polytropic-liar:

bathsabbath:

culturallyrelevanturl:

susiephone:

astra-lux:

Not enough people talk about the fact that Leonardo da Vinci was gay. Like, he’s literally the father of modern technology and one of the smartest human beings to ever live and I never ever learned in school that he was gay.Ā 

If all the LGBT people are asĀ ā€œDOOMEDā€ as the bible thumpers think we are, hell, at least we’re in good company.Ā 

I was about to say I can’t believe I didn’t know this

and then I remembered the American education system

Yes, I can fucking believe I didn’t know this.

But yeah. Leonardo da Vinci was gay. Pass it on.

Leo painted a picture of his lover as Jesus and that’s the image we use today

Oh man that is sad. I’m sorry your teachers are failing you.

Some Leonardo facts you should tattoo on your heart:

  • He was actually convicted for sodomy at age 24, but the allegations were dropped for lack of testimony. The charges affected him immensely, as he was by all means, a very private person.
  • Da Vinci’s models for Christ are unknown. The claim that he depicted his lover as Jesus most likely arose from the bullshit about Cesare Borgia being the inspiration for White Jesusā„¢ combined with the allegations that Leonardo and Cesare were lovers…There is little to no support for these claims. However, it’s speculated his lover Gian Giacomo Caprotti was the model for his St. John the Baptist.
  • He was universally beloved (minus Michelangelo lollll), like the nicest, funniest, gentlest, handsomest man you’d ever meet. He was generous beyond words, treated everyone equally, and loved to play pranks.
  • He was also fuckin’ ripped. It was rumored he could bend a horseshoe in half with his bare hands.
  • Often wore pink and other vibrant colors.
  • Rumored to sleep approx. 2 hours a night.
  • Was left-handed and ambidextrous. He was dyslexic, possibly had ADD, and suffered from frequent paranoia.
  • He was his own worst critic and often destroyed his work. He still left behind over 13k journal pages, filled with sketches and so many dick jokes.
  • His last words were: ā€œI have offended God and mankind because my work did not reach the quality it should have.ā€
  • Would buy caged animals from the market just to set them free. He was allegedly a vegetarian.
  • For a time he kept a pet lizard and made him a custom set of wings and horns. He would routinely scare the shit out of people with his ā€˜dragon.’
  • My all time fave: While staying in the Vatican he would invite guests into a residential room which had been filled with cleaned/dried animal intestines that he had sewn together. He fastened a bellows to the end of the intestines and proceeded to inflate them. Onlookers were so excited to see DaVinci’s new ā€inventionā€ that they didn’t even realize this asshole was just blowing up a giant balloon and pinning them to the wall holy shit I love him so much.

Where is the musical. Lin-Manuel Miranda, fix this.

budgiebazooka:

anti-anti-survivor:

pumpkinvictor:

pumpkinvictor:

pumpkinvictor:

pumpkinvictor:

if i were a zookeeper my intrusive thoughts would be wild

brain: slap that penguin. right across his little blubbery tummy. it’ll jiggle.

me: no??? that’s mean???

brain: polar bear, then

me: no

brain: the lions just got fed raw meat

me: yes?

brain: steal it and eat it in front of them

me: …

rowan i want you to know that this is the best possible reply i could have received

I work with animals and this is true for me. No, I cannot eat sea stars out the touch tank no matter HOW good you think the cronch will be, brain.Ā 

sometimes you wonder what was going through the head of the first human to eat something really weird and then you see this post and stop wondering

vastderp:

spaffy-jimble:

undercover-underdog:

For those of you who don’t know, I work at an anarchist co-op coffee shop.

Apparently, all the Chicano/Cholo boys in my neighborhood have caught on the the fact that I sneak food and stuff to all the little punk kids and homeless kids at the coffee shop.

There are three in particular who call me Mom.
Not Mami, not Ma, Mom.
The rest refer to me as ā€œMissā€.

They’ve decided to always have one of the three of them there with me on my night shifts. (Especially after they witnessed the last bad shift where I had to kick a bunch of tweakers out. Said tweakers lit my fucking bulletin board on fire.)

Tonight, one of the boys actually charged up a crackhead who wouldn’t get out when I told him to leave.

About an hour later, I was emptying bus tubs when that same lovely boy walked in and wetted a wash rag. I asked what he was doing and he told me not to worry. So, I went about my business, doing dishes, bussing the main dining tables, etc.

I’d left a broom in the smoking room and a fresh trash bag in the bathroom for once I was done with the dishes.

When I walked out, everything was spotless and the trash had been replaced. He’d wiped all my tables, swept, mopped, and emptied all the ash trays.

He’d also picked the lock on the bathroom so his friend could take out the trash for me. (Which I’m not sure whether I should scold him for. Haha)

They snuck around and did my closing shift duties to thank me for keeping them warm and fed.

I’m fucking crying.

Kindness begets kindness.

Beautiful badasses