and seven oceans of ink besides

stovn: shield-agent-merrick: bilbosama: confirm3dkill: xkrank...

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 21:44:01 -0500

shield-agent-merrick:

bilbosama:

confirm3dkill:

xkrankhaus:

Is this real?! It’s not tagged with anything! :(

Yea these are real, its a Lightning storm crossing paths with the Icelandic volcano Eyjafjallajökull’s eruption column.

Here’s a link to the National G eographic Article

Nature is freaking metal

Iceland?

You start to realize why a god of storms & thunder featured so heavily in Norse myth

Never not cool seeing these.

yourunlikelyhero: oyveyzqueer: dresdencodak: Inspired by...

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 17:16:27 -0500

yourunlikelyhero:

oyveyzqueer:

dresdencodak:

Inspired by Anita Sarkeesian’s Video Game Tropes vs Women, I wanted to pitch a Zelda game where Zelda herself was the hero, rescuing a Prince Link.

Clockwork Empire is set 2,000 years after Twilight Princess, and is not a reboot, but simply another iteration in the Zelda franchise. It just so happens that in this case, Zelda is the protagonist. I’m a very big Zelda fan, and worked hard to draw from key elements in the continuity and mythos.

This concept work is meant to show that Zelda as a game protagonist can be both compelling and true to the franchise, while bringing new and dynamic game elements that go farther than being a simple gender swap.

Hope you like it!

im gonna fuckin cry this is amazing

YESSSSS

fuckyeahmonstergirls: centaurcentral: DRAW A CENTAUR DAY April...

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 10:00:25 -0500

fuckyeahmonstergirls:

centaurcentral:

DRAW A CENTAUR DAY April 16

Seems like fun!

ITS THE MOST

WONDERFUL

TIMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

OF THE YEAR~

yarking: nocakeno: drtanner: Well, this looks like one for...

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 18:24:32 -0500

yarking:

nocakeno:

drtanner:

Well, this looks like one for the #wow america tag.

my state just keeps not learning and not learning and not learning

Maybe you should cut your taxes by 30%.

Behold, the state that I live in.

I’m very sorry, America.

Ladies and gentlemen, you know what time it is…

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 18:05:00 -0500

Ladies and gentlemen, you know what time it is…

Photo

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 17:21:41 -0500

The Best April Fools' Prank (That I Shall Ever Do)

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 17:20:25 -0500

justatiltedlamp:

Once upon a time, I decided that it was my solemn obligation to prank my friends before we graduated.

So…I made Hogwarts Acceptance letters. A lot of them. Because who isn’t still waiting for their freaking letter to arrive?

My hand hated me so much. Also, cursive G is the worst.

Letters were posted. All was well.

Until this happened…

What the-?

nekoandhime: One of my favorite drawings from those two.

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 14:35:26 -0500

nekoandhime:

One of my favorite drawings from those two.

Watching You Can (Not) Advance makes me want You Can (Not) Redo all the more. And watching the 3.0...

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 14:17:40 -0500

Watching You Can (Not) Advance makes me want You Can (Not) Redo all the more.

And watching the 3.0 intro scene preview just makes me ship Asuka and Mari harder.

“Favored Four-Eyes”

“As you wish, Princess”

GDJGKDFSJGKSLDJGDFSKJ I CAN’T

asskalonglysuckyu: i ship male!rei and female!shinji mor e than I should um I am entirely okay...

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 19:03:34 -0500

asskalonglysuckyu:

i ship male!rei and female!shinji mor e than I should um

I am entirely okay with this XD

asskalonglysuckyu: reblog this if mari is also your wife Everything needs more Mari Your Daily...

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 18:32:59 -0500

asskalonglysuckyu:

reblog this if mari is also your wife

Everything needs more Mari

Your Daily Dose of Mari, ladies, gentlemen, and meat.

autumninthenorth: elementals-ao3: geborro: Well… Not so long...

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 19:36:36 -0500

autumninthenorth:

elementals-ao3:

geborro:

Well… Not so long ago I’ve started to watch Stargate: Universe. Now I totally fell in love with Destiny. Sooo… I wanted to draw her humanized version. And I did it.

VERY NICE! APPROVAL!!!

Oh, wow… I’ve been wanting to do something like this for so long, and this just absolutely blows out of the water every concept I’ve thought up. This is just utterly stunning; I’m completely speechless with how perfectly this captures the design of Destiny.

I HAVE A THING FOR HUMANOID VEHICLES AND VESSELS OKAY

iamscribe: To all my fellow wrimos. I hope you are having a...

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 02:45:25 -0500

iamscribe:

To all my fellow wrimos. I hope you are having a fun and productive April!

