So, I know no one cares, but it’s my first tumblrversary! :D
‘From this day forward, you will choose your own names. You will tell your fellow soldiers to do the same. Throw away your slave name. Choose the name your parents gave you, or any other’
SFKSJLDKSJLKDJS
Pretty accurate.
A bunch of Whovians have a Kickstarter project to put a TARDIS into orbit.
From their Kickstarter page:
We’re sending a TARDIS into space!November 23, 2013 is the 50th anniversary of Doctor Who, and we’re extremely excited. So excited, in fact, that we almost don’t know what to do… almost. Actually, we know exactly what to do: We’ve built a replica TARDIS and we’re sending it into orbit. Yes, really! We’re not talking about sticking a little, plastic TARDIS on top of a model rocket and shooting it really high into the sky (although that would be wicked cool). And we’re not going to tie a TARDIS to a weather balloon (which, by the way would also be pretty flippin’ awesome). No, we’re putting a TARDIS into the payload bay of a real, actual, honest-to-goodness, rocket, and launching it into a Low Earth Orbit.
Low Earth Orbit is where satellites need to be to actually “orbit” the Earth, not just fall back down. So, we’re talking about sending this thing, really, really, high… space high. The international space station is in Low Earth Orbit. Seriously. The guys on the International Space Station will be able to look out their windows and say: “Check out that police call box floating by.”
HOLY SHIT GUYS
Fox News talks about working mothers’ negative impact on their children. AKA “When Fox News gets so misogynistic that their own anchor is 1026% done with them.” [x]
Fucking schooled
I love this shit.
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N…o…..
No…
NO
Responding with this appropriate GIF
DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOG
MY BRAIN IS ACTUALLY STRUGGLING TO COMPREHEND HOW MANY HUGE DOGS THERE ARE IN ONE PLACE ITS LIKE IN A VIDEOGAME WHEN YOU SPAWN A BUNCH OF STUFF GOD
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
omg ;____; <3
YOU DON’T KNOW HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS, BLESS YOUR SOUL OP
brown girl power
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omg that last one
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