Two women in other parts of the country wanted to pay an overdue bill for someone in Detroit. This is their project.
This is a thing of beauty to brighten the day. Well done, Internet!
Yet they claim that the queer community is overly sexual and puts our sex lives out there. Straight people are weird.
Ugh. 50 Shades baby wear. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
And I’ve been there. The temptation is to put your spawn in something cute, but there are limits (or none, as indicated here) on taste.
I’d recommend strolling over to Young Punks (dot) com or Think Geek for some brain bleach.
Haunted Mansion shop to replace Yankee Trader this fall.
I’ve enjoyed hearing from guests who are just as excited as me for the new Haunted Mansion products coming this fall to Disney Parks. As it turns out, Madame Leota and the 999 happy haunts from the Haunted Mansion attraction have also received your sympathetic vibrations. This fall, they are gathering to open a new merchandise destination in Liberty Square at Magic Kingdom Park in Florida.
The new merchandise shop will be located in the current Yankee Trader shop, which will have its last day of operation on July 27, 2014. Inspired by Madame Leota, the new location will carry select items from the upcoming Haunted Mansion Authentic program including apparel, home goods, souvenirs, and more.
Final arrangements are still being made, so I invite you to keep watching the Disney Parks Blog in the coming months. I can’t wait to share additional details about this new destination for all things Haunted Mansion.
I need to go to DisneyWorld. I understand this.
I hear that May is a good time to go, just before schools are let out. Unfortunately, it would probably be opposite Bats Day.
Still, there is a plan to go in the not-too-distant future, and news like this always makes it more tempting.
Okay, so this is a thing I have explained before, and I now need to explain again, and I am doing it publicly because I feel that maybe I have not explained it clearly enough here on Tumblr. This is not meant to single any one person out. But:
I have clinical OCD. One of the ways it manifests is that people cannot give me permission not to answer things. The only one who can declare comment amnesty is me. Otherwise, the unanswered asks and comments will literally gnaw at me. They will haunt me. They will render me physically unable to sleep at night. I will start having panic attacks because of the unanswered email and messages with “please don’t answer this” worked into the text, because everything I am says “answer it,” and everything I am says “don’t break the rules, don’t go against what people ask.”
Do you see the problem?
When I said “please do not message me about the death of my cat,” I meant “please do not message me about the death of my cat,” not “please do not message me unless you also give me permission not to answer.” I still have to answer. I cannot help it.
I am so, so grateful that other people are sorry for my loss. It doesn’t make the pain stop, but pain shared is pain lessened. At the same time, having people go directly and explicitly counter to what I have asked makes things worse, because now I am heartbroken and dehydrated and not being listened to.
I am not trying to be harsh, even though I understand that I may sound that way. But please, do not message me about Lilly’s death. Please, do not give me permission not to answer you. Only I can give myself that permission.
Please, be gentle with me right now.
So hey, using this ask and response as an example (not to single out either of the primary participants), this is just a general reminder:
When someone asks you to not do a thing, and you do the thing anyway, you are being disrespectful.
When someone asks you to not do a thing, and you do the thing anyway, even with the best intentions, you are being disrespectful.
When someone says “Please don’t message me about this topic” and you message them about that topic in spite of their request, you are being disrespectful.
Your desire to do the thing does not trump their desire to not have the thing done unto them, regardless of who or how or why the thing is being done.
This goes for talking to people who have clearly stated their desire to be left alone; reblogging posts which have “do not reblog” in the body or the tags, demanding that random bloggers who belong to marginalized groups educate your non-marginalized-along-that-axis ass about their marginalization after they’ve posted about how they want people not to do this, harassing people online or off, and a host of other topics. If someone has clearly stated their preference for the level of interaction they prefer and/or are capable of dealing with and you ignore that preference, you are being disrespectful and you need to stop.
Ursula - San Diego Comic-Con 2014
"Well, it’s time Ursula took matters into her own tentacles."
Cosplayer: Petite Leon
reblog and make a wish!
this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.
I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS
LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL
IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS
holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.
I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT
SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP
WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????
ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE
OKAY I SWEAR TO GOD THIS THING WORKS YOU HAVE TO PATIENT BC I WISHED THAT I COULD MOVE AWAY FROM MY SHITTY TOWN TO A WARM PLACE AND GUESS WHAT THIS JULY IM MOVING TO NORTH CAROLINA OKAY GUYS IM NOT MAKING THIS UP I AM SO CONFUSED ACTUALLY THIS IS GREAT BYE
Last month I made a wish that my mum would get a house a week after that she got a house so I believe it worked
I got a relationship from this.
