bookspaperscissors:

Ghost, Jarek Kubicki

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gigglemonster: THE HUNGER GAMES → chicago-style au [@wenbys] how could you tell me i was wrong?

gigglemonster:

THE HUNGER GAMES → chicago-style au [@wenbys]

how could you tell me i was wrong?

(Reblogged from luckypressure)

the common sense guide to surviving the zombie apocalypse:

gyzym:

So, in the wake of reading this terrifying shit, Postcard and I started chatting, as you do, about the zombie apocalypse. Here are some things Postcard and I enjoy: zombie media, common sense, and YELLING ABOUT STUFF. Thus, for your reading pleasure, please enjoy our simple twenty-step guide to NOT DYING in the unlikely event that a zombie apocalypse ravages humanity:
  1. IN THE EVENT OF AN ACTUAL APOCALYPTIC SITUATION, ASSUME THAT THE FOLLOWING THINGS ARE GOING TO STOP WORKING: running water (this includes toilets); anything that relies on electricity (this includes gas pumps); anything that relies on natural gas lines (this includes gas stoves/central heat); basically, anything that relies on there being a factory of some variety at the other end of thing you want to make do stuff. THAT’S ALL GONNA BREAK. THIS INCLUDES THE INTERNET. Thus, the most important thing to do in the event of a zombie apocalypse is: 
  2. RESEARCH. For as long as you possess the internet, do everything you can to learn as much as possible. Research edible/medicinal plants (or seriously, go into a bookstore and loot your shit a guidebook, they’re not large, they sell little tiny ones, you can put it in your pocket, WHY DOES EVERYONE IN EVERY ZOMBIE MOVIE NOT DO THIS). Research, from available information, how the zombies work/which of their senses are functional—for example, if they operate largely by smell, you want to work on smelling not alive. If they operate largely by sight, DON’T LIGHT FIRES AT NIGHT. And speaking of fires…

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mmysbathotw:

abessinier:

The essence of being athorable

Reblogging because athorable is going in my vocabulary. 

That word is making it into dictionaries, okay, people of tumblr?

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(Reblogged from valiantjournalofdoodles)

bigbigtruck:

Takehiko Inoue.
Top: Slam Dunk (1990-1996)
Bottom: Vagabond (1998-ongoing)

Just thinking about artistic and stylistic evolution and changes today.

Maybe I should pick up Vagabond again. His style has become so flowing and elegant.

(Reblogged from valiantjournalofdoodles)
ayunthefrog: Still Life painting, using Photoshop. Painting. PAINTING. Holy fuck. View high resolution

ayunthefrog:

Still Life painting, using Photoshop.

Painting. PAINTING. Holy fuck.

(Reblogged from ayunthefrog)
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Stop trying to “get it together.” The biggest lie we’re told when we’re growing up is that soon as we’re adults, as soon as we’re in college, finish college, get that job, have that steady income, find that someone special, “find ourselves,” find that perfect house, get that retirement fund, have those children, everything will fall into place. Here’s a secret: it won’t. Every new development in your life, good or bad, big or small, will come with its own very special set of challenges. The sooner you accept that, the better off you’ll be. But the myth is perpetuated throughout life, perhaps now more than ever with happy status updates on Facebook and blushing bride/happy multi-tasking mommy blog posts. What these success stories don’t tell you is what is going on behind closed doors. They don’t tell you that your friend who is so over the moon with her new baby had to apply for food stamps. They don’t tell you that your fantastic, involved professor struggles with depression. They don’t tell you that your happily married friend still has nightmares about her abusive ex. They don’t tell you the cousin who just got that jealousy-inducing job opportunity is thinking of breaking up with his boyfriend of 10 years. What closely interacting with people from all backgrounds on the Internet for over a decade has taught me is that no one “has it together” in the way we think they do. So stop trying to have that as your goal, because you are just setting yourself up for massive failure.

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This may be the most beautiful thing ever

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kommissarien: Did you know that astroize has an awesome medieval au that is awesome? I think it’s awesome.  Got some time to clean this up and share as I promised awhile back, so uhmmmmmmmYeah, I don’t really have anything more to say ( ´ ▽ `;; ) View high resolution

kommissarien:

Did you know that astroize has an awesome medieval au that is awesome? I think it’s awesome. 
 
Got some time to clean this up and share as I promised awhile back, so uhmmmmmmm
Yeah, I don’t really have anything more to say ( ´ ▽ `;; )

(Reblogged from drey)

“Pairing men with femininity is seen as like an insult, like you’re lowering yourself. Yet women doing masculinity - not an insult to women. I think it’s safe to say that there might even be some fear of the feminine. I’ve heard this phenomenon referred to in some circles as femmephobia. So this aversion to the feminine in marketing and products is one of the outcomes of femmephobia. Another outcome is that anytime someone who is perceived as a man is aligning with anything feminine-y - it is perceived as a direct threat to Mr. Manly Man’s masculinity. You can be aggressive, you can be intolerant, you can be hateful; but don’t dare wear a dress. Or so comes, ‘you’re a fag,’ ‘you’re a pussy,’ and the violence.” - Laci Green

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(Reblogged from sexgenderbody)
[Flash 10 is required to watch video]

they are awesome geniuses.

