That little headbutt in the second one gave me diabetes.
“Excuse me, human. I would like a petting, please. Yes, thank you.”
“Um, excuse me, human? Human? Ah yes, I’d like another petting please. Ah, thank you.”
Always reblog Polite Cat.
I found this on the Ultimate subreddit. It’s to the tune of one of my all time favourite songs by Baz Luhrmann- Everybody’s Free (to Wear Sunscreen) and the words ring very true of why I play so much frisbee and why I do so in a slightly obsessive way. If you don’t know the song go and listen to it then come read this! Those tagged I think you’ll all appreciate at least a paragraph of it!
Ladies and Gentlemen of the club season of 2013… Play Ultimate. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, playing ultimate would be it. The long term fun to be had by playing ultimate has been proven by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice, now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your college team. Never mind, you will not understand the power and beauty of your college team until you’re well into a crappy rec-league team. But trust me, in 20 seasons you’ll look back and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility really lay before you and how fabulous it really was.
You are not as uncoverable as you imagine.
Don’t worry about turning the disc over, or worry but know that worrying is as effective as trying to huck upfield in 40mph wind.
The times you’ll really turn the disc over are apt to be times that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you throwing a centering pass off the pull.
Do one thing, every game, that scares your teammates.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s calls, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Don’t waste your time on playoff rage; sometimes you’re ahead, most of the time you’re behind. The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with your own inability to play other sports.
Remember the times your team came out on top. Forget the times that you threw a callahan. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old jerseys. Throw away your old gas bills.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your throws. The most interesting handlers I know didn’t know at their second season what they wanted to do with their throws. Some of the most interesting club players I know still don’t.
Get plenty of PT.
Be kind to your knees- you’ll retire when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll play elite club, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll win a championship, and maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll get cut from every team you dream about, and maybe you’ll do the funky chicken dance in 75 different endzones. Whatever you do, don’t spike the disc too much, or sub yourself out either. Your skys are half chance. So are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your cuts, cut every way you can, don’t be afraid of them, or what other people think of them. Quite frankly they probably suck at cutting too.
Play tournaments. Even if you have nowhere else to do it but rec-league at home.
Look at upfield at your cutters, even if you don’t throw to their cuts.
Do NOT READ rsdnospam. It will only make you feel bad for the sport.
Get to know your teammates. You’ll never know when they’ll get injured.
Be kind to your college alumni. They’re the best link to your old teams and the most likely to stick with you during a contested stall.
Understand cuts come and go, but for a special few you should not look them off.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in real-life jobs and tournaments, for the older you get, the more you’ll want to keep running in the sunshine.
Play casual mixed, but leave before it makes you soft. Try out for elite open/womens, but leave before it makes you a jerk.
Accept certain, inalienable truths: You will get point-blocked. Cutters will drop discs. You too, will let your man get the disc. And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when YOU were young: you could throw anything, your cutters were uncoverable, and people played hard defense.
Play hard defense.
Don’t expect anyone else to poach deep for you. Maybe you have the wind on your side, maybe you have a 6’7 dude playing deep d, but you never know when either one might just quit.
Don’t mess too much with your fakes, by the time you’re at 8 stalls you won’t have looked upfield once.
Be careful which coaches you pick, but be patient with those on your team. Coaching is a useful thing, and being a coach is a way of getting with new guys, making them learn the lessons you learned, justifying your skillsets with their successes and taking all the credit.
But trust me on playing ultimate.
Credit- Ultimate Frisbee Subreddit, author: bigolebraydles http://www.reddit.com/r/ultimate/comments/1rs7zy/ladies_and_gentlemen_of_the_club_season_of_2013/
This is why I am such an angry feminist. Some feminists have this casual sheltered view where they “don’t even have it that bad” and “it’s not like the fifties” and “i read somewhere that women actually make MORE than men now” and it just boggles my mind that people have such a small world-view.
Your feminism isn’t worth beans if you don’t include all women. Be angry about injustices done to ALL women, not just the women of your city, or your country. Be angry about ALL INJUSTICE PERIOD, not just the kind that directly affects you.
This is why I need feminism. I don’t need to identify as female or associate myself with my FAAB body parts in order to be a huge supporter of the feminist movement. These statistics shock me and sadden me and push me to do more, to try better and to try and achieve a decrease in these statistics for girls and women worldwide. Being a feminist does not make me any less of a man, if anything it makes me a better, more well-rounded, man.
Happy international women’s day to every women worldwide.
Nothing like watching three games of soccer when you’re a cripple.
Waiting for my pre-t blood test. Shit just got real.
The finest use of The Force if ever I saw it.
The cutest thing EVER.
Greatest SELFIE in the history of selfies
can’t not reblog
im poor ill try it
ooohhh i have to try this
this is an actual scene from the movie
and the book
"better get off Tumblr now"
"but wait what is that?!"
so accurate it hurts
Stunning Images Of Skylines Captured With Time Lapse Photography
by Dan Marker-Moore
Such fierce. Very battle.
Snake: I SHALL VANQUISH THEE, VAST FURRY SNAKE!
Cat: wtf are you even doing, tiny tube monster?
OMG ITS SO CUTE I CAN’T
snake don’t remember the basics of CQC
Today is one of those days where I find myself just wishing I could have top surgery next Friday instead of starting hormones. I want top surgery so much more than I want hormones but I know that I cannot wait another year for something to happen. I know that I cannot live a year as male without hormones, I couldn’t do it socially, physically or emotionally. I know that hormones are my next immediate transitioning step. I know I cannot see myself in five years time in this body, my top dysphoria is crippling but I can manage the rest and could continue to manage the rest. I know that it’s a step that I want to take… eventually. Have any guys felt like this and gone the path of testosterone —> top surgery because it was a better timeline? I’m just struggling… halp?
Macaroni and Cheese Pizza
Click source for recipe.
THATS NOT LEGAL