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werewolf-queen:

lumos5001:

long ago the four melons lived together in harmelony and then everything changed when the firemelons attacked

werewolf-queen:

lumos5001:

long ago the four melons lived together in harmelony and then everything changed when the firemelons attacked

(Source: a-night-in-wonderland)

archiemcphee:

This spectacular white building is called Wat Rong Khun or The White Temple. It’s a Buddhist temple located in Northern Thailand just outside the city of Chiang Rai. Designed by Thai visual artist Chalermchai Kositpipat in 1997, The White Temple is an awesome blend of traditional Thai architecture and both beautiful and grotesque surreal elements. It’s as much a work of art as it is a building devoted to learning and meditation.

"To reach the temple you have to walk over a bridge over a moat filled with innumerable sculptures of out-reaching arms, apparently symbolizing desire. Once inside, you will be greeted not by traditional Buddha life scenarios but by contemporary scenes and icons of popular culture. Instead of paintings of heroes fighting demons, the artist decided to take contemporary manifestations of good and evil and put it into a Buddhist context. Murals of Batman, Superman, Predator and even Keanu Reeves as Neo from The Matrix are seen in the interior."

Although it’s already an incredibly impressive sight, Wat Rong Khun is still a work in progress. The temple sits on 3 acres of property that will eventually include a phra ubosot (prayer room), pagoda, hermitage, crematorium, monastery hall, preaching hall, museum, pavilion and rest room facilities.

[via Amusing Planet and All Day Chic]

girlsbydaylight:

雪の女王 by cancer on pixiv

specialbored:

DINNER IS COMING. (Part 2)

tsunime:

lack-lustin:

lsama:

hemorrhedge:

kisskicker:

lack-lustin:

I got a request from hear-me-rory like 5 ever ago to draw a "pretty blonde deer man trying to woo a sulky reaper” and forgot to post the sketch so since I felt bad I decided to quickly paint it and make it look nicer but it’s still p shitty
what’s even worse is I GOOFED and made him brunette when he should have been blondeOH WELL I hope they like it all the same if they seedare you to write a fic

Oh my god look how well you organized the valuesssssssss yessssssssssssssss

i want this ship to workout

“I…I can’ touch you." His voice was an odd thing, the slow, sombre toll of a bell in a belfry, high above graveyards. It scared most.
It did not scare this thing - this thing that even he could admit was beautiful in the way only nature can be.
“If I touch you, you’ll wither. You’ll die." That seemed a terrible fate for something so alive.
But this not quite man, yet eternally not animal merely smiled, inching closer and closer - as if he were the one approaching a scared animal, and not the other way around. “You won’t. I surely would not die from your touch. You don’t always *do* what you are, you know.”
And how strange it seemed, to think such a thing to be true, but no, no. He knew better. Everything he touched died. All things, great and small, whether the towering trees or the tiny spider hiding amongst its leaves…they all succumbed.
But when the beastman reached, sun-dark fingers(the color of healthy bark, he might later learn) touching the unforgiving black of his robes? He did not crumble, did not age.
Eyes as green as good grass had watched - had perhaps even feared the possible outcome of his own death…but when he felt not a stir, not a wither?
The generous bow of his mouth started to climb and curl, settling into a smile that looked right at home on his handsome face.
“See?” he murmured low and slow, leaning in towards the perpetual smile that skulls tended to wear. “You can’t hurt me. You do’t kill everything you touch. They’re all dead already, just waiting for you to arrive. You, solid, strong, and always everpresent.”
And Death decided, upon his first kiss, that if this was what Heaven felt like, then maybe being dead wasn’t so bad after all.


OH MY GOD THAT WAS BEAUTIFULLL!!!!???

BOTH WRITTEN AND VISUAL ART COMING TOGETHER LIKE POETRY MAKES MY HEART BURST MY GOD THIS IS BEAUTIFUL.

tsunime:

lack-lustin:

lsama:

hemorrhedge:

kisskicker:

lack-lustin:

I got a request from hear-me-rory like 5 ever ago to draw a "pretty blonde deer man trying to woo a sulky reaper” and forgot to post the sketch so since I felt bad I decided to quickly paint it and make it look nicer but it’s still p shitty


what’s even worse is I GOOFED and made him brunette when he should have been blonde

OH WELL I hope they like it all the same if they see

dare you to write a fic

Oh my god look how well you organized the valuesssssssss yessssssssssssssss

i want this ship to workout

I…I can’ touch you." His voice was an odd thing, the slow, sombre toll of a bell in a belfry, high above graveyards. It scared most.

