I call this one BE NOT AFRAID
i made a pure good one thats all about loving your friends
i made me
I call it Yikes
When someone insults that thing you like
p-pwease, mr. obama
One of my biggest fashion obsessions is with the Hexties polymer neckties:
Yes. This is absolutely the kind of futuristic bullshit I need in my life, and the only thing stopping me from this egregiously sci-fi fashion statement is the $100 price tag.
Make one. Throw some plastic cut shapes on lamination plastic.
Not sufficiently futuristic. It has to be made from magnets.
Magnets might interfere with the cybernetic implants you definitely have.
What about a 3D printed version? Maybe there’s a file that exists somewhere you could get? Then it’s just a matter of asking someone with a 3D printer to test it out.
I call this one BE NOT AFRAID
i made a pure good one thats all about loving your friends
i made me
I call it Yikes
When someone insults that thing you like
p-pwease, mr. obama
whoa
Girl is in charge.
I thought this might be irrelevant to me but it’s got great advice on what to do when someone ignores something that you tell them repeatedly that you hate/makes you uncomfortable/feel like shit
THERE IS A FONT THAT IS DESIGNED TO MAKE U REMEMBER EVERYTHING
I don’t usually share a whole lot but THIS IS INCREDIBLE
I’ve been using this for my APUSH notes and I absolutely LOVE it! Sure I get strange looks from my teacher when he looks over my shoulder at what I’m typing, but whatever works, works, right?
I’m SO happy that this reached so many people oh my goodness
It’s such an incredible project and I hope it has helped heaps of you amazing students to study <3
This is so cool 🦔
why do so many “icarus and the sun” artworks and stories portray the sun as a woman? do y’all know who controlled the sun? apollo. icarus is gay as fuck, y’all.
Sometimes it was helios, not Apollo. Icarus was still gay as fuck
“Icarus we just escaped prison don’t ruin it by flying too close to the sun”
[Icarus already fucking launching himself across the sky for the sake of some godly dick]
woops
Guy getting himself killed to get some godly dick is propably the most Greek thing to ever happen in mythology
I showed my friend this and he goes “Icarus want dat Dickarus
this is incredibly grecian
How can anyone not reblog this?
The fall of Apollo and the fall of Icarus were one and the same; even a god couldn’t forget the starvation in those eyes, the barest brush of chapped lips, the curls, time-frozen, haloed in the plummet. For the first time in his vast, vast memory, his heart moved. It was a faint beat, with Icarus gone, but a beat still, and it wracked his body, cracking marble, leaking out his eyes.
Once, Apollo had considered going to Daedalus. Someone else who’d known Icarus. Mortals felt so much stronger. Surely a father’s grief would match, maybe even surpass, his own.
But there was the sun. Always the sun. He could not leave the chariot, and to pull Daedalus up would be to subject him to the same fate as his son. Nights were spent sleeping on marble steps, cold hard-pressed into his bones, guarding the world against the furious heat of an unforgiving star.
Sometimes he dreamed of those waves.
Sometimes, he wished a god could die.
—
Icarus laughed and Apollo lit up. More than his curls, more than his knife-sharp wit, even more than his sun-kissed shoulders, it was his laugh that Apollo loved, so he smiled and pressed his lips to Icarus’ grin.
Artemis huffed from where she sat in the tree above. Likely she didn’t approve; probably she had something to say about the duties of a god. Apollo couldn’t care less. She was skipping their father’s court too, anyway.
In that moment – his love laughing and warm and there, his sister disapproving but there, the ground solid underneath – Apollo was happy.
—
Artemis worried, but she had her hunts, and still there was the sun. On the now-rare days when Apollo still burned as bright as his burden, leaving his shadow to hold the reins, he avoided her. His other family, too. They knew him. They would know all the ways he was broken, cracked and shattered into a gross facsimile of divinity.
So he was alone. There was Apollo. There was the sun. There was the memory of Icarus.
—
All he felt was anger. Apollo flew, faster than the wind, faster than his sun, the world tumbling past his feet as he searched. Eventually – it took far too long – he found Icarus. He was being held by the Minoan king, he and his father, and Apollo wanted so badly to burn the entire palace in his path, but-
But the king wanted Daedalus to build him a labyrinth for a monster that reeked of Zeus’ meddling, and Apollo couldn’t lift a finger against his father.
He told Icarus as much, but the mortal just wouldn’t listen.
