This is your world my darling. One world the land and sea. My hope for you for always, is that your heart will hold part of me.
My mom teaches Kindergarten and I went to her classroom a few days ago and saw what appeared to be a small shrine dedicated to Jodie Foster in the corner of the room and I had literally no idea why it was there, so I asked my mom about it and she said it’s where the kids can go to tattle on each other so they don’t always do it to her
So basically my mom tells her little Kindergarteners to tell on each other to a magazine clipping of Jodie Foster that they call Miss Tattle and if you don’t think that’s the funniest thing then get out of my face
How I imagine it went down
- C.S. Lewis: I made you a character in my book!
- J.R.R. Tolkien: OMG me too!
- Lewis: You're the man who created the wardrobe that leads to Narnia!
- Tolkien: ...
- Lewis: Who am I?
- Tolkien: A tree
- Lewis: ............
- Tolkien: But, like, a cool tree
Obscure Color Words
- albicant: whitish; becoming white
- amaranthine: immortal; undying; deep purple-red colour
- aubergine: eggplant; a dark purple colour
- azure: light or sky blue; the heraldic colour blue
- celadon: pale green; pale green glazed pottery
- cerulean: sky-blue; dark blue; sea-green
- chartreuse: yellow-green colour
- cinnabar: red crystalline mercuric sulfide pigment; deep red or scarlet colour
- citrine: dark greenish-yellow
- eburnean: of or like ivory; ivory-coloured
- erythraean: reddish colour
- flavescent: yellowish or turning yellow
- greige: of a grey-beige colour
- haematic: blood coloured
- heliotrope: purplish hue; purplish-flowered plant; ancient sundial; signalling mirror
- hoary: pale silver-grey colour; grey with age
- isabelline: greyish yellow
- jacinthe: orange colour
- kermes: brilliant red colour; a red dye derived from insects
- lovat: grey-green; blue-green
- madder: red dye made from brazil wood; a reddish or red-orange colour
- mauve: light bluish purple
- mazarine: rich blue or reddish-blue colour
- russet: reddish brown
- sable: black; dark; of a black colour in heraldry
- saffron: orange-yellow
- sarcoline: flesh-coloured
- smaragdine: emerald green
- tilleul: pale yellowish-green
- titian: red-gold, reddish brown
- vermilion: bright red
- virid: green
- viridian: chrome green
- xanthic: yellow
- zinnober: chrome green
“Why do white people own so many pets?
Because we’re not allowed to own people anymore.
What is the scariest thing about a white person in prison?
You know he did it.
how many Chicago cops does it take to change a light bulb? None, they just beat the room for being black.”
A good looking 50 year old white man is trying to get laid on reality TV. What show are you watching?
To catch a predator.
Why do white girls travel in groups of three or five?
They can’t even
What do you call 64 white people in a room? A full blooded Cherokee.”
at dinner last night, a coworker was talking about hanging out with his white friends and getting fed up with the racist jokes, and asked them to tell a white people joke. nobody had any, so he googled and found these. after a few of them, people were a lot less comfortable.
white folks, next time you hear a racist joke, maybe lead with one of these in response. tag this “I’m white” when you reblog it, if you are.
Okay, but can I just say that I /adore/ how much of an unreliable narrator Cecil is?
He isn’t some god-like being with omniscience.
He doesn’t have some special power that allows him to know everything and always come to the perfect and correct conclusion.
He’s just a person. He has biases and opinions. He loves and fears and gives in. He’s stubborn over silly things, and he holds a grudge.
He’s not perfect. He’s not omniscient. He’s just well connected.
And so when he met Steve, he was super friendly. He’d have to be extraordinarily personable to be so well connected, even (or especially) in a small town like Night Vale. But Steve started to talk about unspeakable and unknowable things, threatening the safety of Cecil’s sister and niece.
Which was unforgivable.
The way I figure, Cecil’s hatred of Steve was born from this fear for his loved ones, and the bluster we always hear about how he can’t even take care of a tan corolla suddenly makes a lot more sense. If Steve Carlsberg can’t even take care of a tan corolla then /how can he take care of and protect Janice/?
Cecil is such a wonderful, real, /human/ example of an unreliable narrator. And we all love and hate it in equal measure.