buttons-beads-lace: capillaries: if you ever feel sad just remember oscar isaac played in a ska...

via http://ift.tt/2jurFYK:
buttons-beads-lace:

capillaries:

if you ever feel sad just remember oscar isaac played in a ska band in the 90s called the closet heterosexuals 

I feel like @bomberqueen17 needs to see this

… I knew this but I didn’t know-know this and

ok here are two pieces of trivia:#1 Oscar Isaac is like exactly six months older than me so we would have been in the same year at school#2 I grew up in a really rural fairly isolated area without a ton of culture and pretty much the most entertaining thing in my hometown was that a couple of my little sister’s friends started a ska band?

I have a very, very tender spot in my heart for extremely terrible and heartfelt 1990s ska. 

This is inexcusable and how dare you show me this.

3 yo, holding a book on a tray: “I’m

via http://ift.tt/2juSwUu:
3 yo, holding a book on a tray: “I’m looking at facebook!”
*turns pages*
“This is really boring.”

ineptshieldmaid: peroxidepirate: taraljc: robotsandfrippary: ...

via http://ift.tt/2jJvqcl:
ineptshieldmaid:

peroxidepirate:

taraljc:

robotsandfrippary:

cheshiretiffy:

microsaash:

roachpatrol:

dreamwaffles:

copperbadge:

digitaldiscipline:

librarian-amy:

starstuffandalotofcoffee:

tikkunolamorgtfo:

nicknameless:

claviusrobinsky:

jigglebologna:

thisistheglamorous:

imightbebrilliant:

dogwithsharperteeth:

ryanjjohn:

somethingwildalwaysgrows:

jeffoccasionally:

itsmrswhit:

This is fun!
Reblog with your poor explanation!

I enter codes so that dudes with hammers can have help when they’re sick or old.

I break your electric stuff when you don’t want it no more.

I tap very loudly on my keyboard so insurance vendors can fight each other for big-ass client business.

Three different sets of people yell at me about three separate things they want implemented. I then yell at a different set of people to do what the other people want done. Then I travel to the place to make sure the people I yelled at did what I told them to so I don’t get yelled at again.

I make my money from a company who makes its money by taking the money earned by people who trust them with their money. I also run reports on who makes more money and where they put it. Money.

I run a team that makes people online feel like they need to click things for information. I then force them to consume extra things that they don’t want. I also spend a lot of time trying to not piss off very rich public figures with giant egos. 

I use computers and mathematical equations that don’t make any sense to figure out how few people are needed to do a job so as little money is spent as possible

[♫ that’s the technology-being-use-to-exploit-workers-under-the-guise-of-efficiency raaaaagggg ♫]

I use my extensive knowledge of a particular product to put outdated system admins out of work

[♫ that’s the i’m-going-to-be-the-first-against-the-wall-when-the-proletariat-rises raaaaaag ♫]

(sorry for ripping you off david)

(sorry not sorry)

I encourage adults who act like children to act like adults.

I try to make online services make sense to mostly men who sell things really fast (currebt project).

I tell people where books are.

I make sure the machines that give off particles that might give you cancer give off the right amount of particles. Also I know how magnets work?

I put dirty books and movies/CDs into piles. If they are very dirty or broken, I put them in a special pile of shame. I’m in grad school so I can take the piles of dirty books and give them to other people.

People who are bad with computers call me.

I stalk the wealthy. 

I stare at plants, and also give presentations about how people don’t stare at plants right.

i wave a little plastic stick around at a magic square for a couple hours a day. this makes some people very happy and other people very mad. if i make more people happy than mad, i can keep having food and a home. 

People yell at me when things are broken and I send people out to fix the broken things. Sometimes the people I send can’t or won’t fix the things so I have to send other people. 

(stay-at-home parent)

I make facsimile humans so real people can shoot at them, then brag about how many they shot. 

Using the magic of various Adobe products, I do the work of three people, faster than I ought, for less money than I should, for a company that is its own worst enemy.

I stack food on top of other kinds of food on top of plates, then move the stacks from one part of a room to another part of the room. Sometimes I wrap the stacks in paper and then put them in bags and then in boxes and then move them to another part of the room. Other times, I teach other humans to do all the stacking and moving the right way.

I teach people how to write the good kind of metaposts. Only all the fandoms are 600+ years old.

Other times I try to figure out how interrelated canon texts relate to each other, when all the metadata is missing, and then I write long boring meta about it.

Sometimes I reverse-stuff poultry, and sometimes I change numbers on the Internet to other numbers. 

What Will You Become: Saw Gerrera and Armed Revolution

via http://ift.tt/2jkP8Or:What Will You Become: Saw Gerrera and Armed Revolution:

kylostahp:

YES GOOD

I really wanted more exploration of the tension between Saw’s faction and the official Alliance, as well as the fractures within the Alliance itself–what would all those prettily-dressed senators think of Cassian and his actual, official assassination mission handed down by Alliance military command?

Wow I'm super late to the game but I'd like to request that you make "cassian andor: murder muffin"

via http://ift.tt/2jQPkGf:
Haha I forgot about that one. 

I am actually writing several fics he is in, none of which have begun publishing, so I’ll resurrect that for when I post them.

HE IS THOUGH, RIGHT? I don’t at all get people who are trying to make him some morally ambiguous dark whatever. Christ, he could not be a better portrait of a morally upstanding person who has spent his entire life in a brutal slog through an unforgiving world of hard fucking choices who knows that sparing his own conscience will cause untold death and suffering. His choice in that scene was Shoot a man in the back? vs Both of us die, possibly after betraying our comrades under torture. What a goddamn choice. (And like. Shoot a rebel who is also against the Empire, or Let him throw a grenade that will definitely kill me? Hmmmm. Hard to do, but not actually much of a choice at all.) It’s dark as fuck but that doesn’t make him Maybe A Bad Guy in the face of, you know, actual genociders.

My sweet, sweet murder muffin.

I was absolutely enchanted by this– you

via http://ift.tt/2iUrdTb:
I was absolutely enchanted by this– you can’t see them here, but there are a bunch of the egg hens in here. They’ve decided the pig pen is a better roost than the chicken greenhouse, so about a dozen of them roost by perching literally on the bodies of the sleeping pigs. It is adorable. (at Laughing Earth)

I was just enthusiastically awarded a congratulatory sticker upon emerging from the restroom, which.

via http://ift.tt/2jw4BJ4:
I was just enthusiastically awarded a congratulatory sticker upon emerging from the restroom, which really only makes sense if you know that someone in this house is toilet training.