“You’re every bit as trapped by your father as I am by mine,” Icarus spat. "It’s pathetic. You’re a god! You can make a common woman prophesy, you can be by the side of every man on the isle, you can drive the sun, and yet you can’t disobey your father.“
Apollo left him there, in the maze his father built around them, without a word.
—
Until there was the Python, and the boy whose mother would never wake up even if he killed the snake, and there were people crowding him, tugging at his clothes, begging begging begging, and there was anger, and blood, and his gleaming arrows stained red, red and then. And then there was no Python. He’d killed it. The remaining people were safe. The mortal mother was still dead.
Instead, there was punishment. He stood before his father, and the other Olympians, maybe – it was all so blurred – as he told Apollo that what he’d done was wrong. His eyes, grey, storms inside marbles, were perhaps a little softer. Gentle rain instead of typhoons.
His voice, though, was still that of the cold, cold, winds from the north.
“Apollo.” He paused. "My son. You knew very well that we do not interfere with the mortals, and yet you acted. Why?“
Apollo’s tongue burned. Hypocrite. He swallowed it down and steadied himself before he spoke. "The boy asked. I could not watch as more of them died.”
Zeus watched him for an eternity, or maybe a moment. They were much the same to a god.
“If you care for the mortals so much, then perhaps more time among them will do you some good. Perhaps you will remember how quickly they die.” He nodded, once, to himself. "Yes. You will go to the plains south of Delphi, and there find a farmer. His name is Admetus. You will remain with him for a year, and tend to his herd.“
“And the sun?” Apollo asked weakly. At this, Zeus’ eyes became frenzied hurricanes, lashing outward with abandon.
“Are you so like them that you cannot even manage a duplicity?” he sneered. "You’ve let yourself become weak. Either you will manage the sun and the task before you, or the chariot will falter, and fall, and the lot will perish anyway.“
And it was decided. Apollo stepped onto the windswept earth with no fanfare or pomp, only a squeeze of his arm from his sister before she, too, slipped away. The man who stood before him watched her go before turning back to the god.
"So,” he started, feigning calm. "You’re the god Apollo.“
"I am.”
“And you’re to serve me for a year.”
“So I was told.”
Admetus looked him over warily, then sighed and turned towards the buildings just visible in the distance. He began to wade through the undulating grasses. "We’d best get started then. Would I be wrong to assume gods don’t generally spend much time on farms?“
Apollo started after him, saying quickly, "No, unless you’re Demeter. Or perhaps the Horae. I do know cattle, though, and I am a god.”
“All gods are skilled cowherds, then?” Apollo almost thought the man was teasing him, but no mortal would dare. Icarus had, but-
“No, but surely it counts for something. If it comes to it, I could simply make the animals do what I wanted.”
“Handy,” Admetus said, humming. "We’ll see if we can’t avoid that, though.“
The man was strange. He was hesitant, slow to give orders, which Apollo supposed made sense given that he was only bound here for a year; afterwards he was free to dole out any punishment he saw fit. Still, many others would have jumped at the chance to command a god. Icarus would have had Apollo abusing his powers within hours. That was likely why he was dead, and Admetus was not.
Thoughts like that had stopped hurting so much, over time. For all it was supposed to make him hate the mortal world, the work was soothing, too. Apollo spent most of his time gazing out across the plains, watching the green waves roll slowly outward, the sun tracking light across the sky. Often he nearly dozed off. And if a few would-be cow thieves startled him and got burnt, well, it wasn’t as though Zeus would care. Admetus didn’t either. He waved it off as fair punishment for trying to steal from a god.
"It’d be one thing if they weren’t caught,” he explained over a meal, mouth full of stew. "Someone who takes from a god and gets away with it is someone to be respected. They were caught, though, and the cows aren’t even holy. I have no pity for fools like that.“
Apollo accepted that and went back to his food.
He got used to eating, over the languid months. It was habitual. Admetus always offered him a place at his table, when he rose and found the god waiting, and again when Apollo returned behind the cows.
Admetus was everything Icarus hadn’t been. He was careful, slow to anger, considerate. He asked nothing of Apollo that wasn’t offered, although once, after a particularly long day, Admetus took Apollo’s hand and held it until the fire burned itself out.
If this punishment was meant to make him still again, to freeze his heart back into its glacial quiet, then his father was going to be furious.
He’d never felt more alive.
im in awe
So.
The Sound of Silence is probably one of my favorite songs ever. When speaking of the “true” Simon and Garfunkel version (as opposed to the version where they added background music to in post to make it more “pop radio”), it’s a song that gives me chills.
