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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Richard Louis “Dick” Proenneke was a naturalist who lived alone for nearly thirty years in the mountains of Alaska in a log cabin he had constructed by hand near the shore of Twin Lakes. Proenneke hunted, fished, raised and gathered his own food, and sometimes had supplies flown in. He documented his activities in journals and on film.
There’s an amazing documentary about Richard Proenneke entitled Alone In The Wilderness. (Here’s a clip from it)
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Joe.
Talk shit get hit.
best delivery of a verbal bitch slap in cinematic history.
I don’t understand why you would gif this scene but cut off the actual verbal bitch slap.
Viscount: [angrily] “Sir, you will find the word ‘fear’ is not in my vocabulary!”
Joe: [stonefaced] “Perhaps. But it’s in your eyes.”
Why did Fall Out Boy not make this an actual thing?
Pete’s vocals at the beginning are magical.
the harmonies oh m gy g od
THIS IS AMAZING
i have cHILLS
holy shIT
THE ECHO AFTER THE CHORUS IN THE BEGINNING????
The mashup you never thought would work
Congratu-fucking-lations.
I would pay so much to have this as a ringtone I’m not even joking.
Why?????
The face I made while listening to this was so visceral I had to draw it before reblogging it
@sillygooseface TORI I’M CRYING PLEASE LISTEN
Well. That was indeed a thing that happened.
@lindsayetumbls @elisaintime @nellachronism
(Would’ve been better with a different version of POTO but it’s irrevocably stuck in my head so…eh.)
@heytherepumpkin just trust me and press play
holy shit
@caligulette
They took all the pop music. And made the perfect pop song. I am in awe.
@nerdkru
holy shit. editing on point.
Even I, who generally is not a big fan of modern pop music, must admit that this is fantastic. Genius.
mAN THE CHILLS
This is mesmerizing to watch.
actually physically painful to watch because you know months were spent masking all those frames for each of the kajillions of transitions in this
Holy………..shmokes…….
Oh?? My god??
THis is fucking amazing
I lived and worked in a lighthouse at a previous job. There was a thick line painted in a circle around the shack where the fog signal was kept. The line represented how close you could get to the fog signal without experiencing physical harm in the form of eardrums shattering or worse.
Even in the house it was LOUD. Probably the loudest thing I have ever experienced but at a normal, predictable interval. You would begin to time your sentences with little pauses with the rest of the lighthouse crew so you would talk like this while making your………..HORN…………. tea and then carry on talking because you knew when it would go off. It rattled the walls and the dishes in our cabinet.
At least one girl had died there. They kept photos of her everywhere “in honor of her sacrifice” because she had decided to take the winter watch alone and died in a storm where bounders the size of mini vans had been lifted out of the ocean and left scattered across the island, to say nothing of the ice chunks. People weren’t allowed to be alone on the watch after that.
One day a dead moose washed up on shore and it took my entire crew all day but we managed to rig up a line to hang it up to dry because we thought having a moose skeleton in the house would really spice the living room up a bit. It did. Weird shit happens when six of you are left alone, like ALONE ALONE, no cell reception, no wifi, just a radio to contact the real world and not a lot of reason to do that. People don’t go on lighthouse jobs if they want to stay connected, I’ve found.
That said Id do it all again, I really do treasure those days
you know you could’ve just said “no they don’t have wifi” and that would’ve answered the question
But then you wouldnt have known about the moose
#What three hours of sun does to a nation
iceland’s two seasons: hibernation and mania
people are cowards about fantasy settings and not including some things in em. I get the aversion to not wanting too modern of tech, however dwarves would invent and fucking love metal folding chairs
They invented them as a weapon first then later discovered their use as a seating option
Not that that isn’t funny, but consider this:
Everything built by every other species is always *too high*. So they had to invent a small, portable folding ladder in order to avoid the embarrassment of having to ask for help.
Which was metal, obviously, for strength and durability and making it useful as an impromptu clubbing weapon.
And then one dwarf looked at his ladder one day, and thought “y’know, if I put a seat on this, it could do *three* things,”
Carrying around a folding chair would become a symbol of ambassador dwarves or adventurer dwarves. Some might even dispense of traditional weaponry since the folding chair is multi-use and doing so lightens packs
“My dad wanted me to bring an axe,” the young dwarf says. They rolls their eyes, adjusting the strap of their folding chair along their back. The sunlight gleams off its reinforced back. “Like, get with the times, you know?”
The chairs become more and more multipurpose, especially in their military. Before long, the chairs can serve as shields, shovels, workbenches, and other items that are usually too cumbersome to bring separately. They become known as Dwarf Army Chairs.
