Dear White People Official Trailer 1 (2014) - Comedy HD
all I see is black people talking about this. white people. go see this movie. you need to see this movie.
A commission-like thing I drew for Muffin!
this girl is the biggest sweetheart in the whole world i swear to god i mean she’s paying me in videogames to draw two of my fav videogame characters ever
i got three pieces of clothing from banana republic as essentially free add ons to my #mother s purchases god fucking bless
there are more colors and thats it
not even designer “”mens”” fashion is very interesting ://
sorry if this is a ridiculous question but r white people allowed to say things are antiblack? cause i first saw it mostly used by/about non black poc and in reference to lateral racism and i dont wanna overstep
Katie Brumbach was one of fourteen children born to circus performers Philippe and Johanna Brumbach. In her early years, Katie performed with her family. Katie’s father would offer one hundred marks to any man in the audience who could defeat her in wrestling no one ever succeeded in winning the prize. It was during one such performance that Katie met her husband of fifty-two years, Max Heymann.
Brumbach once defeated the famous strongman Eugene Sandow in weightlifting contest in New York. Katie lifted a weight of 300 pounds over her head, which Sandow only managed to lift to his chest. After this victory, she adopted the stage name “Sandwina” as a feminine derivative of Sandow.
Sandwina worked in the United States with Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus for many years, until she was nearly 60. One of her standard performance feats was lifting her husband (who weighed 165 pounds) overhead with one hand. She performed many other feats, such as bending steel bars and resisting the pull of four horses. Sandwina’s record stood for many years until being eclipsed by women’s weightlifter Karyn Marshall in 1987.
Text from her Wikipedia page.
Criminy’s Caravan needs a strongwoman…
I know so many fantastic writers????? what the fuck is this social justice bullshit
One day when it rounds the curve at the end of the long stretch of road that leads back to the clubroom, sun hanging low and red and hungry in the sky, Fukutomi is waiting.
“How many laps did you ride?”
“Six,” it snaps. The moon is already overhead and it resists the strange desire it has always had to howl up at it, to call to it in a wail of wordless understanding. You’re fucking gay, bucko, it thinks, and so am I.
im posting this at four a.m. where i am because i fell asleep while adding tags because i am a cool and sexy winner. please read this fic; it includes the vitally important character ‘the moon’ #gay moon 2014 and arakita yasutomo’s boy problems
Omg!!! i thought it was universal but apparently they have to make prescription strength googles for some ppl??
u and me should become merppl together