Now with Added Stupidity!





Nutritional Facts:

Serving Size of 1 Katt

Harry Potter - 15%
Sacrilegious Jokes - 10%
Fashion - 15%
General Stupidity - 20%
My Everyday Life - 10%
Food - 15%
Video Games - 15%

For added flavor add:
1 quater cup mid-life crisis
A dash of anxiety
A teaspoon of living on the small island of Puerto Rico
2 tablespoons of a skewed sense of sexuality
And a half cup of college life

I’m really hoping that one day, if my anxiety is really high at the clinic, and it’s a particularly bad day where i’m being yelled at and tested by customers and superiors alike, that my body’s natural reaction would be to throw up.

Like a disgusting defense mechanism.

That’ll teach ‘em. That’ll teach ‘em to treat me like a human being.

complete-fandomonium:

airyairyquitecontrary:

thenotsosilentmonk:

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Mutant 101 - Professor Xavier Should Put In A Call To Her Parents - 5 Year Old Mia Stares Down marvelentertainment's Cast Of Guardians Of The Galaxy As She Crushes Them In A Game Of GotG Trivia On jimmykimmellive [X

Vin Diesel in the background looking at her like “SHE’S PERFECT.  WANT ONE.”

I thought girls didn’t like Super Heroes.

You thought what? 

Also, bless five-year-old girls who can confidently pronounce the words ‘cybernetic enhancements’ because they’re so interested in superhero adventures that they saw no obstacle to learning anything at all to understand them better.

And can do it wearing a pink flower headband, if they feel like it.

GIRLS LIKE SUPERHEROES. GIRLS LIKE COMICS. GIRLS HAVE LIKED THESE THINGS FOR AS LONG AS THEY HAVE BEEN AVAILABLE TO LIKE. 

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(behold, three girls and one boy avidly reading new comic books in New York City, 1947, photographed by Ruth Orkin)

What girls don’t like is when they’re patronised, and herded towards titles designed according to what grown men think girls are supposed to like, and ignored with regard to titles that those men assume are just for boys and men. What girls don’t like is not being allowed to choose for themselves what they like. 

This is not a new concept. This is noted in Chaucer. What every woman most desires is to choose her own way.

I remember talking to my great aunt who’s in her early 80s right now about how she had been so excited when Captain America came out, because while she enjoyed Superman she looooved Steve Rogers.

(Source: mutant-101, via samanticshift)


"Yes, hello, I am an adult."

I’ve been feeling pretty down lately. Honestly, this is no one else’s problem but my own, however I feel maybe talking about it would be therapeutic in a sense.
I’m a recent college graduate who managed to find a job fairly quickly; surprising given the current state of the economy. I don’t want to complain about my job, because I know I am very fortunate to have one, if any at all; I actually really like my job most days.
However, I have severe anxiety issues that, I figured, might go away once I started working. The job has really only exacerbated them. Talking and/or being firm with people stresses me out, handling money stresses me out, answering phones stresses me out; all of which I do at my job on a daily basis.
The only job i’ve been able to find is this, it’s a part time; I have no student loans to pay back (something I understand is also fortuitous, and cannot complain about), no major bills to pay, but I still can’t seem to make ends meet. There is always too much month at the end of my money, and no matter what I do I can’t seem to make it stretch.
Is this what adulthood is? Simply becoming complacent, being a person that hates their job and literally only works in order to make enough money to be broke all the time?
I don’t feel like an adult; especially since I still have to rely heavily on my parent’s generosity. I still like drinking out of sippy cups and buying stuffed animals. When will I stop feeling like i’m still 12 trapped in the body of my 23 year old counterpart? When will my responsibilities stop giving me so much anxiety it’s hard to pull myself out of bed in the morning?
I don’t know. I’m just saying a lot of words. I don’t mean to complain about my privileges, but I don’t think being an adult is for me. I know there are 23 year olds out there (people who are even younger, I would imagine) who must be better suited at adulthood than I am.
Again, i’m not sure if there was a point to this other than to spew words in a string of colorless, lifeless sentences. It’s just been one of those days where everything snowballed into a deep sadness.
That’s it I guess.

"Yes, hello, I am an adult."

I’ve been feeling pretty down lately. Honestly, this is no one else’s problem but my own, however I feel maybe talking about it would be therapeutic in a sense.

I’m a recent college graduate who managed to find a job fairly quickly; surprising given the current state of the economy. I don’t want to complain about my job, because I know I am very fortunate to have one, if any at all; I actually really like my job most days.

However, I have severe anxiety issues that, I figured, might go away once I started working. The job has really only exacerbated them. Talking and/or being firm with people stresses me out, handling money stresses me out, answering phones stresses me out; all of which I do at my job on a daily basis.

The only job i’ve been able to find is this, it’s a part time; I have no student loans to pay back (something I understand is also fortuitous, and cannot complain about), no major bills to pay, but I still can’t seem to make ends meet. There is always too much month at the end of my money, and no matter what I do I can’t seem to make it stretch.

Is this what adulthood is? Simply becoming complacent, being a person that hates their job and literally only works in order to make enough money to be broke all the time?

I don’t feel like an adult; especially since I still have to rely heavily on my parent’s generosity. I still like drinking out of sippy cups and buying stuffed animals. When will I stop feeling like i’m still 12 trapped in the body of my 23 year old counterpart? When will my responsibilities stop giving me so much anxiety it’s hard to pull myself out of bed in the morning?

I don’t know. I’m just saying a lot of words. I don’t mean to complain about my privileges, but I don’t think being an adult is for me. I know there are 23 year olds out there (people who are even younger, I would imagine) who must be better suited at adulthood than I am.

Again, i’m not sure if there was a point to this other than to spew words in a string of colorless, lifeless sentences. It’s just been one of those days where everything snowballed into a deep sadness.

That’s it I guess.

Bad writing is more than a matter of shit syntax and faulty observation; bad writing usually arises from a stubborn refusal to tell stories about what people actually do― to face the fact, let us say, that murderers sometimes help old ladies cross the street.

—Stephen King (via maxkirin)

jodecides:

ask-oklahoma-america:

sunsetofdoom:

tarch-7:

Toothless is so cute here.

THE DETAILS
HIS NOSTRILS ARE PINK ON THE INSIDES
YOU CAN SEE THE EDGES OF HIS SCALES
HE’S STILL COVERED IN DIRT AND SOOT FROM THE FIGHT
DREAMWORKS WHY ARE YOU SO AWESOME

how could you not want a toothless on your dash

can we talk about hiS EYES

jodecides:

ask-oklahoma-america:

sunsetofdoom:

tarch-7:

Toothless is so cute here.

THE DETAILS

HIS NOSTRILS ARE PINK ON THE INSIDES

YOU CAN SEE THE EDGES OF HIS SCALES

HE’S STILL COVERED IN DIRT AND SOOT FROM THE FIGHT

DREAMWORKS WHY ARE YOU SO AWESOME

how could you not want a toothless on your dash

can we talk about hiS EYES

(Source: graphrofberk, via fabulousthanos)