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random-nintendo-gamer said:
Can you sing Uptown Funk in a Goofy voice please?
uptown goof you up
Hetalia fandom is just like Prussia
Everyone say it’s dying but hey! .. it’s still there.
Messing around all the time and fighting for nothing
Pls, reblog if you think it too Peace
Do you ever read a really weird fanfiction and you feel like you just need to
disturbing picture of Prussia
Meanwhile in the USSR
Russia: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just wanna know.
Ukraine: I did. I broke it…
Russia: No. No, you didn’t. Belarus?
Belarus: Don’t look at me. Look at Lithuania.
Lithuania: What? I didn’t break it.
Belarus: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Lithuania: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
Belarus: Suspicious.
Lithuania: No, it’s not!
Moldova: If it matters, probably not… Estonia was the last one to use it.
Estonia: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
Moldova: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Estonia: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Moldova!
Ukraine: Alright let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Russia.
Russia: No. Who broke it?
Belarus, whispering: Brother, Latvia has been awfully quiet…
Latvia: Really?!
Belarus: Yeah, really!
…
Russia: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
Why do you all still make england out to be some boy with a stick up his ass all the time look at this.
my name is max and i hate aph england and also hetalia
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Talked with @ask-risorgimento-italy about nation conscious and nation death last night, and here’s kind of my take on it. They are people, but there’s something different simmering underneath.
Richard Crafus, a giant of a man known as King Dick, was a notorious inmate who ruled a block in Dartmoor Prison in the early 19th century. Few in Britain have heard of him, and fewer still know of his extraordinary contribution to British theatre.
It is thanks to this American “gangster-turned-theatre impresario” – and his fellow inmates of Prison Four – that the first all-black productions of Shakespeare were staged in Britain in 1814, according to Simon Mayo, who has made one of those productions central to his novel Mad Blood Stirring.
i spent two years making asia just to make this map. oh my god. the tag list couldnt get longer oh my god
kirkland-bonnefoy
i tried to redraw a painting 😭
the original is queen victoria, prince albert and their children
[Not all German regions were exactly…. Prussia-friendly, but Ludwig obviously wasn’t the smartest child and already the sole member of the Prussia-fanclub. The gents in the last panel from left to right are Bavaria, the Rhineland, and Württemberg.
Credit for the designs for Baden and Württemberg goes to @ask-thesouthwest! Thank you for letting me use them!]
a babey germ and his big brother bavaria
i was gonna draw more babies but i’m so weary.
i redesigned my ocs bavaria saxony and hesse the other day and here’s the final result. they’re a crazy happy family :]
you know what I want? I want some Germanic family stuff. Liechtenstein acting like the big sis she actually is towards Germany. Saxony, Bavaria, Hesse and Prussia fighting over who Germany likes best. Switzerland being on the verge to slamming his head against the next wall, because he just can’t believe he is related to these idiots. Austria being is passive agressive asshole self towards everyone (expect Liechtenstein), but deep down he really cares for them and has not so secret baking sessions with Germany.
Or family meetings with the Nordics and Benelux (and sometimes England) which start rather awkward, but end up being really funny and with a lot of beer.
And Germania up in heaven wondering where the hell all these children come from.
I see a lot of people who tell young people–especially young people who are heading into college–that they should “do what they love.” And they’re right. You should do what you love.
But there’s a world of difference between doing what you love for you, and doing what you love for a paycheck.
I went to undergrad for graphic design and 3-D design–art and more art, I usually say–and I loved it. You know what I didn’t love? Trying to collect my fees from clients. Trying to meet unrealistic, over-simplified or over-specific briefs from people who didn’t know what they were talking about. Coming home, having worked creatively all day, with no creative juice left for the things I wanted to do.
You know what I would tell you instead? Do something that you can be interested in, with people you like.
You don’t have to love it. Loving your work can be a lot, and it often means you have to live in your job 24/7. Some people can do that. Not everyone can, or should. But if you can find work that’s interesting enough that it doesn’t feel tedious, and people you can enjoy spending your 9-5 with, and you can make money, that’s great! It means you can do the things you love for you.
I’m in law school now. It’s interesting work, and difficult, and I like doing it. I like how complicated it gets, and I like the stories it tells. But I don’t come home and read law journals for fun. I come home, and I sculpt, and I draw, and I paint, and I read. I do these things for me.
And I love it.
Hey, do you have any spare flower pots I could have?
seems like i do not have any to spare! ^J^
准也
wishing someone a happy birthday in advance is considered to be bad luck in germany so imagine aph germany and aph prussia always freaking out whenever someone wishes them a happy early birthday like “omfg u little shit don’t curse me/my brother to fucking death”
Since you're also German you probably understand what I mean, when I say: Imagine aph Germany with dialects! Like Plattdeutsch-speaking fisher!Germany or Kölsch-speaking!Germany at the Karneval. I'm so in love with the idea that he can speak all German-German dialects, but doesn't really understand Switzerland or Liechtenstein. :D
siGN ME THE FUCK UP!! Or Germany with a bavarian dialect, accompanied by Prussia with a berliner accent or a fucking saxon dialect or various prussian dialects ahhh omfg ;;;
Marianne’s Kisses 😘 💕💋
I relate to this so much.
“On the negative side, studies show that some former military brats struggle to develop and maintain deep, lasting relationships, and can feel like outsiders to U.S. civilian culture. The transitory lifestyle can hinder potential for constructing concrete relationships with people and developing emotional attachments to specific places.”
