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The Stonewall Inn
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Game Changer & Make Some Noise
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Love Begins
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Phantogram Three
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
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The Bowery Presents
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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@avantgardewonderland
El negro Matapacos (black cop killer) was a symbol of fight and hope in the social protests we had last year. He was a stray who marched with the people and defended them from authorities.
He is Chile’s most beloved protest dog.
Here are some murals honoring him from different cities across the country
they even made a statue
Jesus Christ what just happened.
look at different people each time tho
#is this problem sleuth
sHE THREW A BABY
I’ve been watching his for the past 5 minutes
Sometimes I just start singing and my mom joins in
Whoa…
#don’t trust this #they’re probably sirens
These two are singing “O magnum mysterium” by Tomas Luis De Victoria! It’s a very pretty piece from the renaissance that has a lot of different voice parts singing totally different melodies that mesh well together. I sung tenor for a song of his as well. It sounds ethereal in cathedrals and bathrooms alike my opinion. Its the room’s ability to bounce sound and make it resonate, giving it it’s “mermaid siren” like quality. It sounds great. Congratulations, you both! Sounds very pretty and seems like a fun time to clean with things like that.
yes its back on my dash
god lol
I always reblog the bathroom sirens <3
good lord
chipped
Bless this comic.
The mashup you never thought would work
Congratu-fucking-lations.
I would pay so much to have this as a ringtone I’m not even joking.
Why?????
The face I made while listening to this was so visceral I had to draw it before reblogging it
@asexual-shiro @radakias
PLEASE JUST LISTEN
@fantomessilencieux I JUST SPAT OUT MY TEA PLEASE LISTEN TO THIS
@ninja-inu IM CRYING SO HARD WHY DID THEY EVEN DO THIS HAHAHAAHAHAH. THANK FOR SHOWING?!
I CANT BREATHE!!!!!!
a snapshot of my soul, in audio form
I REALLY NEED THIS!!!
A Note on Cultural Appropriation
If you’re not Native American, its not smudging its smoke cleansing.
If you’re not Native American, its not a spirit animal, it’s an animal guide, patronus or daemon. (And no it’s not a totem animal either.)
If youre not African American or Afro-Carribean, it’s not a voodoo doll it’s a poppet.
Yes, you’re not wrong in pointing out that i just gave you a list of synonyms. No one is saying that these CONCEPTS are inherently appropriation. But specific terms carry their specific ties. Know what ties are for you, and what aren’t.
I thought voodoo dolls had roots in Europe, though, tied to witchcraft and breaking witches of bewitchment through physical pain. From what I’ve read, they’re actually commonly misapplied to Haitian Voudou and Louisiana Voodoo.
I mean, poppets also have roots in Europe, and I think the term “voodoo” comes from West African Vodun, but the practice of sticking pins in dolls appears to be European-based.
Poppets and voodoo dolls aren’t really the same thing either, afaik.
I can’t speak on spirit animal, and I know smudging is correct (as it is a term p much exclusive to Native cultures). But I’m almost positive the voodoo doll bit is wrong.
Mythology and folklore geek PSA: Yes, voodoo dolls are, in fact, European. They were originally called “poppets”, as Zach points out; the term “voodoo doll” only arose comparatively recently, gaining prominence in the 1930s and on as a result of movies depicting Haitian Vodoun as being hugely based around them. This is untrue; poppets and similar effigies didn’t have any large presence in Vodoun, hoodoo, or any other related folkloric beliefs (individual practitioners might have used them, because folk magic is pretty much by definition off-the-cuff and each person using it might make up their own crazy shit, but there are no records of any popular or semi-formalized systems that I know of which made use of them).
More of them mermaids. So much fun to draw.
More Animated Artwork Wonderfulness from Gui Guimaraes -aka Moonlightorange ( Tumblr link )
Fantastic digital painting from Gui, you can watch his process on https://youtu.be/WxMDAR8BaHo
Gui is from Quebec, Canada
He also is on DeviantArt and Artstation
I have posted Gui before but couldn’t resist these latest animated artworks :)
Did anyone notice how quickly the internet turned into a Lovecraftian horror scenario?
Like we’ve got this dimension right next to ours, that extends across the entire planet, and it is just brimming with nightmares. We have spambots, viruses, ransomware, this endless legion of malevolent entities that are blindly probing us for weaknesses, seeking only to corrupt, to thieve, to destroy.
Add onto that the corrupted ones themselves, humans who’ve abandoned morality and given up faces to hunt other people, jeering them, lashing out, seeing how easy it is to kill something you can’t touch or see or smell. They’ll corrupt anything they think could be a vessel for their message and they’ll jabber madly at any who question them. Their chittering haunts every corner of the internet. They are not unlike the spambots in some ways.
