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katelikeskittens: badhoruss: thatpointlessidiot: [a bunch of blindly mislead idiots redacted] The...

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:25:30 -0400

badhoruss:

thatpointlessidiot:

[a bunch of blindly mislead idiots redacted]

The milkshake: This is not limited to fast food nor to milkshakes. That ‘concoction’ is the industry standard artificial strawberry flavoring found in everything strawberry flavored that isn’t naturally flavored.

Chicken nuggets: Total lies. My sister works at the Tyson plant that provides KFC and McDonalds their nuggets. There’s no ‘pink paste’ stage. ’Reflavoring’ is an injection of mostly salt into the meat in order to give it some taste because modern day chicken is nearly flavorless. If you want to disgust people, show them the conditions of the processing plants that dismantle the chickens.

The pubic hair one: You eat more of your family’s pubic hairs cooking in your own home. You think you don’t shed once you walk in your own door?

Peanut butter: This is a cold hard truth of food mass production. There will be insects. You can never get rid of them or take them out of the process. The FDA places limits on how much can be allowed into specific foods so that food manufactories don’t get lazy and just say ‘Well we can’t keep it out.’ The FDA limit helps immensely because it makes these places try to keep the insect population down through keeping things clean.

Shellac: Oh my god this is so stupid. ’Shellac’ is an INGREDIENT. It’s a NATURAL PRODUCT produced by INSECTS. It is then PROCESSED into food-grade glaze or colorants, OR into wood and furniture polish. They don’t just take wood polish and dump it on your jawbreakers. Grow up.

Bacteriophages: The ‘phages of which you speak are used to kill the listeria virus. Listeria is a bacteria that attacks the immune system and has a one in five mortality rate. Bacteriophages? They’ve been used as an alternative to antibiotic medications in Russia and France for 90 years. That’s really disgusting and dangerous!

Coke: This is total and complete bunk. It would have been far more effective to point out that colas and carbonated drinks have been linked to weakened bones in those who overconsume them, but this is complete lies here. Again.

Salads: I think you mean propylene glycol. And again, this is bullshit. PG only causes reactions in those allergic to it. It has a very low toxicity and can only negatively affect human health if very large amounts are ingested very quickly and over a very short period of time. By which I mean ‘Find a vat of it and start drinking it and nothing else.’ Again you go for the lie instead of pointing out that fast food salads are processed and contain as much fat and cholesterol as most of the other foods offered by a fast food place.

Beef additives: This has nothing to do with fast food. This is common in MOST meats in the US. This is because the US has become so obsessed with the fat content of meat and making it ‘healthy’ that we have literally bred almost all the flavor out of every food animal breed we currently use. Flavorants are almost ALWAYS injected during processing or most of our meat would be bland and tasteless. ‘Flavorants’ typically being concentrated broth and/or salt and seasoning.

Cheese: Lies again. Only those cheeses labelled as ‘Pasteurized process cheese food’ and ‘Pasteurized process cheese spread’ match these stats. Pasteurized process cheese is simply a blended cheese made to have a sharp taste and be easily melted. Your lie here is that the 47% is referring to the cheese’s fat content, not cheese content.

This image is full of lies and misrepresented half-truths and anyone spreading this as truthful should rethink their approach.

thank you oh my god

I’m so glad the block of text I found under this bullshit was debunking it.

reblogging as text because fuck the image

themoonsavedme: pitchblack-the-nightmare-king: themoonsavedme: ...

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:04:00 -0400

themoonsavedme:

pitchblack-the-nightmare-king:

themoonsavedme:

//OKAY I JUST WENT ON THE PERSON’S PAGE AND YES IT IS A STUPID JOKE. Besides, the word ‘apologize’ is spelled wrong

//IT HAD BETTER BE SOME KIND OF SICK JOKE BECAUSE HOLY CRAP OF ALL THE YAHOO COULD DO TO TUMBLR THIS IS JUST NOT OK

//M’KAY GUYS, THIS IS A JOKE. I SAW THAT ‘apologize’ WAS SPELLED WRONG SO I WENT TO INVESTIGATE AND IT IS IN FACT A HUGE LIE

for everyone pointing out that ‘apologise’ is spelled wrong - the entire message is written using british spellings. ‘apologise’ is a perfectly legitimate alternate spelling for ‘apologize’

ohey i didn’t see you hiding there in my inbox but ok: i...

