Cary

1. To see your shadow, you need a light source. Go outside and stand in the sun. Your shadow will hide behind you, where the sun cannot touch it.
2. Your shadow will rarely do anything while you are alive. It is just there. However, your relationship with your shadow and how you treat it is of utmost importance.
3. When walking alongside the road, make sure cars do not drive over your shadow. Keep your distance when talking to other people so that no one steps on your shadow. In general, treat your shadow like a friend or at least with respect.
4. Your shadow becomes stronger as you grow older. You infuse your soul little by little every time your shadow is cast.
5. Depending on what is done to the body after someone dies, shadow people are born. Burying or cremating a body is a sure way to kill someone’s shadow.
6. Most shadow people come forth from dead bodies laying someplace where the sun can reach it and cast a shadow.
7. Shadow people can roam freely, detached from the body. They can walk in broad daylight, as long as the dead body has a shadow. However, most shadow people prefer to stay in shadows cast by building, trees, etc. They disappear when a light source cannot reach their dead body.
8. Shadow people are not ghosts.
9. Do not be afraid when your shadow is not there when it is supposed to. A shadow person will take its place quickly. Most people do not notice their shadow is missing. However, many people have experienced ‘being connected to a different soul’, or ‘getting glimpses of a past life’. In most cases, this is due to your soul being connected to that of the shadow of a dead person.
10. Your shadow leaves for a) it needs to protect something in their own world b) out of malicious intent. If a shadow person does not temporarily replace your shadow, pray that it does not get killed.
11. Do not worry when you think a shadow person if following you. You might spot one out of the corner of your eye or behind a tree. Thank them for being there.
12. Shadow people use fear to keep humans out of harm’s way.
13. Sometimes you might only see the legs or a shadow person without a head. Refer to point 6. Either a light source cannot reach those parts, or the individual’s fate was rather unfortunate. If you have the stomach for it, follow the ‘broken shadowy figure’. They will most likely lead you to their host. Once there, repair the shadow.
14. When you see a shadow person with a tail, run. If it continues to follow you, you and your shadow may need to defeat it. Millennia ago, a demon and a human had children. The sorcerers of that time turned the children to stone and used them as statues to decorate their gardens. In order to kill these type of shadows, you need to find and destroy the statue.
15. When shadow people die, it freezes and darkens the place they died, similar to blood. Stay away from darkened areas as it attracts all sorts of dangerous creatures.

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• When taking the elevator

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pepporpotts:

Interviewer: Oh my goodness, this is a real relationship. It’s an intergalactic bond filled with superpowers.

lucifers-ass-cheek:

carolsteves:

Bonus:

unclefather:

mahoshonen:

“Please do not enter the garden area.”

And did he listen? No

It’s his garden.

poisonedsequin:

alessandro trincone fall 2019 rtw  

ethankwolfe:

fruitydrinksister:

vardpup:

pyrocrastinate:

tdrloid:

Low fat yo

is no one going to talk about 1/3 fewer cries than the leg

fat free yort

I know I just reblogged this but now I’m crying over fat free yort

weigh
waters
ened

the-pink-alchemist:

ashenjadite:

nepeta-cata:

mmmirkabat:

fangirlintrovert:

saphore:

your last words before you die are the 3rd line of the last song you listened to. what are we saying ladies?

“Took it so far to keep you close”

“So I crept out the back, hopefully no one noticed”

“I guess it must be so”

“I’ve tried forever getting out on my own”

“Gather ‘Round”

“Don’t turn around”

bundibird:

wrangletangle:

stevenrogered:

Chris Evans helps Regina King up the stairs to the stage after her Oscars win

Okay listen up, all you dudes out there! It’s time for some life lessons from Chris Evans.

Wonder why women are fine with this when he does it, but they find you opening a car door or offering to carry stuff for them annoying? Well, wonder no more! It works like this:

A large number of women have had to learn how to dodge and swerve and sometimes even slap away men’s hands from the time they hit puberty - and sometimes before. Ladies, cis and trans both, are unfortunately experienced at being groped, poked, prodded, “helped”, and otherwise humiliated and threatened by men. Then also there’s the condescending attitude that of course we need a man’s help, and we should be grateful he offered it.

No thanks.

Chris is doing something very different here, and you’ll see it in similar video clips of him at other events. You can read his mental process in his body language. He starts with just clapping and congratulating. He offers nothing until there is a need, which doesn’t happen here until Regina’s shoe gets caught on her dress. Since women have literally tripped up the stairs at this ceremony several times over the years (because the shoe and clothing requirements are ridiculous), it is reasonable at this stage to think that my-shoe-caught-on-my-dress is a problem that actually needs to be addressed. This is when Chris offers.

