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Honestly in all of these stories these poetic white men who somehow end up immortal get so bored and miserable because they just sit in their mansion all day doing whatever it is they need to do in order to sustain their immortality and then they just throw lavish parties and organize orgies or whatever and then they’re like “why am I sad I eat three course meals and have at least one orgy daily what MORE could I POSSIBLY need??”
Like???? Damn go for a walk. Do you even KNOW your neighbors? Get a dog and take it to the park. Set up an elaborate fish tank. Go skiing like you’ve been alive for 200 years and you’ve spent 180 of it in your house looking at paintings and drinking wine with other rich assholes no wonder ur life sucks my man.
Buy a canoe.
USSR
People accuse tumblr users of excessive black-and-white thinking and not fact-checking and like
they’re not wrong
but I don’t see tumblr being any more guilty of this than people as a whole so it’s really disingenuous to act as though this flaw is somehow something inherent to or a byproduct of tumblr
no it’s just people on tumblr being people
a collection of things i wrote about color. these aren’t necessarily “tutorials", just things i’ve discovered that work for me and might help others. i’m still learning.
Andrey Surnov evening traffic 1 subway shipyard crane cranes evening traffic 2 evening traffic 3 night shop 1 6:00 AM shooting gallery dark street pizzeria night shop 2 red café
more art by Andrey Surnov
tbh I’d love a horror-comedy about a retail worker accidentally becoming a ghost/demon hunter because they’re just so unfazed by difficult and weird and bellicose customers that evil entities aren’t much more of a challenge.
“sir or ma'am or neuter, I’m going to have to ask you to stop crawling on the ceiling, you’re disturbing the other residents”
“please leave this place before I call the exorcist to remove you from the premises”
“company policy forbids me from accepting power from customers in exchange for my soul or firstborn child”
“sir, if you keep speaking to me like that, I’m going to have to end this spirit board conversation. have a good day, goodbye”
FALLEN LONDON! Deep, dark and marvellous.
Thirty years ago, the great city of London was stolen beneath the surface of the waves. It was not the first one to end up in the Unterzee. It was the fifth to be taken, as part of a vast scheme stretched across millenia.
who the fuck even thought wat anything above 10 °C is an okay temperature to live
Made a quick video of how I put armour on by myself, with the help of my trusty coat-hanger, Squire. There’s no crappy talking, just me making a lot of dumb faces. I got halfway through filming before I realised I left my bracers in my car, whoops. Hope you guys like it. Feel free to ask me question.
It’s silly, but I had fun making it, and the music fits strangely well.
@bikiniarmorbattledamage a more comprehensive video for ya’ll ;)
Views of the Russian North by Yuri Ushakov, 1960s.
The wooden churches from the paintings are very old - most of them were built in the 16th-17th centuries. In those times the Russian North was a wealthy trading region, with numerous cities and villages.
Wooden architecture is traditional to the Russian North; and the best examples of it still survived. Despite nowadays the situation with the economics and population in the region is merely disastrous.
(By the way Zvyagintsev’s movie “Leviathan"is set in the Russian North)
A dental phantom was used in the early 20th century so that practicing dentists could experience the feel of a real human mouth. They were often made with real human teeth, and were utterly terrifying.
Master of Castelsardo - Archangel Michael. The 16th century
Jules Joseph Lefebvre (1834 - 1912) - Judith (1892).
Жюль Жозеф Лефевр (1834 - 1912) - Джудит (1892).
When queried, coworker who wants to play in my campaign said he hasn’t made his Commissar yet because his reason was that he’s a slut.
Him: I know, I haven’t read anything yet because I’m a slut.
Me: … Can you make your Commissar slutty?
Him: ASSLESS CHAPS?!
Me: ASSLESS CHAPS!!!!
And then we both started standing like this because there are always convenient gusts of wind, and he always has to have his butt out.
Him: ARE YOU GOING TO DRAW THIS? *while posing*
Me: HOW CAN I NOT??? *posing too*
Him: If you draw it I’ll do it.
Me: Don’t challenge me.
Хочу блоги о России и русской культуре, которые не ведут поехавшие националисты. Разве я о многом прошу?
When the Emperor is asleep.
Sasha Vinogradova. Styles of Russian Folk Painting.
pro tip “he freed his erection” is the most useful phrase in any smut writer’s arsenal because it means never having to figure out a dude’s pants situation. how did he do it? were there zippers? buttons? some kind of bizarre lacing situation? maybe he cut off his pants with scissors. maybe it was a wizard. maybe it busted out like the hulk busts out of his shirts. no one knows. no one cares. his dick is out now and that is all that matters. thank you helpful dick wizard.
Looting in RPGs like:
me to someone who has a different taste in ships but is in the same fandom
just one of those days I guess