Hullo. I am your blog host, the Wench (informally known as Mae), and I love words.
This is not a quality blog.
It is made up of a few fandoms that I love and flail over while trying not to sound too insipid (I fail most of the time). You will also find random social commentaries, art pieces that I like and silly stuff that makes me smile.
Mother’s interrupted the course of our journey. She’s programmed to do that should certain conditions arise. They have. It seems that she has… intercepted a transmission of unknown origin. She got us up to check it out.
"This is a story about Tusheti - mountain region in the Republic of Georgia. Tusheti lies near the Chechen border and it is culturally closer to Chechens than to Georgians.
The story is about shepherds who travel every summer to their ancestors’ land Tusheti and than return to spend the winter at the bottom of the mountain. Twice a year they travel with their sheep through the pass in the Caucasus which is 3,000 meters high.
I was staying and documenting life of the Shepherds in the Caucasus mountains for 5 years. These people have been cheese makers since before Christ. Their life is simple and harsh, but beautiful.”
do you ever think about how super fucked up danny phantom is
a 14-year-old boy fucking dies in a tragic lab accident, but the accident happens halfway into an alternate dimension, so he is both killed (in one dimension) and not killed (in the other). danny is literally schrodinger’s boy — both dead and alive. he’s a living corpse possessed by his own ghost.
So I went on Omegle today out of boredom and I meet up with three police officers from Iraq. We all became best friends and had a competition of “who can balance an object on their head the longest.” I chose a shoe and they chose a gun. I ended up winning with the shoe. I think this screenshot really captures the spirit.
that’s legitimately one of the cutest things i’ve ever seen happen on the internet