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well i know i just said i wasn't going to do anything big but in my defense this is only like 3"x4.5". a little zine that got away from me ft a conversation i've been thinking about for six months
40 years ago the future looked like this Saab Viking, 1982, by Rayton Fissore. A proposal for a new generation Saab based on the existing Saab 900 Turbo platform. The design was by Tom Tjaarda, formally of Ghia. Saab collaborated with Fiat, Alfa Romeo and Lancia to form the Group 4 project that produced the Saab 9000 instead
10/25/2015 - 10/30/2015
Ghost Print Pack // GhostsBySarah
I know I’m being an insufferable worldbuilding nerd here, but my basic metric for evaluating media with very inhuman protagonists is “how easily can one offer a complete and coherent account of this media’s plot without ever mentioning the fact that the protagonist is, for example, a talking car?”. The harder it is, the higher it scores.
@hewwbwazew I would LOVE to read this holy shit
VENOM #19
Cover art by JeeHyung Lee
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Among the reasons why Star Trek: Deep Space Nine is the best Star Trek is that the outfits look like they were designed by a competent costume designer who had been given a pile of the world's most miscellaneous fabrics and told that if they didn't use it all up by sunrise, Rumpelstiltskin would take their firstborn child.
The Ferengi Commerce Authority tends to inspire that kind of panic, true.
Look, they'd just bought 37 thousand yards of bankrupt stock from a company that made municipal transportation seat-covering fabrics and had to do SOMETHING with them.
back then that would be the equivalent of roughly $241. guess he Really liked movies.
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My god, I hate doing art in Photoshop, but I persevere to learn.
This is my character Tori Benson from my Knight Rider fanfiction Sins of the Father, which one reader described as Heathers meets Wargames. I'm Jackson Velour on AO3.
everyone thank linda cardellini
@smuggsy requested: Farrier + COLORS DUNKIRK (2017) dir. Christopher Nolan
hey. what do a selkie and a ziploc bag have in common
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I have no idea why this made me laugh out loud as hard as it did.
I am always fascinated and a little awed by people who seem to fit inside their own bodies.
You know what I mean—people who inhabit themselves as though they were supposed to be there.
As though it comes effortlessly to them.
I’m not referring to athleticism or physical beauty. Grace is nearly the idea, but not quite. What I’m describing is just a natural physicality, with or without elegance to it—people who can move and speak and express themselves in ways that seem as though they are fully integrated into their own flesh.
I often feel like a ghost possessing my own body. I have to think about motion and expression and intonation constantly. If I am not pouring careful intent into my muscles and my face and my voice, I come out... mushy and shambling. I have no sense of rhythm; simply clapping in time with a song takes my full concentration. My face is pretty enough, when motionless, but my expressions are awkward and contorted and flinching. I am my own inexpert marionette. I wear my flesh like an ill-fitting suit.
It's sad how common body dysmorphia and dysphoria are, we live in an artificial world with artificial ideals, we hold ourselves to an impossible standard and believe that we are not good enough as we are. I don't really know how I got over it, I think I just realised I'm fine as I am, pretending to be something I'm not was only making me worse.