finessed yo bitchass
this is deadass the most finesse i ever seen in baseball
This amount if finesse shouldn’t even be allowed in sports
He put it all on his ankle, pushed off his knee and then finessed on from there. Damn.
some anime type shitt
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The idea behind the “Time Sliced” Project was to photograph iconic world buildings at sunset and capture the changing light from day to night in a single image. Experimenting with a few different kinds of processes I came up with the “Sliced” idea. I decided to Slice time and light showing the progression of the day from left to right.
Lillian Weber, a 99-year-old good Samaritan from Iowa, has spent the last few years sewing a dress a day for the Little Dresses For Africa charity, a Christian organization that distributes dresses to children in need in Africa and elsewhere.
Weber’s goal is to make 1,000 dresses by the time she turns 100 on May 6th. So far, she’s made more than 840. Though she says she could make two a day, she only makes one – but each single dress she makes per day is personalized with careful stitchwork. She hopes that each little girl who receives her dress can take pride in her new garment.
God bless her
I have been trying to figure put how to say half of these names for like 10 minutes.
Akshajram — It’s like someone just clicked a fuckload of letters on a keyboard.
OMFG. LOL. I’m pretty sure I’ve keysmashed file names as that.
OMG I know. Half the kids were Indian. Literally half.
Yes, these are ethnic names…it doesn’t look like a keyboard smash anything. I mean god forbid their names be something that means something in their culture and not something like River to Harmony.
Wow fuck the xenophobic people who were commenting on this. Like, these are actual names of actual children of color and you want to make fun of part of their identity and heritage because your uncultured ass can’t conduct a google search or you know actually ask these kids how to pronounce their “ethnic” (in quotations because ethnic really just means not white now a days) names. Like fuck that shit. It’s not funny and it is pretty fucking racist.
God forbid non white non western names be beautiful or meaningful
Yall take time perfecting your pronunciation of bendiddly coosalagoopagoop because it’s attached to a white man, but lord knows these names are just “keysmash” names which are only there for proper folk to make fun of.
since yall cant be assed to do the research:
Makena (Hawaiian, meaning abundance or happy one, )
Saanvi (Indian, synonymous with Lakshmi, the beautiful Hindu goddess of material and spiritual wealth and prosperity)
Teo (Greek, Gift of God)
Jyotsna (Indian, ‘moonlight’ in Sanskrit)
Lekhana (sanskrit for painting and writing)
Rohin (Sanskrit for ‘rising’; born under the Sandlewood tree)
Rushil (sanskrit; ‘charming’)
Kothai (devoted, sweet natured girl)
Sejal (river water, pure, or depth in character)
Vedika (restoring knowledge)
so get the fuck outta here with that mess
Dude…. seriously. This looks like a kindergarten class… Do not fuckin disrespect the children you are teaching. Do not give them “easier to say” nicknames. Learn their names and how to say them correctly. Do not disrespect the child’s heritage and culture. If you can’t put in the effort to learn, stop fuckin teaching.
OP isn’t the teacher, apparently she’s the mom of one of the kids. which is equally ass bad because she probably laughs at these children’s names in front of her kid
but still ewww at all of that ‘lolol these darkies and their funny names’ shit
god how fucking disgusting, you people will come up with 89 alternate spellings for Ashley but laugh at children of color I hate this so much
I get shit like this all the time. My name is Maemaegawauhnse and when I was in kindergarten white people nicknamed me MaeMae. For a long time I felt stripped of something. I didnt like my nickname but people didnt respect me when I told them to call me Maemaegawauhnse because I was little. So fuck you. Names are important and for you to write it off as a “keyboard smash” is racist and shameful.
On a side note, here’s how you pronounce these names. (Also explaining why you’re an ignorant asshole for sitting there and laughing like that.) (Side note on the side note: this is what I found in my research, if wrong, please correct me.)
Makena - ma-ken-ah. This one really shouldn’t have been hard to figure out in the first place. I’ve met lots of girls name Makenna and the only difference in spelling is one ‘n’.
Saanvi - sah-n-vee.
Sourav - sow-r-uv.
Teo - Tay-oh.
Jyotsna - gee-oats-nah.
Lehana - le-hah-nah.
Rohin - r-oh-hee-n.
Rushil - roo-shall. (sounds like Russel and looks similar to it.)
Kothai - coh-tie. (I think? I only found 1 good reference for this one.)
Sejal - say-jah-l.
Vedika - vay-dee-kah.
So, I did my best to triple check what I read in my head vs. what I could find through research. Again, if I’m wrong, I would actually love to know the correct pronunciation. I love learning different languages and names that are foreign to me are like a little sneak peek into that person’s culture and heritage, not to mention the language that their name derives from. Thank-you :3
—-kicking strongly in your mother’s womb, upon which she is told, “It must be a boy, if it’s so active!”
—-being tagged with a pink beaded bracelet thirty seconds after you are born, and wrapped in pink blankets five minutes thereafter.
—-being confined to the Doll Corner in nursery school when you are really fascinated by Tinker Toys.
—-wanting to wear overalls instead of “frocks.”
—-learning to detest the words “dainty” and “cute. “
—-being labeled a tomboy when all you wanted to do was climb that tree to look out and see a distance.
—-learning to sit with your legs crossed, even when your feet can’t touch the floor yet.
—-hating boys—because they’re allowed to do things you want to do but are forbidden to—and being told hating boys is a phase.
—-learning that something you do is “naughty,” but when your brother does the same thing, it’s “spunky.”
—-wondering why your father gets mad now and then, but your mother mostly sighs a lot.
—-seeing grownups chuckle when you say you want to be an engineer or doctor when you grow up—and learning to say you want to be a mommy or a nurse, instead.
—-wanting to shave your legs at twelve and being agonized because your mother won’t let you.
—-being agonized at fourteen because you finally have shaved your legs, and your flesh is on fire.
—-being told nothing whatsoever about menstruation, so that you think you are bleeding to death with your first period, or:
—-being told all about it in advance by kids at school who titter and make it clear the whole thing is dirty, or:
—-being prepared for it by your mother, who carefully reiterates that it isn’t dirty, all the while talking just above a whisper, and referring to it as the “curse,” “being sick,” or “falling off the roof.”
—-feeling proud of and disgusted by your own body, for the first, but not last, time.
—-dreading summertime because more of your body with its imperfections will be seen—and judged.
—-liking math or history a lot and getting hints that boys are turned off by smart girls.
—-getting hints that other girls are turned off by smart girls.
—-finally getting turned off by smart girls, unconsciously dropping back, lousing up your marks, and being liked by the other kids at last.
—-having an intense crush on another girl or on a woman teacher and learning that that’s unspeakable.