Anonymous asked: your post about the moon must having a dark part when its in crescent form, you do realize that there can be stars IN FRONT of the dark area?? stars obviously arent just shiny dots on a flat sky: they are in different places to, in this case, being in front of or behind the moon.
You’re right, stars aren’t just shiny dots on a flat sky, but they aren’t just tiny little specks either. A common example of a star is our sun. Compared to the Earth and Moon, is is many many many many many - you get the point - times bigger. A picture for reference:
So, if there were a star in front of the moon, we’d all be toast. They look like little dots only because they are immense distances away.
what are they even teaching in schools
Guys, seriously. Signal boost. I needed this the other night, and a few weeks ago I was talking with someone who needed it. This is the best freaking thing ever.
Presumably this isn’t as region-specific as a list of phone numbers so yeah anyone could need this!
One of the best jokes from Ratatouille - wine too expensive to spit out in disgust.
let’s stop making jokes about girls and start making jokes about white boys
here i’ll start
*white boy voice* chill out man it was just a joke
[walks into class 10 minutes late with a can of Monster] sorry I’m late I got frontpage on Reddit
[wipes cheeto dust off onto cargo shorts] so if you support gender equality does that mean it’s ok to hit women now?
Are you Team Peeta or Team Gale?
Le Mutant Noir
A homage to Théophile Steinlen’s 1896 poster advertising a tour of the Le Chat Noir’s (a 19th century french nightclub) troupe of cabaret entertainers. Boyfriend and I just thought it seemed to fit Nightcrawler well as the original poster means ‘coming soon’ and Kurt makes his return after a 3 and half year death to comics in Nov/Dec.
So this is my ‘yay welcome back!’ piece for him. Don’t ever die again >:C
I’ll see if I can offer it as a poster but I don’t think it’ll work for a tee.
The 50th made me so mad that I want to curse Moffat to a life where every time he goes to put ketchup on something that thin ketchup water comes out instead. The whole bottle. Ketchup water. No ketchup. And everyone just sits there asking him why he’s complaining, Ketchup is great. He’s always loved ketchup. He’s crying tears of fucking ketchup water with crappy-ass fries, for the rest of his miserable life. Because that’s what trying to watch Doctor Who feels like now, and I want him to feel my pain.
I curse you to ketchup water forever you son of a bitch.