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thesoggybug:

Sokka Appreciation Week

Always reblog Sokka

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Tyrion appreciation week » Day 7: character trait → combative

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i-sold-my-soul-to-fiction:

chrissyirish13:

onlyblackbeauty:

annieskywalker:

amaditalks:

3rockstarproblem:

lifehackable:

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I’m almost done with EMT school, and I can verify this 100%. We don’t give a shit what you’ve taken or how illegal it may be. We want to know what and how much so we can save your ass. Unless its directly related to a crime scene in some way, we don’t tell. 

It makes me enraged and also deeply saddened that the police state has become so entwined with every aspect of our lives that people are afraid to tell the truth to people trying to render them with emergency care. We’ve broken ourselves.

Boost because everyone should know!!!

My uncle was an EMT and I can verify this is true.

It’s a hundred percent true the only time police will be involved Is if you have endangered the lives of another adult or child. Until that happens you will not get in trouble, your life means more to a doctor than the mistakes you made to put yourself in that position

also they’re gonna find out anyway. telling them will save a lot of time, money and equipment use. and, you know, your life.

i-sold-my-soul-to-fiction:

chrissyirish13:

onlyblackbeauty:

annieskywalker:

amaditalks:

3rockstarproblem:

lifehackable:

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I’m almost done with EMT school, and I can verify this 100%. We don’t give a shit what you’ve taken or how illegal it may be. We want to know what and how much so we can save your ass. Unless its directly related to a crime scene in some way, we don’t tell. 

It makes me enraged and also deeply saddened that the police state has become so entwined with every aspect of our lives that people are afraid to tell the truth to people trying to render them with emergency care. We’ve broken ourselves.

Boost because everyone should know!!!

My uncle was an EMT and I can verify this is true.

It’s a hundred percent true the only time police will be involved Is if you have endangered the lives of another adult or child. Until that happens you will not get in trouble, your life means more to a doctor than the mistakes you made to put yourself in that position

also they’re gonna find out anyway. telling them will save a lot of time, money and equipment use. and, you know, your life.

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bikiniarmorbattledamage:

rad-and-broke:

campdracula5eva:

youbestnotmiss:

smitethepatriarchy:

viva-la-fat:

"You’re 6’4", 240-pound Marine, and you’re injured, and you need a Marine next to you to carry you back to safety, and the Marine next to you is a 5’4" woman who weighs 115 pounds,"

No problem.

in before “well most women can’t do that” because NEWS FLASH most men can’t either, that’s why it’s a highly specialized career that requires a lot of devoted training

One of my former coworkers was a very slim girl only a tad taller than me, and she was training to be a fireman, and she could lift the biggest dude on my crew like this who was around 6’5 and super bulky.One time she picked him up and ran around the crew room with him for about 5 minutes before letting him down.

Even though I haven’t exercised in over a year—if you count DDR—and I’m incredibly petite (5’0”, 100 lbs), I can carry most guys. If they’re under 200 lbs, I can run with them on my back for 5 blocks, but I can walk for a mile. Once they’re about 250, I can only walk about a block or two before my spine feels like it’s about to break. If I were in a survival situation and their life depended on it, I could go on much further, until my legs gave out.
It’s why I hate the bullshit that women are inherently weak. Nah, man. Nah.

Tangentially related to the blog’s theme, but I see the “women are too weak to handle the normal armor” comment come up often enough that it made it into the Female Armor Rhetoric Bingo.
So yeah, for the record: women are not significantly weaker than men. Especially if we talk about people with lots of training in terms of fighting and/or saving lives. Especially especially if we consider that there are techniques and moves, like this one, specifically designed for smaller people to handle some heavy weight.
And that’s all said while we ignore that most armors are not as heavy as common myth lets us believe!
~Ozzie

bikiniarmorbattledamage:

rad-and-broke:

campdracula5eva:

youbestnotmiss:

smitethepatriarchy:

viva-la-fat:

"You’re 6’4", 240-pound Marine, and you’re injured, and you need a Marine next to you to carry you back to safety, and the Marine next to you is a 5’4" woman who weighs 115 pounds,"

No problem.

in before “well most women can’t do that” because NEWS FLASH most men can’t either, that’s why it’s a highly specialized career that requires a lot of devoted training

One of my former coworkers was a very slim girl only a tad taller than me, and she was training to be a fireman, and she could lift the biggest dude on my crew like this who was around 6’5 and super bulky.One time she picked him up and ran around the crew room with him for about 5 minutes before letting him down.

