This is wild, y’all

deadcatwithaflamethrower:

hamelin-born:

greenekangaroo:

theresonlysoup:

twoweeksandaday:

curt-n-curly:

PLEASE click through and live through the horror of these real estate pics with me. PLEASE. 

i was not prepared for any of this and never wanted the slide show to end

I don’t normally reblog these but…

oh my god it’s like Liberace had sex with a Macy’s 

@deadcatwithaflamethrower Because I am genuinely curious as to your response.

Okay. I’m curious now….

Picture 1: “Okay…”

Picture 2: “Uh-huh…”

Picture 3: “What the fuck?”

Picture 7: “Oh, finally, something different…”

Picture 8: “…Because they dove right into creepy territory. Gotcha.”

Picture 10: “YOU COULD AT LEAST HAVE PAINTED THE CABINETS TO MATCH!!”

Picture 11: “Nope, wait, that’s worse.”

Picture 12: “How…how old are those ovens and who decided they should be above shoulder height? Because that’s what I always want to do–lower 450 degree food directly towards my face. Except the opposite.”

Picture 13: “You really made your point in the previous photograph there, chief.”

Picture 15: “Why did you make it look like cake frosting? No one wants to eat your ceiling.  …well, maybe you do.”

Picture 17: “Wait, it got WORSE? Holy shit, kudos to them, I didn’t think…”

Picture 19: “Nope, I spoke too soon, because they crocheted their entire ceiling.”

Picture 23: “Aw, shit.”

Picture 24: “CONVENIENT MURDER SPIKE! Always good to place those ON THE STAIRS.”

Picture 26: “Always remember to say it with statues, kids.”

Picture 27: “I wonder if they’ve seen “Blink.”

Picture 30: “It’s a fake hobby room. An entirely staged hobby room. So people will know that they have…fake hobbies, I guess?”

Picture 32: “That may be the least horrific thing in this entire house.”

Picture 35: “No, wait, seriously–was this house used as staging for porn?”

Picture 40: “Statue reading a book next to the toilet. I guess some people need visual instructions??”

Picture 44: “HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT IS HORRIFICALLY AWESOME!”

Picture 46: “And it just got significantly no longer awesome.”

Picture 47: “It’s the porn production crew break room.”

Picture 49: “Oh, I see. This bathroom wasn’t GOOD ENOUGH for you to turn into a whackjob altar.”

Picture 50: “…it’s a staged game room. A game room you can’t use. Because they want to make sure people think they have game.”

Picture 51: “LEOPARD PRINT! Took ‘em long enough to give up and go for it.”

Picture 58: “What.”

Picture 61: “I was just joking about the whackjob shrine thing earlier. I really was. Why did you have to prove me right.”

Picture 64: “The fact that you have a real hobby room in your garage wouldn’t have been creepy before picture 58.”

Picture 67: “Pretty sure Barbie would be offended here.”

Picture 68: “Because no potential porn-shooting house is complete without an empty pool whose cover is so full of water it now counts as a pool of its own.”

Picture 70: “It wasn’t funny in Back to the Future II and it’s way less funny now.”

Dear. Fucking. Gods. And all the little demons. I am full of regret and no little desire to burn something down to the ground.

That. That house is the most gods awful amalgam of decorating styles, color schemes, and a love affair with horrible statuary I have ever had the misfortune to set my eyes on.

*wanders off to go scream some more and scrub their brain out* If I have to suffer seeing this monstrosity, so do all of you.

This is wild, y’all

palominocorn:

When you divide people into “good people” and “bad people”, you will, inevitably, get three reactions:

  • “I did something bad a few times, so that means I’m bad”, which leads to a not-actually-all-that-bad person developing depression, anxiety, OCD, etc.
  • “I did something bad a few times, so let me be always bad”, which leads to someone plowing through life doing all sorts of terrible things with little to no remorse.
  • “I am good, therefore everything I do is good”, which leads to someone plowing through life doing all sorts of terrible things with little to no remorse and the refrain “it’s for your own good”/“it’s for the greater good”.

