goforthemanboob:

The Choverlord is the master of shade. 

(Source: whitelaws, via zan77)

John Cho (x)

yo my heart is racing at the guts it takes to say something like this knowing full well what could happen. damn!!!!

(via strugglingtobeheard)

John Cho- stays dishing how he really feels. It is giving me feels.

(via reallifedocumentarian)

holy shit

but can we get a source on this bc I want this to be true SO badly

Omg my love for John Cho just soared. he better still be in the next Star Trek movie!!

(Source: itreallyisthelittlethings, via gaobibaituo)

kriffing:

blurintofocus:

shananaomi:

noirbettie:

mightyhunter:

This 17-Year-Old Coder Is Saving Twitter From TV Spoilers

Imagine you forget to watch a new episode of Game of Thrones the night it airs. Even if coworkers stay mum about important plot points, Twitter is abuzz with spoilers. Fortunately, there’s Twivo, a new program that allows Twitter users to censor their feeds from mentioning a certain TV show (and its characters) for a set time period. Jennie Lamere, a 17-year-old girl, invented the software last month—and won the grand prize at a national coding competition where Lamere was the only female who presented a project, and the only developer to work alone. Internet: Meet the reason we need more women in tech.

(From Mother Jones)

I’m so excited by all of the teenagers in science and tech that we’re hearing about these days. MORE GIRLS PLEASE! 

At SXSW, we talked about how we can’t wait to see the apps fangirls create to make the internet further work the way THEY want. What we may have not said so clearly is that it’s really the way that EVERYONE wants the internet to work. Go girl.

^^^  so into this.

Oh my fucking God. This is who I wanted to be eight years ago. I AM SO GLAD SHE EXISTS!!! (Even if she isn’t me.)

(via savoto)

face-down-asgard-up:

cumaeansibyl:

agender-unicorn:

blackbirdrose:

I eat hearts.: So I used to be a martial artist

eyctobiolojayy:

littlewendycat:

ladypanboner:

thecolourfreedom:

textuallyaroused:

I started going to the dojo when I was in sixth grade. It was a very masculine environment; there weren’t a lot of other girls there but the male senseis who ran the place were great guys and they genuinely loved having female students because we were such a rarity.

Now back in sixth grade I was tinier even than what I am now, and now I’m only 5’2. Then I was probably even under 5’0. I mean I was a squirt of a kid. But I loved to fight; I loved to be in the ring, I loved the adrenaline rush and I loved having punches hurled at me. It was fun for me. Our dojo did full-contact sparring, which was pretty brutal. These were the only rules:

• you must wear a mouth guard and gloves
• no hits below the belt

That’s pretty much it.

Anyway every Thursday was Fight Night, where all we did was spar each other. And on my First Night Sensei Diven—who has since passed, bless his soul—paired me up with this really cocky and assholish brown belt to show me the ropes a little. This brown belt kid was bigger than me by a lot; he must have been at least six feet and twice my weight. But man was I excited to get into the ring! I had a fight boiling in my blood.

Now, Sensei Diven was not a stupid man and he hated high-ranking kids that showed a bad attitude. This kid had a bad attitude. So he must have seen the evil gleam in my eye from a mile away and decided it was time for a little improvisation.

Anyway, Sensei yelled, “Start!” and I leapt into fight stance and the other kid didn’t even put his hands up. He was laughing at me, sneering, the whole nine yards. “I’ll give you a free one.” he joked, and he slapped his side. “You barely weigh 100 pounds and you’re a girl. So go ahead, little girl. Hit me.”

And I hit him. I cocked my leg up as high as it would go and roundhouse kicked him right in the ribs with all of my might and all of the contempt I felt for his stupid cocky face which was covered in ugly-ass freckles and his nasty-ass braces. And I heard a crack. Like a real snap! sound. And the kid has a look of surprise on his face like it was nobody’s business, and then he goes right to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

Now, Sensei Diven leisurely strolls over from the group of black belts who are laughing their asses off at me, the tiny little white belt, sending my Goliath to the floor. I mean they’re laughing so hard they look like they’re about to pee themselves. They think it’s a game. And in his great booming voice he hollers:

“Brown Belt! Why are you on the floor? Do you not see this white belt has been assigned to fight you?”

And meanwhile he is just crying. I broke one of his ribs.

And Sensei Diven just squats down next to this poor kid and whispers, “Don’t you know that women are made of pain?”

