Posts tagged this is amazing
Posts tagged this is amazing
I.
I just.
Not only did this dude pull a fairly innocuous but annoying Eridan on me a couple years back, he has just handed in—to Thesis I, remember—a fantasy story. And what a story it is.
![roachpatrol:
thedailywhat:
Insane Olympic Opening Ceremony of the Day: What exactly are they planning, you ask? Everything. No really, everything.
The stage was designed by director Danny Boyle, and will include “a village cricket team, 12 horses, 10 chickens, 70 sheep, a model of Glastonbury Tor, two mosh pits, and the largest harmonically tuned bell in the world.”
But the fun doesn’t stop there, because it’s not an Opening Ceremony unless a 40-foot-tall Voldemort does battle with 30 Mary Poppinses.
Per Gawker:
Before 40-foot-Voldemort appears, ‘about 100′ children will be wheeled out on hospital beds to perform a choreographed ‘bed dance,’ which sounds quite sexy but probably is not.
To these one hundredish beds will be added a dozen more ‘giant’ ones, on which will dance/frolic/be such beloved storybook characters as The One Hundred and One Dalmatians’ dog-skinning villain Cruella de Vil.
Apparently this insanity is all just the tip of the iceberg, too. In an attempt to top China’s terrifying show of synchronicity from 2008, the U.K. has thrown every single British thing against the wall in hopes of something sticking.
Yeah, we’ll be watching the hell out of this.
[roflympics2012]
Britain, you are drunk.
oh my fucking god HELLO THERE HOMELAND, DO YOU HAVE THE FOGGIEST IDEA HOW MANY SHARKS YOU JUST JUMPED
BECAUSE IT’S A LOT
A LOT OF THEM](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7q6rgKe9G1qzpwi0o1_500.jpg)
Insane Olympic Opening Ceremony of the Day: What exactly are they planning, you ask? Everything. No really, everything.
The stage was designed by director Danny Boyle, and will include “a village cricket team, 12 horses, 10 chickens, 70 sheep, a model of Glastonbury Tor, two mosh pits, and the largest harmonically tuned bell in the world.”
But the fun doesn’t stop there, because it’s not an Opening Ceremony unless a 40-foot-tall Voldemort does battle with 30 Mary Poppinses.
Before 40-foot-Voldemort appears, ‘about 100′ children will be wheeled out on hospital beds to perform a choreographed ‘bed dance,’ which sounds quite sexy but probably is not.
To these one hundredish beds will be added a dozen more ‘giant’ ones, on which will dance/frolic/be such beloved storybook characters as The One Hundred and One Dalmatians’ dog-skinning villain Cruella de Vil.
Apparently this insanity is all just the tip of the iceberg, too. In an attempt to top China’s terrifying show of synchronicity from 2008, the U.K. has thrown every single British thing against the wall in hopes of something sticking.
Yeah, we’ll be watching the hell out of this.
Britain, you are drunk.
oh my fucking god HELLO THERE HOMELAND, DO YOU HAVE THE FOGGIEST IDEA HOW MANY SHARKS YOU JUST JUMPED
BECAUSE IT’S A LOT
A LOT OF THEM
(Source: thedailywhat)
For over 13 years (and girlfriend and children), architect Mickey Muennig lived in the tiny Greenhouse—his 1976 take on the then-popular dome and his celestial artistic response. From the deck of the outdoor bath, you can see up the coast.
Inside the one-room house, the reclaimed-redwood platform bed hangs on slender steel rods fastened to the ceiling. The ceiling cap is a vent—the house’s thermostat.
WANT
(via shylonelycat)
High Speed Water Photography by Marcus Reugels
WOW.
(via dduane)
I’m rereading Skirting the Cultural Chasm: The Interlaced Narratives of Two Revolutionaries by FaustianAspirant over on AO3, and it’s even better than I remembered. This is the sort of fic that kicks your mental awareness of the concept of fic itself into a subtly different world; the paradigm shift it engenders is way different from that prompted by, say, Hemostuck or Brainbent or TOSOTH, but it is just as powerful and just as fucking squeeworthy.
This author knows all of the rules and this author has read the source material(s) in depth and it shows. The idea of crossmapping the French Revolution to the world of Homestuck is on the face of it an undertaking scarcely to be fucking imagined but oh, do, do give it a chance, if you’re even slightly familiar with the historical events you will find yourself clapping and squealing like a total moron at each little gem revealed.