“Although neither a clearly negative or positive trait, studies also show that many adult military brats report difficulty settling down in one geographic location and also report a desire to move (relocate) every few years, many adult military brats call this "the itch”.“
"A significant percentage of Military brats report difficulty in forming strong relations with people or places, but very often do form strong connections with (or in some cases aversion to) the notion of a military base and the communities in which they find themselves. This is because the knowledge, experience, values, ideas, attitudes, skills, tastes, and techniques that are associated with the military can sometimes differ from civilian culture.”
“The comfort, or sense of restriction, (or both) that can be found on military bases is not limited to the physical trappings, but can be fortified via some of the consistent rituals common to them. When moving around the world, these rituals can help brats feel at home in their new community. Even though the faces and geography change, the "base” can remain recognizable because the rituals are often uniform.“
"Recent studies show that, although brats move on average every 3 years, they do not grow accustomed to moving. The constantly changing environment and openness to others has a price. Rather than develop problem-solving skills, there is a temptation to simply leave a problem without resolving it. If a person does not like somebody or gets into a fight, they know that in a few years somebody will move and the problem will disappear.”
“As adults, military brats sometimes try to reunite with their brat heritage. A recent study, "Military Brats: Issues and Associations in Adulthood,” identified several reasons why some military brats, as adults, seek out brat organizations. Military Brats can feel a “sense of euphoria” when they discover that other brats share the same feelings and emotions. According to the study, brats share a bond with one another through common experiences that transcends race, religion, and nationality.“
Is being a manager like being in an ongoing group project where you can kick the freeloaders?
:)!
am so out of practice…but anw. it’s been ages since i doodled mexico and one of her mums aka mexica who led the triple alliance/the aztec empire.
Linked Universe Fanfictions
I fell in love with @jojo56830‘s @linkeduniverse AU and started to write fanfiction of it. Here’s a masterpost to keep track of it. “Fright” is standalone, with everything else following a narrative. As I write more, I’ll add them to this list. Word counts in parens. Enjoy!
Fright (1537)
Chapter 1: The Cave pt 1 (1105)
Chapter 2: The Cave pt 2 (1284)
Chapter 3: The Beach pt 1 (1471)
Chapter 4: The Beach pt 2 (2143)
Chapter 5: Smoke (1600)
Chapter 6: Fire (4855)
Chapter 7: Ashes (1829)
Chapter 8: Time for the Truth (2270)
Chapter 9: Can We Get Back to Adventuring, Please? (1275)
Southwestern Gothic
- you’re on a lonely stretch of the freeway and running out of gas. you come up on a small town and exit. you spend an hour looking for a gas station. there are homes, a grocery store, a dentist, but no gas station.
- you’re ten miles out of a sizable town. you drive around a bend in the mountain and come upon a row of stalls. you walk up to one. behind a table covered in intricate beaded jewelry and beautiful stones sits a smiling Navajo woman. you comment on her work. she nods but doesn’t speak.
- you’re hiking. the sun is baking the back of your neck, and the ground beneath your feet slowly changes from brown to yellow to red and back again. you feel thirsty constantly, and every thirty or so feet a tower of perfectly stacked sandstone rocks tells you you’re going in the right direction.
- it’s night, and you’ve been dragged by your friends to a place the locals call “the narrows”, a slit in a canyon barely wide enough to walk through, horizontally. there’s a rock wall pressed to your back, sandstone beneath your cheek, and air leaving your lungs. you look up at the sliver of black speckled sky and breath.
- you’ve been driving for three hours and have three to go. you don’t expect to see anything for miles, but you come up over a hill and out of nowhere a town appears. you pass old rusty trucks, a church with a crumbling marque, stores with broken windows, and houses with doors that move with the wind. a ghost town is being born.
- the air is hot, the skies are a stormy gray, and rain would feel cleansing to the dry ground beneath your feet. but it’s not going to rain. you know it’s not. To your west the mountain flickers red and orange, clouds rising from the wreckage into the swirling sky.
- you’re standing just in the shadow of a cliff, eyes glued to the structure in front of you. it’s a building, moulded like pottery from clay clinging to the cliff face. they’ve been her for centuries, weathering the desert, abandoned, and they still don’t know why.
- someone needs to pee. you all pile out of the car, and move the the edge of the road. you stare nervously at the sparse but paradoxically thick grass. Anything could be in there. gophers, lizards, crickets, rattlesnakes… you watch your friend anxiously as they step into the brush, then glance at your feet, praying you don’t learn what’s out there.
- it’s late, you’ve got fast food wrappers in your lap and the air outside is finally cooling. you’re driving out of the city, prepared for the next leg of your journey. you see a motel, the vacancy sign flickering, the song hotel california playing on the radio. you speed away.
- the air is different. you can feel the change in pressure. you watch the skies anxious, ready to smell the rain, and the desert when it rains. clouds roll in. the sky is black. but something is wrong. the air is too tense, charged, not rain you realize. lightning crashes on the mountains, thunder seconds behind, and the around you crackles.
- they call it goblin valley. hundreds of “hoodoos” cover the valley floor in different shapes and sizes. during the day it’s like a playground. but you came at night. it has one of the darkest night skies in the world. you stare up at hundreds of thousands of stars, but it always feels like there is someone watching you.
Science of everyday life: 5 essential reads
by Maggie Villiger
One of best things about my job as a science editor is that any crazy idea I start wondering about – whether triggered by something I see on my commute, a current event that’s in the news, or best of all a conversation with my young kids – I can call up an expert and ask her or him to break it down for me, and you.
It seems like our readers enjoy this type of “I’ve always wondered … ” article too. My most-read story of the past year was by an entomologist making the case to bug-haters that by killing a spider they might actually be making their homes more hospitable to insects the spider would have eaten and eliminated for them.
Below, a handful of my favorites from 2018. But curiosity isn’t bound by the calendar, so here’s to a new year of everyday science.
Keep reading
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