1. 21:31 16th Apr 2014

    Notes: 93495

    Reblogged from internal-acceptance-movement

    believeinrecovery:

    A little table to how to get rid of all that negative self-talk. We have to learn look at the good in situations too, instead of dwelling on things we can’t change- because you know what? We may not be able to change what is happening but we CAN change how we view it! 

     
  2. More lotion bars

    Made another batch of lotion bars, this time with 15g carnauba wax, 30g shea butter, 15g jojoba oil and 17g olive oil, for a total of about 1/3 cup liquid.

    carnauba wax has a higher melting point than bees wax, so I probably should have put that in to melt by itself first, or the carnuba and shea, but getting things to remelt once you add room temperature oil can be a pain.

    Also, safety tip look up the smoke point / flash point of your ingredients BEFORE putting them on the stove. Everything’s fine, nothing caught on fire, but a very good thing to know.

     
  3. 16:21 9th Mar 2014

    Notes: 26942

    Reblogged from naamahdarling

    image: Download

    facts-i-just-made-up:

Stalactite supervisor John Sato examines new formations with disappointment.
"A proper stalactite grows downward," said Sato, "But these younger stalactites are rebellious and have little respect for tradition. We’ve caught them growing sideways, diagonally, I saw one just yesterday that grew down at first but then went straight back up again into the rock ceiling."
Numerous theories abound as to why the stalactites are growing more bold. Some blame global warming for chemical shifts in the dripping minerals. Others feel television is to blame. But Sato has another theory:
"Many stalactites today come from modern rock. Classic rock held superior morals and produced straight stalactites. But modern rock, such as hard rock or acidic rock aren’t so solid. To keep stalactites on course, we must examine both the rocks and the role played by the minerals, the substance they communicate downward. Only with a comprehensive study of rock and role will we come to an understanding of the problem, and begin to move toward a solution. Such as an opaline silica solution, or a 50% fluorite solution."
Others feel that blaming rock is a cop-out, and that the problem lies with society’s standard of binary geological roles. Said Peter Saenz of GLAAD (Geological Land Appraisal And Diagnostics), “Who are we to say a stalactite has to be straight and hook up with a stalagmite? Maybe some stalactites are meant to meet other stalactites, maybe some stalactites want to find their own way through the caves. It’s not for us to dictate.”
This viewpoint has proven controversial, with high ranking clergy at the Vatican stating, “The Bible clearly states that speleothems are between one stalactite and one stalagmite, and that it is the stalactite’s role to descend upon the other.”
Peter Saenz retorts that the Vatican needs to mind its own business about what others go down on.

    facts-i-just-made-up:

    Stalactite supervisor John Sato examines new formations with disappointment.

    "A proper stalactite grows downward," said Sato, "But these younger stalactites are rebellious and have little respect for tradition. We’ve caught them growing sideways, diagonally, I saw one just yesterday that grew down at first but then went straight back up again into the rock ceiling."

    Numerous theories abound as to why the stalactites are growing more bold. Some blame global warming for chemical shifts in the dripping minerals. Others feel television is to blame. But Sato has another theory:

    "Many stalactites today come from modern rock. Classic rock held superior morals and produced straight stalactites. But modern rock, such as hard rock or acidic rock aren’t so solid. To keep stalactites on course, we must examine both the rocks and the role played by the minerals, the substance they communicate downward. Only with a comprehensive study of rock and role will we come to an understanding of the problem, and begin to move toward a solution. Such as an opaline silica solution, or a 50% fluorite solution."

    Others feel that blaming rock is a cop-out, and that the problem lies with society’s standard of binary geological roles. Said Peter Saenz of GLAAD (Geological Land Appraisal And Diagnostics), “Who are we to say a stalactite has to be straight and hook up with a stalagmite? Maybe some stalactites are meant to meet other stalactites, maybe some stalactites want to find their own way through the caves. It’s not for us to dictate.”

    This viewpoint has proven controversial, with high ranking clergy at the Vatican stating, “The Bible clearly states that speleothems are between one stalactite and one stalagmite, and that it is the stalactite’s role to descend upon the other.”

    Peter Saenz retorts that the Vatican needs to mind its own business about what others go down on.

    (Source: largecoin)

     
  4. 18:42 5th Mar 2014

    Notes: 9338

    Reblogged from naamahdarling

    petermorwood:

    ancientpanoply:

    A video made for the Museum of Cluny, and its “The Sword: Uses, Myths and Symbols” exhibit. It tries to dispel some of the beliefs that are still prevalent today about the weight and mobility of fighters in plate armor and show some of the techniques used in combat against armored opponents

    I’m always pleased to see videos like this. It’s as if people won’t believe unless they’re shown (and there are always some who go “ah, yes, well, in aluminium stage armour it’s easy.”)

