getting married”, “All your friends are having babies”, and recently I’ve entered a depressing new phase called “All your friends are getting divorced.”
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assassinationtipsforladies:
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infernalseason:
“Elaine was deemed not ill enough for ESA [Employment and Support Allowance]. Had her benefits stopped numerous times, which in turn stopped her housing benefit.
“No income but expected to be able to pay full rent. Was told being in intensive care was not sufficient reason for failing to attend a universal credit interview.
“I went to the job centre to inform them that she couldn’t attend. But benefits stopped again.
“Uncaring housing taking her to court. She’s due to go to court on Monday. Is being dead now enough reason? Is that what’s had to happen to prove she was ill?
“How many people have got to die before this government realises they are killing vulnerable people??
The Government knows but doesn’t care. Which is why they need to go.
this is class warfare
This government’s treatment of disabled people was declared by the UN to be a “human catastrophe” and violation of human rights and not a damned thing was done to reform the system since then.http://ift.tt/2xwYA5g
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assassinationtipsforladies:
veryfemmeandantifascist:
infernalseason:
“Elaine was deemed not ill enough for ESA [Employment and Support Allowance]. Had her benefits stopped numerous times, which in turn stopped her housing benefit.
“No income but expected to be able to pay full rent. Was told being in intensive care was not sufficient reason for failing to attend a universal credit interview.
“I went to the job centre to inform them that she couldn’t attend. But benefits stopped again.
“Uncaring housing taking her to court. She’s due to go to court on Monday. Is being dead now enough reason? Is that what’s had to happen to prove she was ill?
“How many people have got to die before this government realises they are killing vulnerable people??
The Government knows but doesn’t care. Which is why they need to go.
this is class warfare
This government’s treatment of disabled people was declared by the UN to be a “human catastrophe” and violation of human rights and not a damned thing was done to reform the system since then.http://ift.tt/2xwYA5g
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steampunktendencies:
The Steam.pug by Robin Latkovich
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steampunktendencies:
The Steam.pug by Robin Latkovich
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I had a good think about this, and it turned more into a reference post than an actual statement of what really bothers me. To be honest, if it happens infrequently, I can usually squint past it - but if there’s a lot, or it’s something that’s used over and over then I find it harder.
So…here we go:
Our parents are mummy, mum, mammy, mam, ma, mother etc, and daddy, dad, da, pa, father etc - but never ever mommy or mom, poppy or pop(s).
Individual pieces of candy are sweets. Candy bars are chocolate bars. We don’t eat pancakes for breakfast. (Pancakes are thin crepes that are eaten on Shrove Tuesday.) We eat porridge and not oatmeal, and we have biscuits and not cookies. Maple syrup was not really in the UK in the 90s, nor was corn syrup; we have golden syrup, or treacle (not molasses). Crisps are what you call chips. Jelly is not jell-o. Dumbledore eats sherbet lemons, not lemon drops. We drink fizzy drinks (well, we mostly refer to them by brand or type) and not soda. We have candy floss, not cotton candy. We have mince beef, not ground beef - and there’s a rack of different names for vegetables (courgette vs zucchini, swede vs rutabaga etc.). Faggots are meatballs, not a homosexual slur.
Whilst public (private) schools may and do charge, there’s no indication that Hogwarts requires tuition fees. Nor do we pay for healthcare; Dudley wouldn’t have been charged to have his tail removed. We don’t have extra credit, and we don’t have a grade point average. In the 90s, there weren’t really proms, and no graduation ceremonies. (Some schools did awards ceremonies following results, usually in the first term of the next school year.) We don’t have kindergarten; we have reception.
We use the pavement, not the sidewalk. We use a car park and not a parking lot. In the 90s, you could legally smoke at 16 (now 18), you could legally drive at 17, you could legally drink at 18. In the 60s and 70s, the shopkeeper would’ve served Severus or Lily for their parents, even though they’re underage. Lily and Severus lived around the same postcode, not ZIP code. A yard in Spinner’s End is actually a yard (6 foot of paving), not a garden. If Severus wants to grow items for brewing (assuming no magical shenanigans), he probably needs to have an allotment. Our streets are not set up in blocks. Cokeworth is not in London, and certainly cannot be accessed via the tube.
