"Oh dear. What an awkward situation…"

    "Oh dear. What an awkward situation…"

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  2. dbvictoria:

    Add for German home improvement company shows dad doing something special for his goth daughter.


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  3. When Kieren was alive, even though he was kind of a rebel in the village, he was very unsure of himself and of course Rick coming from the background that he did, it was very difficult for them. I kind of think, did they kiss or didn’t they kiss? I don’t think they got there. I think it was something that could have got there. […] In series two, Kieren was ready to take the reins and ready to kiss someone, especially when he’d seen what happened to Freddie, he was like ‘I’m just going to do it’.

    Dominic Mitchell [x] confirming that this was, in fact, Kieren’s first kiss:

    (via girlkingofhell)

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  4. pitchercries:




    This town in Russia is called Zheleznogorsk.

    Their flag and coat of arms is a bear splitting the atom.


    That is all.

    *kicks down door, knocks over end table, vase crashes to the floor*

    No that is NOT all, because Zheleznogorsk is really interesting.

    It was a secret city, established in 1950 in the middle of Nowhere, Siberia for the purpose of researching nuclear weaponry and producing massive quantities of plutonium, the facilities for which were hidden inside a hollowed-out mountain. It appeared on no maps, and had no census data. Although more than 100,000 people lived there at one point, satellite imagery would have shown only a fairly small mining town. The mountain complex contained 3,500 rooms and three plutonium reactors, which were kept cool by one of the mightiest river in Siberia. The space had been excavated by tens of thousands of gulag slave laborers, who removed more rock from inside the mountain than was used to build the Great Pyramids. Protected under the granite peak of the mountain, these facilities would survive a direct nuclear attack.

    No one called it “Zheleznogorsk.” Officially, it was “Krasnoyarsk-26,” which is something like naming a city ‘Arizona-17.’ Residents traveling outside the city called it Iron Town, if they had to refer to it at all. They were under strict instructions never to reveal to anyone the actual business of Krasnoyarsk-26. 

    And life there was fantastic. People living and working in the secret city received some of the best wages in the Soviet Union. There were sports stadiums, public gardens, a movie theater, and the shortages notorious in the rest of the USSR were unknown. The best nuclear scientists in Russia lived in a sealed-off utopia. 

    A third of all the nuclear weapons produced in Russia during the Cold War were powered by fuel from Zheleznogorsk. At the time, the image of the great Russian bear ripping an atom apart wouldn’t have seemed very funny at all.

    I love the history side of Tumblr


    He was a (Jewish) university student with a degree in electrical engineering (he volunteered for military service after his dad was killed in WWII and served during wartime even though he was underage and medically prohibited from serving in the military. He faked his papers and went to “avenge his dad” at 17.)

    Anyway, after the war he started uni and graduated with a Master’s in engineering 5 years later, in the early 50s. He was then due to receive his mandatory 3 year assignment (as all Soviet uni students did - higher education was free, but you spent your first three years working wherever they sent you), except instead he was tapped by the KGB, for reasons he wasn’t clear on until his death (he has several relatives declared Enemies of the State during Stalin’s purges, and he was Jewish, so not exactly a prime candidate for top secret work.)

    Anyway, they sent him to the middle of nowhere, Siberia, where he lived in a tent in the wilderness with a few other guys, and was in charge of building a city. It took over a year before any of his immediate superiors even moved out there, because it was literally in the middle of a snowy forest. My grandfather was in charge of making a city plan, laying roads, building houses, building the nuclear facilities, all of it. Eventually he and tent-mates moved into temporary houses, and then eventually real houses. 

    He wasn’t a nuclear scientist, he worked on the logistical side of the city, but he continued to run it until he left. They were in charge of all the infrastructure, including work inside the nuclear reactors. He was involved in an accident once, where a “minor” bomb exploded and knocked down a bunch of protective walls and he was in the hospital for a while, with radiation poisoning among other things. 

    Some of the most gruesome stories my grandfather used to tell were about supervising the prisoners who were extracting rock from the mountain. It was not only slave labor, it was also a death sentence. They were not given safety equipment and the rock dust would quickly settle in their lungs. Since they had nothing to lose the prisoners did everything to prolong or fuck up the process of carving the mountain. They’d set clever traps that would only be discovered months later and delayed construction. To be clear, tampering with this system, or with the fates of the prisoners, was considered treason, punishable by death. Similarly, any serious fuck up in constructing the town and facilities my grandfather was in charge of, would have similarly meant a conviction for treason and a potential execution for my grandfather. 

