Rise of the Guardians alphabet: A is for Art
Rise of the Guardians alphabet: A is for Art
Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via oliviacirce)
When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.
So I accidentally discovered this picture while i was looking for cute things to crochet and THERE ARE ENTIRE BLOGS DEDICATED TO TURTLE COZIES.
THEY LOOK SO CUTE THEY HAVE NORMAL ONES
THEY HAVE ONES THAT LOOK LIKE FUCKING BOWSER
THEY HAVE ONES SHAPED LIKE ANIMALS
THEY HAVE ENTIRE BLOGS DEDICATED TO MAKING YOUR TURTLES LOOK LIKE FOOD
THE PUMPKIN IS SO CUTE BUT THIS GEM IS MY PERSONAL FAVORITE:
BUT HOW DO YOU CHOOSE A FAVORITE WHEN THEY’RE ALL SO CUTE
oh my god
As a person from California, this is 100% accurate
As a person from Michigan, this is 100% accurate
As a person from England I was so confused because I forgot you use the Fahrenheit system
50 degrees in England
100 degrees in England
I don’t know why I found the skeletons so funny, it’s almost like they’re dancing really sarcastically?
Writers: if you’re working on character development, you need to see this.
A Guide to Different Kinds of Parallel Universes
These days it often seems that if a theory has loose ends, its dangling threads are surreptitiously tied together out of view within the hidden fabric of a parallel universe. While some researchers recoil from introducing unseen aspects to a theory, others find that the invisible knots create an irresistibly pretty package.
Depending on one’s taste, there are so many types of parallel universes to choose from—alternative cosmos galore. If extra dimensions are not your thing, maybe bifurcating timelines would work. If an endless array of gigantic bubble universes seems intimidating, then perhaps a nursery of baby universes is more endearing. While there is not yet a GPS device or app to navigate through the cartography of scientifically sanctioned parallel possibilities, perhaps this guide to all things alternative will help.
"Book Of Life"
Some of the artwork unveiled for the upcoming animated film from studio ReelFX. The movie has a released date of October 17th 2014. I can’t wait for a trailer!
”..Book of Life hails from Fox Animation and Reel FX Animation Studios (which previously made Free Birds). Guillermo del Toro is one of the producers of the feature, which is set on the Mexican holiday the Day of the Dead and tells of a young man named Manolo who is torn between what he wants to do (play guitar and win the heart of the girl of his dreams) and what his family wants him to do. He ends up traveling across three different worlds to find himself…”
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"What the hell,” Bucky says, delighted. ”I knew you didn’t wear underwear under this thing!”
Steve scowls, spits a strand of hair out of his mouth. “You need a damn hair cut,” he says.
Sam glances at Natasha, gun still trained on the evil scientist holding a smoldering cannon and ruining the menacing effect by looking completely stunned.
"Body swap?" he asks warily.
Natasha sighs and aims a flying kick at the evil scientist’s head.
“Body swap,” she confirms.
"Look, all I’m saying is you can use your powers for a little evil,” Bucky argues, propping his feet on Sam’s dining table.
Sam tries not to focus on how weird it is to see Steve’s body tipping backward in a chair, eating a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch with his hands.
Steve ignores Bucky in favor of plaiting his hair back.
Sam also tries not to focus on how weird it is to see Bucky’s face visibly contemplating the finer points of fishtail over French.
"Wouldn’t going rogue kinda ruin his cred as a superhero?" Sam asks, stealing a handful of cereal. Bucky slaps his wrist, which is—a lot less painful than it usually is, considering his hand’s not metal this time.
"I’m not talking about stealing or taking over the world or anything," Bucky says. "But if I was Captain America, I’d—”
His eyes light up. Steve stops braiding, eyes narrowing.
"Bucky," he begins, warning evident in his tone.
"See you losers later!" Bucky crows, then with a quick feint left and a dash right, he’s evading Steve’s grasping hands and bursting through the back door.
Literally bursting through. The door gives a mournful creak before it falls off its hinges, slamming to the ground with a crash.
Sam thinks wistfully of life before making friends with two giants who have no concept for 21st century property damage.
So. The situation is handled now, buuuuut you MIGHT get a couple messages about Captain America streaking on the National Mall. Just heads up. FYI. Natasha texts.
When Steve watches the footage on TV later, he’s got a weirdly pleased expression on his face.
"Is that really what I look like from the back?" he asks.
