Sometimes i wonder if my followers have their own “headcanon voice” for me
go into my ask box thing (Q&A) and tell me what your headcanon voice for me is

Sometimes i wonder if my followers have their own “headcanon voice” for me
go into my ask box thing (Q&A) and tell me what your headcanon voice for me is
Janesville Daily Gazette, Wisconsin, January 26, 1950
Washington C.H. Record-Herald, Ohio, January 27, 1950
The Newark Advocate, Ohio, January 28, 1950
The Post-Register, Idaho Falls, Idaho, January 26, 1950
what happened in january of 1950 that several states decided to demand ghost rights
[Image transcripts in order: Why Shouldn’t Poor Lonely Ghosts Have a Few Rights?]
[Give Equal Rights To Ghosts]
[Columnist Appeals For Equal Rights For Ghosts]
[Equal Rights For Ghosts Asked]
Okay, look. I get that we as a collective fandom rarely talk about the Alternian Ancestors, but this has been bugging me ever since my partner pointed it out to me, so I have to fucking say something about it:
Meulin, meaning the Disciple, rips the pants off of Kankri’s dead body.
Maybe you all had this conversation back in the day, I don’t know, but let’s have it again if you’ve seen it before, and if not, I guess here’s something new.
Even if she was grieving, even if she wanted to have a piece of him to keep somewhere, so that people didn’t forget him, or think he was fake, even if she had every other reason in the WORLD to rip those pants off... the Disciple has just defaced the Sufferer’s dead body, and left him hanging there, EXPOSED, for everyone to see. Meulin has his COUNTLESS sermons that she’s recorded stashed away somewhere, she HAS evidence that his word is still alive. As much as it could potentially be burned, so could his fucking pants. If people wanted to erase him, if Condy wanted to truly snuff out his memory, they would have, and Meulin wouldn’t have survived. But the Sufferer’s death isn’t about erasing him.
It’s about sending a message, and, inadvertently, the Disciple, his closest confidant and supposed matesprit, has helped Condy send that message, and not ONLY that, robbed the Sufferer of the remaining bit of autonomy and dignity that was still upheld by even CONDY of all people, in his death. There is absolutely no way Kankri would have wanted this, even if it meant the preservation of his memory, and Kankri deserved better. Meulin Leijon of Alternia getting banishment after potentially exposing thousands of people OR MORE to a stripped corpse is definitely a light sentence
if you were a fictional character rb and tag what parts of your physical appearance would get messed up in fan art. for me its unibrow + hands.
• First two letters of your last name • First vowel of your first name • Third letter of your middle name (or parent’s first name if you don’t have a middle name • Last consonant of your last name • Add IEL or EL to the end!
(-_-) (^_^) (>_<) <- the girls
you hate me because you know i am funnier and sexier than you. when i jingle my little clown bells and do my silly little jester dance it fills you with anger that i can be so funny and also so sensual in my big, big clown shoes
That strange feeling of longing when you are at a train station, in a 24/7 open market, when you are buying a coke from a vending machine, watching the city lights glow from your window, when you're walking aimlessly on a busy street after 5 pm, that feeling as if something is missing in your life and it will never come back although it was never there in the first place; that inexplicable urban sadness.
This is an actual thing in anthropology and urbanism guys!
Marc Auge explained how when we shifted from modernity to what he calls "supermodernity" we ended up creating "non-places". They're the opposite of place, as in they're places with no real identity, and have no real emotional connection with the users. They're there to fulfil a specific need and that's it. It's places like gas station, metro station and supermarkets, places where you go and you feel so detached, like everything is out of place. (The name of the book is "Non-Places: Introduction to an Anthropology of Supermodernity" it's really interesting)
Rem Koolhaas also has a similar concept called Junkspaces, which are basically spaces that are born out of a capitalistic lifestyle, where everything is about selling and being bigger and more. Like malls and airports, and most big buildings. It's places that are empty, that tend to cut you off from the outside world and have no real connection to the users other than functionality. He also talked about the struggle of identity and city planning in Asian cities specifically in his essay "the generic city" and talks about how a lack of identity can lead to "empty" cities and this "urban sadness" op was talking about
For those of you that are wondering, please have one of the fiest pieces of radio comedy ever:
the first time i watched this i laughed so hard i nearly puked
Since I was 8 and found out about this for the first time my family has always followed up on someone saying “I don’t know,” with shouting “THIRD BASE”
This was such a classic skit. Proof that humour can be great and clean
all I wanna do,
is see you turn into,
a
The spiritual successor to Miette
I’ve been laughing at “you kick her body like the football?” for days.
Me, lightly nudging Mochi out of the way so I don’t drop a hot pan or something similarly dangerous on both of us: Kitty, Please.
Mochi: I A M S O C K N O W.
I HAD to know what Miette looked like and I was NOT disappointed
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HOW THE FUCK DID THIS GUY KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE…
you know, just your regular work week.
i want this to be the only news clip in existence for this time period a thousand years in the future.
fun facts!
Stuff like this really makes me wish we learned history chronologically instead of geographically. You know how cool this shit is? So much can happen all at once and we keep pretending like it doesn’t
Physics: More pencil tricks
i.e. why when you or someone else gets stabbed or impaled, you should leave the object in the wound until medical help arrives.
THIS. RIGHT HERE. This is an amazing example!!
If you take the thing out, they’re going to bleed a lot more.
SO. DONT.
News Flash from the Medical Help ™ — we don’t touch it either! Unless the object they’re impaled with is literally too big to fit in the ambulance, We. Don’t. Touch. The. Thing.
The only people qualified to Take-The-Thing-Out are surgeons. End of story.
Okay, but for the love of God, please, PLEASE, if you did, if you panicked and took the thing out…. DON’T…. PUT IT BACK IN.
Or else, congratulations, you just stabbed them AGAIN. I reeeeeally shouldn’t have to say this guys, but I do.
i feel like that last comment should be accompanied by a bill-wurtz-style jingle
every time people wake up and realize that wearing red eyeshadow is cool again i always see all these articles and tutorials that are like "how to wear red eyeshadow so you don't look like you just crawled out of your own grave" and i'm honestly shocked and appalled because if that's not the look you're going for then what is even the point
there's no "skill" or "technique" to wearing red eyeshadow okay you just smear that shit all over your eyelids with your fingers or a brush you bought at the dollar store if you're feeling especially luxurious like god and gerard way intended
here's a random word generator--whatever word it gives you is now the thing you are the deity of
OH MY GOD, I GUESS IM THE GOD OF TIGHT
Guys you're all in trouble.
God of Humanity... y'all better start behaving.
i see your ‘nowhere in the nursery rhyme does it say humpty dumpty was an egg’ and raise you ‘nowhere in the legendarium does tolkien say that elves have pointed ears’
Mary Shelley didn’t give the monster bolts.
Arthur Conan Doyle never put Holmes in a deer stalker (also “elementary my dear Watson” is never said in the books, and he doesn’t smoke a curved pipe)
There are boys at Beauxbatons and girls at Durmstrang schools
Edgar Allan Poe wrote the earliest essay on the big bang theory
fuck this site I thought the tv show for the briefest of seconds and the shit machine in my skull thought “quoth the raven ‘Bazongo”