Every new function requires some new innovation to make it work. Dwarves become well known for their durable, tiny hinges, seamless welds, and impeccable forges, even moreso than before.
Eventually opening a Dwarf Army Chair to the desired tool becomes akin to solving a puzzle box. Dwarves develop the new reputation of being exceedingly clever and tricky which baffles them since they’re not doing anything differently.
“I only asked you to set up the work bench,” the dwarf says, baffled. They look between the party leader and the ten foot catapult set up in the middle of the clearing. “We can’t prepare dinner on that.”
The party leader, sweating and outraged, laughs without humor. “Really?! You don’t think so?!”
The dwarf’s brow furrows. “No,” they say slowly, “because that’s a catapult.”
The party leader’s scream echoes through the woods. Luckily, when the scream attracts a winged beast, they already have a catapult set up to take care of it.
My dad was an aviation engineer and used to spray paint his tools the most obnoxious hot pink he could find. Not only did it make it easy to find his tools, but the amount of guys who wanted to use them went down drastically, and they always made sure to bring them back to my dad so they wouldn’t be caught with pink tools.
My dad always got a kick out if it, and to this day a good chunk of his tools at home are a beautiful shade of hot pink.
Use toxic masculinity against itself
The masculine urge to become a mountain man. Only come off the mountain twice a year to get supplies. Farm and harvest and hunt and build everything else. Talk to myself constantly. Stop coming into town for a few years after the age of 76. The sheriff finally comes up to check on me and finds the door to my shack wide open and my skeletonized body lying in bed, tucked up under the covers. They all forgot my name so they just put ‘Mountain Man’ on my tombstone. Shack left to decay but I’m not quite done having fun. My ghost lures lost hikers in and makes them keep me company. They come off the mountain rambling about the crazy old man in the hand hewn log cabin with fire in his eyes and leaves on the floor. I was alone in life but I don’t want to be lonely in death.
Whew guys sorry about that! Had a funny turn for a moment. Back to normal now.
are evil dragons really evil, or are they just vitamin D deficient?
So Prismo got recast in the Fionna and Cake show cuz Kumail Nanjiani's agents didn't let him know the crew was trying to get him back to reprise the role
I remember back in 2011 there was a little flap caused when Weird Al put out his song “Perform This Way” for free online because Lady Gaga had denied permission to put it on his album (permission he never needed, but always got anyway). He’d been asked to supply not just lyrics but a recorded version before being denied, hence putting it out online. Fans of both artists were surprised and upset by this news.
One Weird Al fan who was massively surprised by all this was Stefani Germanotta, better known as Lady Gaga. It turns out that her manager had been the one handling the situation and never actually played the song for her. She quickly OK’ed it, and the song was still the lead-off single for the Alpocalypse.
And just makes me wonder how many of these “we actually asked but your team said no without consulting you” things happen.
This also reminds me of the Gary Larson/Jane Goodall thing, where Gary Larson (the guy who does “The Far Side”, of “Cow Tools” fame) put out the following comic:
TLDR version: The Jane Goodall Institute was not amused, and bugged Larson to pull it from publication… But Goodall herself saw it when she got back from the research trip she’d been on, thought it was HILARIOUS, and let the PR people who made the decision HAVE IT for giving him grief about it without consulting her first, before giving Larson the go-ahead herself; as a result, it got to go back into print. She even signed a copy of it for him!
One of my favorite stories, tbh.
I have heard of MANY similar stories. Especially since the strikes began. It turns out that many actors want to do indie movies, and ask their reps about it. The indie movies want them, and contact the reps. The reps refuse and never tell the actors about it.
I have also seen a situation where an author of colour wanted a certain director of colour to adapt her book, and the director also wanted to adapt the book, and both asked their agents to contact the other side… both agents returned, over and over again, for YEARS, with “refusals” from the other party. Only when they met at an event and both hesitatingly broached the subject did they find out the truth.
The Goodall story is slightly more complicated than that.
Larson got a scathing letter from the Jane Goodall society. He sent an apology, and that was that, until a few years later, when National Geographic was doing an issue dedicated to Dr. Goodall. They asked Larson if they could use the comic and he went "I would ordinarily say yes, but she was pissed about it." And they went "we know her better than that. We'll call her," and called her. And she said "hold on I have to scream at someone but yes, I freakin' loved it."
I love that when you're famous enough you don't have time to make all your own social drama through easily-avoided misunderstandings, you can hire people to fuck up your social life for you.
yr locked in a room alone with three adult men but you feel perfectly safe. who are they
I mean, I feel safe from them but I’m suddenly EXTREMELY worried about what shenanigans I’ve stumbled into
I’d be fairly confident they weren’t going to hurt ME, but I’d be worried about the structural integrity of the area we’re trapped in.
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