It’s important to categorize individual actions and behaviors as good or bad, but categorizing people as one or the other is… counterproductive.

neutroisenjolras:

if you ever try to befriend me and you expect to be in frequent contact with me i am so sorry. i do that with maybe two people and even then i often go days or weeks without saying anything before talking daily for a while. 

the point is if we dont talk that doesnt mean i dont like u and think about u a lot im just terrible at maintaining close relationships

Food activates the dopamine reward center in all brains. However, especially for the more impulsive ADHD brain, it leads to a torturous daily self-regulation challenge. The low levels of dopamine interfere with focused self-regulation, increasing the likelihood that ADHD brains will be inattentive to the factors that modulate eating behaviors. In addition, ADHD brains exhibit decreased glucose metabolism compared to non-ADHD brains, resulting in less energy available to the attention center in the prefrontal cortex. As a result, ADHD brains send out distress messages demanding more glucose, and the owners of those brains suddenly crave sugary foods and carbohydrates, which can be quickly converted into glucose. Glucose increases dopamine and serotonin, so brains experience pleasure and greater calm. Many people with ADHD chide themselves for indulging in pasta and cookies, when their brains are actually demanding those foods instead of salad. Chocolate is appealing to ADHD brains because it increases glucose and has the added stimulation of caffeine.

It is no wonder that those with ADHD struggle with diet and nutrition. When they self-medicate with food, their brains enjoy a surge of dopamine, an increase in glucose-based energy that improves attention, and a serotonin-based calming of restlessness.

ELLEN LITTMAN, PH.D. – Never Enough? Why Your Brain Craves Stimulation (via unpretty)

it starts quiet 
the burning rage inside us 
but darling, don’t hold it in for too long 

because don’t you know that we are dangerous
that we are conquerors, not the conquered 
that we have been barred from the podium before
and we never will be again

because we’ve had to fight to do things that are as natural as the sunset
that are as necessary as water
and don’t you know, that makes freedom more precious 
don’t you know, all our hearts are barely contained volcanos 

and it’s restless, this type of desperation, this type of longing
it tugs at contentment, like the tide drawing rocks in the sea
and it’s ours 

 these steel spines, these held hands, these broken hearts
we can turn them into destruction, we can turn them in constellations
we can burn your kingdom down
we can rebuild the shattered pieces of the universe 

and you’ll never be able to take that away
because you were the ones who made us impervious to the flame
darling, that rage, that hope, those are ours

here’s to the girls by Abby S (via fireandsteelofangels)

happy international women’s day!!!!

dedicated in part to: @marauders-groupie @goodqueenalys @montygreen @ohmypreciousgirl @gabrielledelacour @blyedeeks @junebugninja @allisonaergents @solobellamy @bensolcs @deadcatwithaflamethrower @deadshotbellamy @abazethe100 @sometimesrosy @thesnowyswan @asexual-mechanic @everybodyknows-everybodydies @gustinfucker @nerdiestblake @harpermcintyre @jynersos @rashaka @thatonekimgirl @jahaliel @so-caffeinated @dust2dust34 @jbuffyangel @clarkebellamy @martinlydia @rongasm @kazghaffa @lucys-preston @head-and-heart @ravenbellclarke @thelovelylights @grumpybell @wellsjahasghost @wellamyblake

(via the-ships-to-rule-them-all)

haiku-robot:

yinyangravenclaw:

ritualistic-raven:

Sometimes abuse survivors come out as teeth and claws and anger in the name of vengeance and defense and protection.

Sometimes survivors come out soft and warm and gentle in the name of never making anyone feel the way they were made to feel.

Sometimes you want to avoid us because of our newfound venom or be by us for we will protect you, with violence if need be.

Sometimes you want to avoid us because we are soft and you risk harming us or be by us for we will be kind and welcoming and assuring.

But here’s the thing. We are almost always found together. We work well. Venomous ones protect soft ones, and soft one remind the venomous ones to unclench jaws and take time to be gentle. There is value in both. There is validity in both.

Me? I am fire and ice and venom. Fangs glistening and clawed beared. Hurt the ones I care for beyond their own lashing out? I am a viceral nightmare. My sister is better at holding back. She thinks, I don’t. I react. But don’t think for a second she won’t destroy you.

And somehow I came out as both.

Part of me came out of my abuse soft and scared and kind.

And part of me came out with teeth and claws and anger and rage.

And now I’m left trying to balance the two sides so I don’t fall apart.

and now i’m left trying
to balance the two sides so
i don’t fall apart

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Janeway, darling, you will always be my favorite captain from Star Trek, and I love you. But there has been more than one point where I’m fairly certain you need hit with a brick. And to be honest, perhaps some of those metaphorical bricks are ones I might not have recognized as ones needing to be introduced to you the first time I watched Voyager. Or even ten or five years ago, if I’d done a rewatch at those points. But I recognize those moments requiring a brick a bit better now, and damnit. *sighs, and scrubs hand through hair* At least this one is one you’re about to be hit with by one of your crew anyway.