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The kiss of death.

This astonishing sculpture forms part of Barcelona’s Poblenou Cemetery.  The Kiss of Death (El Petó de la Mort in Catalan and El beso de la muerte in Spanish) dates back to 1930. A winged skeleton bestows a kiss on the lips of a handsome young man: is it ecstasy on his face or resignation? Little wonder the sculpture elicits strong and varying responses from whoever gazes upon it.

(Reblogged from mark-fluffalo)

bookspaperscissors:

Naomi Nowak, on Tumblr

(Reblogged from bookspaperscissors)
9gag: Good Idea

9gag:

Good Idea

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spicyshimmy: frikadeller: And a genderbent!Isabela. Hawke’s favorite thing about him wasn’t the nearly-magnificent chest hair—and the rest of the hair traveling so much lower than that, finally something to tease Varric about for not showing off all the way—or how his quick fingers indulged Hawke’s natural curiosity, what Varric called ‘a disturbing and primal compulsion’ to open every locked box in all of Kirkwall, even if the treasures they found within were more like trash at the end of the day. It wasn’t the way he made Anders laugh now and then and flush other times, so much more easily than the rest of them—or the way he didn’t make Aveline laugh, though she tended to flush all the same—or the way he flirted with Fenris without sticking his thigh-high boot in his mouth, Fenris coughing into his finger guards the way he only ever did for Hawke, and even then only sometimes—or the drinking games he taught Merrill, the way he wasn’t surprised when she drank them all under the table.  It wasn’t even the gold—and it was usually the gold.  It wasn’t the way he leaned against a shadowed wall or smelled of leather in the sun out on the open sea. It wasn’t that having a pair of keen daggers while fighting giant, poison-spewing spiders was so helpful, although that did have something to do with it. After all, Hawke was nothing if not full of himself—but also practical.  ‘No,’ Hawke said, watching the man and his tangle of dark hair from across the taproom, lips resting lightly against the rim of his tankard, ‘it’s that he calls me kitten. I’ve always wanted someone to call me kitten, you know.’ ‘And here I thought I was the go-to guy for nicknames,’ Varric replied.  Later, deeper into their cups, with the pirate in question winking their way, Varric admitted that the nickname he’d earned had been Goldilocks, and he didn’t half mind it, either—not when it came with callused fingers drawn through the hair on his chest, a whisper like a sea-breeze against the shell of his ear.  The art and the fic. Oh my heart be still. View high resolution

spicyshimmy:

frikadeller:

And a genderbent!Isabela.

Hawke’s favorite thing about him wasn’t the nearly-magnificent chest hair—and the rest of the hair traveling so much lower than that, finally something to tease Varric about for not showing off all the way—or how his quick fingers indulged Hawke’s natural curiosity, what Varric called ‘a disturbing and primal compulsion’ to open every locked box in all of Kirkwall, even if the treasures they found within were more like trash at the end of the day.

It wasn’t the way he made Anders laugh now and then and flush other times, so much more easily than the rest of them—or the way he didn’t make Aveline laugh, though she tended to flush all the same—or the way he flirted with Fenris without sticking his thigh-high boot in his mouth, Fenris coughing into his finger guards the way he only ever did for Hawke, and even then only sometimes—or the drinking games he taught Merrill, the way he wasn’t surprised when she drank them all under the table. 

It wasn’t even the gold—and it was usually the gold. 

It wasn’t the way he leaned against a shadowed wall or smelled of leather in the sun out on the open sea. It wasn’t that having a pair of keen daggers while fighting giant, poison-spewing spiders was so helpful, although that did have something to do with it. After all, Hawke was nothing if not full of himself—but also practical. 

‘No,’ Hawke said, watching the man and his tangle of dark hair from across the taproom, lips resting lightly against the rim of his tankard, ‘it’s that he calls me kitten. I’ve always wanted someone to call me kitten, you know.’

‘And here I thought I was the go-to guy for nicknames,’ Varric replied. 

Later, deeper into their cups, with the pirate in question winking their way, Varric admitted that the nickname he’d earned had been Goldilocks, and he didn’t half mind it, either—not when it came with callused fingers drawn through the hair on his chest, a whisper like a sea-breeze against the shell of his ear. 

The art and the fic. Oh my heart be still.

(Reblogged from frikadeller)

For a while, I considered wedding photography… It does seem like a lovely genre to get into, and if I ever did, these are exactly the kind of photos I’d love to take. <3

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