Add on top of that the arcane magisters, who are forever working at the cracks between our world and the world we made. Some of them do it for fun, some of them do it for wealth, others do it for the power of nations unwise enough to trust them. There are mages who work to defend against this particular evil, but they are mad prophets, and their advice is almost never heeded, even by those who keep them as protection.
All people know several spells to use the internet. Facebook asks you for the magic words to log in, so does your email, so does your twitter and on and on. The spells are words or a gesture with the hand, some use the colour of your eyes, or the shape of your finger. Our chief of security joked about requiring users to give a drop of blood before they could log in. Many do not understand the humour of mages.
The cracks between the two are breaking. IP cameras filled our world with eyes and the magisters learned how to open almost all of them. We all carry magic slabs of glass that if you hold it up to your ear can sing to you with a loved one’s voice, but if you look at it with your eyes, can show you a corrupted human with bleeding orange skin scream the profane with a thousand voices. The other day I saw someone hack a moving vehicle. At one point they made it stop. At another they made it so it couldn’t stop. Some of our best and brightest are going to create an army of four winged bats hovering throughout every city and we are going to connect them directly to the dimension where the nightmares live.
I’m not saying it’s all bad, but I am saying Cthulhu lies deathless dreaming in this web we built him and he is waking up.
Welcome to the VERY protobasics of techno-occultism? Be Aware that The Rules still apply.
Guard your Demense.
DON’T START CREATING INDEPENDENT THOUGHTFORMS ON YOUR THIRD DAY IN.
Have you ever seen a peacock in full flight?
I do not own these pics. They were sent to me in an email. But I thought I’d share with you all because they’re just AMAZING.
DRAGONS
I feel so stupid I didn’t know they could fly, I thought they were like CHICKENS, I never questioned it because these pictures never circulate, I am WAY OVER MY HEAD.
tell me this bird wont fuck you up
When I was a wee little ‘Peasant, our church was on the edge of farmland. The farmer next door kept a flock of peacocks (they eat rattlesnakes. Very useful.)
Except things like property lines and fences mean nothing to peacocks. So you had maybe four males and seven females (including one albino peacock and two albino peahens that were gorgeous) who just strutted around the church grounds like they owned the place. (they probably did)
And when I was a little girl, foolishly, I tried to chase them. I thought their feathers looked like the softest thing in the world (and whenever the males would shed a tail feather here and there, we kids tended to see it like them graciously allowing the bald weird two-legs to play dress up because you’d better believe we would walk around pretending to be peacocks) It’s a miracle none of them ever attacked me.
The only time we ever saw them fly was to get up to the top of the solitary light post in the back grounds, or to roost on the branch over the fences where they seemed to hold court. My sister and my friends and I used to go sit in the grass under the branch and just watch them calling and yelping at each other.
But the thing was, those birds were pretty sure they owned the whole outdoors. So the one Easter Sunday when we had an outdoor sunrise sermon, the pastor didn’t really stop to think about this. So he’s standing on the cracked cement basketball court preaching, and along comes one of the smaller male peacocks strutting and bobbing his head behind the pastor. Just ignoring all of us until he gets to the middle of the court and then he screeches, and then keeps going.
I wonder if they’re still down there
She is lured down from the heavens by a peculiar offering of stone and fire, taking shape to more closely inspect her prize and its bearer…
Rations for various RPG Races
[[ Source. Original creator: wats6831. Additional information and images linked under each one. ]]
Universal:
Homemade artisan herb bread, home grown and dried apples and prunes, uncured beef sausage, munster cheese. Made a small bag from cheesecloth and tied it closed.
Discussion thread here.
Dwarf:
Garlic chicken livers, smoked and peppered cheese, spiced pork sausages, hard tack, dried vegetables, dried wild mushrooms.
Discussion thread here.
Elf:
Top left to right: Evereskan Honey Comb, Elven Travel Bread (Amaretto Liquer Cake with custom swirls), Lurien Spring Cheese (goat cheese with garlic, salt, spices and shallots), Delimbyr Vale Smoked Silverfin (Salmon), Honey Spiced Lichen (Kale Chips), and Silverwood Pine Nuts.
Discussion thread here.
Halfling:
From upper left: “Honeytack” Hard tack honey cakes, beef sausage, pork sausage mini links, mini whole wheat toast, cranberry cheddar cheese mini wedge, mini pickles, pumpkin and sunflower seeds, lower right is my homemade “travel cake” muesli with raisins, golden prunes, honey, eggs and cream.
Discussion thread here.
Half-Orc:
Wrapped in cheesecloth and tied in burlap package. Forest strider drumsticks, molasses sweet wheat bread “black strap”, aged Munster, hard boiled eggs, mixed wild nuts.
Discussion thread here.
