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ruegracieuse

careers to consider when I finish uni:

girl in 1960s Paris with winged eyeliner and a fringe who sits in cafes and bars and drinks sherry
WWII war nurse
muse for a late 19th century artist
archaeologist in the 30s
suffragette
background character in a Wodehouse story
incorporeal sense of vague dissatisfaction

hmm

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godblessyoublackemperor

hoopyfrood

im watching planet earth and theres this one small scene where the most round seal ever swims past and id just like to thank david attenborough for bringing us this good good orb seal

ok so i did some seal research tm and it turns out these are the baikal seals and they can only be found in the freshwater lake baikal. i love them

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wilwheaton

universalequalityisinevitable

bzangy

always reblog COMMUNIST TREK. <3

rhube

Star Trek is radical in so many ways people often forget.

clevermanka

The future that liberals want

The future anarchists want

I’m pretty sure the federation is a socialist utopia but go off I guess

thewilytouchstone

This future isn’t even on the communist-capitalist scale that we only think of when it comes to contemporary economics. The United Federation of Planets is a “non-monetary economy” where internal capital does not exist, people can get whatever they need when they need it thanks to advanced technology and highly-efficient distribution systems, and trade with external organizations is funded through monitored allowances so as not to destabilize foreign economies.

Basically, the idea is that once the survival and comfort needs of a population are met then they can devote all their time to personal, community, and societal enrichment by pursuing their own dreams free of worry. Want to be a scientist? Go to school tuition free and have access to all the lab equipment you need. Want to be a gourmet chef? Find a kitchen you like or open one on your own and cook as much as you want. Want to explore the galaxy? You can still do any of that other stuff, but now you do it on a spaceship!

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characterlimit

Nothing is quite as relaxing as a good game of Skyrim

My horse is on fire

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centaurcentral

“A Centaur in Disguise” by Michelle Tolo

greekceltic

This is the most precious Centaur art I’ve ever seen.

ironychan

What really makes it is the fact that the dude and the horse are both going “something here ain’t right…”

And I could see any hard core horse riding enthusiast going “What are you doing!? That’s not how you ride!”

hostduraravros

I guess he’s trying to blend in and not be the

centaur of attention

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characterlimit

booksfunquotes

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calmafterthestormlis-deactivate

Edinburgh Gothic

You are stuck in roadworks. There were no roadworks yesterday. There will be no roadworks tomorrow, when you do not need to drive. You turn down another street, but there are roadworks here, too. There are roadworks behind you. Everywhere, the sound of jackhammers.
To get from home to work, you must walk uphill. To get from work to home, you must walk uphill. There are no downhills.
You cross a bridge. Below it is Edinburgh. Around you is Edinburgh. Above you is Edinburgh. Inside you is Edinburgh.
Outside it is raining. You look up and see sun and blue sky. At your feet is snow.
You walk into a building and cross over ot the window. You are six stories up. You return to the door. You are twelve stories up. You return to the window. You are in the void.
Your feet stick to the floor in Hive. You can feel yourself beginning to sink. You try to escape, but every door leads to another dancefloor. You sink into a sticky darkness where unseen figures gyrate against you. Shots are a pound.
Humans are seen bringing sticks and toys to Greyfriars Bobby’s grave. No human is seen removing them, but they disappear.
It is 12.59. You hear nothing. It is 2pm. No cannon fired and one o’clock did not happen.
You spit on the heart for luck. The heart beats. The city pulses. The city blesses you.
You wander down a side street. There is a statue of John Knox and a shop that sells only hats of many colours. Tomorrow you will return, and there will be a statue of Adam Smith and a cafe that does not serve coffee.
A tourist wants a history book about Princess Merida. A tourist tells you that William Wallace is only a movie character. A tourist wants to know why you do not know your own history. You weep that you only know the history of the reality that you are from.
You are cold and lost and alone in an unknown place. You find a bus stop. A 35 bus arrives. The 35 goes everywhere. The 35 can take you home. The 35 leaves without you because you do not have exact change.

So work was boring again and I did an Edinburgh Fringe Gothic

You cannot go to work because it is now a Fringe venue. You go to the shops, but they are all Fringe venues too. You try to return home, but there is singing inside. Your flat is now a Fringe venue. Admission is ten pounds.
Masked figures in black rob a bank. One holds a sign proclaiming that they are drama students doing a performance art piece on the evils of capitalism. The crowd cheers and puts money in a hat when they sing a Proclaimers song.
The great cow lies with all four legs in the air. Inside, there is laughter.
Reality frays at the edges in the Fringe. Dimensions cartwheel past and hand you a flyer for the End of Days. Admission is free.
Fringe Venue 616 is an open grave. Maggots fall into your hair and bones crack under your feet as you climb in. Three students perform Hamlet. It is alright. They’ve clearly worked hard.
A corpse lies in the middle of the Royal Mile. It is advertising a show. A knight fights a demon in front of the Tron Kirk. They are advertising a show. People with painted faces slay and devour the hapless in the street. They are advertising a show. They have flyers.
Children giggle as a living statue dances for them. Across the city, people stare at an empty plinth in confusion.
Have a flyer. Your hands are full of flyers. Have a flyer. Your pockets are full of flyers. Have a flyer. Your bag is full of flyers. Have a flyer. Your eyes are full of flyers. Have a flyer.You open your mouth to scream, but your throat is full of flyers. Have a flyer.

Now that the Fringe has descended on us yet again, I feel compelled to reblog this once more. Spent the evening around George Square and was offered flyers every few seconds.

#perfect #Edinburgh #edfringe

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danisnotonfires

My naym is dog My frend is smol He dose not fetch Or thro the ball But I not chays Or bite like cat Insted I’m kind I lyk the rat

My naym is rat And this caynine He show me how to have good tyme I stand up tall Upon my toes I stretch my tung I lyk his nose

I love you

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gyarados

You’re welcome

This is the most useful thing I’ve ever reblogged.

danwasonfireonce

i used to think when people said my cousin twice removed that their cousin must’ve did some fucked up shit to get kicked out of the family twice

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May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.

Mal Reynolds (via poehlaris)

#reynolds is life

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motherhenna

me, holding my newborn child: what are its stats??

Class: Infant Race: human Strength: 0 can barely support own head Agility 0 needs to learn to walk Intelligence: 2, understands that crying brings food, replacement of soiled garments with fresh ones Wisdom 1 no object permanence Charisma: 20 becuase people lose their shit around babies, -1 for each month until Terrible Twos and all Charisma drops to 1.

HP: 2

Spells per day: Cloudkill, Telepathic Summons, Sleep (casts on Self),

Infant fingernails: does +1 cutting/slashing damage