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Paw-blo Picasso

Abstract art has been given a new LEASH of life - thanks to these PAWblo Picasso artworks. Clever canines create these masterpieces by being covered in animal-friendly paint and shaking their coats. By being positioned close to the canvas they send a splattering of paint flying across the boards in spectacular fashion. (Caters) 

Photography by Incognito Media Production

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I saw this pic on my dash and immediately had to reblog it because of a text conversation my Master and I had earlier today.

I was in the waiting room of the shop getting my tire changed and we were discussing him taking me out in public in a short dress and me trying to pull it down to cover me further.

It made me hot then and did again now when I went back and reread our texts to each other. This was the perfect pic to come across to remind me of it and compliment it.

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Hello, class. Today I would like to tell you why “Yasha” is not a good thing for you to call Bucky in fic while he is the Winter Soldier.

It’s not “James” in Russian. It’s not. “Yasha” is the diminutive of “Yakov,” which is obviously Jacob. And yes, I know they have the same Aramaic? (I think) root, but like, here’s the deal – neither I (immigrated from the former Soviet Union as a child) nor my parents (lived in the Soviet Union for a good chunk of their lives) have ever met anyone named Yasha who wasn’t Jewish.

Don’t come at me with some exception you found on the internet – it’s a name that carries strong signifiers of Eastern European Jewishness. And we all know how the Soviets felt about Eastern European Jews (in case you don’t know – hint: really fuckin’ not great). It’s really unlikely that they would give a name with those signifiers to their super-weapon, especially in order to give him a name that’s etymologically close to his given name. 

Now, what should you call him instead?

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this is your gentle reminder to stop fighting against your adhd and instead structure your life around it

buy a pack of chapsticks and put one in the pocket of all of your coats and jackets because you always forget to bring one and chapped lips is sensory hell

leave important things where you can see them. if they go in a box or a drawer you will forget they exist

put any appointments or deadlines in your phone calendar As Soon As you get them. set a reminder for a week before, a day before, an hour before, as many as you need as often as you need them.

when that little voice in your head says "i dont need to write that down, ill remember it" that is the devil talking!!! write it down anyway!!

plan for down time. have a few hours at the end of every day to just do fun stuff like engage in your hyperfixations. even if you didnt get all of your work done that day, have the rest anyway. you probably spent the whole day beating yourself up for not doing what you Should be doing, so you still need the break.

if you never eat vegetables because its too much effort to chop and cook them, get the frozen or canned shit. it doesnt go off for ages and you just have to microwave it. theres no point buying fresh vegetables if they just keep going off and being left to rot in the bottom of your fridge

if you struggle to decide what to have for dinner every day, take the decision out of it. choose a set of meals and eat those on rotation until you get sick of them, then choose some new ones and do it again.

its not stupid if it works! our brains literally have a chemical deficiency. you are allowed to accommodate yourself. go forth and stop making your life more difficult than it has to be because "this shouldn't be this hard". it is hard, so make it easier.

"Listen, I don’t want to say anything that might encourage people to write smutty gay fan fiction about me, but I prefer to top."

-Benedict Cumberbatch, sending mixed signals on Top Gear (via fyeahfreebatch)

ROFL! At least he's smart enough to know its gonna happen *and* to have an opinion on it.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The eeb that deebs, the blorb that plinks!

’Twas Tumblr, and the slithy memes Did bode and call out on the dash: Fucken WIMDY were the shitpost streams, And of things was the trash.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The eeb that deebs, the blorb that plinks! Beware of Shittos Glup, and shun Bendlebick Cumperdincks!”

He took his discourse sword in hand; Long time the chungus foe he sought— So rested he in the ball pit (free!) And sat awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish (derogatory) thought he sat, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came GIFfling through the old group chat, And hurgled as it came!

UWU! UWU! And through and through The discourse blade went "Um, actually, the Jabberwock is coded as friendly because 'eyes of flame' means red and orange, and those are warm and inviting colors according to 'color theory', which I guess you haven't heard of and don't understand." He left it dead, and with its head He man car door hook hand.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boi! O #frabjousday! Sounds fake but okay!” He reblogged in his joy.

’Twas Tumblr, and the slithy memes Did bode and call out on the dash: Fucken WIMDY were the shitpost streams, And all of us were trash.

can we appreciate how cute chris and sebastian sound filming their fight scenes together

So true.

I love to struggle some days. As hard as I possibly can. I want to be able to feel the ropes bite into my skin and know I'll be wearing the rope marks later as a reminder. To throw myself against them in a frenzy until I'm panting and slick with sweat. To be able to then look up at my Master and see him smiling above me as he watches me fight until I've tired myself out. To know, without a doubt, that I am completely helpless bound as I am by him. That I can do nothing but just submit to whatever he wishes to do to me.

At that point the ropes don't feel like restraints any more, but my Master's arms securely around me. Holding me tightly and surrounding me.

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I like to struggle, but I hate getting free. I want to pull at the ropes tight against my skin, but they should never, ever get loose & if they do… well, Daddy would be there to tighten them up for me, of course. 

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(via nsfworld, ridingwild)