I Want Him

bill: I've destroyed my homeworld without remorse in screams and fire! theres no place for heroes in my world! everyone will be doomed forever!! I'm essentially doing all this just for fun 😊

also bill: I liberated my dimension! I'm just trying to save everyone from the lies they've been told! I want to liberate this dimension! I want to free you from your shackles!!!

De herencia Purépecha, la Danza del Viejito nace en el pueblo de Jarácuaro, ubicado en la ribera del Lago de Pátzcuaro en Michoacán. Su legado es ancestral, pues data de la época prehispánica antes de la llegada de los españoles. Se ejecutaba, en cada cambio de estación, por los “Petámutis” - los sabios o chamanes - quienes eran los más ancianos del pueblo y, por ende, los únicos que podían realizar la danza. El propósito era realizar una ofrenda para el dios del sol o el dios viejo - llamado “Tata Jurhiata” -, pidiéndole por buenas cosechas, lluvias o salud para sus enfermos.

Con la llegada de los españoles la danza fue prohibida. Los ancianos del pueblo, ignorando las nuevas reglas de los colonizadores, siguieron enseñando esta tradición a sus jóvenes, quienes ahora bailaban al ritmo del tambor y la flauta, adaptándose así al proceso de mestizaje cultural adoptando nuevos instrumentos del viejo mundo. Con el tiempo la danza perdió su sentido religioso y pasó a ser una forma de burlarse de los españoles, sin que éstos se dieran cuenta.

Los danzantes portan una máscara de viejito echa con madera o pasta de caña -materia prima típica de la región-, utilizan fibra de zacate para simular el cabello del viejito. Su atuendo consiste de una camisa de manga larga y un pantalón, ambos de manta, con decorados bordados en la zona de las muñecas y tobillos. Se complementa con un sombrero adornado con listones multicolores y un bastón rudimentario de madera.

Los huaraches son imprescindibles, pues la forma de bailar esta danza es con un vigoroso y rítmico zapateo. Los danzantes se encorvan, simulando la postura de un viejito, al mismo tiempo que actúan diferentes achaques típicos de la vejez. . . #michoacan #morelia #méxico #mexico #mexicomagico #mexicodesconocido #tradicionesmexicanas #mexicantradition #ancestors #purepecha #danza #folkloremexicano #folklore #travel #travelphotography #viejitos #photo #photooftheday (at Morelia Centro, Morelia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CW_a66sPAUD/?utm_medium=tumblr

Incredibly strong and powerful psychic beast.

Give it a comically large spoon.

Ends up being one the rawest fucking things.

I think it's kinda funny that Bill himself drops a Flatland reference and the fact that he doesn't have a family anymore in the Reddit AMA because all I can imagine is him being like "haha people will be so freaked out by me hinting that I killed my family and came from a bleak dimension" meanwhile I'm just like "ah this poor bastard had parental issues and was traumatized by the society he grew up in"

Let Them Say Fuck, Semi-Finals

Thank you Yemen 🇾🇪

Despite being one of the poorest countries in the world, they showed more empathy than those so-called civilized developed countries.

We should talk more about storyboard Bill like look at him he's just a lil guy. He vibin

i need his boobs in my face now

Q: Was it fun to shed some light into the backstory between Ford and Bill Cipher and to get a glimpse at the larger threat?

Hirsch: Befriending Bill was the worst mistake Ford ever made. His ego was so seduced by the idea of being “chosen” by a muse that he became Bill’s biggest fan. Ever wonder why there were so many Bill shaped artifacts in the shack (rug, stained glass, etc.)? Ford was obsessed with this god-like character’s influence on history. Unfortunately for Ford, this “god” was really the devil in disguise. And he’s getting ready for Revelations.

people don't make heavymedic weird enough. I think they shoudl be weirder. They would be the old couple that facetimes each other and you can only see Heavy's chin and Medic's forehead and they're giggling and smiling at each other and not saying anything.