Giving cyclists their own space results in some pretty big benefits beyond just a lack of dead cyclists.
Visit cities like Amsterdam or Copenhagen and you soon notice something different about the facilities for cyclists. Not only are there are plenty of bike lanes, but the lanes are fully separated from the rest of the road—usually with plant pots or plastic bollards. Far from being an afterthought, cyclists get their own road infrastructure.
Bike advocates argue that separation is key to driving up cyclist participation. And so it appears from a new study of early separated lane projects in the U.S. Across six cities, the study finds a rise of ridership between 21% and 171% after the lanes were installed…
Man, I’d just settle for bike lanes that weren’t treated as double-parking areas… ‘course given the drivers in New York and Boston that pretty much means physically separated lanes by default.
Or fucking bike lanes that weren’t also shoulders that are filled with potholes so you’re stuck riding in the right lane anyways and super pissing off the drives behind you.
Also, it would be nice to not worry about being rammed off the road by an irrationally angry driver.
We have a protected bike lane in San Francisco, right along the one of the busiest parts of the city: The Embarcadero. It doesn’t cover the entire length (several miles) but it picks up right where traffic becomes the heaviest, just south of the Ferry building, which corresponds to one of the major tourist areas.
This doesn’t stop cars from stopping, parking or just plain swerving into the bright green painted lane, nor does it keep pedestrians/joggers from stepping off the sidewalk (which is wide enough to drive on) into the lane when it is convenient to them.
I am currently in the process to install an air horn on my bike just to keep people from hitting me or others. I’ve hears others report abuse and threats of violence from drivers who act as though the lane is just that much more room for them.
Might add a billy club for the assholes who threatened me harm.
I lost Lilly on Wednesday. Kidney failure. She was nine years old. I was not there with her; I had already left for San Diego. My mother took her to the vet, and handled arrangements. I did not get to say goodbye.
Please be gentle with me. Please do not request admission to the Birthday for dead pets right now; I can’t handle it. And please, please do not send me asks to say how sorry you are. I genuinely appreciate the sentiment. I am also dehydrated from sobbing, and the thought of needing to reply to those asks makes me want to vomit.
I am not okay. I will be okay eventually, but it will take some time.
Please give me some time.
I’ll miss her too. She used to talk to me on the phone. That is, when Seanan was on the phone with me, if Lilly was in hearing range, I would call “LILLY! HI LILLY! HI LILLERS! LILLLLYYYYYY!” and Lilly would crawl up to Seanan (or climb up— I am evil) and lick the phone.
She used to act mildly perplexed when I would show up in person and she’d recognize my voice, like monkey why are you not inside the phone? (My being temporarily outside of the phone would be rapidly forgiven upon the application of ear skritches.)
She looks so sweet and soft in that picture. I want to skritch her so much.
*hugs* to you both. She will be missed.
Awww, thank you for the kind compliments!
No, I never wanted baby bats (by which I assume you mean children) of my own. I adore kids, and am incredibly blessed with friends who’ve let me be an active part of their children’s lives. But I’ve never wanted to have one of my own, and the thought of being a parent and 24/7 responsible for a small human TERRIFIES me. There are times when I’m pretty sure I’m not responsible enough to handle the nominally “grown-up” life I have with the RealHusband and the Kitties of Chaos!I am perfectly happy being everyone’s wacky auntie and fairy gothmother, and occasionally borrowing the kidlings in my extended family. For one thing, borrowing them means I can give them back when I’m tired.
It’s true! She does give them back!
Now, MINE is not so great at, say, giving Auntie Jilli back, but we are working on that.
BTW, on our walk today, Ticky explained that you and Uncle Pete are clearly both vampires, as indicated by parasols and remaining indoors.
Attempts to convince her otherwise were met with firm denials. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN AUNTIE JILLI’S NOT A VAMPIRE?”
Reblogging for the BEST COMMENTARY EVER from Princess Tickybox. Children are wise, listen to them.
(Of course Auntie Jilli is a vampire. Or is going to become one.)
While she never ‘officially’ confirmed Vincent as one of her gaggle of adoptees, when we were down at Bats Day, she took great delight and showed a lot of patience with him, for which I was very grateful.
And nose boops happened, which was guaranteed to elicit giggles.