You fill your car with petrol or diesel, not gas - and we drive on the motorway, not the freeway. We take lifts and not elevators. We sleep in beds (single, double, king, super king - not twin) and not cots. We live in flats, not apartments - and the first floor is up a flight of stairs from the ground floor. We go on holiday, not vacation. We use mobiles not cellphones, and when we shop we use a trolley and not a cart. We use put rubbish in the dustbin (or just bin); we don’t put garbage in the trashcan. We don’t knock on wood, we touch wood and whilst our measuring systems are screwed up, we definitely use celsius for outside temperature. …and if Hermione’s parents ever sort Severus’ teeth out, they use braces, not retainers. (Speaking of which, we also use braces to mean suspenders. Suspenders in British English mean garters.)
We say bum or bottom or backside or arse; not ass or butt and most definitely not fanny (which is something completely different). We have fringes and not bangs. Pants go under trousers unless you’re Superman. Vests go under a shirt, and waistcoats go over…and wifebeater is not a vest, but slang for a particular lager that gets people a bit handsy. We wear football boots and not cleats. (Btw, bleachers are stands.) We wear jumpers, not sweaters. We use wardrobes and cupboards, not closets. We wear trainers and not sneakers. We ring 999 in an emergency, not 911. We use plasters, not band aids. We use notes, not bills, and £5 is the lowest (the £1 note ceased being produced in the early 80s). We don’t leave money on the bar. Cigarettes have many names, including cig, ciggie, smoke and fag. …and we have our own television shows. US bands are often important in the UK, but we also have our own music as well.
There’s no such word as ‘gotten’ in British English (sorry, I know that’s a big one for most writers; you wouldn’t expect that we wouldn’t have it!).
And if you’re pissed, you’re drunk. If you’re annoyed, you’re pissed off. Which is probably what I sound in this post, but I promise, I am not. :)
I am sure there’s a billion more, but these were the ones that sprung to mind.
In fairness, the world is getting smaller. I read a lot of American fiction, and watch a lot of American fiction, and although I might huff a little to myself when I see Snape using an Americanism, it’s not super horrendous. I might roll my eyes at the sidewalk, but I know what one is and I can carry on reading; it just pulls me out of my spell a little.
If I’m absolutely honest, I’m always impressed when people have bothered to write at all - and I wouldn’t want anyone to freeze and think, “Oh no, I daren’t write anything ever again!” I mean, I’ll admit, I’ve read stories solely due to the trope, and the writing was genuinely atrocious…but I stuck with them, and the plot ended up being fantastic.
So I do try to not ‘nope’ out of something if I can help it; you might miss out on something wonderful. But to answer your question, the things that bother me most? Mom, pancakes for breakfast, and Hogwarts tuition fees. They’re the killers for me. :D
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I had a good think about this, and it turned more into a reference post than an actual statement of what really bothers me. To be honest, if it happens infrequently, I can usually squint past it - but if there’s a lot, or it’s something that’s used over and over then I find it harder.
So…here we go:
Our parents are mummy, mum, mammy, mam, ma, mother etc, and daddy, dad, da, pa, father etc - but never ever mommy or mom, poppy or pop(s).
Individual pieces of candy are sweets. Candy bars are chocolate bars. We don’t eat pancakes for breakfast. (Pancakes are thin crepes that are eaten on Shrove Tuesday.) We eat porridge and not oatmeal, and we have biscuits and not cookies. Maple syrup was not really in the UK in the 90s, nor was corn syrup; we have golden syrup, or treacle (not molasses). Crisps are what you call chips. Jelly is not jell-o. Dumbledore eats sherbet lemons, not lemon drops. We drink fizzy drinks (well, we mostly refer to them by brand or type) and not soda. We have candy floss, not cotton candy. We have mince beef, not ground beef - and there’s a rack of different names for vegetables (courgette vs zucchini, swede vs rutabaga etc.). Faggots are meatballs, not a homosexual slur.