    Well, the Museum Cluny video, like the Royal Armoury demo team, uses real steel armour: those two pictures at the start show the originals; the video uses reproductions because no curator will let someone take two exhibits from his museum and roll them around on flagstones. Mike Loades in the UK has been doing similar armour demonstrations for years, as has Tobias Capwell of the Wallace Collection. Eventually the old “clunky, immobile, in with a wrench, out with a can-opener” image of plate armour will go away – but I won’t hold my breath. (That shade of purple isn’t a good complexion anyway…)

    Even the faster demonstrations of these combat techniques are still dialled back to about half speed. Try to visualise how much quicker and more brutal this would be if the two fighters meant business, when the first rule was Do It To Him As Quickly As Possible Before He Does It To You.

    Writer and swordsman Guy Windsor writes about doing motion-capture work for a computer game; his completely authentic techniques couldn’t be used because they were so small, fast and economical. The game needed big swashing movements because the real thing looked unrealistic, too insignificant to be effective…

    You won’t see a “killing fight” (full speed, full power, full intent) recreated very often, either on documentaries or in museum exhibitions, because it’s very, very dangerous for (when you think about it) obvious reasons. These techniques from 600-year-old fight manuals were how men in armour maimed and killed other men in armour - and since they’re the original material, not a re-interpretation after 600 years of being diluted down to sport-safe levels, the techniques will still maim and kill men in armour. Even a blunt “safe” sword is pointed enough (first demo on the video, 1:54-59) to go into a helmet’s eye-slot and through the skull inside…

    But if you’re lucky enough to see a full-speed demo between fighters in real armour using wasters (wooden practice swords), be prepared to pick your jaw up from the floor. It is awesome. And also as scary as hell.

    Comments on comments:

    "Pretty much proof positive that the people who claim that skimpy female fantasy armor is for increased maneuverability don’t know what they’re talking about."

    They know exactly what they’re talking about. They want to see T&A on fantasy game and book covers, and since they don’t have the balls to be honest about it, this is their excuse.

    It amazes me that the old saws about Western armour and techniques are still going about, because surely two minutes’ thought would let you know that of course knights had to be able to get up off the ground…  Europeans were wearing armour for centuries, why wouldn’t they develop techniques of fighting in it?

    It’s easier to laugh (do the same people laugh about samurai?) and repeat what “everyone knows about armour" than it is to waste that two minutes thought. Thinking might reveal something to mess with set opinions, and that would be annoying…

    Biggest pet peeve: People commenting on the weight and shape of armour restricting mobility…

    As before - “everybody knows" that European armour is massive and clunky because that’s what "everybody knows.” God forbid they should ever apply the “if it was so useless then why was it used" logic to anything. Because then they might realise that what "everybody knows" is wrong.

    I’m going off to (not) hold my breath for a while… :-P

     
  5. 18:07 26th Feb 2014

    Notes: 279770

    Reblogged from naamahdarling

    naamahdarling:

    ofinsects:

    7ns:

    64memories:

    uwaah:

    yaoiguai:

    boys meowing soulfully

    praise our cat lord amen

    playing this at my funeral

    FUCK ME SOFTLY WITH A CHAINSAW

    oh sweet jesus christ on a fucking cracker

    Glory be unto ceiling cat.

     
  6. so I’m making my first lip balm today. Pretty basic, just .5 oz bees wax, 1 oz coconut oil and 1 oz sunflower oil. I think maybe less coconut next time, it solidifies pretty quickly. Leaves a nice layer on top of the skin, at least on my hands :)  Also, lip balm tubes are pretty small, so make sure you have extra containers. Yes, even more extras. 

    I really need to get a tiny pyrex measuring cup to do this again, and use a broader, shallower pot for a double boiler.

