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bloodstainbowbarnacle:

mercurialmalcontent:

roachpatrol:

elanorpam:

fluorescentkeyboard:

eccentric-nucleus:

i’ve been really enjoying this

So far magic school was total rubbish.

Elliot sat on the fence bisecting two fields and brooded tragically over his wrongs.

He had been taken away from geography class, one of his most interesting classes, to take some kind of scholarship test out in the wild. A woman in odd clothing had ‘tested’ him by asking him if he could see a wall standing in the middle of a field. When he told her “Obviously, because it’s a wall. Walls tend to be obvious” she had pointed out other people blithely walking through the wall as if it was not there, and told him that he was one of the chosen few with the sight.

“Are you telling me that I have magical powers?” Elliot had asked, extremely excited for a moment, and then he added: “… because I can’t walk through walls? That doesn’t seem right.”


From much later in the same text:

"…and Elliot had to try and explain being Jewish but not practising to an elf."

i was bored and listless and sleepy at work and started reading this and now i’m punched in the feelings

READ THIS READ THIS READ THIS

“Lovely child, you think the world is so bright,” said Red Rose: they were the only words he ever spoke to Jewel in the play, as if men didn’t talk to each other. “You have not learned yet that the light of the world is men burning. The years will pass and you will know what it is to be consumed.”

YOU WILL CRY. I CRIED. IT’S THE BEST. 

THIS STORY IS ONE OF THE MOST DELIGHTFUL THINGS I HAVE EVER READ

AND BY STORY I MEAN BOOK BECAUSE IT IS LONG AND USED UP MY ENTIRE DAY AND IT WAS WORTH EVER SINGLE MOMENT

eeeee 8)

i’m so glad this book is spreading around my dash because i can finally talk about trolls stumbling into elven culture and the boys all wearing sexy and wanton hussy dresses OR modest and elegant demure dresses

also eridan suddenly finding himself on the other side of creepstering

amischiefofmice
rhamphotheca:

What Causes Brazil’s ‘Meeting of the Waters’?
by Bec Crew
This is what it looks like when the Solimões River meets the Rio Negro in Brazil.
Almost 10 kilometres from the inland city of Manaus in northern Brazil, ‘the Meeting of the Waters’ is the point where two of Amazon River’s largest tributaries - a smaller river that flows into a bigger ‘parent’ river - converge but never mix.
The Solimões River forms the lighter half, its ‘cafe au lait’ colouring owed to the rich sediment that runs down from the Andes Mountains, including sand, mud and silt. Known as a ‘white water river’, the Solimões River stretches over a 1600 km distance. 
The darker side is the Rio Negro, and it gets its ‘black tea’ hue from leaf and plant matter that has decayed and dissolved in the water. It might look dark and murky, but the Rio Negro carries little or no sediment, and according to the European Space Agency website, is considered one of the cleanest natural waters in the world. On really clear days, water visibility in this black water river can exceed nine metres. ..
(read more: Science Alert - Australia)
Image: Danocoo1/Reddit.com

rhamphotheca:

What Causes Brazil’s ‘Meeting of the Waters’?

by Bec Crew

This is what it looks like when the Solimões River meets the Rio Negro in Brazil.

Almost 10 kilometres from the inland city of Manaus in northern Brazil, ‘the Meeting of the Waters’ is the point where two of Amazon River’s largest tributaries - a smaller river that flows into a bigger ‘parent’ river - converge but never mix.

The Solimões River forms the lighter half, its ‘cafe au lait’ colouring owed to the rich sediment that runs down from the Andes Mountains, including sand, mud and silt. Known as a ‘white water river’, the Solimões River stretches over a 1600 km distance. 

The darker side is the Rio Negro, and it gets its ‘black tea’ hue from leaf and plant matter that has decayed and dissolved in the water. It might look dark and murky, but the Rio Negro carries little or no sediment, and according to the European Space Agency website, is considered one of the cleanest natural waters in the world. On really clear days, water visibility in this black water river can exceed nine metres. ..