It’s written as a school project by one Dirk Strider, whose snarky orange commentary is so insanely spot-on it’s uncanny. I quote:
Though the next couple years were seminal for our protagonists, I’m not about to batter my readership with the full expository landslide. Anyone with more than an ounce of historical nous can dredge up the proceedings of the Racket-Based Two Player Sport Court Oath, the destruction of the Bastille and the beginnings of the Great Rampant Agricultural Bloodbutchery. I mean, hell, we spent a whole term studying this shit. It’s best understood as backdrop. Though it’s probably relevant to note that half of all trolls with blue blood or higher had hopped on a one-way ferry to England by the end of the year in a spate of understandable self-preservation, bringing the titled human nobility with ‘em.
Just go read it and you will be smarter and a lot more squeeful for having done so. Fuck, I love this fandom so much.
I am pretty sure this is one of the best photosets ever.
I would have to agree. Goddamn.
(Source: pavel-petel, via vaguelydown)
I guess it was about time I did these!
To match: beta kids, lowblood trolls, midbloods, highbloods.
goddamnit
oh Dirk.
(Source: cosmicfriendsforever, via jumpingjacktrash)
new boss
not only is capable of writing own emails AND reading messages before replying to them
but gives actual constructive and intelligent criticism on letter drafts
@.@
Hell YEAH. Notice no boob cups in the armor. That’s the real fucking deal. (The divot in the cleavage of boob armor is a weak spot and a good hit to it would smash the center of the ribcage.)
Forever reblog women in proper armour.
YES THIS
Hence forever grateful to a lot of the armor in DA
Except that weird leather armor with bare cleavage.
Like why.
this is who merida grows up to be
This is the perfect example of female armour - and yes, in fact, there’s not much difference to male armour at all.
While the armour in here is likely for sports only its design is still far closer to what medieval women would have worn. Not… metal bikinis.
That and one must remember that there is underarmour to be considered. the padding worn underneath armour - there won’t be much curves of the woman’s body left to be seen once she puts on her gear.
Beautiful!
to be fair, armor for males was sometimes made as a sort of ‘replica chest’ as well:
but that was generally done for theatrical effect, such as for gladiators and parade armor, and the practice had pretty much been abandoned by the period depicted above.
it also crosses my mind that a woman who’s done enough strength training to handle the heavy weapons used in that style of fighting is likely to be a lot less curvy than before she did the training.
and i’m just gonna stop before i get sidetracked onto researching female gladiators in ancient rome. i’ll just say it’s an interesting topic. :D
Holy SHIT this is gorgeous. This picture is like what the cover of 90% of my childhood fantasy novel reading list should have been (I love you, Larry Elmore, but boob armor didn’t work for me at 13 and it doesn’t now).
I want this woman to come haul me up on her horse and gallop off to some motherfucking adventures.
(Source: beautifulredheadoftheday)
Hades, I have always loved you but now I love you in a slightly but significantly different way.
(via shylonelycat)
stibnite
(via vastderp)
what crossdressing voguequius lacks in high heeled grace he makes up for in (ahem) unbridled enthusiasm
GOD CHAZ WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME
Welp, I need a pickup truck for all these boners I suddenly got.
Make that a U-haul.
Whoa. The one in the top-right-hand corner with the cropped jacket.
I just.
Unf.
“Man, they ruined that fort. It was such a neat fort, Rose, you’d have liked it — Karkat liked it, which says everything.”
Rose sighed at him. “Yes, obviously you take superior care of your brand-new pet. Now, I may have missed it in this mess, but… It’s been five hours since he was taken off his saline drip. Have you given him anything to drink or eat since?”
“—Um. Oops.”
Gah, I can’t even, this fic is so sickeningly awesome it hurts. There are so many little touches that kick it up from just plain old fucking fantastic to keyboardsmash level—I still can’t get John’s description of Karkat’s tiny, round, adorable horns from the first chapter out of my head, and now we have Dave’s monofilament sword and John translating Karkat’s ranting and in conclusion <3.
Fluorite with Arsenopyrite & Quartz from China by Dan Weinrich
Post fake essay on Magna Carta. Watch people submit it in college.
pfffff. <3
This person is a hero. Oh my God I am fucking dying over here—duke of Hazzard, Fland on the Luxembourg coast, the great battle of Runnymede, serfs eating socage, it just keeps on getting better and better. Ranulf de Glanville forbidding Christmas. Fucking John Lackland. Whoever wrote this I am betting owns a copy of 1066 And All That, and I salute them.