Whilst public (private) schools may and do charge, there’s no indication that Hogwarts requires tuition fees. Nor do we pay for healthcare; Dudley wouldn’t have been charged to have his tail removed. We don’t have extra credit, and we don’t have a grade point average. In the 90s, there weren’t really proms, and no graduation ceremonies. (Some schools did awards ceremonies following results, usually in the first term of the next school year.) We don’t have kindergarten; we have reception.
We use the pavement, not the sidewalk. We use a car park and not a parking lot. In the 90s, you could legally smoke at 16 (now 18), you could legally drive at 17, you could legally drink at 18. In the 60s and 70s, the shopkeeper would’ve served Severus or Lily for their parents, even though they’re underage. Lily and Severus lived around the same postcode, not ZIP code. A yard in Spinner’s End is actually a yard (6 foot of paving), not a garden. If Severus wants to grow items for brewing (assuming no magical shenanigans), he probably needs to have an allotment. Our streets are not set up in blocks. Cokeworth is not in London, and certainly cannot be accessed via the tube.
You fill your car with petrol or diesel, not gas - and we drive on the motorway, not the freeway. We take lifts and not elevators. We sleep in beds (single, double, king, super king - not twin) and not cots. We live in flats, not apartments - and the first floor is up a flight of stairs from the ground floor. We go on holiday, not vacation. We use mobiles not cellphones, and when we shop we use a trolley and not a cart. We use put rubbish in the dustbin (or just bin); we don’t put garbage in the trashcan. We don’t knock on wood, we touch wood and whilst our measuring systems are screwed up, we definitely use celsius for outside temperature. …and if Hermione’s parents ever sort Severus’ teeth out, they use braces, not retainers. (Speaking of which, we also use braces to mean suspenders. Suspenders in British English mean garters.)
We say bum or bottom or backside or arse; not ass or butt and most definitely not fanny (which is something completely different). We have fringes and not bangs. Pants go under trousers unless you’re Superman. Vests go under a shirt, and waistcoats go over…and wifebeater is not a vest, but slang for a particular lager that gets people a bit handsy. We wear football boots and not cleats. (Btw, bleachers are stands.) We wear jumpers, not sweaters. We use wardrobes and cupboards, not closets. We wear trainers and not sneakers. We ring 999 in an emergency, not 911. We use plasters, not band aids. We use notes, not bills, and £5 is the lowest (the £1 note ceased being produced in the early 80s). We don’t leave money on the bar. Cigarettes have many names, including cig, ciggie, smoke and fag. …and we have our own television shows. US bands are often important in the UK, but we also have our own music as well.
There’s no such word as ‘gotten’ in British English (sorry, I know that’s a big one for most writers; you wouldn’t expect that we wouldn’t have it!).
And if you’re pissed, you’re drunk. If you’re annoyed, you’re pissed off. Which is probably what I sound in this post, but I promise, I am not. :)
I am sure there’s a billion more, but these were the ones that sprung to mind.
In fairness, the world is getting smaller. I read a lot of American fiction, and watch a lot of American fiction, and although I might huff a little to myself when I see Snape using an Americanism, it’s not super horrendous. I might roll my eyes at the sidewalk, but I know what one is and I can carry on reading; it just pulls me out of my spell a little.
If I’m absolutely honest, I’m always impressed when people have bothered to write at all - and I wouldn’t want anyone to freeze and think, “Oh no, I daren’t write anything ever again!” I mean, I’ll admit, I’ve read stories solely due to the trope, and the writing was genuinely atrocious…but I stuck with them, and the plot ended up being fantastic.
So I do try to not ‘nope’ out of something if I can help it; you might miss out on something wonderful. But to answer your question, the things that bother me most? Mom, pancakes for breakfast, and Hogwarts tuition fees. They’re the killers for me. :D
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I need more Jaia in my life
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marilita:
That’s Dom and Alisha but who cares?
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marilita:
That’s Dom and Alisha but who cares?