     
  7. 21:47 24th Jan 2014

    Notes: 73423

    Reblogged from naamahdarling

    ghostlygamtav:

    hey did u kno

    • being cis is normal
    • not being cis is normal
    • shut the fuck up everything is normal we are all literally organic creatures and therefore we are all normal
    • unless you are a robot or silicone-based alien in which case i apologize for my carbon-based privilege and invite you to add me on skype because i am interested in your culture

    (Source: blondnepeta)

     
  8. 21:32

    Notes: 46636

    Reblogged from naamahdarling

    (Source: iraffiruse)

     
  9. 21:40 19th Jan 2014

    Notes: 173439

    Reblogged from naamahdarling

    courfeyclause:

    wings-for-castiel:

    headmeetsdesk:

    radioactivemoose:

    so for some reason hershey’s thinks that golden apples would be great to sell as valentine’s candy

    image

    so i got one and wrote this on top:

    image

    and left it on a table in the studio

    image

    less than five minutes later people were fighting about it

    my plan has thus far been a success

    I love you

    you do realize this is how the trojan war started right

    this is definitely how the college au of the iliad starts

    How sad it is that I REALLY want to do this in my workplace lunchroom? I’m not sure if I want to see the arguments or or the knowing laughs more

     
  10. 21:24

    Notes: 2409

    Reblogged from wilwheaton

    image: Download

    wilwheaton:

Bahahaha

    wilwheaton:

    Bahahaha

     
  11. 09:27 12th Dec 2013

    Notes: 56338

    Reblogged from byrontobofur

    ink-splotch:

    There comes a point where Susan, who was the older girl, is lost to Narnia because she becomes interested in lipstick. She’s become irreligious basically because she found sex. I have a big problem with that.” - JK Rowling

    Can we talk about Susan’s fabulous adventures after Narnia? The ones where she wears nylons and elegant blouses when she wants to, and short skirts and bright lipstick when she wants to, and hiking boots and tough jeans and big men’s plaid shirts when she feels like backpacking out into the mountains and remembering what it was to be lost in a world full of terrific beauty— I know her siblings say she stops talking about it, that Susan walks away from the memories of Narnia, but I don’t think she ever really forgot.

    I want to read about Susan finishing out boarding school as a grown queen reigning from a teenaged girl’s body. School bullies and peer pressure from children and teachers who treat you like you’re less than sentient wouldn’t have the same impact. C’mon, Susan of the Horn, Susan who bested the DLF at archery, and rode a lion, and won wars, sitting in a school uniform with her eyebrows rising higher and higher as some old goon at the front of the room slams his fist on the lectern. 

    Susan living through WW2, huddling with her siblings, a young adult (again), a fighting queen and champion marksman kept from the action, until she finally storms out against screaming parents’ wishes and volunteers as a nurse on the front. She keeps a knife or two hidden under her clothes because when it comes down to it, they called her Gentle, but sometimes loving means fighting for what you care for. 

    She’ll apply to a women’s college on the East Coast, because she fell in love with America when her parents took her there before the war. She goes in majoring in Literature (her ability to decipher High Diction in historical texts is uncanny), but checks out every book she can on history, philosophy, political science. She sneaks into the boys’ school across town and borrows their books too. She was once responsible for a kingdom, roads and taxes and widows and crops and war. She grew from child to woman with that mantle of duty wrapped around her shoulders. Now, tossed here on this mundane land, forever forbidden from her true kingdom, Susan finds that she can give up Narnia but she cannot give up that responsibility. She looks around and thinks I could do this better.

    I want Susan sneaking out to drink at pubs with the girls, her friends giggling at the boys checking them out from across the way, until Susan walks over (with her nylons, with her lipstick, with her sovereignty written out in whatever language she damn well pleases) and beats them all at pool. Susan studying for tests and bemoaning Aristotle and trading a boy with freckles all over his nose shooting lessons so that he will teach her calculus. Susan kissing boys and writing home to Lucy and kissing girls and helping smuggle birth control to the ladies in her dorm because Susan Pevensie is a queen and she understands the right of a woman to rule over her own body. 

    Susan losing them all to a train crash, Edmund and Peter and Lucy, Jill and Eustace, and Lucy and Lucy and Lucy, who Susan’s always felt the most responsible for. Because this is a girl who breathes responsibility, the little mother to her three siblings until a wardrobe whisked them away and she became High Queen to a whole land, ruled it for more than a decade, then came back centuries later as a legend. What it must do to you, to be a legend in the body of a young girl, to have that weight on your shoulders and have a lion tell you that you have to let it go. What is must do to you, to be left alone to decide whether to bury your family in separate ceremonies, or all at once, the same way they died, all at once and without you. What it must do to you, to stand there in black, with your nylons, and your lipstick, and feel responsible for these people who you will never be able to explain yourself to and who you can never save. 

