I HAVE FOUND THE ANGRIEST BIRD
THESE ARE CALLED BLACK AND WHITE HAWK-EAGLES
I LIKE TO CALL THEM JUDGEMENT BIRDS BECAUSE THEY CAN BE USED IN
EVERY
SITUATION
IF YOU WANT SOME GOOD LAUGHS AND REACTIONS IMAGES
I IMPLORE YOU TO LOOK AT THE GOOGLE IMAGES PAGE FOR THESE BIRDS BECAUSE THEY’RE AMAZING
Bucky Barnes’s Spirit Animal? :V
57 hour work weeks! (Up from a 20 hr/wk avg. Less recently a 42 hr/wk avg.)
10 hours (minimum) worth of commutes! (Down from a 18/wk min.)
Net gain!
YAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!
*plants face-first into bed*
It’s kind of weird that there are no Megamind crossovers with Superman. Or at least, none that I’ve found.
Megamind fusion with an AU Superman universe that sets Wayne Scott up as a Kryptonian for obvious reasons (Are-Van, Kal-El’s maternal cousin, as opposed to Kara who is a fraternal cousin.) and the sole survivor of Krypton’s demise as opposed to Kal-El. Little to no kryptonite made it to earth in the AU due to Megamind’s pod’s interference, essentially preventing Metro Man from having Superman’s Achilles heel.
Krypton was a much richer planet than Megamind’s as per the wiki, and it is feasible that Superman’s parents wouldn’t include any information about their less advanced alien neighbors who are even more doomed than the willfully blind Kryptonians.
Currently playing with reality shenanigans where a heroic (Incredibly handsome former Master of All Villainy and Evil Overlord but now beloved Benevolent Defender of Metrocity!) Megamind gets tossed into a Superman universe.
“Am I alright?” Megamind repeats quietly, incredulously, then louder, “Am I alright?” He swirls out from under Superman’s hand and wails, “Of course I’m not alright!” He gestures agitatedly, waving his hands in the air as he stalks back and forth in tight circles, all his fire and nervous energy reigniting at the drop of a hat, “I’m pretty sure that lackluster villain Blink somehow managed to send me to an alternate universe where an El got sent to this planet instead of that idiot Are-Van and apparently my whole planet got destroyed without a single survivor! So! No!” Megamind lets out a shriek just short of being a perfect imitation of a tea kettle, and sending the brainbots into a howling frazzle, “I am not alright!”
This post hit 100 notes so... congratulations, have a snippet! It is in the spirit of the "show the last three lines you wrote post."
"Really?" Megamind gulps in a breath and shakes out his hands, "You truly are much smarter than the brute I wound up having to deal with. Can't live with him, can't live without him, and he is such an absolute idiot it's literally painful." He looks almost wistful, "If only it had been someone like you who had landed with us instead of him."
OKAY SO. I have to dork out and share my headcanon with you about the whole signals thing. with the mustache twirling and the baseball signals (which honestly I love and want to see like 18 hours of backstory) since we’re not given any real context I like to think it’s just developed out of all the trouble they’ve been in! every time they get in over their heads in a negotiation, or they run head long around a corner into a wall of battle droids, or they end up at the mercy of some outer rim thugs, after it’s all said and done they look back and one of them inevitably says ‘well that would never had happened if we’d done this, or that, or the other thing.’ and of course the natural response would be WELL HOW WAS I TO KNOW? and so other just mumbles well next time you want to just lightsaber through the floor why don’t you tap ur nose twice, or play with your mustache. and it just goes on like this until they’ve got a plan for every crazy possible situation they could stumble into! a secret little language of hilarious body movement the droids couldn’t possibly understand XD
DUDE THATS AMAZING. they’ve been through so much insanity together i can definitely see that happening. Obi-Wan is like, “Warn me next time!” and Anakin is like [sarcastically], “Yeah, okay. How about I just, you know, tap my nose next time I’m about to blow the whole place with a thermal detonator so you’ll be prepared.” Both of them are probably irritated and continue to bicker and think nothing much of it.
And then “next time” comes just a week later, and Anakin is ostentatiously tapping his nose at him across a room and Obi-Wan is like “????” until he remembers their conversation and thinks, Oh, right, just before the place explodes and they have to start running. But hey, it worked, right? So they start compiling an arsenal of their own signals. Along with the standard military ones like ‘freeze’, ‘single file formation’ and ‘cover me’ they add ‘simultaneously lightsaber through the floor’ and ‘immediately leap from the nearest window.’
