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One Nice Bug Per Day
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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hello vonnie
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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almost home
Not today Justin
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Old meets new
Almost the entirety of the just-barely-over-200-person population lives in this one apartment building. That’s bizarre. That’s the kind of weird social dynamic that would make a super cool short story.
“YONDER YOUNG BLASARIUS”
(in reference to the Blood Meridian line “Young blasarius, yonder” Also related: the tarot card “The High Priestess,” featuring Boaz and Jachin, which the juggler carries in his deck of cards.) Just the name of a short story about a girl who goes around committing arson because the flames look like bouquets dappled in flitting butterflies, like an ocean gone mad. She likes watching big sturdy things suddenly get undone.
Marie Smith Jones was the world's last Eyak speaker - by the time she died last week, she could use her mother tongue only in her dreams. But the loss of a language is not just a personal tragedy, says Mark Abley, it is a cultural disaster
"The reason that Eyak will soon be extinct," Malik wrote, "is not because Marie Smith Jones has been denied her rights, but because no one else wants to, or is capable of, speaking the language. This might be tragic for Marie Smith Jones - and frustrating for professional linguists - but it is not a question of rights. Neither a culture, nor a way of life, nor yet a language, has a God-given 'right to exist'."
a poem about all the different types of alarms one hears in the very early morning hours
cell phones; alarm clock; baby wailing; spouse sneaking back inside & into bed, silent and breathless; dog whimpering; radio murmuring; coffee pot bubbling; etc.
1070 points and 69 comments so far on reddit
This has the potential to become either the single greatest or single worst heist movie of all time. Either way, I'd watch it.
What're your favorite Caleb texts??
14/52 (by Rebecca Mahoney)
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911 Dispatch: Parker County 911, where is your emergency? Jake Evans: Uh, my house. 911: What’s the emergency? Evans: Uh, I just killed my mom and my sister. 911: What? How did you do that? Evans: Uh, I shot them with a .22 revolver. 911: Are you sure they’re dead? Evans: They’re dead. 911: Okay, I want you to stay on the phone with me. Are you alright? Evans: Yeah, I’m alright. (The gun) is on the kitchen counter. 911: Jake, are you on any medication? Evans: Uh, no. I’ve been going to the allergist, I’m on allergy medication. Other than Zyrtec and Advil and Pseudoephedrine, I don’t take anything else. 911: Is there any reason that you were so angry at your mother and your sister? Evans: I don’t know. … It’s weird. I wasn’t even really angry with them. It just kind of happened. I’ve been kind of, uh, planning on, uh, killing for a while now. 911: The two of ‘em, or just anybody? Evans: Pretty much anybody. 911: Why? Evans: I don’t know. I don’t really like, uh, people’s, uh, attitude. … I think it’s kind of, very, like, you know, emotional. They’re verbally rude to each other and stuff like that. I don’t know. It’s just my family is just kind of really I guess this is really selfish to say, but I felt they were just suffocating me in a way. I don’t know, I’m pretty, I guess, evil…Whatever, I’m sorry. 911: Were your mom and sister in their beds? Evans: I don’t know. This is going to really mess me up in the future. I told my sister that my mom needed her. She was in her room, and she came out of her room, and I shot her. And she rolled down the stairs and I shot her again. And then I went down and I shot my mom maybe three or four times, but I’ll never forget this. My sister, she came downstairs and she was screaming and I was telling her that I’m sorry but just to hold still – that, you know, I was just going to make it go away. But she kept on freaking out, but she finally fell down and I shot her in the head about, probably, three or four times. 911: Are you in the kitchen? Evans: Yes. 911: Where’s your dad? Evans: He’s out of town. Washington, D.C. And, uh, I guess for future reference, I don’t really want to see any of my family members, like visiting or whatever. I just don’t want any type of visitors. 