shitpeoplesayintf2:

shitpeoplesayintf2:

You asked. You begged. Some of you WOULDN’T SHUT UP ABOUT GIVING AWAY A HAT WHEN WE HIT 5,000. Finally, it’s time. It’s time for Luigi and Mom to give away a monster of a prize.

So here’s the rules, chumps:
YOU MUST BE FOLLOWING THIS BLOG.
ONLY TWO REBLOGS AND ONE LIKE ALLOWED.
DUPLICATE ACCOUNTS USED TO REBLOG THIS POST WILL BE CONSIDERED CHEATING.
YOUR ASKBOX MUST BE OPEN.
THE GIVEAWAY ENDS OCTOBER 1ST, 2014.
Thanks for following, kids. You da bes.

This is the last day to reblog!! Get two of ‘em in there if you haven’t already!

shitpeoplesayintf2:

shitpeoplesayintf2:

You asked. You begged. Some of you WOULDN’T SHUT UP ABOUT GIVING AWAY A HAT WHEN WE HIT 5,000. Finally, it’s time. It’s time for Luigi and Mom to give away a monster of a prize.

So here’s the rules, chumps:

YOU MUST BE FOLLOWING THIS BLOG.

ONLY TWO REBLOGS AND ONE LIKE ALLOWED.

DUPLICATE ACCOUNTS USED TO REBLOG THIS POST WILL BE CONSIDERED CHEATING.

YOUR ASKBOX MUST BE OPEN.

THE GIVEAWAY ENDS OCTOBER 1ST, 2014.

Thanks for following, kids. You da bes.

This is the last day to reblog!! Get two of ‘em in there if you haven’t already!

Ibrahima Sarr, a Senegalese coder, led the translation of Firefox into Fulah, which is spoken by 20m people from Senegal to Nigeria. “Crash” became hookii (a cow falling over but not dying); “timeout” became a honaama (your fish has got away). “Aspect ratio” became jeendondiral, a rebuke from elders when a fishing net is wrongly woven. In Malawi’s Chichewa language, which has 10m speakers, “cached pages” became mfutso wa tsamba, or bits of leftover food. The windowless houses of the 440,000 speakers of Zapotec, a family of indigenous languages in Mexico, meant that computer “windows” became “eyes”.
Minority languages, The Economist (via varanine)

clintbuckys:

killer—ink:

I passed a flower shop next to a tattoo shop and at first I laughed because I thought it was ironic and then i freaked because IMAGINE YOUR OTP IN A FLORIST/TATTOO ARTIST AU

gaydicks420:

verygaygirlfriendfoxmulder:

gaydicks420:

gaydicks420:

new aesthetic: surreal pop punk

your shorts are glowing and are made of a material not known to this world. your vans die and regenerate every night. every band does covers of gregorian chants. your bangs extend into infinity.

fall out void

Abandon your mortal form and ascend to a higher plane! at the disco

thelegendofhero:

It’s finally completed

not-terezi-pyrope:

The truth is out there.

69vegeta:

reblog this in 60 seconds or the meme man will get you

facts-i-just-made-up:

whale-summoner:

Behind the scenes of a pipe organ. Although most people, if they think about it at all, assume that the keys are linked directly to the pipes, and that pressing a key lets compressed air flow from a reservoir, through the appropriate pipe in order to sound the note, this is simply not the case. The keys actually send messages to the person sat behind the pipes (in this case, Mary Jones, 24, of Oklahoma), telling her which pipes to blow through. The compressed air actually runs the system of pneumatic tubes which deliver the messages to Mary. The official job title associated with the position is Organ Operator, although the keyboard players used to refer to it as “The Blow Job”. It was agreed by most organ keyboardists that Barry Chuffworth (1914-1989) gave the best Blow Jobs. However, so little is known about music these days that I’d you ask any five schoolboys who gives the best Blow Jobs, they will likely all agree that it’s your mum.

I am so ashamed I didn’t write this.