How he offers matters. He starts with an open hand toward her, but this is a big no-no. Open hands are a red flag. Open hands grope and grab and shove. He quickly corrects by flipping his arm over and offering his forearm instead. This makes it her choice whether to grab on or ignore him. She doesn’t have to contend with a potentially threatening hand while she’s also contending with her dress.

He also bends down a bit to do this. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Chris is kind of a tall, beefy guy. Guys like that can be a bit intimidating without meaning to be, at least when they’re up close. Also, his arm is a bit too high to be useful to her if he stays at his full height. So he bends down. This is even more visible in the video from him doing this for Betty White at the 2015 Oscars, because she’s shorter than Regina, I guess.

He offers his arm for exactly as long as she leans on it. When she lets go, he steps back. This is a guy who isn’t interested in showing off how much she needs his help. He’s just interested in helping, and when he’s not needed, he’s done. He goes back to sit down. He doesn’t hover.

Also, Regina King knows who Chris Evans is. His behavior at work thus far has certainly made it into the rumor mill, thus factoring into whether she accepts help from him. Is he a dudebro or jerk to women at work? That doesn’t appear to be the case.

Women are not helpless. Compared to men, our clothes are more often obstacles to getting where we need to go safely and with our dignity intact, but conversely, we’ve also learned to deal with that better than most men have. It’s not that we never need or want help; like all people, we do sometimes need a hand. It’s just that “some kinds of help are the kinds of help we all could do without.”

If you are offering help to a woman, first make sure she actually appears to be struggling. Second, make yourself as unthreatening as possible and let her do any touching, not the other way around. Third, make sure she can refuse without any consequences. And fourth, back off as soon as she doesn’t need you anymore and let the moment go.

I hadn’t even registered why exactly it was that he was so unthreatening in this and the Betty White assistance incidents, but you’re right. It’s all in the way he helps. It’s not that this is unthreatening behaviour “because he’s Chris Evans” – its because his body language is genuinely unthreatening and merely helpful.

A+ analysis – I hadn’t even registered the details of why and how this behaviour was 100% ok, while from another man (who probably would have gone about it differentky) it might not have been

I should really do this to my grandma

wordswithkittywitch:

karina-hime:

lord-kitschener:

gorps:

coolcatgroup:

cobaltdays:

if you firmly believe cowboy cats would say meowdy hit that mf reblog

Meowboys

YEEHAW

astrobro:

holegod:

astrobro:

What in God’s name is business casual

Thanks I got the job!

thehighpriestofreverseracism:

theocseason4:

this whole white celebs/elite scamming their way to get get their children in ivy league schools

is just making me think about shit like this:

tiktoksithinkarefunny:

beardycarrot:

ofgeography:

just two days ago, i was thinking, “you know what i haven’t done in a while? write a story about some stupid and embarrassing thing i’ve done. i wonder if this is because i’m twenty-seven and no longer a bumbling idiot who can’t make it through her day without bringing shame on her family?”

haha! said the universe. this bitch really thinks!!!!!

so this morning i was riding the bus to work, because i’m a grown up, who has a job, and i must take not one but two busses to get there. and i get off the first bus feeling a lot of hope for not just the day but the whole week. last week was cloudy and overcast, but this week! this week is going to be different. it’s sunny. i’m going to be productive. i’m going to be focused. i’m going to get things done.

• spoiler: i’m going to abandon all these plans immediately.
  

i reach into my pocket to retrieve my wallet, which has my transit pass in it, and realize: it’s not there. it is also not in my other pocket. it is also not in my gym bag.

it is still on the bus.

• you know that feeling when you’ve lost something where like, just before you go to see if you lost it you already know that you lost it?
• it’s like how neo slows down time to dodge bullets in the matrix except instead of being that, it’s me realizing i have already done something incredibly stupid.

the problem with my wallet still being on the bus is that i myself am not still on the bus, which means that with every second, my wallet is getting farther away from me. this is distressing for many reasons but primarily i’d say that i don’t like it when my money and i are parted. i don’t have a lot of money, but what i do have i like to keep a very close eye on, because i need it to live, you see. still, there are lots of other things in that wallet that i don’t want to be parted from:

• my drivers’ license, which i don’t use to drive anymore but is a nice picture of me and is also the world’s most ANNOYING thing to replace,
• my work credit card and ID to get into the building,
• my ventra transit card,
• a wine punchcard on which i am only THREE WINES away from a $1 bottle of wine, and
• a little post-it with the combination to my gym lock, which i am too dumb to remember but which i desperately need if i ever want to retrieve my running shoes from my gym locker.

i mean … y’all know that the only thing to do is chase that bus down. i’m not gonna cross my fingers and hope my wallet makes it to the lost and found. i don’t have that kind of luck.

my outfit for today was very, “90s straight girl meets her boyfriend’s sister and IMMEDIATELY becomes a lesbian,” so i was wearing 5-inch heels that weren’t conducive to running, which means i did the only sensible thing there was to do and kicked them off so that i could chase the bus in my bareass feet down the streets of chicago. 

