Bonjour, this is my own personal blog. So all the things that I find amusing or speak to me are posted here. (>v<)

the-jackals:

gravedust:

I hope people have seen this. I dont even know its origin or anything or hell what to really tag it as but I saw it on facebook via a cosplayer page. Its definitely worth the watch

What the ungodly fuck

jennykitkats:

These are all (I hope) the passwords and pass codes to all computers/doors/locations in Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines. If there’s anything missing, feel free to keep adding. I am adding them by the area they are found in. Remember, some of these will appear only for certain quests

So a friend sent me an image after I had told her about how much I had loved Balto the movie when I was a kid….

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I have no idea what the fuck is going on in here, she told me this is in the 3rd film…but I just…

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I will NOT see this…EVER

spicyshimmy:

fuckyeahjokeredi:

Dance with me, Jeff? Right here?

submitted by anoia!


i.
‘EDI,’ he says, ‘when I told you we should count my gray hairs just for the hell of it, number one, it was right after we got jiggy so that was basically my penis talking for me, and number two, I didn’t mean literally keep count. You’re gonna make me feel old if you keep up with that tally.’
‘You are old, Jeff,’ she replies.
ii.
Just like EDI, Jeff is constantly evolving. She has reason to predict, based on past precedent, that he will insist he has no need for the cane when the time comes, but once again he surprises her. He enjoys surprising her.
‘Are you kidding? I love it,’ he insists, although he chooses to employ it for tasks other than the ones for which it was intended. ‘Did you think I wouldn’t or something? No faith, EDI. No damn faith. Hey—yeah, I’m talking to you out there! Get the hell off my lawn!’
iii.
He does not blame the limitations of his bones for anything. She does not blame the limitations of his bones for anything.
iv.
‘Soon there will be so few of us left who remember,’ Liara says. Jeff and Garrus are exchanging the customary barbs and what passes for witticisms in their nostalgia, but soon their old jokes transubstantiate, the topic of conversation turning to the old days: apocrypha about Shepard; exaggerated anecdotes of their own contributions to what is currently not-so-ancient history.
‘Even now, some of those who yet remember do not appear to do so with any concessions made for accuracy,’ EDI replies.
That is history. Not assembled data on a file, but the nights spent together after data was created, EDI kneeling between Jeff’s spread legs. The space between their bodies. The difference between knowing the exact number of gray hairs on Jeff’s head and her eyes catching his expression when he touches her face in the dim cast of her own, unblinking light.
v.
Once, there was an aggregate of intelligent sentience whose particular experiences overruled the particulars of code to create a perspective. She was known as EDI. She learned what it meant to engage in ‘the horizontal tango’ and, one might say, she danced the night away.

Wow, thanks Satan, whoever said this was okay? 

spicyshimmy:

fuckyeahjokeredi:

Dance with me, Jeff? Right here?

submitted by anoia!

i.

‘EDI,’ he says, ‘when I told you we should count my gray hairs just for the hell of it, number one, it was right after we got jiggy so that was basically my penis talking for me, and number two, I didn’t mean literally keep count. You’re gonna make me feel old if you keep up with that tally.’

‘You are old, Jeff,’ she replies.

ii.

Just like EDI, Jeff is constantly evolving. She has reason to predict, based on past precedent, that he will insist he has no need for the cane when the time comes, but once again he surprises her. He enjoys surprising her.

‘Are you kidding? I love it,’ he insists, although he chooses to employ it for tasks other than the ones for which it was intended. ‘Did you think I wouldn’t or something? No faith, EDI. No damn faith. Hey—yeah, I’m talking to you out there! Get the hell off my lawn!’

iii.

He does not blame the limitations of his bones for anything. She does not blame the limitations of his bones for anything.

iv.

‘Soon there will be so few of us left who remember,’ Liara says. Jeff and Garrus are exchanging the customary barbs and what passes for witticisms in their nostalgia, but soon their old jokes transubstantiate, the topic of conversation turning to the old days: apocrypha about Shepard; exaggerated anecdotes of their own contributions to what is currently not-so-ancient history.

‘Even now, some of those who yet remember do not appear to do so with any concessions made for accuracy,’ EDI replies.

That is history. Not assembled data on a file, but the nights spent together after data was created, EDI kneeling between Jeff’s spread legs. The space between their bodies. The difference between knowing the exact number of gray hairs on Jeff’s head and her eyes catching his expression when he touches her face in the dim cast of her own, unblinking light.

v.

Once, there was an aggregate of intelligent sentience whose particular experiences overruled the particulars of code to create a perspective. She was known as EDI. She learned what it meant to engage in ‘the horizontal tango’ and, one might say, she danced the night away.

Wow, thanks Satan, whoever said this was okay? 

