These awesome science and math inspired cutting boards can be found at Elysium Woodworks!
Cooking is just carefully-applied, delicious chemistry, so you might as well use as much science as possible when you’re in the kitchen!
Pusheen the cat making some chemistry.
That cat is not wearing safety goggles, he hasn’t even bothered to clean up that spilled solvent, and he is holding that Erlenmeyer flask way to close to his face.
Pusheen the Cat, more like Pusheen the limits of lab safety
This week on PCT (Pet Class Television)…
Me’n my friends and their friends’ RealID broadcasts last night.
From 1917.. You’d never see this today.
Nope, doesn’t mean it’s any less applicable.
Working on a commission!
Woah woah how the fuck are you only being paid 2.50???
How is $2.50 an hour even legal?
Hahaha. Yeah I’m not considered like, an actual employed person. So there’s no legal stuff in the way with that. I’m not supposed to tell the neighbors or anyone who knows them that I’m working for them, just that I’m a distant relative helping out.
They’re actually paying me twice what I originally asked for, since eventually I’ma start having to file taxes and whatnot. They are Very Generous.
That doesn’t make it sound any better. If they can afford a nice house in a gated neighborhood they can afford to NOT pay you less than a slave. 8| The minimum wage in Texas is $7.25.
You know, this is an answer that gets more complex every time I answer it because every draft of the novel gets more complex, too… so to answer I’m going to just start from its inception and go through a little bit of the history of it because at some point, I’ll be able to define this novel coherently in a couple of sentences, but not at this point.
About ~3 years go, I was in a prose workshop as part of my master’s degree; we had to turn in two pieces of about 15 pages each for critique and study. The piece that eventually turned into my novel wasn’t something I ever expected to go anywhere: I’d been RPing with Kat a lot and had a character like Chadley in my head doing some bratty things, and I went from there. The story was that this kid was the young prince of [Nebulous Fantasy Nation] and had to perform in a coming-of-age ceremony in which he’d fly a gryphon over the countryside, which would’ve been fine if he wasn’t petrified of heights. He convinced his best friend, who looked a lot like him, to disguise herself as him and perform the ceremony for him, and for a while, things looked like they were going to turn out great… until the best friend and the gryphon were caught in a sudden gale and crashed, apparently to their deaths.
The story didn’t go forward after that, partly because I didn’t know where it was going and partly because I ran out of time. But when I brought it to class and showed it off, literally everyone said, “What happens next? I need more of this story. What’s going to happen to the prince? What sort of effect is this having on the kingdom?” And they all decided that this was going to be the Next Big Fantasy Thing, and one of the authors even said, “You know, I could be wrong, but I think your main character is gay.”
(he totally was, I realized, on a second reading)
Their feedback was awesome and I used it to turn in a cleaned-up version of the original story for my final in that class, but then I put the whole thing on the back burner for about a year while I did crazy stuff like got married, finished my internship, and got a really great job. I didn’t end up touching the story again until NaNoWriMo a year later, when I was unemployed and stuck in a rut and thought, you know, maybe I should try this.
By that point, the story had developed a little more in my mind: the prince was exiled for his deception and had to earn his way back to the throne by figuring out the significance and use of four key objects that he’d been given by his best friend, the first being (because I’m super original) a magical ring. Along the way, he fell in with a band of pirates: an elf as the captain (his name is Eggs, and he’s based in equal parts on Every Pirate Character Ever and my husband, so he’s my favorite character) (also elves in this universe are very frequently pirates); the first mate with a secret past (Kari, who is behind Eggs and rolling her eyes at all times); and a young thief who was indentured to Eggs for losing his entire loot stash at some point. And they ended up participating in a rebellion that emancipated a city where everyone was addicted to using magic (which has Rules in this universe: namely that humans need to channel magic through either the energy or life force of another being, unless they have an elf-made token that enables them to channel freely; elves can just do whatever they want) and living on an island made of ships and the plot just burgeoned for 77k words between November and April.
After that, I put it away to age for a while, because I very firmly believe in letting a manuscript age before you edit it (it should look familiar to you but not, like something you’d read before but not necessarily written, because it’s easier to kill someone else’s darlings than it is to kill your own), and in editing, I discovered many things:
First, half of my passages put me to sleep.
Second, I needed another character’s perspective to give each part of the story more weight.
Third, I was actually looking at two books instead of just one.
SO. Now I’m in the rewriting process (which is stalled because I cannot write for shit these days unless it’s really brief RP emotes) and alternating chapters between my original main character (the prince) and the leader of the rebellion in the aforementioned magic city. And I like what I’m writing a LOT more. It’s fresher and more active, and I feel like I’m telling a story with some weight instead of just fluffing around.
