abluerowan:

So the James Webb telescope took a picture of a infant star!!

The small glowing blob is protostar L1527! Caught in the glow of its sunrise-like creation the baby is only 100,00 years old! It can take up to 50 million years for a star to reach the size of our sun. This infant has a long time to go.

Located 460 light years away this is one hell of a childhood photo!

newyorktimesbestsellerr:

Can we as the Percy Jackson fandom continue high jacking posts???? Please???? Make it a thing again????

doozclops:

Unfriendly reminder that all you idiots being like “yeah just pirate media now, fuck corporations!” posting links and just openly telling people where to download pirated media are why it’s so hard to find safe, working sites for it anymore.

I’ve been doing this shit for over 20 years and the availability has gone down as it’s become more mainstream. The more you publicly talk about all these sites the less there are. Shut up. Tell people in private or don’t tell them at all.

bemusedlybespectacled:

cattorneyatlaw:

aurpiment:

Don’t want to be a contrarian on someone’s vent post but imo yes they will.

For real tho. My best friends are people I met in law school, when I was 23-25.

I survived in high school so I could thrive now.

That is quite honestly the dumbest (poem? lyric?) thing I have ever read. The fuck.

grapehyasynth:

I really feel tremendous grief for friendships that kind of petered away in the face of life’s currents. There are people with whom I formed deep, unique, vibrant, life-changing connections, and then we had to go our separate ways and it was too hard to maintain long-distance. There wasn’t a fight, it just sort of faded. And I feel like I have more friendships like this than friendships that have endured, so maybe I just have to get used to it. But if grief is all the love we have left over - well, I never did get to finish loving them. I love them, and I miss them, and I probably always will.

hcbiebrown:

hcbiebrown:

nothing like rereading a book you loved when you were younger only to realize the author can’t write

eatpussypraylove:

I was a pretty weird outcasted child so one of the greatest wonders of my adult life has been realizing that you can just go someplace and meet some people and casually make some friends, and they might not be in your life forever but you can hang out for a while, and then you can go somewhere else and do it again, and again, if it doesn’t work out no biggie, etc.

fully-functioning-pigeon:

People getting upset about Ken being just Ken in this movie clearly never experience Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse. That show is basically a precursor to the new movie in the way that it shows the dynamic of Barbie and Ken pretty well. Barbie is the main character, Barbie is everything. And Kens stumbling over his own feet trying to be there for her however he can. Not obsessively, not creepily, just golden retriever himbo energy. Ken was never, by any means marketed to young boys, or intended to represent men. He was there to be by Barbies side in all her wacky adventures.

laniidae-passerine:

the thing I love about the barbie movie hype is that it’s revealing how people played with barbies when they were a kid. I only had Barbies so typically I chose the lesbian affairs and murder plotting route, but if I was at a friend’s house and they had a Ken, I’d often go bisexual marital troubles. hey sound off how you played with your barbies I’m curious now

anxiouslittlecarrot:

I want everybody who’s calling Ken a Trophy Husband to know that he’s actually a Trophy Boyfriend, because when Ruth Handler invented Ken in the 1960s, she was adamant that he would never marry her and instead be her “handsome steady”, so that Barbie remained a figure of independence for the little girls and was never put in the position of housewife.

Her house is hers. She bought it and furnished it with money she made in her own job. In STEM, in politics, in healthcare, in fashion, in academy, in customer service. Her credit card is in her name (women in the US couldn’t have their own regardless of marital status until 1974). And it’s all pink and fashionable because femininity and badassness aren’t mutually exclusive. No matter who you are, you can be anything.

That’s why Barbie’s slogan is “you can be anything”. Teaching these ideals to little girls is why Barbie was created. Empowering women and empowering femininity is the original meaning of the Barbie doll. It’s not that you have to be all this to be a woman, but if you are all or some of this, you too are awesome.

And somehow pop culture deliberately changed that narrative. Sexualised, bimbofied, and villainised her, when she actually isn’t responsible for the impossible beauty standards — people are, she’s just a stylised, not-to-scale toy like most others.

Men are frothing because he’s just Ken and I guess they were expecting her to be just Barbie, but that’s exactly what Ken is. Canonically. A badass woman’s himbo boyfriend.

This movie has the potential to change the way we collectively see Barbie radically into what Ruth Handler’s intended, I’m so very excited