(read more: Science Alert - Australia)

Image: Danocoo1/Reddit.com

jumpingjacktrash

happy fucking halloween

jumpingjacktrash:

i dreamed the beginning of what could be a sorta interesting take on the zombie genre. i’m not gonna write it, tho, so i might as well tumblr it.

it was a virus that came from mice. i think it was a mutation of rabies. patient zero was a grad student studying animal behavior; she was testing whether tolerance of humans could be learned by observation. she had a batch of wild mice she’d hand-raised, and another batch of the same species recently caught as adults, and let the second group observe the first group get food and pettins, and documented how long it took the second group to be willing to take food from her. at least, that was the idea, but the wild-caught mice started eating each other, and when she tried to put them in separate containers she got bitten. and within hours she was ripping her friends’ faces off.

and then it was revealed that this had happened in 1928, in a small desert town. the town was wiped out, but zombies aren’t great at operating motor vehicles, most people didn’t really keep in touch with the rest of the world via phone or anything, and there was no interstate highway system yet, so the infection didn’t get out. by the time anyone investigated, the zombies had dessicated into a torpor state and were indistinguishable from their victims. they were bulldozed into a mass grave and forgotten.

then in modern times, one of those history/archaeology reality shows digs up the mass grave, investigating what really killed the town of whatever-it-was — a bad strain of influenza, as the official story said, or something more sinister? — and some of the now-mostly-just-bones zombies get reconstituted and the epidemic is on.

our hero, the dead grad student, was not one of the ones that got woken up. she’s been experiencing some kind of almost like a shamanic trance this whole time, her spirit drifting around the desert learning things from ghosts. she was enjoying it, had made peace with what happened. but when this happens, she reanimates her body through sheer willpower. she’s no longer a zombie, exactly; she isn’t eating flesh to restore her semblance of life (these zombies are also a little like vampires, the more flesh they eat the more alive they look) so she’s still a skeleton, she’s just walking and talking by sheer ghost power. she manages to get a few of her friends — whom she killed and turned back when it started, but they’re not bitter — to join her in this wise skeleton ghost state, and together they try to stop the zombie plague that was unleashed from their graves.

wait.

holy shit.

i just came up with a plot for the skeleton war.

jesus christ. my subconscious is awesome.

roachpatrol
ask-cg-ta-gc:

kawaii-kekki:

hopehedgehog:

kawaii-kekki:

hopehedgehog:

is this…sollux?…
a friend of Korkat Vantos, perhaps. 

Why is vurska next to him

i totally did not notice that…what is this!??!




the adventures vurska sorket and soloox cooptr

ask-cg-ta-gc:

kawaii-kekki:

hopehedgehog:

kawaii-kekki:

hopehedgehog:

is this…sollux?…

a friend of Korkat Vantos, perhaps. 

Why is vurska next to him

i totally did not notice that…what is this!??!

the adventures vurska sorket and soloox cooptr

roachpatrol

fckyeahprettyafricans:

Namibia

vmagazine:

Namibia’s Hipsters: From the sapeurs of Kinshasa, the fashionistas of Lagos and to the streets of Jozi, vintage style is trending in Africa.   

Designer, tailor and stylist Lourens Loux Gebhardt of Loux the Vintage Guru is now collaborating with Khumbala, a group of stylists and designers from Johannesburg, to launch a street-style website that seeks to inspire Africans to step out in style and introduce them to the merits of vintage fashion.

A fashion revolution in the making; “When we collaborate we call ourselves LIA (Love is African), and we’re currently playing a big part by simply inspiring fashionistas around the African continent.”

Usually decked out in well-cut 60’s suits, tweed jackets, round spectacles and trilby hats, Lourens explains, “Many people aren’t interested in wearing vintage, they just see it as used clothing… I manage to dress myself cheaply and end up looking like a million bucks.”

photos: ©Harness Hamese and ©Lukas Amakali. all rights reserved

h/t The Guardian