1. inhonoredglory:

shandrethlar:

jobethdalloway:

scurviesdisneyblog:

Sleeping Beauty Animation 

I have just been sitting and staring at this for the longest time. I mean, LOOK AT IT. Look how outstanding this animation is. All by hand. The way her hair moves, the way the lines in that skirt move, everything is perfect. It’s hypnotizing.

[HEAVY WHEEZING]
FLUID ANIMATION

Oh my gosh this is incredible. Just wow. All the respect for the talented guys who did this.

    inhonoredglory:

    shandrethlar:

    jobethdalloway:

    scurviesdisneyblog:

    Sleeping Beauty Animation 

    I have just been sitting and staring at this for the longest time. I mean, LOOK AT IT. Look how outstanding this animation is. All by hand. The way her hair moves, the way the lines in that skirt move, everything is perfect. It’s hypnotizing.

    [HEAVY WHEEZING]

    FLUID ANIMATION

    Oh my gosh this is incredible. Just wow. All the respect for the talented guys who did this.

    Reblogged from: perksofbeingacastmember
  2. Reblogged from: chrispochocolate
  3. oknope:

    imagine reading a book of all the lies you’ve told 

    Reblogged from: timeywimeytraveller
  4. angelshavethephonebox:

    richard-sp8-jr:

    in first period a girl got dress coded for wearing a tank top with a jacket over it and this scrawny little boy stood up and yelled “OH MY GOD SHE HAS SKIN THE SKIN IS TOO MUCH FOR ME HER SHOULDERS ARE BEAUTIFUL THIS IS TOO MUCH” and the teacher got so annoyed with him that she didn’t get to dress coding her

    Yes.

    Good.

    You go, boy.

    Reblogged from: timeywimeytraveller
  5. kiradax:

    pros of turning 18: can legally do the stuff i already do
    cons of turning 18: no longer the dancing queen

    Reblogged from: timeywimeytraveller
  6. candiedmoon:

everything about this is pure gold.

    candiedmoon:

    everything about this is pure gold.

    Reblogged from: timeywimeytraveller
  7. islandtyphoon:

    the best 12 seconds of the entire high school musical trilogy

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  8. funky-spock:

    kniightmare:

    nani is queen

    see also: how to sister

    Reblogged from: chrispochocolate
  9. back-that-sass-up:

    spyduck:

    rupindah:

    i’m all for boys wearing makeup mostly because if more of them got into it there’d be a bigger market and it wouldn’t cost $25 for an eyeshadow primer anymore

    i can’t wait to go into the makeup aisle to get the latest man-color of guyshadow that comes in containers shaped like bullets and footballs

    "Bruh I just went to sephora and got the sickest shade of eyeshadow"
    "Sick dude what’s it called"
    "Monster truck gas fumes"
    "Niiiiiiiice"

    Reblogged from: chrispochocolate
  10. percy-in-my-pants:

    yaritzalikeszombies:

    departmentsaur:

    shubbabang:

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    ITS SO CUTE I HAVE TO REBLOG IT AGAINN

    I WANNA BE THIS KIND OF PARENT

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    Reblogged from: chrispochocolate
  11. fairestregal:

    What was it like having your parents teach at the same school that you went to? (x)

  12. gwenstacye:

I won’t make a bucket list because I’m so afraid that I’ll die and then people will find my bucket list and be, like, “Oh, she didn’t get to do that.”

    gwenstacye:

    I won’t make a bucket list because I’m so afraid that I’ll die and then people will find my bucket list and be, like, “Oh, she didn’t get to do that.”

    Reblogged from: timeywimeytraveller
  13. tarot-sybarite:

    sizvideos:

    Video - Follow us

    Okay, so there’s this Pulitzer-prize winning article that was published in the Washington Post a couple of years back.  It’s called Fatal Distraction, and in it the author tries to get to the bottom of why these incidents happen.

    The profile of the parent who leaves his or his child to die in a hot car is all over the place.  Race, income level, education level, doesn’t matter.  A very small minority have a history of neglect or abuse, but the vast majority are clearly not abusive parents.  If anything, they’re the kind of parents who dote on their children.

    So the author asked a memory expert: if the parents are so focused on the well-being of their children in general, how does this possibly happen? And the memory expert explained it thusly:

    Firstly, back in the ’90s, car safety experts announced that the airbags on the passenger-side front seat could kill children, and recommended that child safety seats be moved to the back of the car.  Next, shortly afterwards they recommend that to maximize safety for the very, very young, the seats be turned to that they face the rear.

    Following these guidelines—which most parents do, in order to protect their children—does protect the child.  It also very effectively removes a child from a parent’s line of sight.

    So what?  Who cares if you can’t see the kids?  What kind of parents forget their kid in the back seat of the car?

    The memory expert the author spoke to is a molecular physiologist who researches how stress, emotion, and memory interact with each other.  And he has found the following:

    For purposes of this discussion, the brain has two zones.  The Upper Zone has the pre-frontal cortex (which thinks and analyzes) and the hippocampus (makes/holds onto immediate memories).  The Lower Zone has the basal ganglia, which handles voluntary but unconscious actions, like swallowing, leg crossing and uncrossing, etc, stuff you choose to do, but don’t really realize you’re making that choice. 

    Think of the two Zones as painters.  The Upper Zone is a master of fine and delicate techniques, able to balance several intricate tasks, like a Da Vinci.  The Lower Zone is like the friend that comes over to help you paint your house in exchange for beer and pizza—lots of enthusiasm and energy, but he handles things by flinging paint at the walls. Which does get the job done, admittedly, even if he can’t do much else.

