Wonderful World

of the Mango.

[animalcrossingoldhorizons]

As soon as I step off my NookInc flight to a deserted island:

[kairisk]

my mantra for the new year, let’s get it

[baoshan-sanren]

all of Baoshan Sanren’s pupils who left the mountain and met terrible ends were too pure and too good for the rest of the world, and that’s the tea. this is why she didn’t want them to leave, and once they were gone, she didn’t want them back, because it was too painful to see how the world had mistreated and tormented them

can you imagine how she felt when Xiao Xingchen showed up with Song Zichen insisting she take his eyes and give them to his soulmate? Xiao Xingchen, her beautiful gentle-hearted pupil whose compassion knew no bounds, who left the mountain because he just wanted to do good in the world, coming back to her and begging she slice off parts of him to heal others 

how it must have hurt her to comply with Xiao Xingchen’s request, knowing that this terrible sacrifice would have never been required of him if he only hadn’t left her protection. I can’t help but think how she must have seen Song Zichen as someone unworthy of her pupil’s devotion, especially after he lashed out, blaming Xingchen for Xue Yang’s deeds, as if Zichen himself wasn’t the one who originally crossed paths with Xue Yang, dooming them both

sometimes I think of her, sitting on her mountain, and being able to feel the lives of her best and brightest pupils extinguishing like dying stars in the sky, and I wanna cry 

because in the end, we’re all Baoshan Sanren, trying to hold on to everything we love so tightly, because the world is a terrible place and will never appreciate what we give it 

[anistarrose]

Alex Hirsch conducting the most vital of research

[wonderfulworldmango]

B-52: Brownie sees the glass as half full, I see it as half empty.

B-52: That's why we make a good team.

B-52: Vodka, on the other hand, just drinks right out of the bottle.

B-52: Napoleon wonders why it has to be a glass.

B-52: ...And Eclair usually breaks the glass by putting his feet up on the table.

[catchymemes]

[southernteddybear-deactivated20]

🤣🤣🤣

[coolcurrybooks-deactivated20230]

Science fiction and fantasy isn’t just a white people thing! I’ve talked about some of these books before, but here’s a new slide show entirely for SFF authors of color. Also, I was only doing one book per author. Lots of these authors have multiple books. And like it says at the end, there’s even more SFF books by authors of color but fitting everything in one post would be an impossible task.

Also, could you please not rec white authors on this post? Even if they’ve written a book starring a person of color. I want this post to be focused around the work of authors of color. 

Links to more info about the books beneath the cut. 

Keep reading

[studentlifeproblems]

[vikinglanguage]

What it's like to live and work with 6 people of 5 different nationalities and none of you is a native English speaker

- desperately trying to explain to another coworker that your Bangladeshi flatmate is saying "pea shells" and not "bee shells" ("pea pods, du ved, ærte... skræller..? Ærtebælge!“)

- Tunisian guy says a French word. Everyone understands. French guy says "it's the same in English"

- you forget the English word for strainer. You know it in German. Only your Austrian flatmate understands what you're talking about.

- "according to my high school diploma I speak B1 French"

- Austrian forgets the English word for fork, but remembers it in Danish.

- "I don't have the name in English" *tells us what an animal is called in Latin*

- 0 out of 6 people can remember what broom is called in English

- "fucking... she's trying to kill me" – our Frenchman after tripping over the dishwasher

- *accidentally speaks Danish to non-Danish flatmate* *starts to say something in English to my family* *is spoken to in English by Danish flatmate*

- I tell the Frenchman to write leverpostej om the shopping list. He looks at me like he's dead inside and writes pâté

- no one knows how to spell

- "what gender is apple in German?" "is book neuter or common gender in Danish?" *calls an inanimate object he or she* "what's the plural of hus? Huser?"

- What are gendered genitive pronouns? I mean, who really knows? Not the French speakers, that's for sure!

- everyone speaks 2 languages, most at least kind of speak 3.

