The Name Doth Lack

crookedmoonsaultpunk:

midfreakquency:

starsholland:

I’m obsessed with these pictures of the Indianapolis Colts Cheerleaders wearing their real world professional work attire as their cheer uniforms

This is cool, but I’m confused. They all have 2 jobs??

The link just says “real world professional work” over & over. Is professional cheerleading not a full time job? Is it also not the real world?

American Football only happens for 17 weeks and each team plays only a set amount of games. Cheerleaders unlike the players dont have sponsorships or endorsements. More so they often arent paid by the hour or per game. They have regular jobs because it’s a way to make a living. Most cheerleaders dont do it for money just to support the team and have fun while pursuing other careers.

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kimmycup:

spontaneousmusicalnumber:

delicatelytoobear:

andrusi:

fuck-bones:

static-shocked:

sapphia:

autisticgayrey:

I don’t think ppl realize that the oldest “millenials” are like 30+ now. We know what vhs tapes and CDs are. If you mean teenagers, say teenagers.

im 21 and grew up with vhs and cds. literally you’d have to be under 18 to not know about them.

And even then, most kids under 18 know what they are because they typically had a VCR kickin around to watch disney or old movies on.

most ppl used their VHS/VCR until around 2005-2007 so you literally have to be 15ish and under to have never used one and 10ish and under to have never seen/heard of one. 

they say millenials and they mean actual children lol 

stores that sell media type stuff: *still have big cd sections*

bafflingly many writers: “what’s a cd?” said bobby the teenager

Also why do people get judged for not knowing obsolete formats? Like they’re not idiots it’s just not a media format in use anymore, things change, time moves forward. chill out and leave kids alone. 

Also, just because a format is obsolete doesn’t mean people don’t know about it. I’ve never sent a telegram but I know what the hell morse code is

Stop insisting CDs are fucking obsolete, THEY ARE STILL IN USE.

I had a lecturer last year ask a room full of 97-99 students about CDs like we didnt have then in every textbook, buy music on them and still have a pile in our room.

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the-surreptitious-solitary:

garrulus:

livia-carica:

jellyfishleggs:

piraterogue:

xombiebrains:

rugessnome:

thestraggletag:

awed-frog:

Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?

It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.

a shawl wrapped around the shoulders and you’re wandering the moors in a Brönte novel, feeling melancholic

Looking out the window at the rain and you’re a love-stricken newlywed wondering when your husband will return from the war.

Long skirt billowing behind you while to go down the stairs, you’re a proper Lady in a flowing ball gown being introduced at a fancy social function.

Hair blowing in the wind and suddenly you’re hovering on a cliff by the sea, staring out into the waves and praying your merchant husband will return from his voyage across the ocean

Hood up against the rain and wind and you’re a medieval abbess defying the weather and travelling on foot with your people to find a place to establish a new community.

Wiping your hands on your apron and you’re an 18th century kitchen girl rushing to let in the delivery boy you secretly love.

The cool fall wind catches your skirt, sends leaves swirling around your feet, and catches your hair and sends it flying behind you, and suddenly you’re a enchantress roaming the woods, daring any man to challenge your power.

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shinelikethunder:

adolphuslongestaffe:

shinelikethunder:

…well, that escalated quickly. I posted it way back at the end of 2014, it got reblogged by several BNFs in quick succession yesterday, and then it proceeded to rack up like 2,000 notes in one day, so apparently it still needs to be said:

Yes, you are allowed.

You are allowed to write the fic you want, rather than the fic you feel obligated to write. You’re allowed to write crack, crazy realism-defying stunts, self-indulgent trope fic, fucked-up fic about problematic people doing unhealthy things. Fic that doesn’t go through the pre-flight safety check for every swordfight and every BDSM scene, fic that glosses over the ugly real-life fallout of psychological trauma and/or jumping out of a quinjet without a parachute. Or, hey, if that’s your thing, fic that dwells on psychological trauma in loving, messy detail and has at least three punchlines about characters not being able to defy the laws of physics. Any of those things! All those things! We contain multitudes!

Any fic you write is probably going to be a net positive for fandom. The people who were looking for something in your niche get it, the people who didn’t know they wanted something in your niche discover a new thing they like, the people who don’t like it click the back button, the people who really really hate that entire genre of fic get to stroke their hateboners and get high off their own self-righteousness.

If it upsets people? The back button is a failsafe and instantaneous safeword. If it’s not as ~quality~ as other people’s fic? Don’t make me break out that “holy shit! TWO cakes!” comic. If someone takes away a disturbing, unhealthy, or otherwise less-than-wholesome message from your fic? You are not responsible for their failures of critical thinking or reading comprehension, to say nothing of those reading with outright malice looking for something to pounce on after interpreting it as uncharitably as humanly possible. Jesus fucking christ, it’s fanfiction, if people legit want sex ed they should be on Scarleteen. It’s not your job to educate them, certainly not with your fic. It’s not. It’s not. Fic serves so many other purposes. You are allowed to write what you want.

If you are a writer, read this.

You are a creator. Your voice is unique and beautiful and flawed and human and inherently precious. You do not define yourself in opposition. You do not seek to validate your existence by silencing other voices. You create. You add value to the sphere of existence by sheer force of will and your own efforts. Ignore the bullshit from psychotic antis who hate pretty much everything about human beings (especially sex, hoo boy). Ignore the squawking rabble of vicious little demons whose only satisfaction comes from trying to crush everything they see into the same ugly, grey, joyless conformity, and just write. Do it. 

Why are you still here? Go write.

Because it’s never a bad time to bring this back.

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thordottirs:

princessamericachavez:

I’m a huge sucker for characters that chose to be heroic. Like, no big profecy, no great chosen one moment, just someone who consciously decided to do the right thing because someone fucking had to.

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