    In your brain, Da Vinci and Pizza-and-Beer Guy usually work separately.  But when a job requires familiar, routine motor skills, Da Vinci will buy a six-pack and ask Pizza-and-Beer Guy to come over and help  And they actually work quite well together, for the most part.  Pizza-and-Beer Painter quickly and effectively distributes the paint in the large background areas, and then Da Vinci comes in, tidies up a little, and then starts filling in with the Mona Lisa. 

    In real world terms, the neurological Da Vinci + Pizza-and-Beer Guy team-up explains why you can drive to work or school in the morning, and not really recall which route you took to get there or what you saw on the way over.  Da Vinci is in the Upper Zone, organizing your day and reviewing tasks with you, while Pizza-and-Beer Guy is downstairs in the Lower Zone driving your car.  Da Vinci knows that ultimately, the scenery isn’t that important and so doesn’t bother to pay attention to it, while Pizza-and-Beer Guy has all he can handle with getting you safely to work, so he ignores the scenery, too.

    The memory expert found that if stressors are introduced in the brain, such as high emotion, lack of sleep, and/or change in routine, then Da Vinci gets overwhelmed trying to manage everything, and Pizza-and-Beer Guy doubles down while still clinging to what he knows. The end result is that Pizza-and-Beer Guy will accidentally paint over large portions  of the Mona Lisa while Da Vinci is dealing with the stress…and Da Vinci won’t notice unless some kind of alarm sounds.

    The memory expert then pointed to the case of a mom who exemplified the above:

    • She had been up most of the night babysitting and caring for her own cranky child (stressor: lack of sleep)
    • The tired baby slept in his car seat, instead of babbling like he usually did (no audio reminder of child)
    • Because the mom was planning on bringing the baby’s usual car seat to a fire station for professional installation, the baby was in a different car seat (stressor: change in routine) located behind the driver’s seat where he could not be seen from the rear view mirror (no visual reminder of the child)
    • Because the family’s second car was being loaned to a relative, the mom drove her husband to work that day (stressor: change in routine #2)
    • Because her husband was sitting in the front passenger seat, the baby’s diaper bag was placed in the back seat, instead of in the front passenger seat where the mom could see it (stressor: no visual reminder of child, #2)
    • Because of cell phone conversations with her boss about a crisis at work and with a young relative in trouble, the mom spent most of the drive stressed out solving other people’s problems (stressor: dealing with multiple crises)

    This mom’s neurological Da Vinci was swamped dealing with stress. Her neurological Pizza-and-Beer Guy was swamped trying to get her to work that morning.  He painted over the baby, and there were no alarms—no visual or audio reminders—to warn Da Vinci that it had happened.

    I say all of that to say this.  Whether or not you leave your baby to die in a hot car has nothing to do with being a fool or loving your kids.  It has to do with unintentional failures of memory under stress.  

    Memory is a machine, and it is not perfect.  If you’re capable of forgetting your cell phone, you’re capable of forgetting your child.

    Once you understand that, then you can take steps to build in some safeties:

    1. ALWAYS PUT SOMETHING YOU NEED TO HAVE FOR WORK OR SCHOOL IN THE CAR NEXT TO YOUR BABY—your purse, your work ID badge, your laptop or tablet, your cell phone, whatever.  It forces you to look back there, which in turn means you’ll see your baby.
    2. MAKE ARRANGEMENTS WITH YOUR CHILD CARE PROVIDER THAT THEY WILL ALWAYS CALL YOU IF YOU DON’T SHOW UP WITH YOUR BABY, AND THAT YOU WILL ALWAYS CALL THEM IF YOU DON’T SHOW UP AS SCHEDULED.  If they expect to see you by 8am with the baby, and you’re not there, your cell and your office phone should start ringing at 8:01am.
    3. If you can afford it, consider buying a child alert to let you know that the baby’s still in the car.  The one I linked to consists of a sensor that you attach to the baby’s clothes, and a key chain alarm.  It sounds an alarm on your key chain if you walk more than fifteen feet away from the sensor.  Additional key fobs can be purchased.  Other devices are outlined in this article.

    The death of a child left in a car is not a failure of love.  It’s a failure of memory.  And it can happen to anyone.

    Visit http://www.kidsandcars.org/ for more info.

    Reblogged from: timeywimeytraveller
  14. If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad.
    My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad (via getoffyourfeetandmakethiscount)
    Reblogged from: carry-on-my-wayward-wizards
  15. lesbeeanmovie:

    greencarnations:

    cinematicsymphony:

    This is so accurate. At school, we literally have children who will watch our facial expressions to see if them falling is as bad as they think it might be.

    CORRECT CHILD INJURY PROCEDURE:

    • do not react. at the most, maybe wince and go “ooooh”
    • go over to the child to assess panic level and severity of injury
    • if they’re like, dying, remain calm, but they’re probably not.
    • look them in the eye and ask, “you okay?” they will nod. possibly all teary-eyed. then ask, “are we gonna need to cut it off?”
    • the child is thrown off. if they giggle, you’re in the money. if they do not, put a bandaid on and do some sympathetic patting. they are probably a little teary. let the sad little bug sit out for a minute. they will quickly get bored.
    • works every time

    "sad little bug" is the cutest and most accurate term ive heard used to describe a child because sometimes bugs are kinda super cute sometimes bugs are really fucking annoying and sometimes bugs are downright TERRIFYING

    Reblogged from: timeywimeytraveller
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