challenge: name an object no human has attempted to use sexually
in 4th grade my friend and i did an experiment for science class and we wanted to see how different kinds of music affected fish so we bought a fish and put it in a bowl and then we started playing screamo and the fish DIED
i laUGHED AT THIS FOR 3 HOURS
did you put water in the bowl
I may be a shitty friend, but I’m your shitty friend.
I want to stress this again: In many, many parts of the country right now, if you want to go to see a movie in the theater and see a current movie about a woman — any story about any woman that isn’t a documentary or a cartoon — you can’t. You cannot. There are not any. You cannot take yourself to one, take your friend to one, take your daughter to one.
There are not any.
By far your best shot, numbers-wise, at finding one that’s at least even-handedly featuring a man and a woman is Before Midnight (on 891 screens) so I hope you like it. Because it’s pretty much that or a solid, impenetrable wall of movies about dudes.
Dudes in capes, dudes in cars, dudes in space, dudes drinking, dudes smoking, dudes doing magic tricks, dudes being funny, dudes being dramatic, dudes flying through the air, dudes blowing up, dudes getting killed, dudes saving and kissing women and children, and dudes glowering at each other.
Somebody asked me this morning what “the women” are going to do about this. I don’t know. I honestly am at the point where I have no idea what to do about it. Stop going to the movies? Boycott everything?
They put up Bridesmaids, we went. They put up Pitch Perfect, we went. They put up The Devil Wears Prada, which was in two-thousand-meryl-streeping-oh-six, and we went (and by “we,” I do not just mean women; I mean we, the humans), and all of it has led right here, right to this place. Right to the land of zippedy-doo-dah. You can apparently make an endless collection of high-priced action flops and everybody says “win some, lose some” and nobody decides that They Are Poison, but it feels like every “surprise success” about women is an anomaly and every failure is an abject lesson about how we really ought to just leave it all to The Rock.
The whole article is fantastic, as is pretty much everything Linda Holmes writes.
Stiles whips around in his chair to glare at Derek because while Allison and Lydia are also in the room, it’s a pretty good bet that anything driving him up the wall is going to be Derek’s fault. “Okay, what the hell is that noise?”
Derek scowls. It’s scowlier than usual.
So basically muggle sugar quills??
oh my god youre right
HOW WOULD YOU GO ABOUT DYING THAT MUCH HAIR
HOW MUCH HAIR DYE WOULD YOU NEED
We are going to say it takes 3 containers for a foot of hair, along with the thickness of her hair. Takig in those that factor along with the fact that Rapunzel’s hair is approx. 70 feet (canonically), that makes 70 x 3 =
She would need 210 containers of hairdye.
That’s a lot. Wonder how much it cost?
Well hair die costs $6.99 at Walmart. Let’s round that up to $7.00. So multiply 210 containers by 7 dollars and you get $1,470.
It would cost her around $1,500 to die all her hair blue
tumblr: solving the worlds problems one by one
this is great
Bitch this is disney, we all know a fairy did it.