- my English gets worse for every day that passes

-translating jokes from your native language to English makes for the best anti jokes. "A dwarf walks into a bar and the bartender asks him 'Do you play cards?' 'No, I was born this way,' the dwarf answers"

- Austrian: "ti, tyve..... uhhhh..... fyrre, halvtreds, tres, halvfjerds.... fjers?? ..... ...?????? hundred."

- "can you hand me the... Uhh... You know the, the thingy!" "The what?" "THE BOWL!"

- "You can't name your child Valdemar, that's the guy from Harry Potter!"

- I try to speak German and my Austrian roommate tells me that my accent is cute because I speak the hard German sounds so softly

- Frenchman imitates really bad French accent and it's hilarious

- someone thought the Austrian was Scottish because she rolls her r's

- "Share a coke with... Vendire... Veninerere..." "Veninderne" "Please tell me that's not a name" "It's means female friends"

- Høkeren -> hookeren

- *French speakers forget to pronounce an h*

- there's a heated discussion about whether or not some penguins can fly. The argument immediately dissolves as it is revealed that in French auks are called penguins.

- you learn to never correct people unless they ask you to or you literally do not understand what they're saying

- you translate an idiom from your own language into English. It's the same in one of the other languages, but not in English. No one questions it.

- you borrow a flatmate's Netflix. All the titles are in a language you don't speak. FRIENDS is dubbed in German, so you turn on sous-titres. They're in Bangla.

- "Santa Claus surprise", the Frenchman cheerfully says about secret santa

- you try to talk about knitting with your roommates but you don't know any of the proper terms in English. They try to talk about crotcheing in turn, but they don't even know what that's called.

- you have to disassemble the couch, so you send your roommate to get the tools for doing that. You never talk about the tools of which you don't know the names, but she brings the right ones regardless.

- you say a sentence and someone repeats it back to you, mispronouncing one of the words because they're certain you mispronounced it

- you somehow manage to hold a conversation in two languages at once

[headspace-hotel]

i don’t know why anyone has to feel insecure about their bodies, when objectively, humans are all freakish horrors. Every last one of us. Hairless, fleshy, gangly beasts walking upright straight as a tree with bony tentacles on the ends of our limbs. 

you have a hole in your face full of sharp bones and you’re worried that your belly is a little squishy 

[headspace-hotel]

broke: all bodies are beautiful! 

woke: all bodies are made of warm meat wrapped around wet bones with blood-plump organs stuffed inside. rad 

[fall1ngfeather]

Actually, your face isn’t filled with sharp bones! Bones are derived from the mesoderm, one of three tissue layers in very early embryonic development that diversify into all of the organs in the body. Teeth on the other hand, come from the ectoderm. So congrats! Your face isn’t filled with sharp bones- it’s filled with sharp skin! Have fun!

[headspace-hotel]

I HATE that

[transparentduckbird]

『囀る鳥は羽ばたかない The clouds gather』/ PV

[souryellows]

when i was in like third grade i went to this science camp and one night at campfire they told us a story about a ufo crashing into a lake nearby and then later in the middle of the night they woke us all up and told us the aliens were back and this time they’d laid eggs in the woods !! it was our duty to arm ourselves and go destroy the eggs, so we armored up in tinfoil and shaving cream ( ????? ) and marched into the woods ready to save the planet. the ‘eggs’ were whole watermelons hidden around the camp and we had to smash them open on trees and rocks and eat the alien fetus/watermelon goo as fast as possible. i cannot emphasis enough the raw joy of digging into a watermelon with your bare hands and stuffing it into your face in the middle of the night in the woods, barely taking time to chew so that you can save the planet from hostile aliens, and i think i became the person i am because of that night.