It did not scare this thing - this thing that even he could admit was beautiful in the way only nature can be.

If I touch you, you’ll wither. You’ll die." That seemed a terrible fate for something so alive.

But this not quite man, yet eternally not animal merely smiled, inching closer and closer - as if he were the one approaching a scared animal, and not the other way around. “You won’t. I surely would not die from your touch. You don’t always *do* what you are, you know.”

And how strange it seemed, to think such a thing to be true, but no, no. He knew better. Everything he touched died. All things, great and small, whether the towering trees or the tiny spider hiding amongst its leaves…they all succumbed.

But when the beastman reached, sun-dark fingers(the color of healthy bark, he might later learn) touching the unforgiving black of his robes? He did not crumble, did not age.

Eyes as green as good grass had watched - had perhaps even feared the possible outcome of his own death…but when he felt not a stir, not a wither?

The generous bow of his mouth started to climb and curl, settling into a smile that looked right at home on his handsome face.

See?” he murmured low and slow, leaning in towards the perpetual smile that skulls tended to wear. “You can’t hurt me. You do’t kill everything you touch. They’re all dead already, just waiting for you to arrive. You, solid, strong, and always everpresent.

And Death decided, upon his first kiss, that if this was what Heaven felt like, then maybe being dead wasn’t so bad after all.

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OH MY GOD THAT WAS BEAUTIFULLL!!!!???

BOTH WRITTEN AND VISUAL ART COMING TOGETHER LIKE POETRY MAKES MY HEART BURST MY GOD THIS IS BEAUTIFUL.

rage-comics-base:

Perfect Exit Or Magic Trick?http://rage-comics-base.tumblr.com
inkstains-and-ennui:

operativesurprise:

iamtiffanyk:

draumbouy:

*whispers* bumper desks

I WAS THINKING THE SAME THING.

NO THESE THINGS SUCK. UCONN GOT THEM IN THE NEW BUILDING THEY ARE SATAN’S LITTLE CHARIOTS OF FAILED POTENTIAL

"Satan’s little chariots of failed potential." 
I laughed so hard I started crying

inkstains-and-ennui:

operativesurprise:

iamtiffanyk:

draumbouy:

*whispers* bumper desks

I WAS THINKING THE SAME THING.

NO THESE THINGS SUCK. UCONN GOT THEM IN THE NEW BUILDING THEY ARE SATAN’S LITTLE CHARIOTS OF FAILED POTENTIAL

"Satan’s little chariots of failed potential." 

I laughed so hard I started crying

rolandofeld:

earthtolindz:

jonsnowballs:

god bless captain america

Everyone thinks it’s because of what he doodled in Captain America but it’s really because The Wizard of Oz came out in 1939 and I would bet everything I have that Steve went and saw it and loved it.

Of course he did. In the comics Steve Rogers was also a artist who sketched and painted. He loves art in all it’s forms and would’ve gone out of his way to see it.

thistimewhereareyouhouston:

overnight-shipping:

camerapits:

noobtheloser:

quotes-n-hoes:

This is an ancient Roman amulet for luck. Yes those are flying penises.

Also of note, the Roman god of marriage, Mutunus Tutunus, whose name is derived from two Latin slang words for penis. His name is essentially Dick Wiener. If you have ever wondered just how much like us the Romans were, read the etymology section. 

Oh look.
It’s a flying fuck.
It used to be given, and now look, it’s no more.

LITERALLY. A FLYING FUCK.

This is culturally and historically important, so I can reblog this without feeling childish. (Look, flying dicks!!)

thistimewhereareyouhouston:

overnight-shipping:

camerapits:

noobtheloser:

quotes-n-hoes:

This is an ancient Roman amulet for luck. Yes those are flying penises.

Also of note, the Roman god of marriage, Mutunus Tutunus, whose name is derived from two Latin slang words for penis. His name is essentially Dick Wiener. If you have ever wondered just how much like us the Romans were, read the etymology section

Oh look.

It’s a flying fuck.

It used to be given, and now look, it’s no more.

LITERALLY. A FLYING FUCK.

This is culturally and historically important, so I can reblog this without feeling childish. (Look, flying dicks!!)

earthnation:

that thin ass chocolate bowl would never be able to withstand the pressure of my spoon trying to slice ice cream

(Source: depression-and-movies)

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