Reblog for the last one
it’s a game show where everyone eats the furniture in a room and tries to see which is made of chocolate
So basically you’re telling me this is the best fucking game ever created
Fuckin made my night.
Hidden messages at Shanghai Fashion Week 2014. WGSN street shot #shanghaifashionweek #streetstyle
It’s the early 00s. I’m living in Bath, and I’m in Moles club. This isn’t unusual. It’s Thursday, so I’m going to be in this place, which basically does the indie-club-with-bands thing better than any place I’ve ever been in my life.
Something else is happening this evening - the Three Tenors are playing the park. The vast majority of the town seems to be there, at this enormous public event - basically, it seems like everyone other than us. We’re in this hole beneath the ground, dancing and sweating and doing the usual.
2am hits. There’s a crowd-sized laugh as the DJ drops NESSUN DORMA.
Queue communal faux-opera singing. In the middle of this, one guy climbs onto one of the small tables, and thrusts his arms forward, as if he’s on the prow of a viking longboat. Four or five friends gather around, and push the table forward. The guy doesn’t change his pose, and is propelled triumphantly towards the centre of the dancefloor. The entire club goes on their knees, reaching out towards him in waves of hands.
The song reaches its climax. Everyone cheers, laughs and turns to go home.
The DJ drops Bowie’s HEROES.
Major turns minor, the crowd turns to each other and dances with all the sad tragedy that the song demands. Everything seems very precise and very meaningful, moving from a us-and-them, to an everyone, admitting difference while embracing a shared humanity and everything and everything and everything.
It’s not always the big things that seem big.
Reading this reminds me of reading Phonogram. I find it fascinating, but I’ll never quite experience musicin the same way Gillen does.
I mean, I know the kind of experience he’s describing, but it’s something I view at a remove rather than something I actually understand.
Apparently, I have no control over my imagination here. I’m not even a little bit sorry >_>
Was too lazy to shade it though since it was just supposed to be a quick sketch break from my TCP entry and it just kind of… evolved… <_<
Commonly confused medieval weapons, a powerpoint by me.
Now stop screwing them up, seriously, or I will put a medieval weapon in your head.
Tumblr is endearing me to being lectured at in Comic Sans
THIS is a WAR SCYTHE, a scythe actually used in combat. Notice it is not a useless piece of shit and is an actual functional weapon.
The only reason why death is pictured with a FARMING scythe is because he harvests souls.
you say that like you couldnt actually kill someone with a farming scythe which im willin to bet a lot of money that ur wrong
((Medieval glitter xD))