where-nobody-can-see:

bookishbutcorruptible:

the-fandoms-are-valentines:

grandtheftautosanandreas:

Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters

they need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay
“He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.”
"Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.”
"He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.”
"It looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro.”
"If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.”

“The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t.”

This is actually pretty amazing.

where-nobody-can-see:

bookishbutcorruptible:

the-fandoms-are-valentines:

grandtheftautosanandreas:

Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters

they need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay

He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.”

"Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.”

"He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.”

"It looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro.”

"If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.”

“The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t.”

This is actually pretty amazing.

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So I used to be a martial artist

thecolourfreedom:

textuallyaroused:

I started going to the dojo when I was in sixth grade. It was a very masculine environment; there weren’t a lot of other girls there but the male senseis who ran the place were great guys and they genuinely loved having female students because we…

bioticbootyshaker:

drtanner:

missmokushiroku:

thegamingmuse:

all-four-cheekbones:

n-o-r-m-a-n-d-y:

nothing makes a gamer more nervous than when the game autosaves in a seemingly harmless location

"this is an awfully convenient collection of healing items"

"why is all this ammo here"

"where did all the enemies go"

"This room has rather a lot of wide, open space in it." 

"The music stopped suddenly."

"No, there it is."

"….That’s an awful lot of bass."

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thejabberwocki:

diaphanee:

Moritz von Schwind, Erlkönig, 1830.
The Erlking (German: Erlkönig, “Alder King”) is depicted in a number of German poems and ballads as a malevolent creature who haunts forests and carries off travellers to their deaths. The name may be an 18th-century mistranslation of the original Danish word elverkonge, “elf-king”. The character is most famous as the antagonist in Goethe’s poem Der Erlkönig and Schubert’s musical adaptation of the same name.
The Erlking as a character has its origins in a common European folkloric archetype, the seductive but deadly fairy or siren (compare La Belle Dame sans Merci and the nix). In its original form in Scandinavian folklore, the character was a female spirit, the elf-king’s daughter (Elverkongens datter). Similar stories existed in numerous ballads throughout Scandinavia in which an elverpige (female elf) was responsible for ensnaring human beings to satisfy her desire, jealousy or lust for revenge.


Okay no but the Schubert piece is fantastic, really kinda eerie and chilling.

thejabberwocki:

diaphanee:

Moritz von Schwind, Erlkönig, 1830.

The Erlking (German: Erlkönig, “Alder King”) is depicted in a number of German poems and ballads as a malevolent creature who haunts forests and carries off travellers to their deaths. The name may be an 18th-century mistranslation of the original Danish word elverkonge, “elf-king”. The character is most famous as the antagonist in Goethe’s poem Der Erlkönig and Schubert’s musical adaptation of the same name.

The Erlking as a character has its origins in a common European folkloric archetype, the seductive but deadly fairy or siren (compare La Belle Dame sans Merci and the nix). In its original form in Scandinavian folklore, the character was a female spirit, the elf-king’s daughter (Elverkongens datter). Similar stories existed in numerous ballads throughout Scandinavia in which an elverpige (female elf) was responsible for ensnaring human beings to satisfy her desire, jealousy or lust for revenge.

Okay no but the Schubert piece is fantastic, really kinda eerie and chilling.

Hear ye, hear ye!

lillith-thesubmissive:

Beard Wars rage on!!

captainandhiskitten, consider yourselves officially challenged for battle!

As contenders, you pledge your allegiance to the awesome rules I came up with after much thought and consideration (not really), which you can consult here.

Love the Beard, fear the Beard, honour the Beard.

And one more time for good luck: Beard.

storytellerluna:

linadivorceeofl:

YES IT’S ON MY DASH AGAIN

OH MY GOD IT’S BACK

(Source: cloudyatlas, via madelinefish)

natgeotravel:

Georgia mountains fade into an artist’s blue palette under the morning sun in Georgia.
Photograph by Jimmy Hill

natgeotravel:

Georgia mountains fade into an artist’s blue palette under the morning sun in Georgia.

Photograph by Jimmy Hill

shslkittycatlady:

zanareid:

slightlywarmtopic:

Calm ur tit
Just one tit
Leave the other one crazy and out of control
That ur party tit

image

I’m fuCkING SCREAMING

(via madelinefish)

fashionsfromhistory:

Dance Dress

Maggy Rouff

c.1952

Kerry Taylor Auctions

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