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Alive, Children, and Clothes: MARGORIE MCCALL LIVED ONCE, BURIED TWICE sixpenceee: After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring. The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed. The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession. Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home. Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.” When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated. (Source)
Alive, Children, and Clothes: MARGORIE MCCALL
 LIVED ONCE, BURIED TWICE
sixpenceee:

After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.
The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.
The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.
Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.
Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”
When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated. (Source)

sixpenceee: After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whate...

America, Apparently, and Bad: normal-horoscopes: pooraurora: postmarxed: inkandcayenne: wilfulwayfarer: rasec-wizzlbang: dalaisa-katili: local-emo-mom: anarcho-individualist: explanatorypower: i dont understand this at all and america scares the fuck out of me This is the america they don’t want you to see i love america This is what you call Waffle House at 2 am when the bars close and everyone is drunk and hungry *group of people having fun*this site: wtf this is so scary People having safe fun at a waffle house is scary for most Tumblr bloggers, reports say. Some context for those not familiar with Waffle House Culture:  Waffle House is one of the few chains in America that’s open 24/7/365, and where you can get both breakfast and lunch/dinner options at any time (I have had so many Breakfast Cheeseburgers at Waffle Houses). The food is really good, and people eat there at all times of the day or night, but it’s particularly popular as a late-night post-drinking spot because it’s all that’s open and it’s the kind of food that tastes especially good when you’re hammered. Part of Waffle House Protocol is that all the servers and cooks greet every single customer as they come through the door. It sounds lame, but I’ve never been to a Waffle House where that greeting didn’t feel completely heartfelt. My mom is a health nut who could barely find anything on the menu she was willing to eat and yet she describes the Christmas Day lunch we had there one year as one of the nicest meals she’s ever had because everyone was so warm and welcoming. That sense of camaraderie gets turned up to 11, of course, at 2 a.m. when everyone’s shitfaced. The jukeboxes have Waffle-House-themed songs on them (once you have heard “Raisins in my Toast” you will be earwormed forever) and there is an arcane system of hash brown ordering: scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, topped, diced, peppered, and/or capped. The hot sauce bottles say “Casa de Waffle.”  Once, in Oxford (UK), my husband and I walked past a kebab van very late one night and he said “why do I smell Waffle House” The location of most Waffle Houses means there’s some… classism that tends to get tied up with Anti-Waffle House Discourse, which is probably lending itself, in part, to this being such a fraught topic. (I’m looking at a map and apparently I was born and raised right in the middle of the Peak Waffle House Density Zone) It is, in the words of chef Anthony Bourdain, “indeed marvelous— an irony-free zone where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts; where everybody regardless of race, creed, color or degree of inebriation is welcomed.” We’re not even gonna mention FEMA’s Waffle House Index where they determine how bad a natural disaster is by calling the local Waffle House to see if they’re open? #and wafflehouse is one of those spiritual places#2am friendships#its the same hazy feel#of cicadas and front porches with your friends Waffle House is physical and spiritual neutral territory. Starting shit in a Waffle House isn’t just bad form, it tips the entire natural balance of the universe against you.
America, Apparently, and Bad: normal-horoscopes:

pooraurora:

postmarxed:
inkandcayenne:

wilfulwayfarer:

rasec-wizzlbang:

dalaisa-katili:

local-emo-mom:

anarcho-individualist:

explanatorypower:
i dont understand this at all and america scares the fuck out of me

This is the america they don’t want you to see

i love america

This is what you call Waffle House at 2 am when the bars close and everyone is drunk and hungry

*group of people having fun*this site: wtf this is so scary


People having safe fun at a waffle house is scary for most Tumblr bloggers, reports say.

Some context for those not familiar with Waffle House Culture: 
Waffle House is one of the few chains in America that’s open 24/7/365, and where you can get both breakfast and lunch/dinner options at any time (I have had so many Breakfast Cheeseburgers at Waffle Houses). The food is really good, and people eat there at all times of the day or night, but it’s particularly popular as a late-night post-drinking spot because it’s all that’s open and it’s the kind of food that tastes especially good when you’re hammered.
Part of Waffle House Protocol is that all the servers and cooks greet every single customer as they come through the door. It sounds lame, but I’ve never been to a Waffle House where that greeting didn’t feel completely heartfelt. My mom is a health nut who could barely find anything on the menu she was willing to eat and yet she describes the Christmas Day lunch we had there one year as one of the nicest meals she’s ever had because everyone was so warm and welcoming. That sense of camaraderie gets turned up to 11, of course, at 2 a.m. when everyone’s shitfaced.
The jukeboxes have Waffle-House-themed songs on them (once you have heard “Raisins in my Toast” you will be earwormed forever) and there is an arcane system of hash brown ordering: scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, topped, diced, peppered, and/or capped. The hot sauce bottles say “Casa de Waffle.” 
Once, in Oxford (UK), my husband and I walked past a kebab van very late one night and he said “why do I smell Waffle House”
The location of most Waffle Houses means there’s some… classism that tends to get tied up with Anti-Waffle House Discourse, which is probably lending itself, in part, to this being such a fraught topic. (I’m looking at a map and apparently I was born and raised right in the middle of the Peak Waffle House Density Zone)
It is, in the words of chef Anthony Bourdain, “indeed marvelous— an irony-free zone where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts; where everybody regardless of race, creed, color or degree of inebriation is welcomed.”


