I'm eating your popcorn

i have an ancient box camera from the late 40s. takes 120 film. Absolutely unfair good images out of this thing.

This is the 1940s equivalent of a disposable Kodak, it’s terrible but because modern film stock is so fucking good it just rips absolute ass. No I don’t have any pictures they’re scanning shut up.

the shutter speed is "yes" and the aperture is "sure, why not"

it turns out when you have a negative that's 60x70 mm that you don't really need the world's best glass

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this just isn't fair. this is like a toddler walking into a chess tournament and beating a high schooler

#JESUS THAT DYNAMIC RANGE!!!!

Fun fact: This is all on expired lomography metropolis. if it were in-date film it'd look even better. I dont have any in-date metropolis in 120 but i have a roll of it in 35mm that i'm gonna load up once i've finished my current roll of Kodak ColorPlus 200 (cheap color film that looks better than it should)

Here's Catlabs X Film 100 in 35 though, which is kinda similar in terms of range

these are simply stunning, thank you for sharing these

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

213. Heartburn

Fire nation kids 🔥

Azula and fairy tales Ursa is reading fairy tales to children. Azula offers her vision of a great finale.

Thank goodness I have no particular interest in knitting, crocheting, weaving, etc., and am therefore immune to yarn. I'm already plagued enough by the urge to Acquire Fabric, and I can't imagine how much worse it must be for people who both sew and do yarn stuff, and are therefore tempted by both!

how do people make papers for traditional painting and calligraphy in the past by chinese artist 山白shan bai

A friend of mine has been reading The Locked Tomb trilogy aka descended into Lesbian Necromancer Hell . He's having a great time, and been sending me reports from the pits.

Now I know that in the context of the story "DEATH TO VULTURES AND SCAVENGERS FIRST" is very poetic and badass, but taken with the context that this is the motto of the bone-manipulating guys, the motto sounds slightly less badass and more like they've been having an ongoing problem with Lammergeiers.

Thing is,

A Lammergeier is like, the single most badass familiar an osteomancer could have. Fuck off huge raptorial bird that is either black and white or black and blood red so either way it goes with your goth-ass aesthetic and is extremely easy to train to bring you fun and interesting new bones? Why does the ninth house NOT have these?

Oh right. Jod.

Anyway, this combined with a previous idea I had about Truly Awful Bird/Mammal combinations for The Worst Gryphon Ever, and you know what? Some fuckass idiot in that universe WOULD make a Lammergeier/Spotted Hyena Gryphon. Now that's a creature made to fuck over necromancers six ways from Sunday.

Eats flesh AND bones.

Constantly scream-laughing.

Terrifyingly intelligent.

-And then whatever idiot created this abomination made it big enough to ride and drool corrosive venom because everyone in that universe automatically doubles down on any bad idea they have.

Harrow is sobbing at it's mere existence.

Gideon is trying to cradle it in her arms. This is their daughter now.

"Daddy harrowhark put a bone in mommy griddlecakes and she made Princess Bonefucker Ultraviolence 9000 and birthed her with her own womb-" Gideon is saying aloud in the most babytalk voice possible to the gryphon, who is rolled over on its back and entirely agreeable with being smothered with affection, because if the Gryphon has a sole redeeming feature it's that it possesses the zen like chill that comes from the bone-deep knowledge that it is at the absolute apex of the local food chain.

It's also wearing Gideon's sunglasses.

They do not fit.

Gideon may spoil Princesss Bonefucker Ultraviolence 9000 but that animal is OBSESSED with Harrow. It's a real Daddy's Girl kind of creature, and it will attempt to eat the face of anyone that so much as looks at Harrow without her permission. Harrow isn't sure about this thing until it takes an actual shilouette-altering sized CHUNK out of Ortus' ass, and then she becomes very fond of Daddy's Special Little Apex Predator. She deigns to give it one (1) headpat, and is treated to Princess Bonefucker's "Happiness Noise", which sounds like someone threw a handful of gravel into a running garbage disposal.

"Why..?" Harrow asks, feeling the remaining edges of her sanity start to melt.

"Why not?" Asks Gideon, accurately reporting the entire thought process that went into the creation of this horror.

I am drawing Princess Bonefucker as we speak but some notes:

- Gideon and Harrow found her in a heavily sealed container with multiple warnings like "this is not a thing of honor" and "what is inside is repulsive" which naturally meant they HAD to see what was inside.

"THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN SOME LAME-ASS PLUTONIUM!" Reports Gideon.

- I have two reference pages for her:

One is Natural Animals: Lammergeier, Spotted Hyena, Giraffe (another noted bone-eater), Mandril (horrible, knuckle walking solves the talon issue).