Camp NaNoWriMo - Day 3

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 16:32:03 -0500

Word Count: 2665/25,000

Progress! The story is fully in motion now, and our main character, Kesa, has been introduced to the first of two characters that she’ll be tangoing with for the remainder of the story, the sloppy, ramble-about Che. Things get a bit tense for a bit, but we get a good setup (I hope!) for the two characters to get to know one another.

Trigger warnings indicated in the tags, but be advised that those who are sensitive to breaking and entering/home invasion situations should observe caution before reading onwards.

Otherwise, enjoy!

She hated taking the train home.

Of course, taking the train was preferable to taking the bus; the bus was loud, noisy, with too many people crammed into to small a space. Babies and children were crying, people talking too loudly on phones, bags rustling and bodies bumping into one another.

Then there was the commotion outside the bus itself, with other buses, trolleys, and the occasional personal car driving along the busy streets. The sound of massive screens and their advertisements, of the all-pervasive hum of electronics, ratcheted up the environmental noise past the threshold of things she was willing to put up with.

And that wasn’t even the end of it.

She could hear everything.

Not just the conversations, but the thoughts and feelings of everyone around her. The buried, angry impulses were like nails dragging over blackboard; public displays of affection gushed into any available headspace that wasn’t walled off already and drowned out any other thoughts. Bitterness, despair, and a million more impressions all fought to force their way into her head, screaming for her attention.

That was why she preferred the train. People kept to themselves. Riding high above the city, suspended from the massive, concrete and steel loop that circumscribed downtown, it was easier to ignore all those millions on millions of voices, both aural and psychic. Dr. Beecham said she was just empathetic, that she simply couldn’t help but feel the pain and sorrow of others. It was a perfectly normal, healthy, human impulse.

She thought about telling him that he didn’t understand, and that she wasn’t just feeling their pain; that she was hearing it as clearly as conversation. But she didn’t want him to think she was crazier that she already was.

The train ground to a stop at the next platform; she cringed, feeling the brakes pressing into the wheels too vividly. She smoothed out her skirt, sliding her purse strap up onto her shoulder, and quickly exited.

She’d be home soon, she reminded herself. She’d be home, and everything would be quiet, and she could just escape from everyone else in this city.

The first indication that something was wrong was that the lights were on.

She never left the lights on, especially when she went to work. It was wasteful, and she wasted nothing. The hairs on the back of her neck would have stood on end if they weren’t already from the train ride back to her neighborhood.

He hand went to her purse, feeling reassuringly for the handgun in her purse. She was well within her rights to have it with her, despite it being a company-issued sidearm. She was technically available for duty around the clock, and the work that RMD did made being armed constantly a necessity. Besides, other special agents within Nexus often brought home much higher caliber weaponry, and no one at headquarters bothered to question it.

She stepped into the entry and glanced through the opening into her living room. That was the second indication there was something wrong. There was a man sprawled out on her couch.

Her fingers wrapped around the grip of her pistol and drew it out of her purse, sliding ammunition into the cylinder. Her hand pushed the cylinder back into place and drew back the hammer, readying the hidden, seventh round. The sound of her heart hammering at her chest was deafening; she swallowed down, drowning out the noise, and wheeled around, body half-covered by the wall as she leveled the gun through the opening.

“Nexus special agent!” Her hand held steady, pointing the barrel across the room at the stranger. “Hands where I can see them!”

The man seemed nonplussed, but straightened himself up on the couch. He looked like a slob; t-shirt half-tucked into blue jeans with tattered hem work at the opening of each leg— details she could see, as his legs were propped up onto her table, crossed at the ankles beside a open bottle of beer. His hair was dark and curly, mussed and tangled on itself in places, a trace of oil and grime on his cheeks.

“Hands!” she said, keeping the wall between the two of them. “Up, now!”

He slowly raised his hands up to either side of his head. “Hey, let’s be cool here,” he said, eyes fixed on her revolver. “I’m unarmed, ma’am.”

She waited behind the wall, wishing that Aster was here to sense whether the man was about to reach for some hidden weapon. With the gun still held in front of her, she stepped out into the doorway and entered. “I’ll ‘be cool’ when you tell me how you got into my apartment.”

With one hand still held in the air, the man reached down with the other, retrieving the bottle on the table as he settled his feet back onto the floor. He took a long swallow of his booze, carefully wrapping his fingers around its neck. “It’s not really anything big for me,” he said. “I’m everywhere. You want a bottle? I brought the six-pack with me, and I’m more than happy to share.”

“I’m not playing around,” Kesa said. She turned the gun slightly, making it clear to the intruder that her finger was waiting on the trigger. “How did you get in here?”

