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my trickster design for Cronus.
Uni..Uni..UNI..OMFG UNI YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS NOW.
VALERIE
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Installed without directions…
I don’t know why I’m laughing so hard holy shit
Somehow this is cooler than what it does normally. Put in colored lightbulbs and you have a friggin disco light.
im crying my eyes out
you had one job
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Young Justice Hoodies
I had never seen these hoodies until today, and in just one day I have seen this collection come up on my Tumblr feed at least a dozen time,
I can tell you I want the entire collection and I just have to track them down now. If anyone can give a heads up as to where I can get them that would be greatly appreciated.I have just been informed by the friendly bloggers of Tumblr that they are only concept pieces from a deviantART user who goes by the name seventhirtytwo. If this is the kind of incredible work that he is producing I hope he can get noticed by some bigwigs and they will take him and his art through to production.
KIIIIMIIIIII
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Rose, who lives on the barest of means, who speaks gibberish sometimes and who once stuck her fingers in a fire and pulled them out glowing red and next time her fingers were seen they were fine but for faint circles that look like they were left by tentacles? But that’s dumb, there’s not an ocean for miles-
Can we just pretend it’s not completely embarrassing how much I love Rose going grimdark in non-Sburb situations?
Like seriously, why aren’t there more stories with Rose puking up tentacles and slick black bile in shitty apartments and trying to hide the way her hands shake until she really can’t go out at all
only Eridan totally notices how she can’t even speak anymore without gritting her teeth every other word, like there’s something that keeps trying to escape and she has to try so hard to hold it in, and yeah, this dark magic business is bullshit but her moirail isn’t doing shit and someone has to step in soI mean,until her trawling though old bookshops looking for a “cure” somehow leads to her teaming up with this offensively hot computer nerd who’s got like two months until his brain explodeswow, all my ships are just kind of embarrassing, huh?I’m seriously invested in non-Sburb Rose, particularly a Rose who flirts with the vast unknown- a Rose who, for all her studies into the cosmically horrible, has no actual clue what’s wrong with her. Sometimes she vomits gallons upon gallons of salt water, and it’s only on closer inspection that she find that it’s invested with tiny, pearl-white eggs clumped together in sticky globs. She’s unclean, so horribly, horribly unclean, but nothing can stop the tirades of gibberish and visions. Sometimes, if the lighting is right, she fancies her skin gray and her eyes black, and there’s a stab of horror at how utterly alien she is before she realizes that no, no she is fine. She dabbled in black magic and in return became messenger of the Old Ones, the horrorterrors, but she has no context in which to know them, no reason to suspect they exist aside from the tentacled arms that sometimes thrash and thrive in place of her organs.
Rose Lalonde, a dark and withdrawn curiosity, slowly falling into the dark and brackish waters in which reside the gods she never quite believed in.
also, yeah, Sollux is a staunch-nonbeliever but for the gnawing voices of the soon-to-be-deceased, but that can be chalked up to bipolar tendencies, right? No, it can’t, and he knows that but whatever, he’s got shit to do and this Lalonde girl his a huge headache bigger than his existence and it’s not like she’s attractive or anythingI really have nothing to add to this perfection, I just desperately need it on my blog.
you two lovely human beings are just giving me more and more fuel for the au i have cooking in my head and i love you for it
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*opens jacket* hey u wanna buy some oh jesus fuck it’s cold *closes jacket*
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why does no one talk about the movie Sky High
is that young doc scratch
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The purrince… Uh, prince explains to the esteemed pouncellor that if she’s asking about his personal ships, there’s not all that much to confess. He has less of a shipping wall and more of a shipping memorial, less of a ship yard and more of a ship graveyard
He rejected the friend that liked him, smothered the friend he liked, and made his other friend miserable by taking the person she liked for himself. He figures that as a “Destroyer of Heart,” he is simply the best there is. And he thinks it’s probably for the best that he sticks with “just friends” for a while.
This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen with these two ever.
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Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s Eve?
You’re a douche bag.
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Toddlerpedes have attained notoriety on the Internet via popular blogs and social networking sites and have taken on a life of their own.
Toddlerpedes evolved over the years to imitate insects and mythological creatures. These days they surround Jon. They are his children, ‘mini-me’s’ that he finds irresistibly cute.
“I like the idea that the dolls i use in my sculptures have played important roles in so many childhoods. Personalities were attributed to each doll, which have come together to form a mega-personality… A sculpture that screams ‘Look at me!’” –- Jon Beinart
“Artist Johnny Beinart inverts our caring instinct into repulsion with these ‘Toddlerpedes’, twisting the cuteness out of baby dolls.” — Maxim Magazine UK, August 2005.
[@beinArtSurreal h/t @inventorspot]
only one thing comes to mind….
Human Centipede.
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Forget ‘sexy nurse’ or superhero — once upon a time, Halloween costumes were genuinely terrifying.
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