The other is what I'm calling "Dr. Assholes Awful Sauce" which is the aesthetic contributions of the fuckass idiot necromancer who made this thing added on for funsies: the gryphon from 'Quest for Camelot', the bear from 'Annihilation', Mandril again, and a bunch of the guys from Centaurland, but esp The Nowhere King. For gulp reasons. :)

- Princess Bonefucker wants to eat Ianthe's arm so so So SO bad. It's shiny. It's bones. She's been expressly forbidden from eating it. She CRAVES it.

- ambiently telepathic, but lacking the human intelligence to understand words or the greater context of what she's hearing. Does possess a terrifying *inhuman* intelligence that lets her use what she hears in other, worse ways.

HERE SHE IS, MISS BEAUTIFUL!!

Headshot (body coming soon) of Miss Princess Bonefucker Ultraviolence 9000, one after a good bath and one after a proper "Bloodbath"/roll around in some iron oxide, the IRL Lammergeier's preferred method of ornamentation.

And now you can see the full shape of Princess Bonefucker! She's about seven feet tall at the shoulder :)

Blanket/ playmat #2 is underway, this time with a lightly padded texture! Video is 2 minutes of me stuffing the latest complete row (quiet, birdsong), then 2 minutes of awkward weaving because my phone is in the way of the very long unwieldy shuttles (loud, loom noises). Each pocket is completely sealed between the two layers of fabric as they are woven, no seams, no way to open it again except for scissors.

Woven, hemmed, washed, and dried! Finished aside from a little bit of hand sewing to cover up the loose ends at the corners (they're secure, just messy). I'm really happy with the amount of stuffing I used. Also proud of my little old Singer Featherweight for coping with 6 layers of fabric at the hems. It is sooooooo soft and squashy and delightful to touch and hug.

The finished dimensions are 70x52.5cm which is smaller than I hoped - I wanted it to be squarer and I didn't count on quite so much shrinkage. It could be, like, some kind of baby playmat or comfort item, or a very fancy dog bed liner.

It is machine washable and tumble dry-able. The yarn is pure cotton and the stuffing meets some fire safety standard or other (I took a photo of the label if needed). First dibs goes to a currently-pregnant friend of mine, but if she is already inundated with too much Stuff then I might sell it; you can message me to express interest if you wish.

genuinely wheezing laughing at this description of dicken's awful pet with lead poisoning

important thing i forgot to mention: i looked this up bc adam read a thing about how dicken's pet was an inspiration for poe's "the raven" and we were like "well thats not true" but now that ive looked it up, i believe it

Yep! Dickens cited Grip as inspiration for the talking raven in his novel Barnaby Rudge, and Poe was one of its earliest critics (literary critic here being a career title, poe quite liked the work), and he spent time in his review discussing how raven could have been utilized to a stronger effect. Some time later, he used that concept in The Raven.

Dickens was distraught at Grip's passing and had him preserved. He currently resides in the US, in the Free Library of Philadelphia's rare books archive in Pennsylvania and can be visited with appointment.

@hydrofelicity Good stranger, pray do not hide this gem amongst the tags

And I fully agree.

THEY TRIED TO GENOCIDE AN ENTIRE SPECIES.

I don't know about you, but my idea of a utopia doesn't involve mass extinction through biological warfare. Aim fucking higher, please.

THE WHOLE FUCKING POINT of the DS9 Section 31 episodes was to QUESTION this notion that S31 is a necessary evil.

That's Sloan's justification: that to preserve utopia, someone's gotta do the dirty work. It's his self-aggrandising myth that he relies on; he needs himself to be a hero who sacrifices his moral purity so others can keep theirs.

And DS9 calls bullshit. The crew, Sisko, Bashir, they are hopeful. They want their utopia to stand on its own, to not need any nasty help. And crucially, the show never calls them liars. But it does support their argument.

In "Inter Arma", we see S31 install a collaborator in the Romulan government. To what effect? We never find out. There are no follow-up episodes telling us how incredibly helpful it's been. And the Romulan entry into the war was achieved without S31 (albeit not without immorality).

We find out S31 poisoned the Founders. But that's not what ends the war. It's an act of kindness on behalf of Odo, and a lot of determined fighting, including Kira's willingness to look past old feuds to do what's right, and Damar's willingness to stop drowning his sorrows and do what his people deserve.

DS9 never validates the claim that Section 31 is necessary, but it goes the extra mile to question it.

It heavily implies S31 is not official, but silently sanctioned by morally bankrupt admirals.

Alex Kurtzman drank Sloan's kool-aid instead.

I wonder if David Weddle and Bradley Thompson regret writing that episode?

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Well you see, what you've done is install a boar enrichment toy instead of a trash can

Wisdom boundless as the oceans

star trek tos au where all the uniform boots look like this

this is for everyone who was upset that i didn't match the boots to their uniform colors