I AM SCREAMING.

Such a badass.

oh my god best

“Don’t you know that women are made of pain?” might be one of the most powerful, accurate descriptions of women ive ever heard.

Hey Abi look what showed up on my dash

DON’T YOU KNOW THAT WOMEN ARE MADE OF PAIN

I kinda want to scream that into everyone’s faces holy shit

(Source: ryat-assassin, via gatothenovice)

thepeoplesrecord:

Today (September 18, 2013) we celebrate the birthdays of Audre Lorde (1934-1992) & Toni Morrison (1931- )! ♥

“It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.” ― Black, lesbian womanist Audre Lorde, Our Dead Behind Us: Poems

These and other photoquotes from these two amazing women are available for liking and sharing on our Facebook photostream.

(via thewayistare)

Ready by Teruhide Tomori on Flickr.

(Source: papikola, via gatothenovice)

(Source: tran503, via gatothenovice)

afternoonsnoozebutton:

nprfreshair:

Boston.com:

Research scientist and National Geographic Emerging Explorer Albert Lin gallops across the steppes of northern Mongolia as he searches for Genghis Khan’s tomb and other archaeological sites. (Photo by Mike Hennig)

Albert Lin is a major badass. He’s an archaeologist who uses groundbreaking technology to figure out what’s below the surface without ever actually breaking the soil.

On top of being incredibly cool, this new, noninvasive approach to archaeology is more culturally respectful and much less destructive.

Also, he’s a pretty good looking guy. Move over, Indiana Jones.

I’d totally see this movie.

(via gaobibaituo)

so-treu:

mpreg-tony:

uncontrollablyspooky:

I PHYSICALLY CAN’T NOT REBLOG THIS WHEN IT COMES UP ON MY DASH

IT’S TOO COOL

It’s called Winterguard. It’s a sport. Those girls are marching band color-guard girls during the summer touring season, and during the winter they compete against other color-guard teams to music. Costumes, props, mats, everything has to be carried onto the gym floor and then taken back away and counts as part of your performance time. 

So when Family Guy or other popular media makes fun of color-guard girls, it pisses me off. We are not rejected cheerleaders. We are what you see above. We kick ass. We spin rifles and flags and sabers. 

ok that’s pretty badass.

(via manticoreimaginary)

thewayistare:

goddessofcheese:

brofligate:

did-you-kno:

Source

There is literally nothing better than a sexy, badass lady.

CHING MOTHERFUCKING SHIH

This lady was such a badass, I can’t count the ways, but let’s try.

She got married to an already successful pirate, Zheng Yi, and took over when he died. She was crazy strict to keep an iron fist over her fleet of pirates, and the punishments for stepping out of line were brutal. If you stole or looted from a town that provided assistance or tribute to the pirate fleet, Ching would chop your fucking head off with a battle axe and dump your lifeless body in the ocean.  If you stole from the pirate treasury, or she thought you were stealing from the pirate treasury, Ching would chop your fucking head off dump your lifeless body in the ocean.  Raping any captured female prisoners was punishable by immediate death.  Fuck, if you had consensual sex while on duty you got your head chopped off and the woman was chucked off the boat no matter where they were at.  Ching wasn’t fucking around, and she wanted to make damn sure you weren’t fucking around when you should have been working.

Two years after she took over, she got so notorious for ransacking towns and taking taxes on them that she pissed off the entire Chinese government, and sent out a massive fleet to bring her in line. Most pirates probably would’ve said this was out of their pay grade and taken off to hide out or ransack some other country.

Ching Shih said fuck that.

She not only faced them head on, she wiped the floor with them, killing hundreds and capturing sixty-something ships from the Imperial Fleet. Prisoners were given the choice of joining up or being executed on the spot. The Admiral of the Chinese navy, Kwo Lang, was so afraid of being captured by her or going back to admit he’d been beaten by her that he committed suicide.

For the next two years, Ching Shih not only kept on pirating, she fought off Chinese forces as well as Dutch and British warships that the navy called in to help. Finally the government gave up and offered her amnesty as well as amnesty for her then SEVENTEEN THOUSAND crewman. Ching Shih got to keep all her plunder, so she retired to the countryside where she opened up a brothel and lived until she was 69.

tldr: I’ve come to terms with the reality that I’ll never be as terrifyingly badass as this woman was.

you a bad girl and your friends bad too