    Eventually on one of his vacations back home my grandfather met my grandma, they wanted to get married but she had to get security clearance before they let her move to a secure zone. This was actually a huge problem, and my grandparents lived apart for months when my grandpa had to go back to work and my grandma wasn’t allowed to join him. You see, my grandmother, who was 11 when WWII broke out, had to account for every single day during the war to prove she had actually been in a concentration camp the whole time and hadn’t been aiding the Germans and their allies (my grandmother was Jewish). If even one day was unaccounted for she’d be considered too risky to let into a place like Krasnoyarsk-26. She had to produce documents, witnesses, etc. 

    Eventually my grandparents were reunited, and life in Krasnoyarsk-26 was indeed pretty awesome. They had everything, no expense was spared. My grandmother, who had a teaching degree, became the teacher of the small school they eventually established for the children of the residents.

    Probably my favorite story is how my uncle was born. My grandmother’s relatives obviously didn’t know anything about where she was, but she did write letters and tell them she was pregnant with her first child (she was also the firstborn, so it was the first grandchild for the family). Her mother, my great-grandmother, insisted on coming over to help her during and after the birth, as otherwise it was just my grandparents living on their own in their little apartment, and my grandfather would obviously not get any paternity leave. 

    This was strictly forbidden, no unathorized people were allowed into the town, and my grandfather wrote to his mother-in-law telling her as such. This did not even slightly deter my great-grandmother, who, among other things, managed to pull 5 little girls through Nazi concentration camps all on her own. She completely ignored my grandfather, packed her bags, went to Krasnoyarsk (the actual, non-secret city) and started asking questions about this mysterious Krasnoyarsk-26 and where she might find it. Eventually she actually managed to figure it out and showed up at the gates of Krasnoyarsk-26 asking for my grandfather. Since he was well known and well liked my grandfather was alerted to deal with the problem, and my great-grandmother made it clear to him that she wasn’t leaving. He had to sneak her in through a secret passage, basically making a long journey in the snow, and eventually illegally brought her into the city. This is probably my favorite story about my great-grandmother.

    Eventually my mom was born, and as a child started having health issues. She got sick a LOT and the doctors told my grandparents that she wouldn’t survive another Siberian winter. My grandmother took her back to the south of Ukraine, to live with family, and my grandfather had to find a way to quit his job and join them. You have to understand you didn’t just quita top secret nuclear facility in the Soviet Union. No rules applied here, there were no workers’ unions. You worked there until your services were no longer needed. 

    My grandfather explained the situation to his superior, and his superior literally pulled out a map of the Soviet Union and said “point to any place on this map and I will find a sanatorium for your wife and children where they can live as long as they like, at the state’s expense, and enjoy every comfort and top notch medical treatment. We can do that for you, but you have to stay here.”

    My grandfather refused and said he wouldn’t stay without his family, and his family couldn’t live here anymore, so. They actually eventually did let him go! He counted himself exceptionally lucky. 

    And then of course when he came home to Ukraine and was reunited with my grandmother he found that because the work had been top secret, it was like his record didn’t exist, and antisemitism in the real world was so severe that no one would give him a job as even a lowest level engineer. He spent months going to interviews, sending his paperwork everywhere and trying to cash in every favor he could just to get any kind of work. Eventually a friend from uni set him up somewhere, with a lower wage and a lower level position than he deserved going purely by his years of experience, nevermind the kind of work he actually did. 

    I only found out about all this in bits and pieces, and the majority of it started making sense in my head when my grandfather started sharing more, closer to when he died. I actually had no idea about any of this until I joined the military and became an intelligence officer. My family always used to laugh or not get why I couldn’t tell them things, but my grandfather suddenly started displaying a lot of sympathy and understanding for my position. 

    "There are secrets I signed my name to that I’ll never tell anyone," he used to say. And i’d say "but grandpa, it’s been 60 years! It’s all been declassified, besides!" And he’d say "that doesn’t matter. I signed my name and I gave my word. I can talk about what daily life was like, but I’ll never talk about happened in the classified facilities. Not even when they make shows about it on television. I’ll never betray the promises I made."

    One part that was super fun/surreal though was comparing classification and information security protocols with my grandpa. “Oh did you do that as well? How interesting!”

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  5. mhalachai:


Within three days of becoming engaged, I had already been told that I shouldn’t wear my glasses, because they’re not bridal. I was told my cane wasn’t bridal. I was told my eye… was not bridal. And I realized that if I was going to be “bridal” in their eyes, I was going to have to change who I am. I am proudly disabled.

This photo is giving me LIFE

You should go read her write-up of the wedding - everything about these  two (Elsa and Jonathan) and their wedding looks awesome.



    Within three days of becoming engaged, I had already been told that I shouldn’t wear my glasses, because they’re not bridal. I was told my cane wasn’t bridal. I was told my eye… was not bridal. And I realized that if I was going to be “bridal” in their eyes, I was going to have to change who I am. I am proudly disabled.

