Hello I wanted to congratulate you for your lovely blog and then I want to ask you something, if you do not mind and I hope I do not sound rude, the image you have as your avatar on Tumblr is a drawing of phobs? Sorry to bother you
*silently renovates my secret side blog into a shrine of darkness and nihilism*
I’m tempted to post a link to my Amazon and Steam wishlists just in case someone wanted to buy me a gift sometime
3D Ladybug vs 2D Ladybug (ver. 2012) transformation
The Ladybug anime done by Toei Animation will launch as web-episodes in 2015 in addition to the release of the 26 episode 3D Ladybug series.
Adala-news (16 July 2014):
C’est par le biais de studio Zagtoon que nous apprenons la production d’un anime, Ladybug par le studio Toei Animation (saga One Piece, saga PreCure) !
Des web-épisodes en 2D (Toei Animation) sont prévus courant 2015, en France (internet & TV). Plus d’informations prochainement.
Et la série animée en 3D (26 épisodes – Method Animation & Zagtoon) est prévue pour Septembre 2015 sur TF1 en France & sur Disney Channel à l’international.
*This project is/was known also as Miraculous Ladybug
Irmo has many different appearances for everyday ^Q^
ARGH LOOK AT THAT GORGEOUS NAMO!!
I love your Fingon and Maedhros!! Do you have cute headcanons for them ?:3
Thank you for your kind words!! >▽<
When met Maedhros, Fingon would be still childish.
Fingon may think Maedhros to be a woman. (in the first meeting)Because he was very beautiful.
Surely Fingon would throb. （First love?）^//ω//^
I love them they are so adorable!!
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Arasiell, for my friend little-deer-elf
I hope you like her!
elegantmalice look, it’s our baby!!!!
#pirates of the caribbean was kind of a formative influence #so here’s the thing #after years of chasing curses and hearts and fountains; losing the pearl and winning her back and losing her again #after rum enough to drown his sins and sorrows both#captain jack sparrow wakes up one morning and he’s immortal #just like that #no deals with calypso (he hasn’t been able to find her since the brethren court broke her chains) no desperate double-dealing #one morning he just…stops #stops aging stops dying #he gets the seas forever—except #except #the edges of the map are closing in #the lure of undiscovered treasures is waning and merchant ships are becoming better defended #the day that the East India Company takes Shipwreck Island; Jack feels a great chapter in the world’s history close #(he flees to the Barbary coast with the rest of his ilk; but the romance has gone out of it—the is too much desperation #too much hunger too much blood to it nowadays #the age of the swashbuckler won’t live out the decade) #I imagine this thing he’s chased all his life would crumble through his hands as he bounced from ship to ship #he never gets used to the square rigging on the clippers; though they lead to some good work running tea from china #but the first time he sees a steamship he nearly walks off the dock out of shock #of all the ways sailing would have changed; who thought you’d get rid of the /sails/ #(he swears he’s never getting on one of those monstrosities; let alone sailing on one) #(he manages to hold out until 1893 when the longing for the sea overwhelms him and he decides that even #that ghastly smog and the humming of the engines can be endured) #sometimes he’ll see calypso out of the corner of his eye—leaning on the deck railing; darting alongside the ship with the dolphins #(someone in the early 20th century tells him they’re not fish and he nearly busts a gut laughing) #he wears a hundred names and a hundred looks; cuts his hair short or grows it long #calls himself american; spanish; english (british); caribbean #he has two dozen different copies of Stevenson’s Treasure Island—it reminds him of something gone and half-forgotten #and in 1920 when Seitz comes out with Pirate Gold; Captain Jack Sparrow is in the first row (x)
And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.
Thank you for writing this. It made me cry, but oh I am so relieved to see the yearning for the stars.
That shouldn’t have given me as many feels as it did…
This gave me chills like twice
Just saw Noah
… wtf did I just watch?
To the producers’ credit they took out the whole “curse you and your descendants for seeing my drunken naked ass that one time" and they depicted Noah as kinda the piece of sh*t he probably was. So it was a decent fantasy movie and tried to work with its source material in a rational way (which is, again, to its credit because the source material is what it is).
That being said I still walk out of it with a “wtf" feeling.
I don’t understand how anyone can step on the lines between floor tiles
Yes hello friends please reblog if you post angbang and/or silmarillion stuff I want to follow all of you!
Eönwë and Ilmarë!
(…….je les shipperais bien…..)
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Nickname: Preda, Dext, Dexter, hey you
Birthday: February 27th , 1991
Gender: Gender-fluid? Idfk
Time Zone: UTC+2
What time and date is it there: Septermber 1st, 14:29
Average hours of sleep I get each night: 4 or 5
The last thing I Googled was: “jesus bleeding heart” for my friend Svetla
My most used phrase(s): XD
First word that comes to mind: amethyst
What I last said to a family member: ”There are specialized bariatric surgery facilities for such cases”
One place that makes me happy & why: The forest near my grandfather’s house. I love the trees even if it’s the sort of place one can meet the Slender Man.
How many blankets I sleep under: one or none, regardless of season
Favorite beverage(s): Tea, pepsi, peach prigat, ginger beer, syrup&water.
The last movie I watched in the cinema: Guardians of the Galaxy with my cousin
Three things I can’t live without: I am very materialistic and losing any one of my many possessions would devastate me, so I will go literal: air, water and glucose.
Something I plan on learning: Drawing, writing, maybe Russian or German; I want to resume singing but my voice is rubbish
A piece of advice for all my followers: As we look back on our lives we usually see many mistakes that we made and that led us to bad places. When looking back on such things, context is critical, lest we accuse ourselves wrongly of having made a bad decision. Usually, bad decisions are made thinking they are good.
You all have to listen to this song: This one is sung by Neil Gaiman
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