[spongebob narrator voice] three years later
They’ve come up with a signal that corresponds to a plan that will fit almost any situation, no matter how unexpected. They look like wingnuts to anyone watching, and the clones don’t even ask at this point honestly.
BUT IT WORKS.
Luminara Unduli, observing with profound concern as Anakin and Obi-Wan perform some sort of puzzling robot dance in the distance: If I may ask, Captain, what in the Force are they doing?
Rex, through gritted teeth, barely keeping his professional poker-face: …Strategizing. The generals are strategizing, sir.
Conveying large amounts of information very quickly via interpretive dance, much quicker than making mouth noises? *steeples fingers* Iiiiiinteresting. Very interesting.
#asketchaday the smallest grandmaster
To. Much. Cute!!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!
*hides behind hands whimpering*
I can see myself wasting so much time with Captura. *cries into long-since cold bedtime tea*
Oh great. More refined/altered/fake sugars to have to be on alert for. I wonder what myriad of names they’ll slap on it. I’ll just stay over in my corner of not fucking with good old C6H12O6. I get that plenty of people are fine with them but for me... they’re just... Toxic.
I HAVE SLEPT A RIDICULOUS AMOUNT OF HOURS THE PAST COUPLE OF DAYS AND I AM STILL EXHAUSTED
FUCK ALLERGIES
FUCK ASTHMA
FUCK DEPRESSION
The location of the button was truly out of this world
this is how i travel
god the physics engine in this game is a thing of beauty
Link ‘n log
It’s kind of weird that there are no Megamind crossovers with Superman. Or at least, none that I’ve found.
Megamind fusion with an AU Superman universe that sets Wayne Scott up as a Kryptonian for obvious reasons (Are-Van, Kal-El’s maternal cousin, as opposed to Kara who is a fraternal cousin.) and the sole survivor of Krypton’s demise as opposed to Kal-El. Little to no kryptonite made it to earth in the AU due to Megamind’s pod’s interference, essentially preventing Metro Man from having Superman's Achilles heel.
Krypton was a much richer planet than Megamind’s as per the wiki, and it is feasible that Superman's parents wouldn't include any information about their less advanced alien neighbors who are even more doomed than the willfully blind Kryptonians.
Currently playing with reality shenanigans where a heroic (Incredibly handsome former Master of All Villainy and Evil Overlord but now beloved Benevolent Defender of Metrocity!) Megamind gets tossed into a Superman universe.
"Am I alright?" Megamind repeats quietly, incredulously, then louder, "Am I alright?" He swirls out from under Superman's hand and wails, "Of course I'm not alright!" He gestures agitatedly, waving his hands in the air as he stalks back and forth in tight circles, all his fire and nervous energy reigniting at the drop of a hat, "I'm pretty sure that lackluster villain Blink somehow managed to send me to an alternate universe where an El got sent to this planet instead of that idiot Are-Van and apparently my whole planet got destroyed without a single survivor! So! No!" Megamind lets out a shriek just short of being a perfect imitation of a tea kettle, and sending the brainbots into a howling frazzle, "I am not alright!"
Some people say that they and their pets look quite similar...
I still think it’s hilarious that the reason nobody ever figures out Superman’s secret identity or where he lives or what he does when he’s not saving the planet, is because he already told them all the Kryptonian stuff that can’t be tied to any of his human friends or family. I guarantee you the in-universe wikipedia article on Superman lists his name as Kal-El and the “personal life” section says that he lives full-time at his private fortress of solitude at the north pole. Nobody in the world looks at Clark Kent and thinks “oh my god, maybe he’s superman!” for the same reason nobody ever starts to suspect that their coworker who looks KINDA like Barack Obama is actually secretly Barack Obama – They know who Barack Obama is and know what he does and they know their coworker Greg is Greg and not Barack Obama. They have no reason to assume Barack Obama secretly moonlights as Greg The IT Guy at their workplace even though they’ve never seen Greg and Obama in the same place. At best, “Greg is secretly Obama” would be a running joke at the office, and the same is true at the Daily Planet. “Kal-El of Krypton, who lives in a CRYSTAL PALACE at the NORTH POLE and whose dayjob is SUPERMAN, sometimes puts on a suit and pretends to be a clumsy reporter and lives in a one-bedroom walkup in Metropolis” is a ridiculous concept to anyone who doesn’t already know it’s true
“Hey, that— that guy, in the corner, is that— is that Superman?”
Clark looks up from his computer at the new intern. “Oh, no,” he says. “You caught me.”
