fauxgingerwithasoul:Stuff Mad Max addresses:Physical DisabilitiesPTSDObjectificationToxic…

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fauxgingerwithasoul:

Stuff Mad Max addresses:

  • Physical Disabilities
  • PTSD
  • Objectification
  • Toxic Masculinity
  • How fucking sick it would look if we had a guy playing a guitar that shoots fire suspended from wires ON A MOVING VEHICLE

DIY Aluminium Calligraphy Pen

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miss-nerdgasmz:

watering76:

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You’ll need tape,?scissors, knife,?disposable chopsticks, empty aluminium can,?stapler and ink.

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Calligraphy Pen for Gothic: cut the aluminium into two pieces like above and tape it on chopstick, then Staple the aluminium.

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Medium Point Calligraphy Pen: Fold a piece of aluminim, and cut it like picture above. Then tape it on chopstick.

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Fine Point Calligraphy Pen:?Fold a piece of aluminim, and cut it like picture above. Then tape it on chopstick.

Now enjoy it :)

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☞Turning straw into pen.

ARE YOU FUCKIN SERIOUS I’VE SPENT SHIT TONS OF MONEY ON CALLIGRAPHY PENS FOR ART AND YOU’RE TELLING ME I CAN MAKE MY OWN FOR LESS THAN 4 FRIGGEN DOLLARS??? THIS IS BULLSHIT MY ENTIRE ART LIFE IS A LIE

shrewreadings:marypsue:sweetdreamshillary:enbylebeau:xcziel:kabber:So I just woke up and…

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shrewreadings:

marypsue:

sweetdreamshillary:

enbylebeau:

xcziel:

kabber:

So I just woke up and my first thought was “what if in the four horsemen of the apocalypse, pestilence was one of those anti-vax moms?”

quite frankly the four white suburban soccer-moms of the apocalypse would scare me way more

War is the one constantly screaming at retail workers

While Famine grins from a gaunt face with hollow cheeks and tells you about the diet she’s on that “you just HAVE to try!”

Susan down the street has her whole family on gluten-free, lactose-free, raw vegan meals. You’ve stopped bringing snacks to soccer practice because of the ever-expanding list of things she says they’re restricting. Sometimes you catch her son and daughter watching your daughter with hungry, sunken eyes as she runs down the field with the ball in her control, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

Nancy’s rage is legendary. The baristas at the coffeeshop on the corner all freeze the moment she walks in, their smiles turning rictus as she rattles off a long and impossibly complicated drinks order. You saw one of the girls ask her for clarification on one of her ingredients, once. A solid hour of screaming and the involvement of three supervisors and the manager later, Nancy walked out with a $50 gift card and the drink she’d ordered. You never saw that girl again.

“Do you know what they put in those things?” Helen asks you, when you ask if her small herd of under-twelves have had their flu shots yet. She’s prepared with a long list of multisyllabic chemicals, which she rattles off like a schoolchild listing the 51 states. You know that most of those chemicals are only traces, and your uncle still walks with a limp from the polio, but you feel a deep, dark dread welling up in your lungs anyway as she drones on hypnotically. Across the aisle in the Whole Foods, her youngest son stares you directly in the eye as he wipes his freely-flowing nose on his sleeve.

Amanda’s been head of the neighbourhood association for as long as anyone can remember, but you hardly ever see her. She’s busy, everyone says, on all sorts of committees, volunteering here and there and everywhere. Making the world a better place, in her own quiet, unassuming way. She comes to your door one afternoon, saying she can’t help but notice your grass is getting a little overgrown. She’s thin, almost gaunt, and you wonder if she’s been following one of Susan’s diet plans. Her face is taut with plastic surgery, skin and dwindling time both stretched out thin, barely covering incredible bone structure.

When she smiles at you, wide, with her lips curled back so you can see almost all of her gums, her teeth are sparkling white.

So much better than my penny-ante riff…..

System.out.println and error_log are records of my capslock based arms race for visibility against myself.

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I like the way the first Mad Max is about a man losing his humanity and all the others are him briefly reconnecting with it.

batman: this city is corrupt to its core, and only by beating up the poor and the mentally ill and throwing them into the cog…

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batman: this city is corrupt to its core, and only by beating up the poor and the mentally ill and throwing them into the cogs of the prison industrial system will i be able to protect it

New goal: instead of trying to lose weight, I just want to feel strong, rested, and hydrated.

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New goal: instead of trying to lose weight, I just want to feel strong, rested, and hydrated.

I’ve been doing 30 minute walks and rewarding myself with pastries. I don’t care about the net calorie gain, just about getting myself to do some level of exercise.