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bctheinternet:

Louis C.K. on slavery

Frankly put. I am a FAKE GEEK GUY. I admit it. I like geek stuff, but I don’t love geek stuff. Not the way most geeks do. I’m an interloper on the geek scene. I’ve seen the movies, but I don’t know the canon. I am not a true fan.

All those things about not really loving the source material and “just watching the movies” or only reading the one book that everyone has read. That—all of that—applies to me.

But here are some things that have never happened to me. I have never been quizzed about who Data’s evil brother is to prove I like Star Trek. I have never had to justify my place in a midnight line to see Spider-man II by knowing who took up the mantle of Spider-man after Peter Parker’s death. (Peter Parker dies? Really? That’s so sad!) I have never had to explain who Nightwing is in order to participate in a conversation about Batman. (Nightwing is like….Robin on steroids, right?) I have never been asked how battle meditation works in order to voice my opinion that Enterprise shields would probably make a fight with Star Wars technology one sided. (Battle meditation is something that was in that Jedi role playing game, wasn’t it?) I have never had to beat everybody in the room (twice) at Mario Kart to prove I liked video games. I have never had my gender “honorarily” changed by having enough geek interests to be accepted (“you’re one of the guys now”). No one has ever insisted I tell them the difference between a tank and DPS in an MMORPG before allowing me to discuss raiding Molten Core. I have never been dismissed as a faker at a prequel screening because I didn’t know which admiral came out of light speed too close to the planet’s surface in The Empire Strikes Back. I have never been quizzed about Armor Class in order to get past someone who was blocking my path to the back of a game store where my friends were waiting at the tables. I have never been told I’m not a real fan. I have never been shamed for coming to a convention despite my lack of esoteric knowledge. And I have never, ever, EVER been invited to leave a fandom because I didn’t like [whatever it was] enough.

Every one of the things I have listed, I have personally witnessed happen. To women.

That’s not elitism. That’s sexism.

gorlt:

it’s 2014 can we please stop pretending like it’s just a small majority of white people who are racist like please watch the news read a history book

darthxinvader:

becausebirds:

Meet Sable, the 1 in 100,000 melanic (oppsite of albino) Barn Owl that wasn’t rejected by its mother for its unique dark coloring.

Oh my god

darthxinvader:

becausebirds:

Meet Sable, the 1 in 100,000 melanic (oppsite of albino) Barn Owl that wasn’t rejected by its mother for its unique dark coloring.

Oh my god

hyper-vintage:

misskittyfantastico:

kilikilibobili:

leupagus:

Role model

#every woman should have a butterfly knife  #and just play with it while dudes ask her dumb things (via leupagus)

It’s even better when you realize she learned how to do that when she was ELEVEN.

My love.

liquorinthefront:

this is awesome.

pinkcookiedimples:

lagiaconde:

jaimie foxx wears a trayvon martin shirt to the BET awards.

the headlines:

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macklemore mentions trayvon martin during his acceptance speech at the AMA awards.

the headlines:

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the message: PoC are racist crybabies until a white knight notices the issue and plays champion.

This isn’t even surprising

Yep apparently it is entirely survivable if u act right away:
Freefall from an airplane is completely survivable with some planning. Caught in a freefall? Your airplane explode? Your parachute didn’t open? Here’s what to do! Your body doesn’t keep increasing in speed, it hits what’s called terminal velocity. You’re a human being, so you’ll max out at about 120 miles per hour. Even less if you stretch out like a flying squirrel. That’s not even that fast, really. The first thing you’ll usually do is wake up. There’s not a lot of oxygen where airplanes fly, so you’ll pass out when you get sucked out. This is fine, orient yourself, figure out which way is up and which way is down. You have about four minutes of quality time to come up with a solution to your very real problem. Look around. Do you see a parachute barreling towards the Earth near you? Grab that shit, problem solved! Don’t see a parachute? No problem, do you see debris? A big flat piece of airplane scrap is perfect, ride that shit to safety. It will slow you down immensely. If you didn’t know, that’s how parachutes work you dense motherfucker. Nothing around you to grab onto? No problem. Look down, find yourself somewhere nice to land. Water? Avoid that shit! The only difference between water and concrete is that water will swallow your shattered body after it kills you. You need something that likes to compress when force is applied. Snow loves that shit. Find your ass some snow. No snow? Mud is good too. Deep ass mud is perfect. You want swampy marshland. It’s hard to tell how deep mud is, so it’s not a great bet, but it’s better than nothing. Do you see trees? Trees have a great habit of slowing you down a little bit by beating the shit out of you with branches. Each one will probably break a bone as you blast through them, but that’s fine. If each one takes 10 mph from your descent, just 12 branches could save your life. Avoid redwoods. You’ll slow down enough to survive only to fall 50+ feet from the last branch and die anyway. No snow, no trees, and no mud? No problem! Hit the ground with the balls of your feet as close to the last second as possible. Each leg will take the impact, dividing it in half, shattering your legs, and then your hips, but preserving your soft organs and vitally important head. Look for shallow slopes that will cradle your broken body when you come to a stop. Avoid falling forward or backward, try to fall to the side. Homeboy survived because the glass took a lot of his momentum away, severely diminishing the speed he landed with. That’s your goal. Slow yourself down, slam into as many friendly things as possible on your way down. Land with your head up and your feet down. Falling out of an airplane is safer than falling out of a six story building. At least you have time to plan out where and how you land. Stay smart!
A reddit comment on how to survive 33,000 foot freefall explained as if it were as simple as ‘how to tie your shoelaces’. (via thetalkingpoltergeist)
DARREN WILSON WAS FIRED FROM HIS FIRST POLICE JOB FOR BEING INVOLVED IN A SHOOTING OF A BLACK WOMAN.

cakeandrevolution:

startorrent02:

He has a record of killing us an they hired him back and put him in a community that’s mainly black?!?!?! I CANNOT. http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2732986/Darren-Wilson-s-policing-job-Missouri-police-department-shut-entire-force-replaced-amid-racism-corruption-allegations.html

His entire department at a previous town was shut down because of widespread corruption. they were literally so bad that people voted to close the police down.

Blue Ivy reacting to seeing herself on the screen during Beyonce’s VMA performance.