• was this “safe”????? no.
  
• but was it liberating???? also no.
  
• did my foot my foot bleed and did it probably contract the black plague????? FOLKS IT DID!!! 
  

anyway, there i went, sprinting down the sidewalk in my yellow floral romper and white jacket, heels in my hand, gym bag swinging behind me like a cartoonish ball & chain, and of course, because of who i am as a person, i almost immediately took a bad step.

friends, to say that i fell is to miss what happened, which is that i took an eight-foot vertical leap and did not land on my feet.

• you know those cartoons where a cat gets scared and it jumps so far into the sky it touches the moon?
  
• you know those videos of people with those water jetpacks where they can’t control them and they go rocketing through walls like the kool-aid man?
• you know when a basketball player does that thing where they’re gonna dunk but they just absolutely whiff and end up lying dazed on the basketball court while whole stadiums of people laugh at them?

“oh my god,” someone yelled, maybe from their car, maybe from the bus stop, maybe literally god himself.

i looked up, dazed. there was a crowd of at least five people around me, all of them helping me to my feet, gathering my things. one very kind and very brave man ran out into traffic to retrieve my travel coffee mug, which – shoutout to my hometown’s endodontics practice, spilled not one single drop. 

“are you all right?” one of the good samaritans asked. “holy shit you were – you were airborne for so long.”

you know when your brain has been scrambled and you know there’s some way you need to be reacting but you can’t make your body react that way? 

i was like: “i have to catch that bus.”

“there are other buses coming,” Coffee Savior said. “like – in just a couple minutes.”

“no, i need that one,” i said, for some reason not realizing that i ought to clarify that my wallet was on that bus. one of the women, very kindly and warmly, stepped in close to me and put her arm around my shoulders and said, “between us girls, your boob is out.”

i looked down. the strap of my jumpsuit had popped off my shoulder, and indeed, my boob was out. i zipped up my white (WHITE. IT WAS WHITE. WHY DID I WEAR WHITE TODAY? YOU NEVER WEAR WHITE AFTER LABOR DAY!!!) jacket to hide this problem, which feels like a problem for Later Molly to deal with.

i took my things back from them, put my heels in my hand, and inexplicably left them with a cry of, “thanks, i love you,” before sprinting off again.

• “THANKS, I LOVE YOU,” Shouts Bloodied Area Woman To Crowd Of Strangers While Running Barefoot Through Urban Center
  

i thought i’d become A Runner in the past few years by some weird fluky accident, but it turns out that i’d done it specifically so that i could chase this bus through not one but TWO intersections, because just as i reached it both times the light turned green. but when you’re already bleeding for a cause, giving up just feels like a waste.

• this is called the fallacy of sunk cost, and it’s a stupid things human do that we shouldn’t.
• i know this but i chased a bus for three blocks anyway and that just goes to show that the human mind is an enigma.

eventually, while turning a corner, the bus driver noticed me. he slowed down, looking perturbed by how far my fortunes had fallen since the last time we saw each other – which was less than five minutes ago – when i was, a) not bleeding, and b) not yelling at him.

he opened the door.

“i left my wallet,” i explained.

he blinked at me, but before i could get on, a man from the back row came running up to the front, holding my wallet in his hand. “you left your wallet,” he said, as if this would be news to me.

“you left your wallet?” asked the bus driver, in a tone that indicated what he meant was, why are you bleeding??????????

i took my wallet very gratefully from the other passenger.

i said, “thanks. i love you,” and the doors of the bus closed.

gallusrostromegalus:

• Annabell, a solid white and completely deaf pit bull that used to let mom draw on her belly
  
