Online 3D experiment by Ikaros Kappler which is described as a “Extrusion/Revolution Generator” ….
Created with three.js, you can alter the bezier curves and angle of the form, and is designed with 3D printing in mind (models can be exported and saved, as well as calculated weight in silicone).
Try it out for yourself (if you wish) here
the time is now
ah yes, the ol rolling pin dilda
it’s called the purple ramjet
which end do you start with? the answer is yours to decide
shove a vase up your ass
not even jesus could save yall motherfuckers’ souls
i call it the matterhorn
cackling just continues to get louder as I scroll through
i think this is the first time an internet community has discovered something customizable and adamantly refused to make penises
*aggressively reads a novel*
*angrily cries during Doctor Who*
*rereads TFIOS for the seventh time*
*fangirls over EVERY SINGLE FUGGING THING*
My name is Piperinsanity. Hopefully my thoughts and beliefs can help you feel better. And that I don't offend you with my face.
i’m so fucking pissed off at this picture
wwhat the fuck….
I FUCKING LOVE THIS
oh my god thank you for the second perspective, it honestly makes me feel way less stressed about this image, you have no idea
(9.23.14) — Another morning in Amerikkka. Somebody thought it would be fun to desecrate the Mike Brown Memorial early this morning. I… I really can’t even. #staywoke #farfromover
Here’s a picture of some cops watching the memorial burn although there seemed to be no police at the scene when the fire department arrived.
Thoughts on Emma Watson
Like, good for you for speaking up about feminism and gender roles and sexism. Glad you are using your privilege as a celebrity to discuss these issues (albeit in a pretty basic ass speech).
But all I kept thinking when I saw all these silly articles claiming that Emma Watson gave a “game-changing” speech at the UN is that the only reason she has this opportunity and is receiving all this praise as a pioneering “game changer” is because she is a (wealthy, straight, young, Eurocentrically/stereotypically pretty, able bodied, cis) white woman. And she hasn’t even said anything really revolutionary that other feminists have not said before.
Notice how, unlike Beyonce and Nicki Minaj and other PoC celebs who have claimed and defended their feminist identity, Emma Watson’s feminist self- identification/speech has not been immediately contested or rejected because of her work or profession.
Notice how she spouts ideas about “gender as a spectrum” that queer scholars, activists, and theorists, many of color as well, have been saying for decades.
Notice how she pulls out the trope of rural African girls not receiving an education as a marker of gender progress- as if Africa is a monolith, as if other European and non-European nations don’t also have problems with disparities in women’s education, as if that statement doesn’t revive troubling, racist stereotypes about Black nations.
Notice how she places the impetus on men to spread gender equality- as if masculine identified people have not already been part of feminist movements, as if the only way to make feminism acceptable and effective is to invite men for the sake of their “sisters, daughters, and mothers” and not because people of all genders are human beings who deserve rights/respect, whose freedom is inherently interconnected.
Notice how her discussion of feminism does not include the intersectional weights of racism, classism, homophobia, transphobia, and ableism.
I appreciated some aspects of the speech- tying up men’s liberation from the limits of gender roles alongside other genders within feminism, for instance. And I understand that she is promoting some kind of UN program for men & gender equality, that perhaps she saw her speech as an introduction to feminism, that she is probably not being intentional in her mistakes.
But I can’t see past the flaws of her words and her undeniable privileges that have made her the spokesperson for feminism in the UN’s eyes, therefore lending her limited vision of feminism more international/mainstream weight. And how the contributions of so many women of color, queer peoples and other marginalized groups who ACTUALLY have shaped and led feminist movements are being erased in one fell swoop by the kind of widespread media attention she is receiving.
This is one criminally underrated Batman villain.
SERIOUSLY THOUGH SHE WAS MY FAVORITE BATMAN VILLAIN
Her physical condition didn’t allow her to age
No one took her seriously as an actress
And even when she was trying to get into a happy romantic relationship (albeit with another villain) he still couldn’t take her seriously as a consenting, sexually active and romantically interested adult
That’s a lot of blows to someone’s psyche
and Babydoll is both a sympathetic villain and a formidable one
I remember this episode fucked me up a a kid.
And man, do I wish we could see this Batman again: the Batman that consoles his villains, because the majority (if not all) of them are mentally ill people. And Batman knows this and wants them healthy again, not punished and GOD definitely not dead.
And I could see any hard core horse riding enthusiast going “What are you doing!? That’s not how you ride!”
I guess he’s trying to blend in and not be the
centaur of attention
Lol, okay, here’s my story. It’s about how GIRLS can be FRIENDZONED TOO
Sitting cross legged on my bed, I wait expectantly. Wait for what, that is all there is left to ask. Maybe for a response to my recent outburst of emotion? Maybe the simple putting down, hitting and killing of my heart? Whatever the case, I sat like a sitting-duck, as I felt you draw the arrow of painful words from your quiver and aim it at my soul.
Honestly, it was idiotic of me to try. To try telling you I wanted more than what we had. To tell you of what I dream of at night. To tell you why I always looked at you so intently, acted so impertinently. Honestly, I should have gone to bed an hour ago instead of staying up to let my emotions grow wild like an unkempt garden. But now they were too strong, and I could not clip them.
“What do you mean, you think you love me?”
I sighed, the blood in my veins pumping faster. I began to reply, fingers tapping out my honest feelings.
“Well…I’ve known you for what, a year? And that entire time I have felt as if you are the most amazing…the most perfect person that I have ever met.”
Blood surging through me.
“I don’t understand.”
And then I start.
I say how you make me feel amazing, how you make me feel beautiful on days when I feel awful, how you make me feel intelligent by sharing conversation with me. How I wouldn’t be able to live without you, or even imagine a happy world without you. How thoughts of you keep me up at night, how I want your hands on my back, how I want to sleep in your arms, how your lips entice me while you speak…all your words lock me in, better than gravity can. How you keep me on earth.
I just…just want to be friends, is your reply.
And that was it. You released your arrow. Who knew words could hurt as badly as sticks or stones? I feel a sob in my throat rising, threatening to burst over me and engulf me.
And that’s it. You say goodnight, and sign off. I breathe.
No. This is not fair. Not right.
After ALL I DID! AFTER ALL I FELT! WHY DO I DESERVE THIS!?
And then I’m staring at my broken phone, tear stained sheets. And I realise heartache is worse than any knife. So why not experience something not as bad as heartache, I ask myself.
Suicide would be giving you what you want, I realise. I’m not just going to keel over because you broke my heart. I will make you burn, make you wish you understood. Make you regret your stupid little words.
Because of you…I am broken.
It definitely is.
Bless whoever made this.
Bless whoever made this.