[bogleech]

me as a camp councelor

[catchymemes]

The Dad Tax

[catchymemes]

[catchymemes]

https://www.instagram.com/unfinstory/

[catchymemes]

Credit: @Unifins

[littlebearblues]

[wayfindingheart]

I’m sure this was meant to be a joke, but I actually think this is a great summary of why the untitled goose game is so therapeutic. I don’t know about you guys, but somewhere along the way in the course of learning to be a good person, I internalized the idea that if I ever caused problems for other people in any way, no matter how small or insignificant, that meant I was failing at being the best person I could be. Let me say that again: inconveniencing other people, even in minor ways, meant I was failing. It meant I wasn’t Good, and oh, how I have always longed to be Good. I know I’m not the only one; that’s why this poem resonates so deeply with so many people. Just, huge swathes of the population grew up believing that our job on this earth was to be small and subservient and avoid getting in the way, and the idea that maybe we don’t have to always do that is genuinely revolutionary.

And then there comes this game where the entire point is to be as horrible and irritating as humanly (goosely?) possible. The game creates to-do lists based on annoying the human residents of the town; you are rewarded for making a nuisance of yourself in entertaining ways. These to-do lists are filled with 100% pointless tasks that don’t put any good into the world and exist solely to entertain the player, and the only way to advance in the game is to complete them. The game prioritizes the goose’s interests, and therefore the player’s, over absolutely everything else, and requires that the player do the same even when there isn’t a “good reason” to. Like, do I need to make that guy spit out his tea? No. But I’m going to anyway because it’s on my to-do list and it’s funny. I don’t think anything else in the world has encouraged me to put myself first like that.

And the other thing is, this game demonstrates that even if you make it your life’s mission to be as much of a minor nuisance to those around you as humanly possible, at the end of the day, it’s going to be alright. The woman will reset the bell. The man will pour himself another cup of tea. Life will go on for the entire village, even with an annoying goose running around ruining everybody’s day. And like, as frustrated as the villagers get, none of them are ever really sincerely mad at you. They yell sometimes, and they’ll chase you down to get their stuff back, but then once they’ve restored their personal equilibrium, they pretty much just leave you alone to go about your Important Goose Business. You’re a goose, after all. Geese being annoying is, at the end of the day, part of what reassures us that the world is still turning on its axis as it should.

I’m not saying that we should all go out and start messing with each other for no reason. What I am saying is that maybe it’s not such a huge deal if we annoy each other a little bit now and again, in the course of going about our own days. Maybe it doesn’t make us bad people if we are occasionally inconvenient for those around us. For a lot of folks that may seem obvious, but for some of us, it’s really not.

I don’t know if any of this was intentional on the part of the developers, and I almost think it’s better if it wasn’t. But when I play this game, I get three lessons out of it: put yourself first; don’t sweat the small stuff; and, most importantly, you do not have to be Good. It is okay to sometimes, instead, be Goose.

[toastoat]

[abnormalpsychology]

H o n c

[desire-vogue]

[americanwizarding]

These pumps, crafted by Mexican designer Lucita Abarca, caused quite a stir at a recent Sixth Borough fashion show. These crystalline high-heels were grown by Wyrm’s Pass artisans, deep below the Rocky Mountains, using a mixture of firebird ash, waters from the springs at Paradiso, and a variety of secret ingredients, rumored to include Australian fire opals and powdered moonstone. The result of using the firebird ash become immediately recognizable when the heel of the shoe is dragged backward across any dry surface, as it creates an impressive streak of magical fire which can be accurately aimed with a little effot. Ms. Abarca said she wanted a shoe that made a statement, and that statement was “Any bastardo brujo catcalling me on La Plaza de Sangre better be ready to dose his huevos, you know?” 

[freshmouthgoddess]

Look the shoes to complete my death goddess look

[kurtwagnermorelikekurtwagnerd]

it's 2022. donald trump has died in disgrace days after being impeached and jailed. my chemical romance's new album is coming out the same day as the new spiderverse movie. the lizzo and janelle monaé collab song is blowing up the radio. lil nas x has a verse in it. you and your partner have time and energy for dates after work after jeff bezos' assets have been seized and distributed to the public in the wake of his arrest for keeping employees in unsafe working conditions.

[baconis42]

oh what a life

[dee-the-red-witch]

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