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rollingpenny:

fenrir-kin:

tharook:

So I had ordered a lion statuette for a Pride award but something went wrong somewhere down the line and when it arrived it had only the rear end of the lion.

It was a catastrophe.

OH FOR FUCKS SAKE

took me a second to get it

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katerynthegrand:

Game: Fire in short bursts to maintain accuracy.
Me: NEVER image

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a-bittersweet-life:

Paul Thomas Anderson on Why He Dropped Out of Film School.

What happened was, I walked into this class, and this teacher said, “If anyone is hear to write Terminator 2, walk out, just get out of the door.” And I thought well that’s just not a good way to start. What…

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chachipistachii:

25710 - The Gamer Cat sabe lo que es bueno


Fuente:

http://www.cuantogato.com/25710/the-gamer-cat-sabe-lo-que-es-bueno

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cyspixels:

badass-art-tutorials:

Crazy amazing rigs for Maya— I wish I had Maya again! :D

for anyone with Maya out there

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sekigan:

Mantis by Mark`Stevens ModelCrafter | REF Mecha’s detail | Pinterest

Deep down in the murky deep, he trudged through the sand and debris of the wreckage in hopes of discovering something worth the trip down. Twenty minutes from the surface and the only light was that from his lamp clasped into his left hand and the luminescence of the fish and sea creatures curious to his presence. Step by step his foot crashed to the sea floor the vibrations running up his femur, his nerves were on edge today. 

He had seen a small group of fish flutter around to his right only to lose track of them as his helmet blocked the view. Circling around him questioning whether he was food or not. He made a turn of his body in the rigid suit only to scare off the fish with his lamp. A smirk ran across his face as he returned to his business on the murky waters. 
After what could have been hours, he found himself standing between the fuselages of the missing boat he was sent after. Scraps of metal, sheared off bolts, and twisted pipes littered the ground before him. He gleaned over the wreckage and wished he could scratch his head. 
He was hired to find a missing boat and return its location. His employers were very adamant to point out that he were to not touch or disturb anything, just locate and report back. He thought it was a strange request but no matter, they paid up front and said they would pay again after they found it. 
Standing amongst the shrapnel of what once was he hull, he wondered what kind of a company doesn’t want proof or anything to prove he found their missing ship. 
He tapped a button on his chest piece and the emptiness of the void in which he stood echoed his heavy breathes up to the surface. On deck she sat next to a small radio, turning the knob to her favorite jazz channel. The smooth bass thumped through the boat and radiated down into the still waters as the rhythmic trumpet bleated into the vacant skies above. 
“Sweetheart, don’t tell me you’re up there dancin’ without me.” A voice poured out of a metal box sitting a few steps away from her. “No honey.” She answered back. “I’m just waiting on you to ask. You about done? I’m about as red as a beat up here.” He shook his head and smiled, “well that’s the last thing we need. I’ll be up in a few go ahead and tighten those reigns you got on me and we can go dancin’.” 
He trudged forward looking though the piles of shredded metal plates for something to show his employers when he felt a sharp tug on his cabled harness. “Sweetheart, next time be a bit more gentle.” He didn’t hear a response, his focus was in front of him, finding his proof. He took a step when he felt his boot slip from out from under him. His suit slowly plunged forward toward the sharply twisted wreckage around him. He knew if he fell his suit would weigh him down enough that he may not be able to stand alone. 
Quickly he spread out his arms and braced for impact when his band clanged against the side of a piece of hull sending out a loud deep thud. 
He looked around anxiously, slowly catching himself and standing upright once again, when he saw the luminescent fish once more floating among the debris. Five small fish darted around the wreckage bobbing in and out of the scrap heap. He followed them as best he could and when they stopped, they were only four. 
Odd, he thought, maybe I miscounted no big deal. Two now emerged into view. Both fish swam towards him now, now regardless of his lamp or the light. As his light shown, a dark mass passed in front and the fish disappeared. He felt a large shift in the water around him, a pull toward the wreckage. His instincts were telling him to run but he was trying to comprehend the situation. 
“Sweetheart! Go ahead an reel me in. I think I owe you a dance. Sweetheart?”
On deck the music flew through the air, she thought she heard something and turned down the music. “Honey, this thing is pulling somethin’ fierce. I hope you know there’s no backing out now.” She waited for a response but only static scratched over the speaker. The motor kept pulling but still no sign of him.
He was floating high above the wreckage when it had wrapped around his leg and began slowly twisting and snapping. His lamp glided over briefly only to see its cold abyssal eyes before it cracked into pieces. His last thought before he held his breath as his suit bubbled up with blood was to disconnect his reigns so she wouldn’t be pulled down with him. Smashing his free arm against the clasp, he felt the release before darkness consumed him. 
On deck the motor let out a wheeze as his restraints clambered against the rigging. She raced to the side of the boat, looking over to catch a glimpse of him only to see the dark shadow rising from below. 
The drums banged as its wide tentacles wrapped around the deck. The trumpet fluttered at the climax of the performance and as the band struck their final note.

-Silence-

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thegirl-inred:

toned-tanned-fit-andready:

v0nlaust:

caliiforniadreaming-xo:

gothicstan:

localised:

do you ever get the urge to get up in the middle of the night while everyone else is fast asleep and just walk places and to be completely alone and entirely dedicated to your thoughts

yes but the problem is i dont want to get murdered u feel me

i feel you 

we all feel you 

why are so many people touching me

This is why you don’t walk around in the middle of the night

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wheres-the-pie-bitch:

dajo42:

laid is pronounced like paid but not said and said is pronounced like bread but not bead and bead is pronounced like lead but not lead

Good luck to everyone who isn’t first language English

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