So I stayed up two hours later than I should have making Calum’s birthday cake. That’s the bad news.

The good news is, for a near-total n00b, I am the fucking bomb at cake decorating.

(If you were wondering, Great A’Tuin is not cake, but gingerbread. Ish. I had no bicarb or golden syrup He was rolled out to fit the cake, which fits nicely on his back. I did not feel capable of the structural complexity of elephants)

The cake is a spiced Victoria sponge, but I doubt anyone can taste it under all that fondant. I was hoping it would rise more than this.

It is 1:48 in the morning, I overslept this morning, and I have a 9am tomorrow. I don’t give a fuck. 100% worth it. LOOK AT WHAT I MADE.

Krystel is watching Outlander

  • Krystel:

    So they're back in the 1940s

  • Krystel:

    Sexy Toby's getting all angry at the police because they haven't found his wife

  • Krystel:

    And they're like "Look, dude, there's no blood, there's no body, we've looked EVERYWHERE, you said there was a guy looking up at her window the night before. She probably wasn't taken against her will."

  • Krystel:


  • Krystel:

    And the police are like "Yeah, he's involved, cos your wife's run off with him."

  • Krystel:


  • Krystel:

    And this is straight after last week's episode.

  • Krystel:

    *sorrowfully* Poor Sexy Toby.

  • Krystel:

    I'll console you.

  • Me:

    OH MY GOD.

  • Krystel:

    Ooo, back to 1743! Sexy Jamie Time!

  • Krystel:

    Awww, they've got their clothes on. This sucks.

  • Krystel:

    Someone's shooting at them!

  • Krystel:

    I thought they were leading up to sex in the outdoors

  • Krystel:

    Now it's danger in the outdoors




Cyber harassment study reveals the unsurprising!

It still amazes me that I talk to guys who still think they get harassed just as much as women online. Like even from people who aren’t clearly and totally gross dumbasses. It kinda makes me think that, even in the best cases, it might be hard to really understand the sheer difference in frequency. You see a woman get harassed on a game and you go “Oh well I’ve been harassed” without understanding that there is seldom a session for her where that doesn’t happen or understanding what her inbox might look like…

That is a sort of stunning degree of difference.

"The data’s in! Women were lying about online harassment!”

"Aha! We knew it!

Yeah, they’ve been severely underreporting how bad things are for them, turns out.”

"Wait, what?"


"Come with me if you want to live." - Almost 2 hours

I love these two from Zombies, Run!  I couldn’t refuse when my friend Sue asked me to draw this moment for her as a commission.  Let it be known that it’s very easy to make green plaid look like watermelon.  I tried to do some cool perspective thing with the pose initially but it just turned into Jack having a monster T-Virus Birkin arm which I can still kind of see but I’m happier with how it’s turned out now.

Human beings took our animal need for palatable food … and turned it into chocolate souffles with salted caramel cream. We took our ability to co-operate as a social species … and turned it into craft circles and bowling leagues and the Metropolitan Museum of Art. We took our capacity to make and use tools … and turned it into the Apollo moon landing. We took our uniquely precise ability to communicate through language … and turned it into King Lear.

None of these things are necessary for survival and reproduction. That is exactly what makes them so splendid. When we take our basic evolutionary wiring and transform it into something far beyond any prosaic matters of survival and reproduction … that’s when humanity is at its best. That’s when we show ourselves to be capable of creating meaning and joy, for ourselves and for one another. That’s when we’re most uniquely human.

And the same is true for sex. Human beings have a deep, hard-wired urge to replicate our DNA, instilled in us by millions of years of evolution. And we’ve turned it into an intense and delightful form of communication, intimacy, creativity, community, personal expression, transcendence, joy, pleasure, and love. Regardless of whether any DNA gets replicated in the process.

Why should we see this as sinful? What makes this any different from chocolate souffles and King Lear?
Greta Christina (Sex and the Off-Label Use of Our Bodies) (via sexisnottheenemy) (via finkspiration) (via itswalky) (via seananmcguire) (via bronata)




A Pythagorean cup looks like a normal drinking cup, except that the bowl has a central column in it. It was supposedly invented by Pythagoras of Samos (yes, that one). It allows the user to fill the cup with wine up to a certain level. If the user fills only to that level, the imbiber may enjoy a drink in peace. If, however, the user gets greedy, the cup dumps all the wine into the unfortunate victim’s lap.

Pythagoras sounds like a real asshole.

he was

(Source: Wikipedia)




man, someone needs to do one of those fandom weather forecast posts for ZR, along the lines of “keep an umbrella handy at all times, as recent revelations about certain beloved radio hosts have resulted in massive, fast-moving torrential downpours due to the notorious ‘crying while running’ ZR fandom”

*carlos contrarez voice*

monday’s gonna be grim

tuesday’s gonna be grim

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