Posts tagged just
Posts tagged just
if someone was covered in paper cuts and you threw them into a pool of lemon juice how long do you think it would take them to die
what circle of dante’s inferno did you crawl out of
what if you rolled their body in salt first
easy there, satan
margarita of pain
Hearst Castle by Julia Morgan
The indoor mosaic-tiled pool is inspired by Roman baths.
WOW so what a stupid idea but check out those signatures and messages
this is beautiful
OMFG THIS IS PERF I CAN’T
tHE SANDY ONE THOUGH…
Hurricane Sandy Flooding Pic of the Day: New York City’s East River is starting to flood.
This apocalyptic shot is courtesy TDW reader Ariel.
ARIEL, YOU NEED TO GO INSIDE
IM STILL UFCKING CRYING OVER FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST CANNED BREAD
im laughing really hard at “is it hope, or bread?” what hte HELL DOES THAT EVEN MEAN
That is some serious commitment to cosplay right there.
WOAH HOLY SHIT
WOW DANG AWESOME
Its…. so damn beautiful.
W O W
HOLY MOTHER OF CHEESEDOODLES
YOU HAVE WON EVERYTHING
No one in the world has swagger like us.
In response to Lady Gaga’s heinous and miserable attempt to appropriate the burqa. It’s disrespectful to muslim women who actually do wear the burqa and no, she’s not doing anything for us by wearing it in a very sexualized manner in the name of fashion. There is nothing that will justify what she did and how she did it. This is REAL burqa swag.
Sorry. I can’t hear you over the sound of how much your religion hates anyone with a vagina.
That’s actually funny considering that in the pre-Islamic era, in the Arab societies, the women were deprived of the most basic human rights that is required for human existence. The practice of female infanticide was widely practiced among some of the Arab tribes. The first and foremost contribution that Islam made to elevating the social status of the Arab women was to give them the right to live. Islam forbade this inhumane practice and was highly critical of the attitudes allowing parents to reject their female children. Islam viewed the practice as a crime and murder. When women were nothing but chattel and property in places that are considered “modern” today like England and France, Muslim women were being given the right to inherit, divorce, work, keep their own money as well as spend their husbands, 1400 years ago in the deserts of Arabia. Why would a “misogynistic and patriarchal” religion care about these innocent baby girls? Why would Islam tell us that our mothers are the most respected figures in our lives after God and the Prophet? Muslim female scholars argue that most wrongs committed against women in the strictest countries of the Muslim world are not based on the Quran. It is based on local culture, traditions, political repression, illiteracy and poverty. Which can probably be said the same for your ~accepting and free~ western societies as well. Learn your stuff before you spew some stuff you probably learned from Pamela Geller.
g-isabellae asked you:
Yay! Okay, I was hoping you could throw Eridan and one of the human kids into a wilderness-survival scenario. Perhaps a shipwreck? I’d prefer Rose, Jade, Dirk, or Jake, but anyone’s fine. With any cliches you’d care to add!—broken ankles or other injuries, avoiding hostile &/or poisonous flora and fauna, finding shelter from the heat/cold/damp/whatever. Ideally whoever’s hurt more knows more about the local terrain and what is and isn’t safe, so they’re extra-dependent on each other. Thanks!
When Rose wakes up she has absolutely no idea where she is.
Lately this has become a more commonplace occurrence, but she’s still not used to it, and she goes through the standard series of immediate responses: oh good all my limbs are still attached and I can move them, probably therefore my back and neck aren’t broken, I don’t think I’m bleeding, no one in my current field of view is pointing any weaponry at me, and there aren’t visible tentacles.
There is, however, the hiss and crash of what sounds like surf nearby, and she’s lying on something damp and gritty but yielding when she pushes her fingers against it. Her head clangs viciously when she tries to sit up, and she shuts her eyes again and thinks black calm thoughts until she thinks she can try a second attempt.
Some of the recent past comes filtering back through the carillon booming in her skull. Right. Prospecting trip. New universe. Exploration. Ampora.
Ampora, she thinks, and rubs at the back of her head, where a lump roughly the dimensions of an egg is rising. She and Ampora had been selected because they were both magic-users and he was good with boats, and also frankly she was extremely clever and would theoretically be well-suited to exploratory missions.
They also hated one another relatively cordially. After his initial clumsy attempts at blackflirting, he had settled down into a platonic sort of hatred that fueled pointless but time-passing arguments over the nature of magic vs. science and the point where the two became indistinguishable. They’d spent, what. A week? Something like that—together on the boat and hadn’t torn one another’s throats out, which Rose considered a practical working relationship.
And there had been a storm, hadn’t there? She has confused flickers of memory: pink lightning ripping holes in the sky, waves the size of houses, stutter-flashes of light revealing Ampora fighting the wheel with his jaw set and his poofy hair flattened to his skull by the sheets of rain, those ridiculous silver-purple eyes lurid, improbable. Yes, definitely a storm, and she can remember a terrible fibrous creaking-screaming-groaning noise, and then nothing at all.
Seabirds circle overhead, crying.
reblarging because I actually really like this one.