medlabscience:

THE GREATEST COLLECTION OF SCIENCE MUGS >>>

quite-quirksome:

mamoru:

good homeopathy: i use lavender because it smells nice and helps me sleep

bad homeopathy: i use lavender and it smells so nice that i stop getting vaccinated

good homeopathy: increasing fruit and green leafy vegetables in my child’s diet might help them beat leukemia

bad homeopathy: chemotherapy drugs are full of toxic chemicals so I’m gonna cleanse my child with this tea for 2 weeks

tea-blitz:

Would you look at that, another Thief!Bilbo fic. I sort of blame this on @brujahinaskirt who I sent a Elder Scrolls Hobbit ask to a few months ago. Of course this isn’t anything like the ask.

Summary: 10 years ago Thorin, King Under the Mountain, journeyed West to strengthen ties between the Lonely Mountain and Belegost, but also to befriend the Halflings. What he didn’t count on was meeting his One during his stay in the Shire, only for them to mysteriously vanish after the first courting gift was offered.

In the years since the disappearance of Thorin’s One, an infuriating group of thieves have made their den in his city and a stranger has somehow managed to wiggle their way into his court. 

Thorin likes surprises about as much as he likes thieves. 

The new arrival wore a hood and it wasn’t until they stood before the throne that Thorin recognized them.

“Nori?” Thorin murmured in disbelief.

Thorin’s heart thudded in his chest. Since leaving Nori in the West their only contact had been through ravens, but as the months passed missives leaving and arriving in the mountain had ceased; Nori stopped answering, and Thorin stopped sending ravens. Thorin didn’t know how to feel now that Nori stood before him.

“It’s been ten years since I left you in the Shire, and five since you stopped replying to my missives.” Thorin declared cooly, brushing away his initial shock.  “Why come now?”

Read it on Ao3!

starstuffandalotofcoffee:

idk-i-cant-think:

curiosity-door-locked:

GUYS the 80s are back!!!!

Star Wars, high waisted jeans, over sized sweaters, flannels, horrible republican government, conflict with Russia, the ever impending threat of Nuclear Anihilation, scrunchies,

synthpop, bomber jackets, a tyrannical mad woman runs the uk, incompetent child runs the us, the entire worlds in an economic crisis, doctor who

is this we didn’t start the fire

oiaoe:

helloarmchairphilosopher:

2goldensnitches:

killbenedictcumberbatch:

gaymilesedgeworth:

actually, i’m not just gonna leave that in the tags: Catholics used the Holocaust as an opportunity to steal and convert Jewish children. Catholic authorities refused to return the Jewish children they “saved” to their families after the Holocaust ended. we have no idea how many children we lost. 

they used our genocide to steal our babies.

literal cultural and religious genocide

“b-but we love israel? Why won’t Jews be our friends?”

I seem to recall a story about the rosh yeshiva of Ponevezh (R’ Yosef Shlomo Kahaneman) who went looking for these children after the war. When Catholic monasteries and abbies tried to refuse him entry, so the story goes, he would ask, I just want to say one sentence to whatever crowd of children you have here. And the authorities in each place would look at this tiny, shuffling, bearded rav and let him in.

So the rosh yeshiva would go to the classroom or the cafeteria or whatever, wherever the children were, and he would put his hand over his eyes and say the six words of the Shema. “SHEMA,” He would start, slowly enough, “ADO-NAI ELO-HEINU,” and he would hear little voices joining in, “ADO-NAI ECHAD!”

And sure enough, when he quickly uncovered his eyes he would see little kids blinking up at him, wondering where he came from. The Shema is the first prayer a Jewish child learns, and it is the last prayer one says before death. Time among Christians would not have taken it from all the Jewish children.

At every place, the story goes, Rav Kahaneman walked away with Jewish orphans, children that the Catholic authorities had denied were Jews.

And everyone forgets that Rafael Lemkin’s original definition of genocide did not require death of the individual; it allowed for the death of the culture.

Here’s another article on it, which is less open towards the idea that there’s somehow a “grey area” involved in the stealing of Jewish children.