911: You don’t want to hurt yourself, do you? Evans: Just to let you know, I hate the feeling of killing someone. (Sighs) I’m going to be messed up. 911: You just take a deep breath. We have deputies coming, and they’re going to help you. Just to let you know, we’re going to help you, we’re not going to hurt you. Evans: I understand if ya’ll want to. 911: No, we’re there to help you, Jake. Everybody thinks we want to do bad things, but right or wrong, we want to help people, and we’re gonna help you. Do you understand that, Jake? Evans: Yes. 911: Is it a gated community? Is there a gate? Evans: Uh, yes. You want the password? (He gives her the password) 911: It’s going to be alright, it really is. They’ll be there shortly, won’t be long now. Jake, would you mind turning any of the porch lights on? Evans: I have turned the front lights on. (pauses) I was thinking of my sister. She was 15. 911: How long ago did (the shootings) happen? Evans: About, uh, 30 minutes ago. (breathes heavily) 911: You’ll be alright, Jake. Evans: I’m really worried about, like, nightmares and stuff like that. Are there any times of medications, and stuff? 911: Well, I think there is. I don’t know, I’m not a doctor but … I’m sure your family will get you the support you need. Evans: I don’t mean to sound like a wimp or anything, but this is, wow, I’ve never, like, done anything violent in my whole life. 911: You don’t sound like a violent person. But um, help will be provided for you. Medical and psychological. That will be provided, so you don’t have to worry about that right now. Take deep breaths for me now, you’re doing fine. In through your nose, and out through your mouth so you don’t hyperventilate, okay? Evans: (breathing) 911: Good, you sound a lot calmer right now. Evans: I didn’t want them to feel pain, that’s why I used a gun, but it’s like everything went wrong. 911: Jake, my officers are almost there, would you be willing to walk out on your own? Evans: Um, yes, I forgot to say before I called, I put the gun on the counter, it’s still loaded. 911: Okay, that’s fine. I’ll stay on the phone until it’s time for you to walk out. Are you on your home phone? Is it cordless? Evans: Yes. 911: Jake, what I want you do to is walk outside, but when you’re walking outside, stay visible, don’t walk behind any furniture. When you open the front door, put your hands up in the air, just walk very slowly, and walk outside, and keep your hands visible, alright, sweetie? I’ll talk to you later. Evans: Thank you (puts phone down) 911: You’re welcome.
"An onna-bugeisha was a type of female warrior belonging to the Japanese upper class. Many wives, widows, daughters, and rebels answered the call of duty by engaging in battle, commonly alongside samurai men. They were members of the bushi (samurai) class in feudal Japan and were trained in the use of weapons to protect their household, family, and honour in times of war. They also represented a divergence from the traditional "housewife" role of the Japanese woman. They are sometimes mistakenly referred to as female samurai, although this is an oversimplification. Significant icons such as Empress Jingu, Tomoe Gozen, Nakano Takeko, and Hōjō Masako are famous examples of onna bugeisha." (wikipedia)
Move over Odin, Ra, and Zeus, there's a new really old pantheon in town. Using photo-manipulation, artist James C. Lewis makes us wonder why the Orishas don't have their own comic book series.
Cybernetic Septicemia
We're not entirely sure how our bodies will react to cybernetic implants over time, or the kinds of health problems they'll introduce. Some implants may cause severe allergic reactions or exaggerated immune responses. Complications could arise in the way implants interact with tissues surrounding it, including infection, inflammation, and pain. They could also interfere with normal bodily functioning. There's also risk of rejection. Additionally, these implants could start to decay and degrade in unexpected ways, leading to life-threatening toxic effects and various forms of infections.
source: http://imgur.com/gallery/JSUib
Honestly, I’m really only interested in soulmate AUs with alternative plots.
I don’t really care about person A and person B who have each other’s names on their wrists and find each other and live happily ever after. I care about a culture where people don’t bother forming...
"Facial-recognition technology is quickly becoming a mainstay of commercial and government surveillance systems. While it can provide benefits in automation and security, it is also a threat to privacy. Sophisticated algorithms can already extract information about your gender, age and even mood from a single image, and then link those physical attributes to commercial or government databases." -Face to Anti-Face
The most cyberpunk post on this website, possibly ever.
For future reference.
I’m going to write a book about this.