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everydayechos:
realitysend:
gilajames:
kimmiesue13:
conquerorwurm:
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aethersea:
shaelit:
birdwithapeopleface:
obersts2:
gerudo-pirate:
canvasprettyboy:
new metric for your personality as an adult = what you named your most iconic stuffed animal as a kid
i had “baby” “new baby” and “babies” and that really is all you need to know about me
“piggy”
My most iconic stuffed animal was a corner of the yellow border of my baby blanket, which I named “Part”. Because it was a part of the border.
Yeah.
I had a Dalmatian named Patch (he didn’t have a patch) and a yellow blanket named Blanket and a kind of spaniel dog named Christi, after my aunt. I was not an exciting child.
I tried so hard to rename my stuffed dog something exciting, like Comet or Starfire, but eventually I had to admit his name was always going to be Spot.
when i was three i got an alligator plush from the alligator farm and named him Heart Pink Dress
I had a teddy bear whose name was my grandmother’s full name with the word “Bear” added at the end
Bunny Rose (because it was a bunny made of floral fabric) but I was adamant that HE was a BOY despite being floral and pink.This confused everyone who ever met me.
I also had a lovey called Blue Thing. It was a potholder.
My animals were named Dog, Bear, Penguin, etc. Even now at age 47 my animals are named Shark, Sharkie, Frog, Big Shark, Octopus, and so on. The only one with names were Pooh (Pooh Bear) and Snoopy.
I really don’t remember ever naming my stuffed animals, and I had a bunch of them. Still do, actually. I mean, the Steiff ones came kinda pre-named, but aside from that? …nope.
I have a stuffed rhinoceros who, somewhere in his very long life, acquired the name ’Hippo’. I’m certain that I did not have this sense of irony as a toddler, but my mom doesn’t remember him having any other name, so there it is. He’s been all over the world with me.
My four most important stuffed toys were a frog called Froggy, a lamb called Lamby, an owl called Owly, aaaaaand a ring-tailed lemur called Ringo.
I was not a complicated child. Ringo was really branching out, tbh.
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everydayechos:
realitysend:
gilajames:
kimmiesue13:
conquerorwurm:
invisiblespork:
aethersea:
shaelit:
birdwithapeopleface:
obersts2:
gerudo-pirate:
canvasprettyboy:
new metric for your personality as an adult = what you named your most iconic stuffed animal as a kid
i had “baby” “new baby” and “babies” and that really is all you need to know about me
“piggy”
My most iconic stuffed animal was a corner of the yellow border of my baby blanket, which I named “Part”. Because it was a part of the border.
Yeah.
I had a Dalmatian named Patch (he didn’t have a patch) and a yellow blanket named Blanket and a kind of spaniel dog named Christi, after my aunt. I was not an exciting child.
I tried so hard to rename my stuffed dog something exciting, like Comet or Starfire, but eventually I had to admit his name was always going to be Spot.
when i was three i got an alligator plush from the alligator farm and named him Heart Pink Dress
I had a teddy bear whose name was my grandmother’s full name with the word “Bear” added at the end
Bunny Rose (because it was a bunny made of floral fabric) but I was adamant that HE was a BOY despite being floral and pink.This confused everyone who ever met me.
I also had a lovey called Blue Thing. It was a potholder.
My animals were named Dog, Bear, Penguin, etc. Even now at age 47 my animals are named Shark, Sharkie, Frog, Big Shark, Octopus, and so on. The only one with names were Pooh (Pooh Bear) and Snoopy.
I really don’t remember ever naming my stuffed animals, and I had a bunch of them. Still do, actually. I mean, the Steiff ones came kinda pre-named, but aside from that? …nope.
I have a stuffed rhinoceros who, somewhere in his very long life, acquired the name ’Hippo’. I’m certain that I did not have this sense of irony as a toddler, but my mom doesn’t remember him having any other name, so there it is. He’s been all over the world with me.
My four most important stuffed toys were a frog called Froggy, a lamb called Lamby, an owl called Owly, aaaaaand a ring-tailed lemur called Ringo.
I was not a complicated child. Ringo was really branching out, tbh.
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