I have reposted this before but I am always impressed by how well-thought out every spot is. There is no good place to sit. “Oh, Eomer’s cool, I’ll sit with him” but then you will have to listen to Gollum and Bilbo the entire flight. “I’ll sit with Sam!” Pippin and Merry will be turning around the entire flight to talk to him. Sure, you can sit with Elrond, but you’re going to deal with him staring down Aragorn and Arwen. You may love Legolas and Gimli, but will you love sitting BETWEEN them? Just when you see a spot that seems okay, somewhere behind or across the aisle is a terrible option. This is so good. No good seats on the LOTR plane
no i think 17 looks good
No no here’s my cunnng plan. I sit next to Sam and then immediately frodo will want to sit next to Sam and I will offer to trade with him. And then I get the entire two-seater to myself.
I don’t care if I get banned from Delta Airlines, I’m taking seat #1 and rawing the Balrog for eight and a half hours and that’s everyone else’s Problem.
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though. He will not see me stopping here, Between the crosses row on row In Flanders fields.
We are the Dead. Short days ago, A screaming comes across the sky. In the poison’d entrails throw! Where the bee sucks, there suck I, In Flanders fields.
Yesterday upon the stair, I wandered lonely as a cloud. My head was bloody but unbowed. What costume shall the poor girl wear In Flanders fields?
A poem lovely as a tree— Who am I to disagree?— Is but a dream within a dream. I have no mouth and I must scream In Flanders fields.
A B C D E F G H I J K LMNOP. All the rest have thirty-one. Beware the Jubjub bird and shun The Lady of Shallott.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep. Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.” Oh well, whatever, never mind. In Flanders fields.
Goths aren’t “true to seed” in the sense that the biological offspring of two goths do not necessarily grow up to be goth, though inheriting the inclination for it from both parents increases the odds significantly. That is not how goths naturally reproduce.
The process is actually quite sophisticated, and requires the presence of a full-grown goth to trigger it. A pupal-stage proto-goth, at this point completely indistinguishable from any other small human child, only needs to encounter a mature specimen once - and while the initial imprinting that ensues will only take seconds, the incubation period often takes more than a decade, even several.
The first visible step of the transformation is triggered when the dormant goth suddenly gains awareness that they have free will and can do whatever they want with their appearance. While the progress may be gradual, or seem like the transformation happened all at once overnight, the initial seed was planted years ago. And now, in full bloom, a fully-fledged mature adult goth may finally be happy.
And that’s why it’s important to sometimes look goth as fuck in the grocery store. You might be seen by small child who had previously hoped to die before adulthood because everything they’ve heard about becoming a grownup is just pure misery, who will then consequently think to themselves “actually nevermind, that’s what I want to be when I grow up.”
One of the many benefits of being weird in public is possibly saving – and definitely improving – a stranger’s life without ever knowing.
For Traitor: neck retraction exercise. While lying in bed with your head flat against the mattress, give yourself the biggest double chin you can. Repeat 10 times.
For Jackass: stop hiking your shoulders up to your ears. This is pretty much a stress thing, it’s human instinct to protect our neck when we’re under stress so that predators can’t get at it. Easiest way to do that is be elevating the shoulders, so. Periodically take not of where your shoulders are at.
Absolute Fuckwaffle: stretch out your chest. The rhomboids on the back work to keep our shoulder blades back, so when we’re hunched forward they are constantly straining to do their job. Unfortunately it’s not as simple as telling you to stand up straight, since our pectorals get chronically tight and prevent us from doing so. Step one: pectoral stretches. Hold for at least 20 seconds.
Asshole: Superman exercises. Like the rhomboids, the ESGs are straining against the slump. Stretching the chest will help them, too, but then you e got to strengthen your back. Do 20 of those per day.
Feeling dirty and grimy for extended periods of time is extremely draining on the mental well-being of humans. Psychological studies prove it is detrimental to our self-esteem and contentment. And no wonder; we are animals–homo sapiens, a kind of ape–that instinctively places high importance on personal grooming. Like monkeys and cats and birds in a zoo, one of the best ways to make us feel sad … is to make us feel gross to ourselves.
So here’s an easy saying from my therapist/zookeeper:
“If you feel like you hate the world, eat something.
If you feel like the world hates you, get some sleep.
If you feel like you hate yourself, take a shower.
You will probably feel much better.”
Do all three at once to become the perfect life form
yeah actually this was a very literal piece of vent art bc i got a notification about cheese recalls while making dinner :’) might as well add the info since i didnt expect so many people to share my doodle
As always here, this is talking about the actual disorder OCD, not the “I’m so quirky and organized! I like things to be clean!” traits that sometimes get jokingly called OCD.