Sun, 19 May 2013 13:49:00 -0400

ohey i didn’t see you hiding there in my inbox but ok:

i can kill human ears with my higher pitched whistles
i get distracted easily - in fact, i am distracted THIS VERY SECOND
my mom used to chew our food for and feed us moth-to-mouth bird-style when we were really young.
she also told the most morbid bedtime stories - THIS PROBABLY EXPLAINS ALL THE AWFUL THINGS.
i have legs like a cassowary

yellowfur: I liek charows colors

Sun, 19 May 2013 12:44:42 -0400

yellowfur:

I liek charows colors

That awkward moment when you learn that as a senator, Shockwave was suspended five times for "emotional outbursts"

Sun, 19 May 2013 12:23:15 -0400

gokuma:

I debated whether or not to share this story.

Sun, 19 May 2013 12:05:19 -0400

unwinona:

And then I debated whether or not to put it on Tumblr…but I decided it was important. Because in my own way, I can (unfortunately) point out exactly what is wrong with men when they don’t realize how hard it is to be a woman. How we do not have equal opportunities and freedoms in everyday life. How most men, even good caring men, have no clue what we go through on a daily basis just trying to live our lives.

So here goes.

I often ride the Metro when I commute from North Hollywood to Long Beach in order to save money. I bring a book, pointedly wear a ring on my ring finger to imply I’m married (I’m not) and keep to myself.

Without fail, I am aggressively approached by men on at least half of these commutes. The most common approach is to walk up to where I am sitting with body language that practically screams LEAVE ME ALONE and sit down next to me or as close to me as possible, when the train is not crowded and there are many empty rows. Sometimes an overly friendly arm is draped over the railing behind me, or they attempt to lean in close to talk to me as if we are old friends. Without fail, the man or boy in question will lean to close and ask me

What are you reading?

Is that a good book?

What’s that book about?

This serves the double purpose of getting my attention and trapping me in a conversation. If I stop reading the book I enjoy to talk to you, random stranger, you hit on me or just stay way too close to me. If I tell you to leave me alone, you get mad at me. Because I somehow, as a woman, owe you conversation.

Tonight when I boarded the train in Long Beach at 10:30pm, it started up right away. I was not on the train more than three minutes before three boys who looked eighteen sat in the row behind me and leaned over the seats into my personal space, close enough to breathe on me. The one with his arm draped over onto the back of my seat asked me—surprise— “what are you reading?” I went through my usual routine. I told them loudly and firmly that I wanted to be left alone to read my book. They got angry. I was told “Why are you going to be like that? I just wanted to talk!” His friends start laughing at me and they don’t move, telling me come on! and why are you gonna be like that? until I tell them to leave me the fuck alone, stand up, and move to the front of the car near the three other people on the train, a couple and a business man in a suit. They spend the next two stops shouting at me from the back of the car, alternating between trying to sound flirtatious and making fun of me, shouting “I bet she’s reading Stephanie Meyer! I bet she’s reading Twilight or some shit! You reading Twilight or some shit?”

They exit the train at the next stop, and I’m relieved. The train is going out of service at the next station, so we all exit to board a new train to Los Angeles. As we board, the business man steps aside to let me go through the door first and asks me if those guys were bothering me. I say yes, that it happens all the time, and he tells he’ll beat them up for me if they come back. He is a nice person who talks to me like I’m a human being instead of a walking pair of tits, and I make a mental note: This is how a real man talks to a woman on a train.

The business man and the couple exit our new Blue Line train an exit or so later, and I think my night is ending on a good note. A seemingly normal man enters the train with his bicycle. At this point I am three rows from the front of the car, another man was sitting near the back of the car, and the rest of the car is empty. Bicycle Man walks halfway down the row, and settles into the seat directly opposite me. Perfect, I think. Twice in one night.