Even though I haven’t exercised in over a year—if you count DDR—and I’m incredibly petite (5’0”, 100 lbs), I can carry most guys. If they’re under 200 lbs, I can run with them on my back for 5 blocks, but I can walk for a mile. Once they’re about 250, I can only walk about a block or two before my spine feels like it’s about to break. If I were in a survival situation and their life depended on it, I could go on much further, until my legs gave out.

It’s why I hate the bullshit that women are inherently weak. Nah, man. Nah.

Tangentially related to the blog’s theme, but I see the “women are too weak to handle the normal armor” comment come up often enough that it made it into the Female Armor Rhetoric Bingo.

So yeah, for the record: women are not significantly weaker than men. Especially if we talk about people with lots of training in terms of fighting and/or saving lives. Especially especially if we consider that there are techniques and moves, like this one, specifically designed for smaller people to handle some heavy weight.

And that’s all said while we ignore that most armors are not as heavy as common myth lets us believe!

~Ozzie

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ahorse-coloredhorse:

dopeybeauty:

ariel wants to be part of your dashboard

i can’t say no to ariel

ahorse-coloredhorse:

dopeybeauty:

ariel wants to be part of your dashboard

i can’t say no to ariel

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libraryjournal:

vintageanchorbooks:

harperperennial challenged. We teamed up with melvillehouse to accept. 

Your turn, randomhouse, Graywolf Press, and THOMAS PYNCHON (wherever you are.)

Are any tumblarians doing the ALS Ice Bucket challenge?

Yeah, I did it. I’m still contemplating whether or not to post the video on here though. I posted it on fb

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jonahray:

I know there’s a deluge of Robin Williams stuff from everybody and I put off writing or posting much about him. But, it’s just affecting me so god damn fucking much that I’ll just do it.
Finding out about the news of Robin Williams stopped me dead in my tracks.I was walking when I got two simultaneous texts telling me the news, causing me to not be able to move my feet. I was dumbfounded. 
Many thoughts ran through my head at that moment, mainly of my friends Bob and Mason who have had a lifetime being as close to Robin as family. Like many comics I immediately recalled the times he came around the UCB theater and would be riffing with everybody in-between slamming pint glasses of vodka. Or when a clean and sober Robin came to The Meltdown show with his daughter and after the beckoning of Kumail, went and performed on our stage. 
My wife and I spent Easter with him last year. He was just this mellow, kind-hearted man who even if he wasn’t doing his signature, mile a minute, stream of conciousness comedy, he could still make you laugh with his quiet charm. 
Everybody talks about how he gave so much time to everybody he met. He was a giver. In the back room of a comedy show he was just another comic but understood that any little interaction with anybody in that room could mean a lifetime of joy for them. So he gave it. Non stop he gave everybody some sort of happy, nice moment. 
I’ve sobbed a number of times since hearing. Growing up wanting to be a comic, for me, was essentially wanting what Robin Williams had. He did stand up, sketch, TV Comedy, Film Comedy, and gave some of the most dramatic performances I’ve ever seen. He was the monolith that a lot of us aspired to. It seemingly was possible. To be able to do comedy, act, and most importantly be a really good hearted person. He didn’t need to act like a celebrity. He didn’t need to be afraid if people just wanted something from him. He never retreated because of his stature in the business. He stayed true to the nice guy that started doing comedy all those years ago.
It scares me that he did it. When you start comedy, you think it’s always gonna be the next thing that makes it feel real and makes you fulfilled:
“Not this open mic, i gotta do good at THAT OPEN MIC.”
“Once I’m booked in THAT room, that’s when it’ll feel real.”
“Okay, once I get a TV spot…that’s when I can relax.”
“Nevermind, once I get a NETWORK TV spot…”
“Once I get a writing job….”
“Once I get a better one…”
“When I get a role on a show…I’ll feel better…”
“Once THIS…then THAT…”
Clearly, none of the successes of any of this stuff can make you truly happy. Case in point: Robin Williams. 
I am very much guilty of never being satisfied of rarely “enjoying my burrito”. If the guy I aspired to be couldn’t find it at the top, then maybe we’re on the wrong mountain. Or maybe it’s the way we perceive the mountain. Maybe it doesn’t matter whereabouts on the mountain you are, it’s about being happy and working on being a good person to your friends and family and also a good person to everybody you meet. 
This happening at this time in my life is a good reminder to find happiness first. A reminder that I shouldn’t go looking for it in fame, money, success or in other people. Find a way to be happy with yourself. 
ENJOY YOUR BURRITO
jr

jonahray:

I know there’s a deluge of Robin Williams stuff from everybody and I put off writing or posting much about him. But, it’s just affecting me so god damn fucking much that I’ll just do it.

Finding out about the news of Robin Williams stopped me dead in my tracks.I was walking when I got two simultaneous texts telling me the news, causing me to not be able to move my feet. I was dumbfounded. 

Many thoughts ran through my head at that moment, mainly of my friends Bob and Mason who have had a lifetime being as close to Robin as family. Like many comics I immediately recalled the times he came around the UCB theater and would be riffing with everybody in-between slamming pint glasses of vodka. Or when a clean and sober Robin came to The Meltdown show with his daughter and after the beckoning of Kumail, went and performed on our stage. 

My wife and I spent Easter with him last year. He was just this mellow, kind-hearted man who even if he wasn’t doing his signature, mile a minute, stream of conciousness comedy, he could still make you laugh with his quiet charm. 

Everybody talks about how he gave so much time to everybody he met. He was a giver. In the back room of a comedy show he was just another comic but understood that any little interaction with anybody in that room could mean a lifetime of joy for them. So he gave it. Non stop he gave everybody some sort of happy, nice moment. 

I’ve sobbed a number of times since hearing. Growing up wanting to be a comic, for me, was essentially wanting what Robin Williams had. He did stand up, sketch, TV Comedy, Film Comedy, and gave some of the most dramatic performances I’ve ever seen. He was the monolith that a lot of us aspired to. It seemingly was possible. To be able to do comedy, act, and most importantly be a really good hearted person. He didn’t need to act like a celebrity. He didn’t need to be afraid if people just wanted something from him. He never retreated because of his stature in the business. He stayed true to the nice guy that started doing comedy all those years ago.

It scares me that he did it. When you start comedy, you think it’s always gonna be the next thing that makes it feel real and makes you fulfilled:

“Not this open mic, i gotta do good at THAT OPEN MIC.”

“Once I’m booked in THAT room, that’s when it’ll feel real.”

“Okay, once I get a TV spot…that’s when I can relax.”

“Nevermind, once I get a NETWORK TV spot…”

“Once I get a writing job….”

“Once I get a better one…”

“When I get a role on a show…I’ll feel better…”

“Once THIS…then THAT…”

Clearly, none of the successes of any of this stuff can make you truly happy. Case in point: Robin Williams. 

I am very much guilty of never being satisfied of rarely “enjoying my burrito”. If the guy I aspired to be couldn’t find it at the top, then maybe we’re on the wrong mountain. Or maybe it’s the way we perceive the mountain. Maybe it doesn’t matter whereabouts on the mountain you are, it’s about being happy and working on being a good person to your friends and family and also a good person to everybody you meet. 

This happening at this time in my life is a good reminder to find happiness first. A reminder that I shouldn’t go looking for it in fame, money, success or in other people. Find a way to be happy with yourself. 

ENJOY YOUR BURRITO

jr

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this-is-an-open-letter:

Jimmy Fallon paying tribute to Robin Williams

We, like all of you were shaken up a bit last night when we learned that genius comedian and actor Robin Williams passed away. He was one in a kind. He was one in a million. He was unbelievable. If you don’t know his stand-up then you should YouTube it right now and watch it. He was amazing. He was funny and he was fast. He would weave in and out of characters and get Shakespearean. It was incredible.”

Jimmy then proceeded to do his best Robin impersonation, and concluded his tribute by standing on his desk and playing out a key scene in Dead Poets Society.

Oh captain, my captain, you will be missed.”

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fangirlingoverdemigods:

(Tumblr Gets Deep, Pt. 2)

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