    Maybe she dreams sometimes they made it back to Narnia after all. Peter is a king again. Lucy walks with Aslan and all the dryads dance. Maybe Susan dreams that she went with them— the train jerks, a bright light, a roar calling you home. 

    Maybe she doesn’t. 

    Susan grows older and grows up. Sometimes she hears Lucy’s horrified voice in her head, “Nylons? Lipstick, Susan? Who wants to grow up?”  and Susan thinks, “Well you never did, Luce.” Susan finishes her degree, stays in America (England looks too much like Narnia, too much like her siblings, and too little, all at once). She starts writing for the local paper under the pseudonym Frank Tumnus, because she wants to write about politics and social policy and be listened to, because the name would have made Edmund laugh. 

    She writes as Susan Pevensie, too, about nylons and lipstick, how to give a winning smiles and throw parties, because she knows there is a kind of power there and she respects it. She won wars with war sometimes, in Narnia, but sometimes she stopped them before they began.

    Peter had always looked disapprovingly on the care with which Susan applied her makeup back home in England, called it vanity. And even then, Susan would smile at him, say “I use what weapons I have at hand,” and not explain any more than that. The boy ruled at her side for more than a decade. He should know better. 

    Vain is not the proper word. This is about power. But maybe Peter wouldn’t have liked the word “ambition” any more than “vanity.”

    Susan is a young woman in the 50s and 60s. Frank Tumnus has quite the following now. He’s written a few books, controversial, incendiary. Susan gets wrapped up in the civil rights movement, because of course she would. It’s not her first war. All the same, she almost misses the White Witch. Greed is a cleaner villain than senseless hate. She gets on the Freedom Rider bus, mails Mr. Tumnus articles back home whenever there’s a chance, those rare occasions they’re not locked up or immediately threatened. She is older now than she ever was in Narnia. Susan dreams about Telemarines killing fauns. 

    Time rolls on. Maybe she falls in love with a young activist or an old cynic. Maybe she doesn’t. Maybe Frank Tumnus, controversial in the moment, brilliant in retrospect, gets offered an honorary title from a prestigious university. She declines and publishes an editorial revealing her identity. Her paper fires her. Three others mail her job offers. 

    When Vietnam rolls around, she protests in the streets. Susan understands the costs of war. She has lived through not just through the brutal wars of one life, but two. 

    Maybe she has children now. Maybe she tells them stories about a magical place and a magical lion, the stories Lucy and Edmund brought home about how if you sail long enough you reach the place where the seas fall off the edge of the world. But maybe she tells them about Cinderella instead, Sleeping Beauty, Rapunzel, except Rapunzel cuts off her own hair and uses it to climb down the tower and escape. The damsel uses what tools she has at hand. 

    A lion told her to walk away, and she did. He forbade her magic, he forbade her her own kingdom, so she made her own. 

    Susan Pevensie did not lose faith. She found it. 

    (Source: ifallelseperished)

     
  12. 23:24 21st Nov 2013

    Notes: 268819

    Reblogged from ungemmed

    danimia:

    layyyladylay:

    bloodybloodorange:

    jaclcfrost:

    allow me to introduce you to some things made by zuhair murad

    aka

    the guy who showed me it was indeed possible to fall in love with dresses

    i started breathing really hard…I think im in love

    It’s like the beauty of tree branches and vessels and fashion all in one, I’m obsessed as well.

    Props to this designer.

    FYI: I am available for playing dress-up.

     
  13. 08:17 6th Nov 2013

    Notes: 227616

    Reblogged from naamahdarling

    strigays:

    sushinfood:

    merelynonsense:

    this quickly turned into the video equivalent of wtnv

    I went from “this is a frustrating waste of toothpaste” to silently staring, wide-eyed and slightly frightened.

    ?????????//

     
  14. 21:07 5th Nov 2013

    Notes: 81502

    Reblogged from naamahdarling

    naamahdarling:

    cvilbrandt:

    lucy-corsetry:

    sewvictorian:

    gothnrollx:

    oh my god yes

    So much fucking awesome in every single image.

    ASDFJKL;

    :O

    First, these are frakking amazing.

    The level of adorable is off the charts, and it’s just plain good photography as well.

    SECOND.

    Not that everyone involved here is not *ludicrous* levels of attractive but I bend a certain way and that is

    THE PERSON IN GREEN CAN WE JUST DEAL WITH THE HOTNESS???

    WHO IS?

    MORE PICS PLZ?

    (Source: sharonsgs)

     
  15. Tremble! I bring the terror! I bring the fear!

    (Source: mythtaken)