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It’s 1am so I’m sorry for the people who won’t see this. But if you want confidence and don’t know how to get it, a really good way is to be confident in other people. When you walk into Starbucks, think, “damn, that barista’s hair is da bomb!” Or when you go to school, think, “my teacher is rocking that skirt!” When you start seeing everyone as being beautiful, at some point you realize that you’re everyone too.

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Bus seats in Finland - for the unsocial people, like me.

Rule number one in Finnish public transport culture: Don’t sit next to anyone. Unless the seats are like this.

In every other cases fill the spots from window seats. Then standing up seats. If the bus gets crowded sit next to someone but sit as far as possible from the other person and turn your head to look to the completely different direction. Don’t say a word. 

And if you’re the one sitting next to window pray all the gods that the other person leaves before you, because otherwise you’d have to speak to him/her. Usually it’s something like “Umm..ileavenow”. Remember, no sorries or smiles. Just say it as low and fast as possible without making any eye contact. 

legit advise for people visiting finland. that “ileavenow” is “mä jään täs” in finnish. it’s okay if you don’t pronounce it perfectly right because the only reason someone would talk to strangers in public transport is to ask them to move, so they will get the hint. 

BUT! usually just things like putting your phone away and rustling your bag and looking like you are about to leave will do the trick. no need for words.

….and this is how you wait for a bus in finland:

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Reblogging because of that picture. So true. And familiar.

This is the most bizarre thing I’ve ever seen…what the actual fuck. It almost seems like a joke but I feel like it’s actually serious????

In Finland strangers try to stay the fuck out of your personal space? I’M MOVING TO FINLAND.

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why he lick me

THIS IS SUPER COOL THOUGH IF YOU UNDERSTAND HORSES. LIKE THAT NIPPING IS A GROOMING BEHAVIOR HORSE’S DO TO BOND AND TO MAINTAIN AND IMPROVE SOCIAL BONDS. SO THAT HORSE IS BASICALLY TREATING THE CAT AS PART OF THE HERD AND SUSTAINING THE FRIENDLY BOND.

IT IS SAYING, “this tiny horse is very tiny but we are friends. Look at my tiny friend.”

Horses and cats get along really well actually! Cats in barns scare away all the rats and mice that frighten the horses. SO it’s less like the horse accepting it into the ‘herd’ as the horse saying ‘thank you, brave warrior, for protecting me from the scary chitter beasts.’ 

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rememberingwalt:

okay, this scene is never talked about. this is an important scene, look at belle, face-down in the freezing cold snow after getting bucked off of philippe just moments before. she could have ran away, she could have waited for help, or gone looking for it. but NO, belle decides to step up to the plate and thwack a wolf off of philippe’s back. and her face, she’s scared, terrified, even. but no, she tries to calm philippe down even though she realizes that these wolves are really freakin’ scary. they’re growling and baring their teeth and licking their lips. but belle sticks to her guns, and stands by philippe, dodging their efforts to bite her foot off. AND EVEN AFTER THAT, she’s still there. she decides to play offensive. she swings the branch, and misses. BUT THAT DOESN’T STOP HER. SHE SWINGS AGAIN. and despite her efforts, the stick unfortunately gets broken into two(which i could not show due to my creative limits.) but THIS IS AN IMPORTANT SCENE. belle is a badass, and if this doesn’t prove it, i don’t know what will. 

"Disney princesses are weak" *laughs for a million years then shows them this edit*

I don’t remember blogging this…

REPOST! REPOST! REPOST!

??? dude, i literally just made this myself lol

And suddenly I’m reminded of

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This was recorded by the Portsmouth Sinfonia in an experiment where all the members of the orchestra would swap instruments with each other and attempt to play them to the best of their ability.

favorite things about this

  • literally all the brass starts to get the hang of it and then the crescendos happen and everyone is like FUCK FUCK FUCK??? FUCK. JUST. BLOW RLY HARD.
  • the strings are lazy but also the same. like u can tell a lot of the ppl w/ the stringed instruments may already basically know how to play stringed instruments. like there’s definitely a section at the beginning where you hear a good portion going “oh yeah this is like. a smaller/bigger version of what i do.”
  • all you hear of any woodwinds is just “pffffttt??? pFFFTTTT???? PFFFFFTTTT I SAID PFFFFTTTT!!!!!” bc woodwinds are fucking HARD and you hear after like the first crescendo half of them just give up. they give up. they’re done. fuck this it tastes weird and my lips hurt.
  • that trumpet. that person is fucking TRYING man they fucking GOT this. they may not have figured out notes but they figured out LOUD and they GOT this.

I JUST DIED

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How many spies does it take to change a lightbulb?

"One of the lights is out in the den," Bruce said as he came into the kitchen at breakfast.  "Went out while I was reading last night."

"JARVIS, make a note to get a maintenance guy up here," Tony called sleepily, apparently trying to osmose his coffee through the mug, if the way he was curled around it was any indication.

"Of course, sir.  Immediately or at a later time?"

"Uh.  Later.  Coffee now."

Natasha snorted and pushed herself up from the table.  ”That’s ridiculous.  It’s just a light bulb.”

"In a ceiling that’s like 15 feet high," Tony pointed out dubiously.  Natasha waved him of as she poked in a cupboard and produced a new bulb, 

"I’ve got this."  She kicked Clint’s chair lightly.  "Come on, I’ll need a leg up."  Clint didn’t bother to set his phone down, sleepily following Natasha back into the den while Bruce and Tony stared after them.

"Should we go help?" Bruce asked uncertainly after a moment.  Tony sighed and downed his coffee in two gulps. 

"Nah, we’ll go laugh at the spies totally failing to change a lightbulb in a ceiling they couldn’t reach even standing on top of one another," he said, and sauntered out to the den, Bruce a few steps behind him, close enough that he almost crashed into Tony’s back when he stopped suddenly, just inside the doorway. "What.”

Clint looked up guiltily from his phone and Bruce couldn’t help but stare in shock.  Clint was perched on what looked like one of Tony’s expensive desk chairs (and how he’d gotten it in such a short period of time, Bruce had no idea), one foot on the back, one foot on an arm.  Somehow it hadn’t tipped, and Bruce was at a loss to figure out how, especially considering that Natasha had one foot on Clint’s shoulder and the other on his head, calming screwing in the new lightbulb.

"What are you doing?” Tony all but screeched.

"Changing the lightbulb," Natasha said calmly, lowering herself to the ground from Clint’s shoulders.

"Getting a new high score on Angry Birds," Clint added, tipping the chair backwards and landing smoothly, holding his phone out with a triumphant grin.

"I’m surrounded by suicidal nutcases!" Tony exclaimed, and went back to the kitchen, adding, "Put my chair back where you got it!" over his shoulder. 

OH MY GOD I AM CRYING THIS. IS THE BEST. ARGH.

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