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Xe/xer/xers/xerself pronouns please.

gray-ace, genderflux, probably going toward hormones

This is a personal blog here friends, so if you like seeing everything that tickles my fancy all over your unsuspecting dash, then by all means, follow me.

I post interesting news, facts, and information, along with things that make me giggle and sometimes words from my own brain.

theinterwebsseries:

October is a big month for tumblr.

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death-limes:

playbunny:

genteelgunslinger replied to your post: i mean, people think its such a biza…

Do you think Trolls can eat literally anything and it’ll be perfectly fine for them? Maybe that is why they are even able to spread across the galaxy. Their diet includes just about anything.

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Karkat literally eating Hummingbirds so yeah I’m pretty sure most of them would see something and be like “I’m gonna eat that.” 

so trolls are like intergalactic goats 

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cyndal-:

This is a photo of the best and worst purchase I have ever made in my life. It is a kotatsu. For those of you unfamiliar, a kotatsu is a Japanese heated table. The top of the table comes off, you put a blanket on in the cold seasons, and then put the table top back on. There are small space heaters underneath the whole table and when you stick your feet under there, it’s a toasty oven of pure bliss. It’s great on heating bills because I don’t turn on my heat, just my kotatsu. It’s the best and the worst purchase because it’s fucking awesome yet it’s so awesome I never want to leave the thing and end up missing school because who the fuck wants to get out from under a toasty oven of pure bliss? Not this bitch. My advice to you, is that you should totally get a kotatsu but only if you have the will power and self control to not get trapped under there. It’s so addicting, I even sleep under it sometimes…From the overwhelming amount of notes about this, I will answer a few questions:
I bought my kotatsu and kotatsu blanket in Yokosuka, Japan at a department store called Home’s.
The table cost around $200 (American) and the blanket was about $50.
I keep it at the lowest heat setting and it’s perfect for me. I haven’t burned myself on the heaters and doubt that I could get burned unless I stick my fingers in the coils. I sleep under there sometimes with the heat on and the worst that happens is that I sweat in my sleep until I wake up and turn the table off.
I’ll have to measure the dimensions of the table for you guys, but it’s one of the larger ones. I would guess that it’s 3ft x 2ft and about 2ft high. I’ll update later when I get the correct measurements.

cyndal-:

This is a photo of the best and worst purchase I have ever made in my life. It is a kotatsu. For those of you unfamiliar, a kotatsu is a Japanese heated table. The top of the table comes off, you put a blanket on in the cold seasons, and then put the table top back on. There are small space heaters underneath the whole table and when you stick your feet under there, it’s a toasty oven of pure bliss. It’s great on heating bills because I don’t turn on my heat, just my kotatsu. It’s the best and the worst purchase because it’s fucking awesome yet it’s so awesome I never want to leave the thing and end up missing school because who the fuck wants to get out from under a toasty oven of pure bliss? Not this bitch. My advice to you, is that you should totally get a kotatsu but only if you have the will power and self control to not get trapped under there. It’s so addicting, I even sleep under it sometimes…

From the overwhelming amount of notes about this, I will answer a few questions:

  1. I bought my kotatsu and kotatsu blanket in Yokosuka, Japan at a department store called Home’s.
  2. The table cost around $200 (American) and the blanket was about $50.
  3. I keep it at the lowest heat setting and it’s perfect for me. I haven’t burned myself on the heaters and doubt that I could get burned unless I stick my fingers in the coils. I sleep under there sometimes with the heat on and the worst that happens is that I sweat in my sleep until I wake up and turn the table off.
  4. I’ll have to measure the dimensions of the table for you guys, but it’s one of the larger ones. I would guess that it’s 3ft x 2ft and about 2ft high. I’ll update later when I get the correct measurements.

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sykosykes421:

chaofanatic:

demengineerz:

New Nintendo 3DS Japanese Ad feat. Kyary Pamyu Pamyu!

Everyone else is cheering while Samus is just like “What the fuck is happening to me?”

Everyone gets snazzy new clothes…. Samus gets some paint and stickers

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ithotyouknew:

birdgirlriri:

darvinasafo:

These are modern day lynchings

http://thefreethoughtproject.com/louisiana-police-officer-shoots-kills-14-year-old-honor-roll-student/

THAT WAS SOMEBODY’S FUCKING BABY. I’M ACTUALLY CRYING RIGHT NOW, THEY WERE PLAYING IN AN ABANDONED HOUSE BEING FUCKING KIDS AND NOW THIS LITTLE BOY IS DEAD.

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progressisaprocess:

jabllon:

peanutbutterlov-er:

clittyslickers:

very into charts about naps

This is very useful for when I go back to uni.

"No, professor, I was not sleeping, I was taking the NASA nap."


This! This is what I mean by going to take a nap….(if only I could reblog this on other people blog or tag people)

progressisaprocess:

jabllon:

peanutbutterlov-er:

clittyslickers:

very into charts about naps

This is very useful for when I go back to uni.

"No, professor, I was not sleeping, I was taking the NASA nap."

This! This is what I mean by going to take a nap….(if only I could reblog this on other people blog or tag people)

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Let me tell you some things.

