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I don't know, I just work here...
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The first three are literal genetically enhanced space warriors and the last one is just some twitchy nerd who got lucky

Besides Samus would cream them all

your mind

Isaac's First Good Day

Looking at Scandinavian interior design and thinking about how much cooler the world would be if the nordic countries took the South American approach to decor

Apparently white walls and light wood are good for reflecting light (true) and the intentionality and simplicity is partly a reflection of agrarian poverty. But I’m just saying. What if these guys used the extra darkness hours to go insane and paint indoor murals that they regretted in May

EXACTLY and they have perfect folklore for this! It should be a normal christmas tradition wake up at 1PM in the dark because you missed today’s 16 minutes of sun, and across from you is a pile of empty aquavit bottles and a living room wall about Fenrir’s top surgery or some shit

Ive got splendid news!

This used very much to be tradition (trademark for norway) and is called rosemaling (meaning β€œrose painting”, so mostly floral and not mythological, but still painted all over the interior!).

It’s very cool!

Why newer schools of interior design went away from it I don’t know, it’s too bad.

Throwback to the time I stood inside a reconstruction of Cappelenstugu, a house where every single surface was painted with rosemaling, and nearly burst into tears because it's so fucking beautiful. The pictures I can find on the museum website don't quite do it justice, but it's just. staggering. artist Olav Hanssen did this around 1800, in an enclosed space without reliable strong artificial light, and covered every single surface in gorgeous, intricate artwork (featuring Adam and Eve hiding after eating the apple, among other things).

from @/vero_muerte on tiktok!!

found this video at <2000 likes and i NEED more people to see this because. yeah.

Transcript:

β€œMaybe I like looking trans "oh your voice is too deep" Maybe I like having a deep voice. Maybe I'm not your femme fantasy. Maybe I'm my own fantasy. I love looking trans. I fucking hope that when I walk down the street, they say, "look at that transsexual!" And just maybe someone will see me and think, "hey, I can live that way, too."”

Source: tiktok.com

Loved this ep cause Essek was internally crashing out the entire time, like Nott actually saw through him but didn’t say anything just for the drama

above all shadows rides the Sun and Stars for ever dwell: I will not say the Day is done, nor bid the Stars farewell.

Based on the chapter β€œThe tower of Cirith Ungol”. In my opinion it’s the most beautiful scene that Tolkien had written and I really wanted to illustrate it.

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...IDEAS.

We wrote the ICE media office to learn more: β€œDo we have a list of these ideas? Are there examples of ideas that ICE has prevented from illegally entering the country? Are there any task forces devoted to preventing these ideas?” We will update if and when we hear back.

"there's a guy in the walls" movies exist in a universe that I fucking WISH was real. imagine how easy it would be to install stuff in walls if the space behind a wall was not 3.5 inches/8.9 cm deep and I could get my whole self in there. of course that would mean a guy could get in there too, but what are the odds.

<currently blogging from inside this idiot's walls>

PLEASE help me feed these ethernet cables downstairs or I'm gonna kill myself before you get a crack at me

thread it down here champ, we'll get this installed come hell or high water

you are the best scary murderer who could have ever crawled into my walls

Sir Terry Pratchett awakens. A skeleton stands at his bedside, wearing a long black robe. He sits up.Β β€œWell, hang on, let me get my hat,” he tells it.

The skeleton reaches into its robe. From abyssal depths it produces a heavy book bound in sheets of lead and night. It is the kind of book that gets stolen by a rugged adventurer from a temple with more spike-traps than the average house of worship contains. It is the kind of book to which the word β€œtome” might properly be applied. Frost forms on its pages from the lingering chill of the void.Β 

The skeleton coughs once and holds the book out to the man sitting on the bed.

WOULD YOU SIGN THIS? it asks. BIG FAN.

Oh this must be reblogged, 10 years later

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