aa-terf:

The lunatic of Étretat (1871) by Hugues Merle

batshit-auspol:

whimsicalsesquipedalian:

batshit-auspol:

In the mid-2000s there was a brief fad in Australian government messaging where they went out of their way to insult the public as much as possible.

This fad eventually died out after the tourism board attempted the same style of messaging in the UK, causing a minor scandal which led to the head of Tourism Australia, Scott Morrison, getting the sack.

The first time we drove past the “don’t drive like a cock” sign, my mum looked at it was immediately SO confused - after all she’s a good semi-conservative Christian woman. My brother and I knew it right away but for the next half hour she guessed literally EVERY other word for cock (don’t drive like a rooster, chicken, hen, chick, bird, fowl, poultry) trying her goddamned hardest to make the sign make sense until my - at the time - eleven year old brother got fed up and yelled COCK at the top of his lungs from the back seat.

My mum was FURIOUS - we weren’t even allowed to say “heck” - until she realised he’d just been telling her what the sign was, and for the rest of the three hour trip our good semi-conservative Christian mother proceeded to amuse herself by muttering “cock” under her breath and giggling like a teenager every time she did.

We still bring it up every now and then. So that particular advertising campaign has been making my family laugh for over a decade.

This one was always my favourite, though:

Reblogging to make sure this excellent story is seen

Can’t let anyone forget these gems

bpdtomwambsgans:

the gone girl backlash is so funny. “she was wrong to do that.” no she wasn’t lol

- Rebecca Stead, Goodbye Stranger
(via analogveins)

tanoraqui:

alwaysatomicconniseur:

mag200:

you may walk out of the underworld but you have to trust that she is behind you. do not look back to check.

i trust that she is there

i trust that she is there (i think)

i trust that she is there (please?)

i trust that she is there (can you hear me?)

i trust that she is there (say something so i can hear you)

i trust that she is there (what if it’s a lie?)

i trust that she is there (i can’t even see her shadow on the wall)

i trust that she is there (SAY SOMETHING)

SAY SOMETHING.

look behind.

See Results

#jesus.#orpheus and eurydice#as a poem#using a poll#this is probably the greatest exploitation of mediums i have ever seen op#every reader has the chance to become part of the text by voting#not the subtext#the TEXT#and i love me some ephemeral works in concept#you had to be here for this one week#and then the text is locked#(barring any edits to the original post of course)#and i just think that’s so beautiful#beauty springs from the simplest things viewed askew#and all you need is a poll that accepts long enough strings (via couchcrusader)

I’m absolutely obsessed with the poem created by putting the results in order, including my own display of failure of faith (or perhaps more accurately: ultimate commitment to the story I know). How slim the margin of victory.

freshpickle:

please be nice to me, i’m in my twenties. do you know what that does to a person

uptheewolves:

consistent-sincerity:

[id: graffiti on the base of a concrete overpass where previous grafiti has been covered over with gray paint multiple times. In black all-caps handwriting, it reads: “What kind of paint are you using to paint over this? Because if it is latex, its probably way too cold for it, you want good adhesion, you need like at least 40°-45°. Maybe wait till it warms up a little, I mean what’s the big rush? Like, I’m in a rush now but our situations are different” /end id]