    This photo is giving me LIFE

    You should go read her write-up of the wedding - everything about these  two (Elsa and Jonathan) and their wedding looks awesome.

    Reblogged from: mhalachai
  6. catsbeaversandducks:

"Just get in the car, Alice. I’ll explain on the way."


    "Just get in the car, Alice. I’ll explain on the way."

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  7. actualmenacebuckybarnes:

    Okay, right quick. If I could rewrite  GOTG, the first thing I would do is to start off the movie with a scene of teenaged Gamora and Nebula instead of completely unrelated Peter Quill backstory. 

    Gamora and Nebula are sparring, in an empty, sealed bunker. Immediately we can see that their styles are completely different. Gamora is sly, thoughtful, while Nebula bears down with all the force of an army tank. 

    Again and again, Gamora pins her, demanding with increasing desperation that Nebula surrender. Nebula refuses every time, teeth bared. Their fighting grows more vicious, until finally Gamora manages to crush Nebula into the ground, twisting her arm out of its socket. Nebula screams. 

    "Enough." Thano’s voice rings through the bunker, although he occupies no physical presence. "Gamora is the clear victor." 

    Gamora climbs off of her sister, straightening and giving a stiff bow. Behind her, Nebula staggers to her feet. 

    Later, Nebula is fixing up her own arm (which I’m assuming to be bionic in this case?), when Gamora appears, hovering at the doorway with a piece of fruit in her hand. 

    Nebula glances at her, then away. “He’ll punish us both if he finds you here.” 

    "I don’t care." Gamora says stubbornly. She cuts off a piece of fruit, feeds it to Nebula, then licks her own fingers. For a moment she looks contemplative. "I remember my mother feeding me this, I think. She used to sing to me." 

    (idk can insert brief flashback of her home planet) 

    Nebula slides her a sharp look. “How could you? You were a baby, just like me, when he took you.” 

    Gamora is silent, looking at the fruit in her hands. Then she says, with all the fierceness of her teenage years. “I’m going to kill him someday.” 

    "Not if I kill him first." Nebula replies. There’s no trace of camaraderie in her tone as the assertion normally would suggest. She’s dead serious.

    (and then idk the starlord stealing the orb scene can cut in for unexpected levity) 

    (basically i want the rest of the movie from gamora’s pov, her meeting this charming and dorky thief with no morality. HER forming of a team to complete HER mission etc.) 

    (and more gamora and nebula flashbacks)

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  8. anbu-legacy:



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  9. beroberos:

    okay i sketched this super fast cuz I didn’t want anyone to beat me to it, I’ll do snapchats later

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  10. enajcosta:


    Parineeti Chopra responds to a male reporter who claims to know nothing about periods (menstrual cycle). [X]


    i dont understand how straight men can possibly have any expectation of spending the rest of their lives putting their penises into vaginas without bothering to know anything about periods i mean come on

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  11. copperbadge:


    Remember when the BBC made a Musketeers promo that was basically a fanvid? And set it to Rizzle Kicks? I DO.

    Needed more barrels though. 

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  12. hermitknut:

Sometimes usernames and posts combine perfectly.
(You can reblog the actual post here.)
badgerlock and foolishcatalyst, I hope you don’t mind - but this made my evening…

I know what book I will be buying with my waterstones gift card this week - I didn&#8217;t even realise there was a new one, after all these years, until I saw a poster for it a few days ago!


    Sometimes usernames and posts combine perfectly.

    (You can reblog the actual post here.)

    badgerlock and foolishcatalyst, I hope you don’t mind - but this made my evening…

    I know what book I will be buying with my waterstones gift card this week - I didn’t even realise there was a new one, after all these years, until I saw a poster for it a few days ago!

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  13. pemwin:



    Reblog for the last one

    it’s a game show where everyone eats the furniture in a room and tries to see which is made of chocolate

    So basically you’re telling me this is the best fucking game ever created

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  14. ninjility:



    i’m sorry but can we just take a moment to appreciate disney genderbending



    i mean


    just look



    at the perfection



    in all of this




    and let’s not forget the best one









    i’m so satisfied

    god fuckin dayum


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  15. puckling:


    peaceontheplanet replied to your post “hey all! so i hit a frankly stupid follower benchmark this week, and…”

    Can you tell me another story? I’m bored out of my mind working for insurance and could use an lol. Hope you’re having an otherwise good day with your stupid follower count :)

    sure, peaceontheplanet. i mean i can’t promise it’s gonna be as funny as the internet apparently found the porn thing but like, HERE’S A STORY ABOUT THE TIME I GOT MUGGED AT KNIFEPOINT (BUT BY A GENTLEMAN).

    so when i was studying in argentina, it was like a thursday, and they were having what’s called a “feria” which is kind a holiday?? in argentina sometimes they decide to CANCEL EVERYTHING, ostensibly to celebrate things like books and students but i suspect really so that nobody has to go to work.