“Clark, you pull this shit every time, man,” his desk neighbor Steve says. “Shut the fuck up.”
“No, the kid’s right, I’m Superman,” Clark says. He gets out of his seat and cracks his back out. “I guess we’re gonna have a superhero fight.”
“Clark, sit back down.”
“Nope. Superhero fight.”
“Clark if you don’t sit the hell back down and finish your article by lunch I am going to tell Perry on you.”
Clark points at the intern. “You get off easy this time, buddy,” he says, and sits back down.
“So…” the intern says, very lost. “Uh…”
“That’s Clark,” a slightly older and more experienced intern says. “He’s Superman’s asshole twin.”
i have to reblog this because it made me laugh in a way that is impossible to transcribe.
I’m glad that they chose to add that mustache.
A mustacheless Mario is not something I would like to see.
I’m so sorry
#NotMyMario !!!
Are fedoras really that bad?
YES YES THEY ARE
ask-omnipony:
I don’t really believe this mumbo jumbo
I mean it’s a goddamn hat.
Right..?
The white rose, it symbolizes the unique beauty of all the women who wish not to be with a nice guy such as myse-
I wonder if this works with other kinds of hat…
Nothing ventured, nothing gained…
WHEEEN THE MOON HITS YOUR EYE LIKE A BIG PIZZA PIE THAT’S AMORREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Men of Tumblr are my favorite kind of people…
wait, does that mean?
oh boy…….
Luckily, this nonsense doesn’t work on girls.
Observe…
IT’S GOTTEN BETTER!
This post is immaculate
It can’t be true.
And it can’t possibly work on motorcycle helmets.
I must test it.
Nothing happening so far…
HOLY SHIT IT WORKS
What in the world?
Oh why not? This should be interesting.
Here we go!
Were all mad here in Underland!
What the hell! Never Again!
… Actually …
One more time.
Alright, I gotta try this!
Can’t be that bad!
….
…oh my god…
This is one of my favourite things to look at
holy shit this stuff is back
The Gravity Falls one though
i wonder if it works for flower crowns?
here goes nothin-
w HAT THE
DID I JUST-
WHAT THE FUCK
Okay Clearly something is up.
Hmm… I wonder
I’m sure nothing could possibly…
HOLY SHIT
IT GOT BETTER
I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING SO LONG FOR THIS POST OH MY GOD!!!
I wonder what happens when you wear 8 of these at once…
Never not reblog
IT’S ON MY DASH. ACTUALLY ON MY DASH.
Oh my God, there are so many new ones
Friggin, yis
Always reblog.
IT HAS EVOLVED
Hey, while you're over here with your "the majority of Maine is a liminal space," did you notice that one of the people who asked for your advice has early-onset Alzheimer's in the family? Also that not being able to remember stuff you did is one sign of a whole lot of potentially horrific conditions that may be treatable IF the person SEES A DOCTOR instead of leaving out bowls of whatever? If stuff happens and you can't remember making it happen, think brain farts first, fairies second!
I can’t remember a lot of things I do, Anon. I suffer from depression and severe, chronic exhaustion, not to mention allergies that are slowly making it highly difficult to live here. …no wait, that part already happened.
Exhaustion and/or depression affects the brain’s ability to take short-term memories and put them in the long-term storage banks. That’s just basic science.
Before you take that and run laughing along to your bin of…doubt? Agnostic feels place? Skeptism city? (I do not actually know where you were going with that last line, so if it’s not meant as an insult, I apologize.) Bear in mind that a great deal of “para”normal things happened to me before I moved to this vast liminal space. Before the chronic exhaustion and depression that fucks with my day-to-day “Did I do the thing” memories.
Yes, people forget things. But people also remember when things are not right. We know it .We feel it. We sense it.
Yes, someone with memory difficulties or mental health issues should attempt to see a doctor–which is not always possible in the United States. I don’t know where you’re from, Anon, but mental health assessment is EXTREMELY difficult to get in…well, most of this entire fucking country.
We know to get our shit checked. Most of us don’t need someone to tell us that, Anon. That doesn’t mean that something else isn’t also happening.
It’s the eyes on your back, the hair rising on your arms, the cold chill on your neck. It’s the sensation that while you sometimes forget, you know that it was not your hands that did the thing you are now looking at.
Anon, once upon a time, I lost a treasured ring in the backseat of my old SUV. We were traveling on the interstate at the time, and even though it just fell from my hands, it had vanished. Nowhere to be found. I looked everywhere. I practically tore that vehicle apart during our next stop. It was not there.
