Dear Depression, please fuck off. Begin by fucking off, continue to fuck off, and about the point where you think perhaps it’s time to stop fucking off and come back, then just fuck off some more.
Tim Burton’s original musical choice was a song by doo-wop singers The Ink Spots, but Catherine O’Hara convinced him that a calypso song would bring more energy to the scene. Actor Jeffrey Jones was the one to suggest the Belafonte song, and the cast spent five days filming the choreographed number.
if anyone needs me i’ll be frothing at the mouth thinking about the origin of language and interspecies communication. happy wednesday.
how did we learn this? who taught us this? is it coincidental? is it observational? is it that something in the source of these sixteen languages stems from the same animal instinct that causes each of these species to call out to their own kind? I Am Going To Lose It.
Patricia McConnell talks about her research into this in her book “The Other End of the Leash: Why We Do What We Do Around Dogs” which also addresses a ton of other interspecies communication things and not just about dogs! Highly recommend reading it
apparently there was a stunt in icarly where Gibby jumps from the ceiling into the ground but there were no safety measures and the stuntman broke his fucking ribs 😭
Hello and welcome to Deep Space Nine. We are a space station, not a starship, so you’ll be spending a lot of time with all these delightful side characters like: bisexual fashion lizard. hologram of Frank Sinatra. goblins. goblin comes in 3 varieties: bartender, nephew, and idiot. our doctor is a twink, our commander is antifa and the captain talks to the gods sometimes. our policeman is sometimes a liquid and the science lady is part worm. we have many fine storylines, such as: Goblin Does A Crime, Watch The Irishman Suffer, or The Horrors Of War. As you stroll along our promenade enjoying a raktajino or delicious jumja stick, watch out for our nefarious villains: Pope Karen. clones of Jeffrey Combs. and a horny bastard reptile man who seems convinced this is actually his show. we suspect he may be possessed by demons. Have fun!
Deep Space Nine: now with Worf™!
[a stack of space crates immediately falls on Worf]
This is my blog. It's 12 shots north of the void and a few branches short of a full tree. It's located solidly on the twin peaks of regret and confusion.
My mind. In a word? Fluky. It's been here 22 years but every single reblog is new. I have Zelda, Star Trek and a lovely view of the dragons. The only problems are the flaws. You see, some people have main fandoms or side-blogs, I have reblog sprees. Most people would change. But not me. I'm British, I have stubbornness issues.
My name's Draconian-Prince. Great name I know, but it's not the worst! Parents believe a hideous name will frighten away haters and internet trolls...As if my cold sardonic demeanor wouldn't do that. That's the How to Train Your Dragon fandom, chief of the blog. They say that when I first started I posted 1000 Toothless posts a day. Do I believe it? Yes I do. The rage monster with interchangeable fanchilds is Star Trek. I've been consistently watching their episodes ever since I was little...well, little-er. See? Old mind, lots and lots of new fandoms. Oh and that's The Elder Scrolls, Lord of the Rings. The twin disappointments Star Wars and Mass Effect. And... Legend of Zelda. Aw, their universes are way cooler. One day, I'll get out there. Because going on an adventure is everything around here...