Orc:
Orcs aren’t known for their great cuisine. Orcs prefer foods that are readily available (whatever can be had by raiding), and portable with little preparation, though they have a few racial delicacies. Toughs strips of lean meat, bones scavenged from recent kills, and dark coarse bread make up the bulk of common orc rations.Fire roasted rothe femur (marrow is a rare treat) [beef femur], Strips of dried meat (of unknown origin) [homemade goose jerky], foraged nuts, only edible by orcs….nut cracker tusks [brazil nuts], coarse black bread, made with whatever grains can be pillaged [black sesame bread], Pungent peppers [Habanero peppers stuffed with smoked fish and olives].
More images here. Discussion thread here.
Gnome:
Pan fried Delimbyr smelt, spiced goat cheese (paprika crusted hand pressed Fontina), Gnome shortbread (savory pistachio), glass travel jar filled with Secomber Red (wine), hard boiled quail eggs packed in rolled oats (to keep safe), dried figs from Calimshan, and Southwood smoked goat sausage (blood sausage).
More images here. Discussion thread here.
Lizardfolk:
Lizardfolk are known to be omnivores, forage for a surprising variety of foods found within the confines of their marshy environs, in this case the Lizard Marsh near Daggerford. Fresh caught boiled Delimbyr Crayfish on wild chives, coastal carrageen moss entrapping estuary brine shrimp (irish moss, dried brine shrimp), Brackish-Berries (blackberries), Blackened Dart-Frog legs (frog legs) on spring sprouts (clover sprouts), roasted bog bugs on a stick!
More images here. Discussion thread here.
Drow:
From top left: Menzoberranzan black truffle rothe cheese (Black Knight Tilsit), Donigarten Moss Snails (Escargot in shallot butter sauce), Blind cave fish caviar in mushroom caps (Lumpfish caviar), faerzress infused duck egg imported from the surface Realms (Century egg), Black velvet ear fungus (Auricularia Black Fungus Mushroom).
More images here. Discussion thread here.
Drow will also eat A Fucking Rock if it’s goth enough
Nothing to me is cooler or more interesting in settings then food culture, so I love stuff like this. Glossing over food in fantasy is boring!
Requested Hulk as Harry Potter
i will never NOT reblog this omg
THE SORTING HAT
New favorite Twitter account: @PresVillain
Trump tweets pasted into Red Skull’s dialogue bubbles. So simple. So brilliant. So disturbingly apt.
i mean
it’s probably a bad thing when i legitimately could not tell, at first glance, whether or not this was a series of actual red skull quotes that just happened to sound like trump, or trump himself
RIP Vine January 24, 2013 - January 17, 2017 x x
this shit gives me life
The Man Who Was Screaming
I was laying in bed one night, about to fall asleep, when somewhere far below me I heard a screaming. It was faint, and might not have been a screaming at all, actually. Might have been just wind howling between some rocks, or water running through a pipe below. I thought nothing of it, and went to sleep.
The following night, however, it persisted. A horrible, distant, eldritch wail. I got up, put on some some sweatpants and a coat, and made my way outside to investigate. The sound seemed to come from the direction of the woods. Following it, I found myself in an isolate grove. An almost abnormally large, wiry tree stood in its center, and what was now certainly a human scream emanated from below it.
I approached cautiously. Just below the tree, underneath one of the roots, was a small hollow. Still curious about the noise, I stuck my hand in, illuminating the opening with my phone’s flashlight. It was more than large enough for a human. I squeezed through between the roots.
A spiraling dirt staircase led downwards into the earth. Gradually, it became a stone staircase. And gradually, it became more refined. Indiscernible symbols of some ancient language at first spattered, and then totally covered the walls. The feverish scribbling was punctuated with crude drawings of an enormous creature made seemingly only of darkness and limbs. As I descended, torches began to appear, glowing with a reddish flame, bouncing shadows in mad patterns among the cavern.
The spiral staircase came to an opening – an enormous atrium of black stone, which I entered through the middle of the ceiling. Below me, a sea of dark liquid. The screaming was almost deafening now, as I stepped onto the floor of the atrium.
The distinct smell of iron and rot. It was blood. This unthinkably enormous opening, where I could barely see the walls in the distance, was entirely submerged in about 3 inches of blood. It reflected the light of the chandeliers dangling above wildly. I turned around, and saw the man.
On the far side of the cavern from the staircase, there stood a humanoid figure, covered entirely in the thick red liquid. It looked as if the blood was flowing both from him, and into him, at every pore. His whole body was a turbulent red. And he was screaming a scream that spoke of years, perhaps centuries of screaming. Grotesque, and unending.
“STOP,” I said to him.
“Sorry,” he replied.
“STOP WITH THE SCREAMING,” I told him.
“Yeah, sorry, my bad,” he said.
And so he stopped, and I went back to my house, and went to sleep.
But the next night the motherfucker was at it again, so I guess that’s life for you.
Holy shit im dying right now..prob the best one
This actually probably is the best one hahahaha
a lot of my faves
Had to reblog and tag this so I can see watch it whenever I please