It’s not the first time I’ve been bothered multiple times. As such, I’m still amped from the teenagers on the first train. So when this man leans across the aisle into my personal space and asks me, yes, what are you reading, I assertively but calmly tell him to please leave me alone, I am reading. The man stands up, moving to the front and muttering angrily over his shoulder that it isn’t his fault I’m pretty.

Yes. Exactly that. I am the bad person in this situation because somehow this is all my fault. I started this by being attractive. I am making a mental note to bitch about this to my friends later. I go so far as to write it down so I know I’m remembering it properly.

It is at this exact moment I realize Bicycle Man is not taking it well. The seemingly annoying but normal man a moment before is now talking to himself, becoming agitated. In my years of being bothered by total strangers, I have learned how to hold a book and seem to be reading while taking in everything around me. He is glaring at me, and says out loud in an angry baby talk voice “PLEASELEAVEMEALONEI’MREADING. PLEASE LEAVE ME ALOOOONE.”

Then he’s up out of his seat and things go from bad to worse. He begins pacing back and forth in front of his bike, alternating between screaming something about his mother being dead and calling me a slut, a hoe, a bitch. I am frozen in place. There is one other person in the car, and I’m not sure if trying to change seats will draw more attention to me or less. I trust my instincts and show no fear, doing my best to appear to be calmly reading my book, never once looking up to acknowledge the abuse he’s hurling at me. There are four stops left until we reach the main downtown station where there are lights and security officers. Those four stops are virtually abandoned, and I have no guarantee that leaving to wait for another train won’t motivate him to leave the train as well, leaving us potentially alone at a metro station platform just outside of Compton. I’m frozen in place, trying to plan what I’m going to do if he decides to take all this rage directly to me. I’m ready to kick him, scream, make enough noise that he panics and flees.

At this point he’s punching the walls and doors of the train, screaming at me. He stares me full in the face and screams

SUCK MY DICK, BITCH

YOU BITCH

YOU STUPID BITCH

YOU GODDAMN HO

IF I HAD A GUN I’D SHOOT YOU

I WOULD FUCKING KILL YOU BITCH

This went on for two stops. No one came to see what was happening. The man in the last row was as frozen as I was. I’m not angry he didn’t come to my defense. He was smaller, older, and frailer-looking than I was. Again, I was worried if I got up, I would be turning my back on him to walk down the aisle. In the state he was in, I had no guarantee it wouldn’t get physical, and I had more physical strength with my back to the window and feet in kicking position where I was. If he had chosen to assault me, I would only be making it easier for him by standing up and putting myself directly in his path. On and on, over and over, he screamed at me, screamed at his dead mother, screamed at me again.

The moment we reached the downtown station, I was out the door and down the stairs. I still had to catch a connecting train to North Hollywood, and made sure there was no sign of Bicycle Man before I entered the car. That’s when I finally starting shaking, and almost threw up. By the time I exited the Red Line and reached my car I could barely breathe and my heart was pounding out of my chest. Even now, in my own home, my hands are still shaking and for some reason the stress has made my back muscles feel cold and numb. From all the tension, I can only assume. I can’t eat anything, I still feel like I’m going to vomit, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t cried so much, so hard I still have the headache.

So when people (men) want to talk about “legitimate” forms of assault, tell girls they should be nice to strangers and give men the benefit of a doubt, tell them to consider it a compliment, tell them to ignore the bad behavior of men, I want them to be forced to feel, for even one minute, what it feels like to have so much verbal hatred and physical intimidation thrown at them for nothing more than being female and not wanting to share.

I just wanted to read my book.

It’s not my fault I’m pretty.

orn-nest: i went digging through some old files and came across...

Sun, 19 May 2013 11:28:00 -0400

orn-nest:

i went digging through some old files and came across these alternate versions of this fanart (the final one in the set) from … 4 years ago? wow.

just in case you haven’t started following my “art” blog ~~or rather, general creative works given that my shoops aren’t really art imo, hahaha~~

thegistcali: Article from The Guardian

Sun, 19 May 2013 10:45:57 -0400

thegistcali:

Article from The Guardian

theannieplanet: jimcashfan: “Trying to steal a TV, huh? You’re...