Fast-forward to many years later. In that time, the inside of the SUV has been professionally cleaned many times. When a vehicle is professionally cleaned, every single crevice is explored, scraped clean, sanitized, vacuumed–the works. I’m finally putting the SUV up for sale, since it’s become a trainwreck (not literally) of a vehicle.
As I’m cleaning out the last bits of our personal belongings, I open the door to the backseat.
Sitting in plain sight on the floor is the ring I’d lost five years before.
It had not been there yesterday. It had not been there last year. It had not been there at all, not since that moment it fell from my hands while traveling on the interstate.
There is literally no way it could have gotten there, but for one thing: I was actively searching with the intent of removing all of *my* personal belongings from the truck. The ring was a personal belonging…so there it was.
Someone come along and tell me that is fucking Alzheimer’s. I’ll laugh at you.
I may have a hard time talking about the things that a lot of people like Anon would prefer to say aren’t real, because I absolutely do not like the reactions like that, and they cause their own issues, but.
There are things out there that do not register if you don’t pay attention. There are things beyond the experience of the small-minded who have put on blinders and put in earplugs and refuse to acknowledge anything outside of their own narrow and limited experience could possibly be real.
It leaves people with scars when it’s not friendly. Physical and mental scars. Even when the person in question isn’t even on the being’s radar until the person gets between them and their chosen target. I’ve done that. I lived. I’m still kinda proud of keeping the kid alive and sane, because what was following her? Intended that not to be the case, and everyone there that night knew it.
I also deal with anxiety that likes to tell me that no, I can’t possibly be right in thinking that there’s a tentacled critter at my window trying to get in (I told it to go away, and it went to the other end of the house and shambled into my mom’s bedroom instead. She woke up screaming).
That my ongoing attempts at cohabitation with the something under my bed is just me being afraid of the dark (no. No it’s not. It’s been there since I was very small, it likes having clutter under the bed, was cranky when I cleaned out the used tissues, was happier when I gave it a house with little fiddly bits in it, gets along with the cat, and is generally friendly about trying to grab my ankles at bedtime. When it isn’t so friendly about it, it’s rather like the cat not being so friendly, not a human being not so friendly… which is also not to say it isn’t intelligent, sentient, and deserving of respect as a person, just that interacting with it is more like interacting with my cat because cultural and behavioral differences). Also, no, I’m not trying to get rid of it, it came with the bed, it’s moved with the bed three times now since I got the bed (and possibly at least three times before that, it used to be my dad’s bed, and he doesn’t pick up on these things*), and it’s not malicious, just. Very cat like.
My grandfather on one side had dementia, there’s a hormonal issue on the other side of the family that fucks with brain chemistry, depression comes from that side of the family, and ADD/ADHD comes from both sides. I am always going to question if what I’m dealing with is real or a quirk of my brain chemistry being off. And I’m still going to err on the side of it being real, because it’s far less hassle to treat them like people and have the whatever be a quirk of brain chemistry than the other way ‘round. Also, simpler to get them out of my life if they’re malicious if I haven’t gone and acted like they’re a brain chemistry imbalance.
(There’s so much more I could talk about with this sort of thing, but it’s not really relevant to this, so I’m gonna go attempt to put together my own post on it, and see if I can’t get it past the anxiety that tells me no one will believe me.)
And also - yes, what @haleforcewinds and @jabberwockypie said, too.
*He might not pick up on them, but even he doesn’t say they aren’t real. He’s polite, he doesn’t take the bells off the door when mom’s on trips, he makes sure there’s steel next to the bed, and he leaves warding and interaction to those of use who can.
I don’t have much experience with this sort of thing (suburbs all my life?) but I do have one quirk. I have absolutely shitty luck if I’m not wearing my mala. That is a fact of life for me. I don’t even particularly care if it is correlative or causative anymore. I go with the “it’s not dumb if it works” school of thought.
Actually, before that I had a malachite bracelet that I took to wearing even though it took me the longest time to figure out how to keep if from pinching because I (scientific skeptic) felt much more at ease wearing it. Even nowadays, the bracelet makes a decent stand in for my mala. It is not a coincidence, nor a whim, that my current mala is made mostly out of malachite.
Even beyond wearing my preferred meditative tool, reportedly malachite and tigers eye (guru and counter beads) are both balancing and “lucky” stones, among other things. I only found that out when poking around online and ran across several sites on stone meanings and decided to look up a bunch of stone meanings. What do I have very little of when not wearing it?
*wears pajamas all day* *showers at 10:30 pm* *changes into new pajamas*
