Fox News headlines v. real headlines, part 2425183.
The brunette part is really important.
Fun fact, our hair color reveals our place in pansexual society. Blondes are our record keepers. The great librarians, they collect, analyze, store, and distribute information to the rest of us. They are blonde because they reflect the light of knowledge. Those with Black Hair are our inventors. They investigate, produce, and teach new technologies so that we may thrive in future times. Their hair is black because of their frequent dives into the void of the unknown. Burnettes are our ambassadors. They interact with people, plants, and animals, forging bonds that can protect us when we are threatened. Their hair is brown because of their deep connection to the earth.
And as for redheads.
You don’t want to know the purpose of the Red Heads. But may their hellfire consume our enemies.
friendly reminder of Perennial's existence, the best* Naoya fic on AO3.
*subjective, but once you’ve read it you’ll probably feel the same as long as you like complex, in-character Naoya, as opposed to the usual cardboard cut-out
I don’t read fanfic all that often (a shame, really), but this is one of my favorite things in existence. Anyone familiar with Devil Survivor should read this at least once.
Why is that girl crying? Did her girlfriend break up with her? Or is it just anime?
Q:datesana, children's card games (or any other serious business game/sport)
"You’ve activated my trap card, Sanada Yukimura!" Masamune yells as he slams the card down with such force that the flimsy card table they’re playing on collapses with a crash. Yukimura howls out his disappointment at the unexpected interruption to their noble duel, trying to gather the cards from where they’d scattered on the floor in a mess. Nearby, Kojuro rubs his temples and reminds himself to never, ever again suggest that the two try to set apart their differences with a simple game of crazy eights.
"FEELS" HAS BEEN A LEGIT TERM SINCE AT LEAST 1782:
— The Duchess, by Amanda Foreman.
Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire, really wrote a real letter to her mother complaining about the feels in 1782.
I love everything.
There’s also the 1917 letter to Winston Churchill, with the first recorded instance of OMG, which can be read in full here.