Disturbed is not a band that I really enjoy. I remember in college, my (now) wife gave me a copy of a Disturbed CD, because she had two for some reason. I tried to listen to it, I really did. Didn’t do anything for me.
But this? Holy fuck, this is stunning. This is amazing.
This gives me chills.
Holy shit, you have to listen to the whole sing.
I have chills.
Holy SHIT.
This is the band who did “Down With The Sickness”????
UM?????
If you stop before three minutes you’re missing the truly mind-blowing bit
Absolutely beautiful. I had chills.
DUDE!
Ok, it got a reblog out of me there at the end.
Fhdjf DUDE
The vocal range on this guy. THE VOCAL RANGE ON THIS FUCKING GUY.
I fuckin love Disturbed and always loved it when they did covers. This is amazingggg
i fucking love this video and i fucking love david draiman and his voice
chills
Is there a reason they are all wearing the same shirt???
Yes. If you’ve ever been to a college campus when the frat boys are out en masse, you will see they all wear the same clothes to be able to quickly identify each other in public.
Firefighter demonstrates how to put out a kitchen fire
Reblog to actually save a life
To explain. The latter works because you’re cutting off the supply of oxygen to the fire and suffocating it
as opposed to slapping oxygen inside the pan with the downward motion
Reblogging, because this is so important. When I was learning how to cook for myself in my tweens, I had at least a five years of fire safety seminars from school drilling this into my head, and I STILL had that instinctive put-the-fire-out-with-water reflex. Didn’t even think. I saw our oily burner catch fire after frying eggs, whipped around towards the sink for water, and my brain immediately screamed NO!!! NO WATER! I mean that fire safety stuff straight up bitchslapped me out of REFLEXIVELY setting my house on fire. I found a pot lid and inched it over the burner before turning off the heat. Even if you think you know this stuff, panic is powerful shit. Make knowledge more powerful.
“Even if you think you know this stuff, panic is powerful shit. Make knowledge more powerful.”
Wowie! Stay safe, everyone!
so metropolitan museum of art has a register of books they’ve published that are out of print and that you can download for free! they’re mostly books on art, archeology, architecture, fashion and history and i just think that’s super useful and interesting so i wanted to share! you can find all of the books available here!
FREE BOOKS, MY PRETTIES. FREEEEEEE!
ooh!
Yuukoku no Moriarty (Moriarty the Patriot)
A reimagining of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s 19th century England through the eyes of Professor James Moriarty, unraveling his motives for aiming to become the greatest criminal the country has ever witnessed.
Brought to you by Takeuchi Ryousuke (writer of the manga adaptation of All You Need Is Kill, the novel of which became the basis of the Tom Cruise/Emily Blunt film Edge of Tomorrow) and Miyoshi Hikaru (artist of Kanshikan Tsunemori Akane).
Manga is still ongoing and currently has seven volumes. If you’re a fan of the world of Holmes and his greatest rival, you might want to give this a try (`・∀・´)
(Read English scanlation here)
jealous
An absolute badass
“While many people think fanfiction is about inserting sex into texts (like Tolkien’s) where it doesn’t belong, Brancher sees it differently: “I was desperate to read about sex that included great friendship; I was repurposing Tolkien’s text in order to do that. It wasn’t that friendship needed to be sexualized, it was that erotica needed to be … friendship-ized.” Many fanfiction writers write about sex in conjunction with beloved texts and characters not because they think those texts are incomplete, but because they’re looking for stories where sex is profound and meaningful. This is part of what makes fan fiction different from pornography: unlike pornography, fanfic features characters we already care deeply about, and who tend to already have long-standing and complex relationships with each other. It’s a genre of sexual subjectification: the very opposite of objectification. It’s benefits with friendship.”
— Francesca Coppa, “Introduction to The Dwarf’s Tale,” The Fanfiction Reader (via francescacoppa)
Someone put it into words. I gotta sit down
YES. THANK YOU! This is why it bothers me so much when people call fic “porn.”
I’ve seen replies like – “yeah, but PWP still exists” – and I’m gonna disagree. PWP can’t exist in fanfiction!* Because the Plot and the character development are already baked in, from canon and from our shared understanding of the characters. Even a fic that’s 100 percent sex is told within existing context of the characters and the canonical story (and often within the context of other fic). Which is the point of writing a sex scene about specific characters. And not just writing about context-free bodies. *very generally speaking and for the sake of this conversation; I’m sure there are rare exceptions
^^^^^^^^
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