TANGLED ROOTS BY PHILLIPE FARAUT | 2008
Earthenware clay sculpture by Philippe Faraut, 2008. Click Images to Enlarge
Clancy Brown as John Danziger (Earth 2)
A very serious Welcome to Night Vale magical girl AU. (The gratuitous Japanese in the title translates to “pretty-boy speaker/orator”.)
When Cecil Palmer was just fifteen years old, he met a talking (and floating) cat who told him he had special powers…and that it was his solemn duty to use them to defend Night Vale against the ancient menace of Desert Bluffs. In return, he gets a magical self-cleaning frilly outfit — absolutely free!
Dana, his future successor, is currently an enzetsuka-in-training as Sailor Chibi-Voice. Her Shining Cell Phone Wand is a few power-ups away from matching the size of Cecil’s Eternal Welcoming Broadcast Scepter, but it still packs a punch.
Carlos…doesn’t know what the hell is going on. He keeps having these mysterious blackouts, and one day he manages to catch one on videotape, and apparently he’s been transforming into some fancy outfit with a lab coat and a mask before running off? Could he be that vigilante who keeps appearing at Sailor Voice’s battles, delivering flowery one-liners, and throwing test tubes to distract the monsters just in the nick of time?
Cecil, meanwhile, has a dilemma. You see, that handsome scientist he keeps accidentally bumping into around town is so beautiful, and has perfect hair…but the totally-dreamy Lab Coat Mask, who always has his back when he’s Sailor Voice, also has perfect hair. How will he ever choose between them?
(…If anybody else wants to write this, or draw more of this, or do anything with this, you will be showered with adulation. Just want to throw that out there.)
Gloria, plant goddess edition. Heavily inspired by Poison Ivy, specifically the Arkhamverse version.
I dreamt that the werewolves could cause change in their lovers if they had unprotected sexual contact and Derek didn’t know.
Peter, being the sly bastard he is, of course knew about it but neglected to tell warn anyone about it. It all comes to a head when Scott or Jackson or even Derek starts to have to have unprotected sex regularly and then pack notices a change in the scent around the lovers.
Can someone who knows about this stuff tell me the meaning of the folded flag in Sheriff Stilinski’s office? I know they are presented to families at the funerals of fallen soldiers, but is there another meaning? Do you just get one if you have an honourable discharge? Or am I to speculate that someone in the Stilinski family was in the military and then died?
And hey, what was Claudia’s occupation anyway?
Everyone believes that Claudia died from cancer (at least, if you’ve read enough fanfics it becomes common knowledge and everyone just goes with it) and yeah, maybe she did, but imagine if, before she developed cancer, she was in the army? What if one day she was injured, shot in the shoulder or something, and as they undress her to get to the wound, they also discover a lump by her breast?
What if they worry about her wound and the mysterious lump and send her home? What if she comes home to a husband and son who only know that she’s been shot in the shoulder and sent home to them and she holds them tight as they rush to hug her.
What if later that night, when they have tucked Stiles into bed, Cluadia sits the Sheriff down at the kitchen table and watches as the relieved happiness of having his wife home slip off his face as she explains it’s not just a shot wound, but they also found a mysterious lump on her breast.
And they try to keep it a secret from Stiles for as long as possible because they don’t want him to worry. They tell him the regular doctors appointments are just check ups on the healing wound on her shoulder from the bullet, making sure it’s not infected and that everything is still in working order.
But of course one night Stiles overhears his parents crying together as his mother says breast cancer and the words terminal and no treatment are heard. He sneaks back into his bedroom and tucks himself back in, pretends he’s asleep when his parents check on him a moment later, and only starts crying, muffling his sobs and screams into his pillow, after they’ve kissed his forehead and gone to bed themselves.
Her funeral is large, filled with so many people; the people of Beacon Hills, saying goodbye to a woman who was kind to them all, her army friends who came to pay their respects, family members that are hardly seen, and of course, Stiles and the Sheriff, their hands held tightly as fat tears roll down their cheeks.
Claudia’s army friends pay their respects, placing a flag over her coffin with a single white rose lain on top alongside numerous other flowers the townspeople had placed upon her coffin. As she is lowered into the ground, her army friends stand by the Sheriff as if to protect him as they say goodbye to a wonderful woman.
Once people have begun to disperse, three of her army friends approach the Sheriff and offer him an identical flag to the one that was placed atop her coffin. It’s folded neatly and he takes it with a thankful nod and they bow respectfully, tell him how she was an amazing woman, before they leave the Sheriff and Stiles alone at her grave.
He places that flag upon the shelf in his office and whenever he feels the weight of the world upon his shoulders, the Sheriff looks up towards it and remembers how brave his wife was and gathers himself up before carrying on.
you are a terrible person and you should feel terrible and I feel terrible THIS IS TERRIBLE please let it be canon
The only thing about this I have an issue with is the flag still being on the casket as it is lowered.
The Army would have offered an Honor Guard, that would have played Taps and then folded the flag in a very ceremonial manner before presenting it to the Sheriff.