Sun, 19 May 2013 10:38:19 -0400

theannieplanet:

jimcashfan:

“Trying to steal a TV, huh? You’re going to have to suck a lot of dick to make up for that.”

I JUST LAGUHED OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS

givemeprizes: misterstereodream: forgottenart: I know this is...

Sun, 19 May 2013 03:07:50 -0400

givemeprizes:

misterstereodream:

forgottenart:

I know this is a crap time to probably post anything, since everyone’s really focused on the elections, lol. :U

Anyways, stuff I’ve been playing around/working with for the past week. Most of it’s stuff you guys have already seen before, but with a little bit of progress. The first one is my colored version of this by ornithia.

I saw this, and I screeched because SHOOP’S SOUNDWAVE AND WHIRL

HNNNGG

dat whirl doe….

i don’t think i’ve reblogged this yet (or have i?) but wow i should really collab with people to color my lines ~~more often~~

Photo

Sun, 19 May 2013 03:05:11 -0400

asylum-countess: danrdarrenc: dimpuch: “That’s right. Because...

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:40:23 -0400

asylum-countess:

danrdarrenc:

dimpuch:

“That’s right. Because you know, deep down… you deserve to be punished. Don’t you, Mr. Potter?”

I JUST SCREAMED AND KICKED MY LAPTOP

andrewhussiesbosom: if you nice to me then I’ll but if you give me shit Imma

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:39:29 -0400

andrewhussiesbosom:

if you nice to me then I’ll

but if you give me shit Imma

yourendorphine: homophobic participating countries who didn’t show the gay kiss on eurovision must...

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:39:01 -0400

yourendorphine:

homophobic participating countries who didn’t show the gay kiss on eurovision must pay a fine because eurovision must be shown from beginning to end without cutting anything out and they are banned from eurovision for the next three years

i am crying right now i love you europe

fearandloathinginliverpool: If you don’t follow Sir Patrick...

Sun, 19 May 2013 01:48:20 -0400

fearandloathinginliverpool:

If you don’t follow Sir Patrick Stewart on Twitter then what is wrong with you. He’s freaking adorable.

michaonthemoon: yaoibutts: I love how potato in French is pomme de terre, which pretty much means...

Sun, 19 May 2013 01:39:32 -0400

michaonthemoon:

yaoibutts:

I love how potato in French is pomme de terre, which pretty much means “earth apple.”

like what stupid frenchman saw this:

and said “zis petite légume looks like a, how you say, APPLE! hmmm… but it grows in ze earth… HON HON HON! MAIS OUI! C’EST UNE POMME DE TERRE!”

j’adore comment ananas se dit pineapple en anglais, ce qui veut littéralement dire “pomme de pin”, genre quel type anglais a vu ça:

et s’est dit : “ow cette étrange big fruit ressemble à une, how do you say, POMME! hmmm… mais plutôt une pomme qui pousse dans les pins… HU HU HU! OH YES, IT’S A PINEAPPLE!”

(z’avez vu, on peut le faire aussi… hon hon hon!)

reblog pour le commentaire français

insert-silly-transformers-pun: “Is this selfcest?”

Sun, 19 May 2013 01:34:38 -0400

insert-silly-transformers-pun:

“Is this selfcest?”

laaaaamp: gunthatshootsennui: chairles: gunthatshootsennui: chairles: gunthatshootsennui: W...

Sat, 18 May 2013 01:06:45 -0400

laaaaamp:

gunthatshootsennui:

chairles:

gunthatshootsennui:

chairles:

gunthatshootsennui:

Wh- WHAT! MADNESS!

VICTORY IS THE BEST TRANSFORMERS SERIES!

I don’t give half a shit what those other shitlords are talking, I just heard victory

AW YEAH, TIME FOR VICTORY~!

V! V! VICTORY

TRANSFORM, GATTAI! POWER UP!

watch-the-finish: Breakdown …huh. i just noticed the...

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:58:47 -0400

watch-the-finish:

Breakdown

…huh. i just noticed the base of his nose/forehead thing actually extends away from his face

lostwiginity: This looks like Tony and his Iron Man suit...

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:37:27 -0400

lostwiginity:

This looks like Tony and his Iron Man suit reluctantly attending couple’s therapy together.