But i don’t suspect, i’m sure!
Look at this, in first place:
Now, look at this:
That’s “Paul Mounet”, a french actor, who “died” in 1922.
His body never was found.
Then, look at this:
An unknown man, painted in 1530 by Parmigianino.
Just to finish:
That’s Keanu Reeves, traveling through time in a phone box.
Do i need to say ANYTHING else?
I have no idea who this guy is (beyond actor) but XD This was an amusing post.
… … … KRISTEN.
WHAT THE FUCK!
“It’s like this: you’re born into a world where, upon maturity, everyone gets a pet elephant which is invisible to everyone but themselves. Society is structured around the needs of peoples’ elephants. People talk about the elephants and their foibles incessantly. The mass media includes the elephants in every story ever as major plot points. Until you hit the age where you get your own elephant, you can’t see them, but you’re assured that you’ll get your own when you grow up and then you’ll understand everything. So you grow up, you reach the Age of Elephant Acquisition, and… no elephant. You infer that elephants exist–after all, people keep insisting they must, and people your age have started talking about their elephants and how wonderful and interesting they are, and also people with fairly unusual elephants are willing to do truly baffling things for the elephants’ sake. Probably, you think, the elephants exist, but you’re not sure, because you’ve never experienced anything that seems like an elephant of your own, and couldn’t it be possible that this is some sort of elaborate plot or mass delusion or something? But people keep insisting that the elephants are totally real, and everyone else your age has started talking about how their elephants are doing. And you’re seriously the only one who is confused by the elephants thing, so you maybe try to casually bring it up–maybe you sort of try to ask people how their elephants look in casual conversation, because it’s possible that you do have an elephant and you just haven’t noticed! Possibly they are in fact very small and hard to see, but they cause a lot of mischief! After all, sometimes funny rustling things happen around you, too, just like they do to people who do have elephants. So you try to ask around, in case it’s something that you can miss, or you’re not interpreting things right, and you look very hard for things that can be interpreted as being sort of vaguely elephantine. But when you do ask them, people give you funny looks and treat you as if you’re stupid for asking, because duh they know what an elephant looks like. Everyone has one! All you have to do is look, it’s not like they’re hard to see! You see how this can become frustrating. Eventually you assume you are, in fact, different and not just unobservant, and try to construct the image of what an elephant looks like so that you can understand properly. But no one who has one will sit down with you and answer your questions and help you understand, even if you’re really stubborn and you ask a lot of people a lot of questions. You end up having to construct your understanding of the elephant from tiny snippets, little bits of information you can coax out of normal people before they get aggravated and change the subject. And of course everyone emphasizes different parts of what the elephant is, because everyone is different and thinks about things differently, and you have to try to pick at the distortions as best you can. That’s what it’s like, being asexual and trying to define sexual attraction on its own. Or being aromantic-ish, and trying to define how romance works. I suppose being agender and trying to suss out gender identity is similar, and I bet there’s other parallels to make. The thing is: you don’t have something, and you’re trying to understand how it works, and no one who says they understand will try very hard to teach you what it’s like.”
MINOR POTTERMORE SPOILER INVOLVED
Okay, so if you read all the wandlore on Pottermore one of the things you find out is that the name of the Japanese magic school is “Mahoutokoro”. This is literally just Japanese for “magic place”. I kind of like that, it’s simple and straightforward.
And I started wondering what the students there would be like, and since the place seems to be going for a very simple straightforward style I wondered if the students wouldn’t just be called “Mahoushounen” and “Mahoushoujo” (magical boys and magical girls).
And then I thought, “lol mahoushoujo” because, of course, Mahou Shoujo is a genre of anime and manga….
…and then I thought… what if… ?
What if in Japan in the past young witches, being kept to a strict protocol of dress (stricter than their male peers) were made to often change clothes for different duties and occasions, both when fighting and learning defense, when studying, when attending formal occasions, when at home. And some clever witch out there, realizing how much of a hassle this was, invented a spell to allow young women to quickly change clothes. Initially it was a very simple spell with nothing fancy about it. But as it spread it became something of a fashion to elaborate on spell, adding all kinds of bells and whistles to the change to make it into a bit of an entrance. And as this fashion took hold, young women started making excuses for themselves to change outfits more often than before, creating a variety of personas for themselves just for the excuse to show off their own versions of the spell.
And what if, either because it was witnessed or because Japan was more lax with the International Statute of Secrecy or because some witches and wizards also did some work in the muggle world, this iconic image of school-aged women changing clothes in fantastic ways and then setting out to use their amazing magical powers worked its way into the muggle consciousness as well, and these young women, these “Mahoushoujo” became their own genre of muggle storytelling.
And now, pragmatism and feminism both being more prevalent among young witches, this magical clothing transformation has long since gone out of fashion among actual Mahoushoujo students of Mahoutokoro, and the Magical Girl genre of anime is looked upon with embarrassment and derision, the way one might look upon another culture having created an entire genre of media out of the popularity of mullets or beehives.
This is my headcanon forever and ever until Rowling Josses it.
This is my other blog, my Pottermore blog, because I didn’t feel like invading your dashes. But I love this headcanon, so I’m reblogging it here.
The End of Dieting (via fatgirlposing)
This needs more notes.
And we’ve had this information since the mid 1940s. That’s seventy years of science behind the inefficacy of dieting.
I was in Bojangles, which is a fast food restaurant in the South, last night. I overheard a table over from me having this conversation. Keep in mind, everybody was well over 60 and had Southern accents.
Elder Lady: Ya know, Marie doesn’t exactly look like a boy, but Joyce says that’s what she is now. Well, I guess I shouldn’t call her she, I shouldn’t even call her Marie. She *chuckle* I mean he goes by Matt now.
Elder Gentleman: That ain’t right. Joyce needs to teach that girl that that ain’t right. Don’t they go to church?
Elder Lady: Roy, you listen to me. That child is finally happy. Do you remember the last time you saw h-him really happy? Isn’t that’s all that’s important? Joyce raised her a Christian and that’s all that counts. Every child is beautiful in God’s eyes. It’s time you accepted that.
Elder Gentleman: Well damn.
Elder Lady: Now you better be nice to that child, I can’t imagine how hard it must be.
After about 20 seconds silence,
Elder Gentleman: I guess I could take her fishin’ sometime if she’s gonna insist on being a boy now.
Elder Lady: That’s him, Roy.
Then the woman smacked him on the side of the head and the whole table laughed. My town is small and full of “bible-thumpers.” Hearing this gave me hope that people are finally starting to be more accepting here, and that hopefully people won’t have to hide anymore.
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STOP MAKING ME CRY AT THE REFERENCE DESK.
I MEAN IT.
STOP IT RIGHT. NOW.