• The World’s Ugliest Tom Cat, who turned out to be the cuddiest teddy bear of an animal
• Cocker spaniel named “Captain”
• Stupid, the Cat
• Litter of baby raccoons
• Three more cats
• A completely bald and extremely anxious canary that sang beautifully, but only at 4 AM
• Baby Squirrel that grew up in the house and then refused to move out
• A Genuine Thoroughbred Racehorse who was a spectacular athelete but had a habit of running races in the wrong direction.  Benny turned out to be a terrific trail horse instead.
• Turtle
• Snapping Turtle
• A bucket full of 43 goldfish left over from the fair.  Mom counted once they were all in the bathtub in the backyard with the snapping turtle.
• Another cocker spaniel named “Major”, who had the tremendous talent of eating green beans silently
• Red-tailed hawk he found on the highway, and sucessfully nursed back to health and released.
• Dummy, Son of Stupid
• Strange, the dog that lived under the porch and only came into the house at night.
• An “abandoned” baby deer.
• Spooky, an alleged dog.  
• Joey the parakeet whose tricks were 
  1. drinking tea out of a tiny cup
  2. threatening to peck out people’s eyes
  3. wearing hats
• A Really Big Toad he found behind the factory, because the other auto workers were discussing using it for target practice.  Mr. Grumpity was guardian of the rosebed for several years and granny’s (his mother) favorite animal he ever brought home.
• Gretchen, a St. Bernard that had to be shaved from her prior owner’s neglect, and spent a week hiding from sight with such success in the house that they thought she’d run away.
• Arson, Burglary and Murder, three frankly adorable little kittens.  They did not change the names, much to the regret of the cop who lived three doors down.
• Yet another Cocker Spaniel, named “Colonel”
• Cardinal (bird)
• Canada Goose (Demon)
• Once in the nursing home, he had a “pet” 12-point whitetail buck that would come to his window to be fed corn and get headskritches, inexplicably named “Florence”

The marriage only ended because thier time on earth did. He never kept an animal Grandma wouldn’t allow and if anything she was worse about it.

She was the one who brought home a tarantula.

deliciouspirategod:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

“Who gave them catnip…”

Lotion the Cat needs to show up on the show :D

he is a good catte and also King of the Bees <3

catchmeifyoucan427:

rebelinthesky:

petello993:

This dog is a smart dog. Free scratchies! 🥰 LMFAO @ his back legs! 😂

This single German Shepherd makes the world a better place!

paradelle:

Istanbulites often place bowls of food and water on the sidewalk in a communal effort that lets cats roam free. The money in the tip box at one restaurant goes toward the veterinary bill for sick or injured animals; at a fisherman’s stand, cats get to sample the tiny anchovies plucked from the Bosporus. People often feel duty-bound to care for the animals that hang around their home or workplace, despite the cool nonchalance of the cats themselves. “Cats know that people act as middlemen to God’s will,” says one Istanbul resident in the film. “They’re not ungrateful—they just know better.”

Turkey is not unique among predominately Muslim countries for honouring its cats, which are considered ritually clean animals in Islam. In the hadith, the collected sayings and actions of Muhammad, there are numerous examples of the Prophet’s fondness for cats. By one account, Muhammad cut off his sleeve when he had to rise for prayers so as to not disturb a feline that had curled up on his robe for a nap. In another tale, the pet cat of Abu Hurayrah (literally “father of the kitten”) saved Muhammad from an attack by a deadly serpent. Muhammad purportedly blessed the cat in gratitude, giving cats the ability to always land on their feet. Cats were considered guardians in other respects for the Islamic world: they defended libraries from destruction by mice and may have helped protect city populations from rat-borne plagues.

positive-memes:

The couple pretends like they’re not together in office and the entire office is trying to set them up. This is so wholesome.

surprisedentistry:

surprisedentistry:

surprisedentistry:

not naming any names but SOMEone deliberately pissed on me at work today

i’m miffed in part because i really like him and he came up to me say hi and i thought we were going to have a friendly interaction but then all of a sudden he was just. pissing on me

it has come to my attention that i should probably mention that i work with animals

bibliosauruswrecks:

Happy Caturday!

People don’t believe me when I tell them Baxter is the size of a small dog, so here he is next to a Jack Russell terrier for scale.

tekxz:

kaibawarp:

i want you all to know that there’s a breed of draft mules called the American Mammoth Jackass and they are Large Boys

mother Fucker unlimited

randomslasher:

renamok:

This woman confronts racism in the funniest way possible.

Not all heroes wear capes.

The duo built a website Bluebirds and Blooms to organize volunteers, accept private donations and set up sources for the repurposed flowers, which come from weddings, corporate events, fundraisers and grocery stores such as Trader Joe’s and Fresh Thyme. A pool of more than 100 volunteers picks up flowers, designs the arrangements and delivers bedside bouquets twice a week to 25 suburban and Minneapolis senior memory and hospice care communities every month...

Last February, they partnered with the Edina Community Foundation to help manage the nonprofit. At that spring’s fundraiser, “we were bragging about delivering 200 bouquets,” said Hogan. “In the next few weeks, we’ll be at 5,000.”