We’re not even gonna mention FEMA’s Waffle House Index where they determine how bad a natural disaster is by calling the local Waffle House to see if they’re open? 



#and wafflehouse is one of those spiritual places#2am friendships#its the same hazy feel#of cicadas and front porches with your friends



Waffle House is physical and spiritual neutral territory. Starting shit in a Waffle House isn’t just bad form, it tips the entire natural balance of the universe against you.

normal-horoscopes: pooraurora: postmarxed: inkandcayenne: wilfulwayfarer: rasec-wizzlbang: dalaisa-katili: local-emo-mom: anarcho-ind...

Funny, God, and Head: enndgame added scene by meg OKOKYE Don't worry; she's got help. As Peter gapes in awe, a wide array of powerful female Avengers tower over him, ready to follow Carol into battle. As the women throw themselves at the opposing army with fierceness and poise, one figure stands back. Shuri jogs up to the boy, unable to hide her excitement despite the circumstances. SHURI You are the spiderboy! I've seen your videos on YouTube! She extends her arm to him but then quickly realizes there's blasters engulfing both her hands. He shyly waves her off and she settles to watching him slowly pick himself up. The teens' surrounding them world seems sheltered from the chaos PETER Y-yeah! And you're... well I don't know your name but you seem pretty cool- well not just cool you're obviously very accomplished and saying "cool" seems to diminish- Shuri CHUCKLES as she blasts an approaching monster from her right SHURI You can call me Shuri. I'm the Black Panther. Peter tilts his head. PETER I thought I met.., and you But... don't really seem- SHURI Well, I'm not the Black Panther, I just clothe, arm, educate, and generally make sure he doesn't die so an argument can be made that I, Shuri, princess of Wakanda, am more worthy of the title but- PETER Look out! Peter, sensing impending danger, pulls Shuri closer to him using his web shooters. Suddenly, Thor comes crashing down 2. in the spot where she was Peter as the god takes off again in a flash of lightning. just standing. Shuri turns to SHURI You know, those shooters are not nearly as efficient as be they could Peter looks flabbergasted. PETER (laughing) Ha, that' s funny. Actually, Mr Stark made these himself. SHURI Well, looks like Mr. has a few things to learn. Stark still Shuri tilts Peter's head to the side before shooting right through another monster SHURI (CONT'D) Come by my lab after this is all over and maybe one day you'll be even smarter than him. PETER (nervous) -Ha, I doubt that SHURI I don't. Shuri winks at Peter before disappearing into the ravenous crowd. Peter gapes as he watches her go. outoftheframework: I know this is pretty low quality but I want to start a series of adding endgame scenes that are 100% fan service.Lmk what you think + what you want to see next :)Thanks!
Funny, God, and Head: enndgame added scene
 by
 meg

 OKOKYE
 Don't worry; she's got help.
 As Peter gapes in awe, a wide array of powerful female
 Avengers tower over him, ready to follow Carol into battle.
 As the women throw themselves at the opposing army with
 fierceness and poise, one figure stands back. Shuri jogs up
 to the boy, unable to hide her excitement despite the
 circumstances.
 SHURI
 You are the spiderboy! I've seen
 your videos on YouTube!
 She extends her arm to him but then quickly realizes
 there's blasters engulfing both her hands. He shyly waves
 her off and she settles to watching him slowly pick himself
 up. The teens'
 surrounding them
 world seems sheltered from the chaos
 PETER
 Y-yeah! And you're... well I don't
 know your name but you seem pretty
 cool- well not just cool you're
 obviously very accomplished and
 saying "cool"
 seems to diminish-
 Shuri CHUCKLES as she blasts an approaching monster from
 her right
 SHURI
 You can call me Shuri. I'm the
 Black Panther.
 Peter tilts his head.
 PETER
 I thought I met..,
 and you
 But...
 don't really seem-
 SHURI
 Well, I'm not the Black Panther, I
 just clothe, arm, educate, and
 generally make sure he doesn't die
 so an argument can be made that I,
 Shuri, princess of Wakanda, am
 more worthy of the title but-
 PETER
 Look out!
 Peter, sensing impending danger, pulls Shuri closer to him
 using his web shooters. Suddenly, Thor comes crashing down

 2.
 in the spot where she was
 Peter as the god takes off again in a flash of lightning.
 just standing.
 Shuri turns to
 SHURI
 You know, those shooters are not
 nearly as efficient as
 be
 they could
 Peter looks flabbergasted.
 PETER
 (laughing)
 Ha, that' s funny. Actually, Mr
 Stark made these himself.
 SHURI
 Well, looks like Mr.
 has a few things to learn.
 Stark still
 Shuri tilts Peter's head to the side before shooting right
 through another monster
 SHURI
 (CONT'D)
 Come by my lab after this is all
 over and maybe one day you'll be
 even smarter than him.
 PETER
 (nervous)
 -Ha, I doubt that
 SHURI
 I don't.
 Shuri winks at Peter before disappearing into the ravenous
 crowd. Peter gapes as he watches her go.
outoftheframework:

I know this is pretty low quality but I want to start a series of adding endgame scenes that are 100% fan service.Lmk what you think + what you want to see next :)Thanks!

outoftheframework: I know this is pretty low quality but I want to start a series of adding endgame scenes that are 100% fan service.Lmk wh...