    • argentina gets me.

    ANYWAY, i decided that day to go the gym! this was new and different for me, a person who considers “intense chewing” to be exercise. 



    so i went to the gym. it went the way that trips to the gym usually do for 5’8” girls with severe pigeon toes and a total lack of all motivation.

    • badly.

    as i’m walking home, past the college of dentistry, i was fussing with a lighter that i had in my pocket because i was also, at that time, dealing with my fear of intimacy by smoking. so this guy comes up to me and is like, “hey, can i borrow a light?”

    here’s a list of things i should have said:

    • "sorry, no."
    • "ahhhhhh you know what, i would, but i’m super busy right now??? i actually have a dentist’s appointment, as evidenced by this College of Dentistry that i’m standing outside??"
    • "don’t you know that smoking gives you cancer? let’s commit to quitting, right now, to each other. bring it in. go team. together we can."

    here’s what i did say:

    • "claro que sí, amigo."

    he’s trying to light his cigarette, and his hands are shaking a little? so he can’t. and i’m like, dude, calm down, it’s okay. what is this, your first cigarette or something? lol.

    after a few seconds, he kind of goes, “fuck it,” and drops the lighter into his pocket. and i’m like, “excuse me??? that’s my lighter?? also you didn’t even manage to light your cigarette???”  but before i can vocalize these protests, he gets rEALLY close to me and pulls out a knife. then he goes, “you have three seconds.”

    what i should have said:

    • "okay. you can have whatever you want."
    • "here’s my wallet."
    • "wow, what a very sharp-looking knife, in what way can i avoid being stabbed with it today??"

    what i actually said:

    • "haha, uhhhhh, until what?"



    BUT HE DIDN’T SAY DEATH!!! it turns out that the gentleman attempting to rob me was like, maybe a rookie? it’s possible that he had never robbed anybody at knife-point, before. this as an experience that we were going through together for the first time.

    because what he said was: “….i have a knife.

    i said, “yes. i can see that. it’s very nice.”

    • "i have a knife"??? come on, buddy. be better prepared. come with a to-do list. practice in a mirror.
    • "then i’m going to pull out the knife and say: give me _____."
    • clear, concise, quick. that should be your motto, buddy. it is not MY JOB, as the ROBBEE, to read your goddamn mind. I AM NOT DRIVING THIS SHIP. IF YOU ALSO AREN’T DRIVING IT, WE ARE IN TITANIC-LEVEL TROUBLE.

    at this point, clearly realizing that he had gotten in tOO DEEP with this dumbass tourist who didn’t even know how to get robbed properly, he blurted out, “uhhhhh, do you have a phone?”

    i did have a phone! i had a broken claro go-phone that i had purchased upon entering the country which had 2 argentine pesos worth of text messages left in it and a inbox message from a boy name juan that said, “you like me a LOT.”

    • i had responded, “actually, i just like you the normal amount.”
    • i felt bad about that when i realized that he was trying to say, “i like YOU a lot,” but feelings verbs in spanish are mostly reflexive.

    i handed the man with the knife my phone. he looked at it. looked back up at me. “r u srs?” his face seemed to say. “this is what you’re giving me right now? a janky ass claro go-phone that is CLEARLY MISSING THE NUMBER 7 KEY????”


    look, the shoddy workmanship is a source of frustration to you and me BOTH, okay. we’re BOTH victims here.

    but the beautiful thing about this story is that HE TOOK IT! he looked at me, looked down at his knife, sighed, and put the phone in his pocket. THEN HE REACHED BACK INTO HIS POCKET AND RETURNED MY LIGHTER TO ME.

    we looked at each other.

    • here’s the thing that no one tells you about daylight robbery: there’s like. an afterbeat.
    • there is a moment in between “robbery-in-progress” and “going home to your homestay and explaining that you can’t answer phone calls anymore” where you and your robber have to look at one another and figure out HOW TO WALK AWAY.
    • listen, friends: in robberies, as everywhere, goodbyes are never easy.

    "thank you," he said.

    "you’re welcome," i answered.

    he hesitated. “have a good day,” he said.

    "………….okay," i answered. "you too. enjoy the phone."

    • ENJOY THE PHONE?????

    i think about this a lot, and i wonder if he ever thinks about me. i wonder if he ever thinks, “that goddamn asshole knew i was going to have to press the 7 key four hundred times before it registered anything.” 

    • i’m sorry, man with the knife. i panicked. in the heat of the moment, we all say things we don’t mean.

    Some how that is the most you robbery ever. 

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