And… yeah, that’s the best summary I can manage at the moment :x
Tyrande / Sylvanas / Jaina Hexafusion!
Oh god she’s so horribly written and made to look incompetent, insane and villainous, undermines all her WCIII development and provides better development by comparison to other (male) characters and is suddenly swept under the rug for one or more expansions shortly after.
The glory of the comment is that it allllmost completely applies to all three of these women… Fans of all three are pretty much looking at Blizzard and wondering wtf…
(I can hear the fusion hissing… XD this is beautiful.)
the worst way for friendships to end is for literally nothing to go wrong, you just stop talking. they stop messaging you to see how youre doing and you get sick of being the first one to initiate conversation so you just let the friendship go and wonder how that person is doing and never hear from them again
I hate this shit and this why I don’t like texting first
So, I acknowledge that the internet is one of the largest ways to make friends, and is in fact becoming a space where the majority of a person’s friendships are internet-based. Most of my closest friends I met off the internet.
But stop using your friends as crutches for your insecurity and inability to validate your own self-worth.
FRIENDSHIPS ARE NOT DETERMINED BY HOW MUCH TIME YOU DO OR DO NOT SPEND WITH THAT PERSON.
I have friends on this tumblr RIGHT NOW who I rarely speak to now a days, but they are my friends and I love them and if someone fucked with them I would be on that ass in a heartbeat. I love them for who they are and I treasure and value the times we’ve spent together. But people do drift apart for whatever reason. Not always but it does happen and that is not a bad thing NOR IS IT A FAILURE ON YOUR PART AS A FRIEND. STOP MAKING THINGS IN THEIR LIFE ABOUT YOU.
I have friends from waaaay back in my early RP days, twelve or thirteen years ago, that I have not spoken to in years. But I can promise you if we did have a chat, it’d be as if we had just spoken yesterday. Because friendships are about how you feel about one another, not about how much you jabber at each other.
If your automatic assumption that a friend no longer likes you because you aren’t talking as much as you used to, that is you pushing your negative thoughts on their actions. There could be any number of reasons why friends just sort of drift apart, but it’s only the end of a friendship if you allow it to be.
If you have so little faith in people caring about you, if you need constant validation in order to feel like you even have a friendship, no shit you’re going to feel miserable. If you’re going to have such strict requirements for maintaining a friendship, you are going to be very unhappy, because drifting apart just happens and it’s rarely ever because of a fault on your end.
Seriously internet, stop playing these “Well let’s see how long it takes them to talk to me and if they don’t then they obviously don’t care” games on people. Stop testing your friendships and believe in them and in your own self-worth. The bonds of friendship go beyond the physical and beyond constant contact and attention. It is and should be something much deeper, and if you can’t see that because you’re playing psychic chicken with them then I’m sorry.
The reason I say this is because I have been blindsided on multiple occasions this year by this same shit, and I lost three friends because of it. I was tested in order to ‘prove’ that I cared about them and that’s awful. Don’t do that to people. And since I had no idea what was going on, nor did I know there was some sort of hidden meaning behind their actions, I did not react the way they wanted. Suddenly I’m being hit by long winded messages about how they’ve been feeling miserable for months on end while I thought everything was fine. They’d built up all of these negative thoughts surrounding what they believed were the inspiration behind my actions and none of them were true. I was lost and really frustrated because I can’t deal with something if I don’t even know what’s wrong until it’s blowing up in my face. That these people believed I should know, or that it was so obvious, is ridiculous. It’s obvious to them because they’re the ones stewing in their negative emotions and convincing themselves that’s the reality.
Don’t get it twisted, I’ve been on the other side of the fence, and almost lost my childhood best friend because of it. Because I wanted her to validate my existence and soothe my fears. Because I had grown up believing that people just tolerated me, and that they were my friends out of pity (yes, this is something I was told and it stuck with me for a long time). But do you see a trend? Me. My. I wanted. I needed. Where in there was consideration for my friend? Her life and what she was going through? Her own doubts and insecurities? How could I call myself her friend if all I cared about was what I wanted her to bring to me?
Good lord, THIS.
Is it so hard to believe that quiet people exist? That my not-talking is somehow a reflection on my friendship with you?
This isn’t the Sims where a relationship decays every day you go without talking!
speaking of plate/mail-kinis this mail one is my fave because it’s like the only one that looks exactly the same on male toons as it does on female toons
it makes me happy on a deep and spiritual level
Something in progress that might never get finished. And yes, the full shot is dirty.
Me at 13 and me now tbh
i was told….
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