NO THESE ARENT COSPLAYS
NO THESE ARENT DRAWN
THESE ARE ACTUAL FACE TEXTURES FROM FINAL FANTASY 15
SQUARE ENIX HAS BECOME TOO POWERFUL
people are not this shiny
greasy ass motherfuckers first quest in ff15 is taking a fuckin shower
"people are not this shiny"
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME
LOOK AT THOSE DETAILS
THE SKIN PORES
THEY COULD BE GLOWING FOR ALL I CARE
LOOK AT THAT HOLY SHIT
A boy sprawled next to me on the bus, elbows out, knee pointing sharp into my thigh.
He frowned at me when I uncrossed my legs, unfolded my hands
and splayed out like boys are taught to: all big, loose limbs.
I made sure to jab him in the side with my pretty little sharp purse.
At first he opened his mouth like I expected him to, but instead of speaking up he sat there, quiet, and took it for the whole bus ride.
Like a girl.
Once, a boy said my anger was cute, and he laughed,
and I remember thinking that I should sit there and take it,
because it isn’t ladylike to cause a scene and girls aren’t supposed to raise their voices.
But then he laughed again and all I saw
was my pretty little sharp nails digging into his cheek
before drawing back and making a horribly unladylike fist.
(my teacher informed me later that there is no ladylike way of making a fist.)
When we were both in the principal’s office twenty minutes later
him with a bloody mouth and cheek, me with skinned knuckles,
I tried to explain in words that I didn’t have yet
that I was tired of having my emotions not taken seriously
just because I’m a girl.
Girls are taught: be small, so boys can be big.
Don’t take up any more space than absolutely necessary.
Be small and smooth with soft edges
and hold in the howling when they touch you and it hurts:
the sandpaper scrape of their body hair that we would be shamed for having,
the greedy hands that press too hard and too often take without asking permission.
Girls are taught: be quiet and unimposing and oh so small
when they heckle you with their big voices from the window of a car,
because it’s rude to scream curse words back at them, and they’d just laugh anyway.
We’re taught to pin on smiles for the boys who jeer at us on the street
who see us as convenient bodies instead of people.
Girls are taught: hush, be hairless and small and soft,
so we sit there and take it and hold in the howling,
pretend to be obedient lapdogs instead of the wolves we are.
We pin pretty little sharp smiles on our faces instead of opening our mouths,
because if we do we get accused of silly women emotions
blowing everything out of proportion with our PMS, we get
condescending pet names and not-so-discreet eyerolls.
Once, I got told I punched like a girl.
I told him, Good. I hope my pretty little sharp rings leave scars.
Things I would buy if I had money, Bee Edition:
Easter Island’s Statues Reveal Bodies Covered With Unknown Ancient Petroglyphs
21 January, 2014
MessageToEagle.com - Standing some 2,000 miles west of Chile, on the Easter Island, 887 mysterious giant statues have intrigued scientists and the public for years.
For a long time it was believed that the massive statutes consisted of just the heads.
However, in October 2011, when the Easter Island Statue Project began its Season V expedition, scientists could reveal remarkable photos showing that the bodies of the statues go far deeper underground than just about anyone had imagined.
Project director Jo Anne Van Tilburg said: “Our EISP excavations recently exposed the torsos of two 7m tall statues.
The statutes on Easter Island have bodies covered with ancient undeciphered petroglyphs.
"We found a round, deep post hole into which the Rapa Nui had inserted a tree trunk," she said. Van Tilburg said ropes were attached to the tree trunk and to the partially carved statue. "We found a rope guide that was actually carved into the bedrock near the statue." The Rapa Nui then used the tree trunk to raise the statue upright. Before the statue was upright, they carved its front. Once it stood erect, they finished the back, Van Tilburg explained.
The excavation team also found about 800 grams of natural red pigment —nearly two pounds —in the burial hole, along with a human burial. Van Tilburg believes the pigment was used to paint the statues, just as the Rapa Nui used pigment to paint their bodies for certain ceremonies.
The unusually large amount of pigment found indicates that it might have been used by a priest or chief, perhaps as part of mortuary practice, she said. Human bones were found throughout the dig, indicating that people buried their dead around the statues.
Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of visitors to the island have been astonished to see that, indeed, Easter Island statues have bodies!
More important, however, we discovered a great deal about the Rapa Nui techniques of ancient engineering.”
Among their discoveries, the team discovered:
· The dirt and detritus partially burying the statues was washed down from above and not deliberatelyplaced there to bury, protect, or support the statues
· The statues were erected in place and stand on stone pavements
· Post holes were cut into bedrock to support upright tree trunks
· Rope guides were cut into bedrock around the post holes
· Posts, ropes, stones, and different types of stone tools were all used to carve and raise the statues upright
The two “heads” in the quarry where Van Tilburg’s team dug are standing figures with torsos, truncated at the waist, that have become partially buried by eroded dirt and detritus over centuries.
The team also discovered that ceremonies were certainly associated with the statues.
On the project website, Van Tilburg said: “We found large quantities of red, some of which may have been used to paint the statues.
Finally, and perhaps most poignantly, we found in the pavement under one statue a single stone carved with a crescent symbol said to represent a canoe, or vaka.
The backs of both statues are covered with petroglyphs, many of which are also vaka.
A direct connection between the vaka symbol and the identity of the artist or group owning the statue is strongly suggested.”
Still, many of these ancient petroglyphs remain undeciphered and the history of one of the most remote islands in the world is now even more mysterious than ever.
Image credit: EISP.ORG
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IT’S A FREAKING ORRERY YOU WEAR ON YOUR WRIST
Your wristwatch is invalid.
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