“I told you. I can be anywhere.” He set the bottle back down again, returning the hand that held it to its place beside his head. “Look, there’s really no need for you to freak out…”

“I have every right to freak out! You’re in my home!” She leveled the gun at the man’s head, standing across her coffee table at him. “You’ve got five seconds to explain yourself before I take action!”

“I’m telling you, I can just…”

“Four!”

“Look!” The man’s voice sounded stressed now, his open palms now out in front of himself. “I’m really serious, let’s just cool everything and…”

“Three!”

“I really don’t want to do anything extraordinary just to…”

“Two!”

He sighed, closing his eyes as he dropped his hands to his knees. “I guess I’m going to have to, though…”

“One!”

The gunshot sound startled her afterwards; she stepped back, the gunsmoke drifting away from the barrel’s end. She gasped for breath, the acrid smell of a fired shot drifting down into her lungs.

There was a round scorch mark and puncture where the bullet slammed through her couch and into the wall. The man, though, was gone.

No body. No bloodstains on the upholstery. Nothing.

“I really didn’t want to do that.”

She spun around and screamed, her calf hitting the edge of the coffee table. Her weight shifted and left her off-balance; with a shout, she toppled over and crashed down onto the tabletop. The man’s beer bottle fell onto its side, spilling its contents across the table to trickle onto the floor. Her back sagged into the gap between the table and couch, her head landing on the cushions. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs; before she thought of anything else, one hand flew to the bunched-up fabric, pushing it down into place.

“Whoa,” the man said, rounding the table until he was beside her. He ducked to one knee, his arms sliding under her back. “That’s a bit awkward there.”

“Get off of me!” She twisted away from him, her legs knocking the beer bottle across the room. There was no trace of alcohol on his breath; in fact, there wasn’t much trace of anything. “Hands off!”

The man pulled his hands back, holding them back at his shoulders. “I think you dropped your gun.”

Her legs kicked at the table while her arms swung back to plant her hands onto the edge of the cushions. She didn’t quite make it up onto the couch as she hoped, and dropped instead onto the hardwood floor. She hissed in pain, biting her lip as her now-bruised leg hit solid surface. “I don’t know who or what you are,” she said between clenched teeth, “or what you’re doing here, but if you don’t get out of here this instant…”

“You’ll what, exactly? Shoot me?” He looked back, leaning in an attempt to look for her revolver. “That didn’t work so well for you. You can’t shoot me, darling. Or stab me, so I wouldn’t bother making a break for the steak knives or anything.” He blinked. “Maybe not steak knives. You’re not a vegetarian, are you? I can’t really read you.”

“Do you really want to test that out?”

He sighed and shook his head. “Look, let’s just start this over. I knew I should have waited for you to get home before showing up.”

“I don’t want to start anything over.” She stood, slowly, wincing as her weight bore down on her injured leg. “Get out of here, now, or I will contact the authorities.”

“I thought you were the authorities?”

Her mouth opened to speak; before she could, the man hopped to his feet, extending an open hand towards her. “Che. My name’s Che.” He grinned, and shrugged his shoulders. “And the reason your sidearm didn’t do much was because I’m not a person. I don’t have a body to shoot.”

Her expression remained as hostile, stone-faced as it had been when she entered the room. The man muttered something, then breathed in deep. “I don’t have a body because… I’m Crossroads.”

Camp NaNoWriMo - Day 3

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 14:21:56 -0500

Alright, chores and errands are done.

LET’S DO THIS.

Was out earlier running errands— well, errand, namely paying my car insurance— and...

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 14:08:49 -0500

Was out earlier running errands— well, errand, namely paying my car insurance— and decided, hey, I’m out in town anyway and it’s nearly time for salah al-dhuhur, let’s go by the mosque for my prayers.

It’s actually the first time I’ve been there since the building was completed, and it’s quite beautiful to drive up on.

Walked up to the door, and found the door locked.

I probably should have known better, as the only car in the parking lot was a police patrol car with tinted windows and no lights.

’s a bit disheartening, is all…

queenfujoshi: toramiyo: Some great and simple tutorials from...

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 09:03:03 -0500

queenfujoshi:

toramiyo:

Some great and simple tutorials from DerSketchie on DeviantArt

They have more tutorials in their Gallery so check them out!

Saving this for the pants portion.

Whereas I need this for those perspective views. Boom

zorro-a: That moment you finish a book…

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 12:33:40 -0500

zorro-a:

That moment you finish a book…

reicounter: .

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 12:13:58 -0500

reicounter:

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reagancrew: Floating Ripple Vases (by oodesign) Fill your...

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 11:03:04 -0500

reagancrew:

Floating Ripple Vases (by oodesign)

Fill your favorite container with water and float the vase. According to the movement of the air, the plants change their position within the container.