I used to investigate child abuse and neglect. I can tell you how to stop the vast majority of abortion in the world.

First, make knowledge and access to contraception widely available. Start teaching kids before they hit puberty. Teach them about domestic violence and coercion, and teach them not to coerce and rape. Create a strong, loving community where women and girls feel safe and supported in times of need. Because guess what? They aren’t. You know what happens to babies born under such circumstances? They get hurt, unnecessarily. They get sick, unnecessarily. They get removed from parents who love them but who are unprepared for the burden of a child. Resources? Honey, we try. There aren’t enough resources anywhere. There are waiting lists, and promises, and maybes. If the government itself can’t hook people up, what makes you think an impoverished single mom can handle it?

Abolish poverty. Do you have any idea how much childcare costs? Daycare can cost as much or more than monthly rent. They may be inadequately staffed. Getting a private nanny is a nice idea, but they don’t come cheap either. Relatives? Do they own a car? Does the bus run at the right times? Do they have jobs of their own they need to work just to keep the lights on? Are they going to stick around until you get off you convenience store shift at 4 AM? Do they have criminal histories that will make them unsuitable as caregivers when CPS pokes around? You gonna pay for that? Who’s going to pay for that?

End rape. I know your type errs on the side of blaming the woman, but I’ve seen little girls who’ve barely gotten their periods pregnant because somebody thought raping preteens was an awesome idea. You want to put a child through that? Or someone with a mental or physical inability for whom pregnancy would be frightening, painful or even life-threatening? I’ve seen nonverbal kids who had their feet sliced up by caregivers for no fucking reason at all, you think sexual abuse doesn’t happen either?

You say there’s lots of couples who want to adopt. Kiddo, what they want to adopt are healthy white babies, preferably untainted by the wombs and genetics of women with alcohol or drug dependencies. I’ve seen the kids they don’t want, who almost no one wants. You people focus only on the happy pink babies, the gigglers, the ones who grow and grow with no trouble. Those are not the kids who linger in foster care. Those are certainly not the older kids and teenagers who age out of foster care and then are thrown out in the streets, usually with an array of medical and mental health issues. Are they too old to count?

And yeah, I’ve seen the babies, little hand-sized things barely clinging to life. There’s no glory, no wonder there. There is no wonder in a pregnant woman with five dollars to her name, so deep in depression you wonder if she’ll be alive in a week. Therapy costs money. Medicine costs money. Food, clothes, electricity cost money. Government assistance is a pittance; poverty drives women and girls into situations where they are forced to rely on people who abuse them to survive. (I’ve been up in more hospitals than I can count.)

In each and every dark pit of desperation, I have never seen a pro-lifer. I ain’t never seen them babysitting, scrubbing floors, bringing over goods, handing mom $50 bucks a month or driving her to the pediatrician. I ain’t never seen them sitting up for hours with an autistic child who screams and rages so his mother can get some sleep while she rests up from working 14-hour days. I don’t see them fixing leaks in rundown houses or playing with a kid while the police prepare to interview her about her sexual abuse. They’re not paying for the funerals of babies and children who died after birth, when they truly do become independent organisms. And the crazy thing is they think they’ve already done their job, because the child was born!

Aphids give birth, girl. It’s no miracle. You want to speak for the weak? Get off your high horse and get your hands dirty helping the poor, the isolated, the ill and mentally ill women and mothers and their children who already breathe the dirty air. You are doing nothing, absolutely nothing, for children. You don’t have a flea’s comprehension of injustice. You are not doing shit for life until you get in there and fight that darkness. Until you understand that abortion is salvation in a world like ours. Does that sound too hard? Do you really think suffering post-birth is more permissible, less worthy of outrage?

“Pro-life” is simply a philosophy in which the only life worth saving is the one that can be saved by punishing a woman.

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In reply to a ‘pro-life’ blogger: STFU, Conservatives: When I say I’m pro-life… (via grrrltalk) emphasis mine. (via fuckyeahfeminists)

Anti-choice

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Fleetwood Mac - Landslide

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fuckblink182:

nicolemarshsays:

2013. Wash Your Mouth Out.
George Carlin’s Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television carved into soap!

hmm

fuckblink182:

nicolemarshsays:

2013. Wash Your Mouth Out.

George Carlin’s Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television carved into soap!

hmm

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melisandre:

*is a hot babe that adds cool flames to stannis' sigil and can do magic tricks and shit and also she's super into him*

davos:

aye, let me tell you about me fingers and me onions again

asoiaf readers:

why does stannis like melisandre

acornfarm:

defilerwyrm:

AHAHAHA NOT QUITE, OP, NOT QUITE


FUCKING NAILED IT

acornfarm:

defilerwyrm:

AHAHAHA NOT QUITE, OP, NOT QUITE

FUCKING NAILED IT

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magic-bowtie-dreams-221b:

thempress:

People look down on McDonald’s employees but fail to realize that if all these folks left McDonald’s and pursued “better careers”  your ass wouldn’t be able to get a McDouble with an Oreo McFlurry at 3am. 

You can’t demand a service while simultaneously degrading those who provide it for you. 

You can’t demand a service while simultaneously degrading those who provide it for you. 

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addamses:

"shipping"

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