Sam figures all the Captain Booty jokes have finally clicked.
"Okay, but how are you going to get James back?" Natasha asks, filing her pinkie nail into a sharp point.
Bucky snorts. “He’s not,” he says idly, taking a selfie with the phone he stole from Tony Stark last time they were in New York. He’s been doing that a lot lately. Sam has the sneaking suspicion that Bucky’s just sending all the pictures to his own damn self for later perusal.
Steve frowns. “It would be a pretty big violation, using his body to do something he didn’t want. Especially after all he’s been through.”
Bucky’s face goes soft. And since it’s actually Steve’s face, it genuinely looks soft, not just darkly handsome and sort of wounded and a little murder-y.
"That’s nice, Steve, thanks—" he says, and that’s when all their phones chime with a text message picture of giant pectorals with little Captain America shields drawn around the nipples.
Natasha grins. “I like the little stars,” she says.
Steve comes in the next day wearing head to toe Yankees gear.
The newspaper headline that day reads: Captain America nearly brains unsuspecting Yankees fan. Does Cap hate baseball?!
They end up switching back into their bodies at the precise moment when Steve is about to punch a robot full force with his metal arm and Bucky’s doing some complicated parkour off a building about twenty stories up.
Needless to say, it could go better.
Okay, but like—
What if when Bucky comes back, instead of Steve having to protect and kind of gently usher Bucky back into the world, Bucky leaps right back into protecting Steve.
Tony calls Steve “spangly” one too many times and Bucky uncurls his fingers real slow and says “My arm’s pretty spangly now too, Stark, whatsit to you?”
Thor and Steve spar and Bucky is so horrified when he happens upon them beating the crap out of each other that he plucks Mjolnir from where Thor’s tossed it and he points it at Steve accusatorily and is like, “A hammer? You’re letting hammers beat on you now? Over my dead body, pal—” and he’s the only one who doesn’t get it that he just picked up Mjolnir holy shit because he’s so busy waving Mjolnir around and lecturing Steve
Fox News calls Steve an anti-patriot one too many times so Bucky makes Natasha help him hack their Facebook page and leave hundreds of vaguely threatening messages which are ostensibly from different people except all of them have the same profile picture which is just the Cap star painted on a bionic fucking arm as a symbol of undying loyalty
Bucky keeps beating up villains before Steve can even get to them, like at this point even Doom has noticed so he tries to avoid even looking at Steve because that’d pretty much guarantee getting a couple of his nicest Doombots ripped the fuck apart without any ceremony at all and Steve wouldn’t mind except last battle against the Wrecking Crew, Bucky was benched because he had hurt himself and even then he managed to co-op the comms with helpful “suggestions” that were actually thinly veiled orders to flank Steve instead of, you know, fight the bad guy
The Quinjet gets retrofitted with a “Cap-net” because Bucky is fed up with Steve jumping out of fucking planes
Just—give me all the “Bucky, I’m 95 not nine” and “Well if you’re so fucking old, stop acting like a kid, wear a goddamned coat in the rain, Steve—“
Marvel Cinematic Universe known Working Titles.
I love this cast too much
Would you like to read a book in which this happens?
It’s one of my all-time favorite books. It’s called Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn. He describes it as an “progressively lipogrammatic epistolary fable.”
It is written in the form of letters between the citizens of the fictional island of Nollop, an independent nation off the coast of South Carolina and home of Nevin Nollop, who invented the phrase “the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.” That phrase is written in tiles over a statue of Nollop in their town square, and when one night a storm causes one of the tiles to fall, the council decides that it’s a sign from Nollop that they are no longer allowed to use that letter, in speech or writing, on pain of progressive punishments including public beating and up to banishment.
Then another tile falls. Then another.
The citizens, who are all very attached to their words and writing, mount a campaign to come up with a phrase that uses all 26 letters but is shorter than Nollop’s, thus proving that he was not divine and negating all the edicts.
Because the novel is told in the form of letters the citizens write, and this is the genius part…the author must also stop using the letters as they fall. So the book gradually stops using letters until at one point I think they’re down to just five.
The resolution literally made me get up and dance around the room.
It’s clever, creative, and a not-really-veiled-at-all parable about monotheistic oligarchy. It’s not a long book, you can read it in an afternoon.
GO READ IT RIGHT NOW.
WOW I want to read that book
Very rarely is there a book that I must read at any cost
This is now one of them
Note: locate book