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Yesterday I found a $10 bill someone dropped in the lobby. I turned it in to the security desk instead of keeping it. They looked at me like I was high, and others said it was stupid not to keep it. I’ve done this many times in my life, but for the first time I am wondering whether I’m violating some sort of unwritten rule. So here’s my question…
If you found a $10 bill on the ground inside a place of business, and no obvious sign of who dropped it, would you keep it or turn or in to the security desk?
Why or why not?
Just in case you didn’t know, the 2015 women’s world cup with 24 teams will be the largest women only sporting event in history.
Math, with his beautiful, universal structure, and Emotion, with her gripping intensity, had just one child. They named her Music.
This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever read.
So much love
fyi I just found out
ao3 invites are currently on only a 24-hour wait period
It’s actually faster to sign up this way than to wait for a friend’s personal and limited invitations to go through!
Y’ALL DO IT.
Do it while you can.
Evening Post: August 12, 1899.
"She immediately alighted, caught hold of the astonished youth, and gave him a sound thrashing, using her fists in a scientific fashion…”
I would love to know what this means.
I think that might be code for “punched him in the balls with devastating accuracy”.
In the language of the day, fighting ‘in a scientific fashion’ meant she appeared to have studied fighting or boxing, rather than just whaling on him by instinct. During the nineteenth century boxing became formalised, with innovations like the Marquess of Queensberry rules regulating the sport. (The introduction of padded gloves actually made it more dangerous, as boxers could now hit each other much harder without risking injury to their own hands, and more serious facial and cranial injuries resulted. Bareknuckle boxers had to be a bit more careful lest they break their own hand-bones.) There was also an interest in the science of fighting, with a knowledge of anatomy and physics helping to establish where on the body were the most effective places to hit, and how a fighter should move to deliver blows more powerfully.
I like the ‘delight of several colliers’ too. I like to imagine they gave her a round of applause while she tucked her blouse back in, straightened her hat, and gave them a brisk nod of acknowledgement before cycling on.
I also like to imagine that she arrived slightly late for a dainty afternoon tea, telling her hostess ‘I’m very sorry to be late, Alice, but you see a young lout accosted me on the road and I had to administer a sound thrashing before I could proceed.’
Alice understood perfectly.
When she told that same story to Myka a century later, she totally got laid that night.
Bering & Wells everyone. Bering & Wells.
I am fairly convinced that Red Pandas are not real.
THEY ARE LIKE CHILDREN WITH TAILS
Pretty much me at meal time.
Married life with Ellen and Portia.
IDC HOW MANY TIMES IVE REBLOGGED THIS IT IS LITERALLY MY FAVOURITE FUCKING THING