SICK AND TIRED OF PEOPLE STEALING YOUR GODAMN ART?
Can’t find the godamn ask to tell the blogger to kindly take your art down?
Email firstname.lastname@example.org with links to your originals and the repost, and they’ll take it down.
NOW REBLOG THE SHIT OUTA THIS AND SPREAD THE WORD!
I cannot decide if I approve or disapprove of Marvel Comics’ grasp of Roman mythology. (x)
I think I might have to get one or two for myself because I love tiny little things.
If you’re looking for cheap ones, the blind-bagged figure packs are a good place to start. You can find out which one is in each bag by looking for a code on the bag:
fairybeatsdragon asked: I saw the Tranformers Kreons at TRU the other day and I almost bought some but I realized how few of the Characters I know so I left them. They're so cute though!
Oh my gosh, i have to keep myself from overspending on them. They already take up too much space in my room as it is, and i only have four complete sets (and a bunch of individual figures).
Oh my god, I can’t believe they’re actually making this XD
I won’t fool myself pretending it’ll be “good” but I LOVE LEGO and you can be damn sure I’ll enjoy it, I also love how they animated the LEGO minifigs like they would move in the real world, rather than bending them like the videogames.
Looks like my plastic bricks obsession may come back.
but I’m afraid
I have to.
Wait, why is RDJ in this list?
He says sexuality for him is a grey area, and basically it depends on who you talk to if he’s bisexual or not
same with Misha, i’m guessing?
^no Misha is openly bi
i think you are
who deserves to be on this list
People who think that queer dudes cannot be ‘badass’ are clearly living in some kind of strange dream world O.O
Oh, Anon- no, no! You’re thinking about it all- wrong!
First off, stop comparing yourselves to ants. I mean, ants are magnificent creatures, who’ve lived for millennia with barely any necessity for evolving because their way of life is so efficient, don’t get me wrong— but you- you are not ants! You are human- beings! You are- people!
Alright. Look, say I have a pebble, and I’m standing by a pond, and I want to skip the pebble along the water. Pretend, in this scenario, that the pond represents the larger universe, and the pebble represent a single person - you, even, if you’d like.
So I ready my skipping arm, twist my wrist a little, let loose! And look, there you go!— skipping along the surface of the universe three or four times before finally plopping down.
Pretend, for a moment, that that’s your life span. Birth to death. You think, “Oh, but I only hopped across it three times. A hop, skip, and a jump, Doctor! That’s not significant at all.” Except wait! What happened every time the pebble hit against the water? There was a bit of a ripple effect there, wasn’t there? Branching out away from the centre point of each skip in a circumference that keeps widening and widening, expanding over the surface of the pond.
That is your effect on the universe. You see the results of your immediate actions — the pebble skipping on the water — but you don’t always get to see the broadening effects. You are shaping the world around you. You have a much larger effect on the way time and space contort and form than you could ever realise.
Like the TARDIS, people are so much bigger on the inside. So much bigger than they ever could realise and most of the time ever do realise, and certainly as vast as, if not more vast than, the universe you live in. Blimey, you create entire universes inside yourselves, with your magnificent imaginations and your ability to dream of things so much larger than what your species was originally built for.
Don’t besmirch that. When I say I’ve never met anybody that wasn’t important before, I mean it. And I know for a fact I will never meet somebody unimportant in the rest of my life to come. It’s one of the only things I can absolutely say with complete surety.
Because you’re not ants — you’re giants. Standing tall. And you are, oh!
—You are magnificent.
(THIS DID NOT MAKE ME TEAR UP I SWEAR)
This is the single cutest thing I may ever read this is changing my whole life thank you Doctor
Mostly it’s a matter of how easy it’ll be to write about it without having to be super-detailed about the period, and how much I’ll be able to get away with having queer characters.
(At Dexcon, a year ago, during the battle interactive at around 3a.m.)
ME: *hm, my boyfriend has been rubbing my back for a very long time. Does he think I’m sick? He knows I fall asleep around midnight….*
BF: Dude! What the fuck!
(backrub stops. Hands still on back. I turn to my BF. Both his hands are in the air. I turn the other way. The guy who RUNS PATHFINDER SOCIETY still has hands on my back.)
Seven years ago we all went through the flames. And the happiness of some of us since then is, we think, well worth the pain we endured. It is an added joy to Mina and to me that our boy’s birthday is the same day as that on which Quincey Morris died. His mother holds, I know, the secret belief that some of our brave friend’s spirit has passed into him. His bundle of names links all our little band of men together. But we call him Quincey.
The exact order of names isn’t given, but at least one unofficial sequel suggested Quincey Arthur John Abraham Harker. And I thought my names were a mouthful.