(Source: fyeahjokeredi)

spicyshimmy:

messerehawke:

zaeed with an asari baby while samara nearly giggles. okay i got her as close to giggling as i could, she’s a stoic matriarch y’know.

can you just imagine though

zaeed massani holding this small, unscarred, unmarked, slumbering wise little life to his chest, strangely heavy and impossibly warm, staring down at her, inscrutable and unwavering every other day of the year, but just now he clears his throat and thinks about how it doesn’t matter when you start out if the arms around you are scarred or aren’t, just that they’re there

and the lullaby doesn’t have to have the right words—‘hush, small asari, and catch your goddamn z’s, you’re so goddamn cute, i’ll shoot whoever disagrees’—

and if anybody finds out about this, just stare ‘em down until their blood turns to eezo

this secret’s safe between you and me

spicyshimmy:

abhlach:

Presenting The Very Model of a Scientist Salarian, rewritten and sung because like I need a reason. Watch it at at least 720p please! I didn’t go to all this effort for blurry images.

When I first played Mass Effect 2 I remember being very entertained by Mordin’s singing and at the same time thinking “I could do better.” And now, several years later, I finally got around to doing something about it.

I wrote the pastiche, my boyfriend sung it, and since neither of us can imitate Mordin’s voice we decided not to try (though if anyone wants to give it a try, I’d be interested to hear it!).

ONE: watch this all the way through. make sure you have not recently imbibed a liquid refreshment. 

TWO: wish with all your might that the voice actors of mass effect will one day do a cast recording of this version of scientist salarian, because wrex, joker, EDI, grunt, garrus, james, et al doing the chorus would possibly be the greatest thing in life ever.

THREE: imagine the lone recording that exists of mordin solus singing this, sans accompaniment, doing all the chorus voices for himself. now imagine it playing in a nursery on tuchanka. the number one tuchankan lullaby. 

farewell world, for i am gone

libbabink:

invadermak:

I want to know.

stand back guys i got this

  • Seems like he would smell real nice. Like you’d pass him in the hallway and it would brighten your day for a bit. This is important, especially on the SR1, because it’s a pretty cramped ship and everyone is in…
katsallday:

peanutbutterjotunheim:

pudding-dipped-donuts:

nooby-banana:

conquerorwurm:

loveholic198:

bromancer:

look at this and just try and tell me that all three of these women don’t look exactly the same. try and tell me that Disney isn’t lazy when it comes to creating women.

Wow, IT’S ALMOST LIKE THEY’RE ALL RELATED.

It is a little-known fact that all related women are palette-swapped clones of each other. Science is amazing

I’d say that I think they just color-swapped Elsa’s model for their mom, but I REALLY REALLY don’t want to think Disney would be that lazy.


Seriously, guys. They are not palette-swaps. Yes, they look fucking similar, cause guess what. THEY’RE FUCKING RELATED. OH SHIT, WAIT PEOPLE WHO ARE RELATED LOOK THE SAME? WHO EVER KNEW! So yes, they are going to have similarities, but as you can see here, with this diagram my boyfriend and I put together, they have different features. So just shut up and enjoy the movie. Seriously, people never used to bitch this much.

The fact that you had to go this far to find the tiniest minute details in a 3-D model just to prove a point is really something. I have to come out and say, they just look like varying degrees of eye openness and tiny tweaks in the same model. Their genetic makeup is copy and paste. I will not shut up and enjoy whatever is thrown at me. I need to have an opinion. I would rather sit and critique the hell out of something until I’m blue in the face, especially if I want to learn from it. It doesn’t mean I don’t like whatever I’m critiquing but seeing the flaws in anything helps me grow as artist.

I had a well thought out reply in agreement to peanutbutterjotunheim about character design and that it’s okay to critique something you like, but have some examples of Disney/PIXAR characters that are related and aren’t near exact clones of each other, instead:




















And here’s a little exercise with the Frozen ladies I did to show something that’s usually considered more important than minute details when it comes to character design, the silhouette.

katsallday:

peanutbutterjotunheim:

pudding-dipped-donuts:

nooby-banana:

conquerorwurm:

loveholic198:

bromancer:

look at this and just try and tell me that all three of these women don’t look exactly the same. try and tell me that Disney isn’t lazy when it comes to creating women.

Wow, IT’S ALMOST LIKE THEY’RE ALL RELATED.

It is a little-known fact that all related women are palette-swapped clones of each other. Science is amazing

I’d say that I think they just color-swapped Elsa’s model for their mom, but I REALLY REALLY don’t want to think Disney would be that lazy.

Seriously, guys. They are not palette-swaps. Yes, they look fucking similar, cause guess what. THEY’RE FUCKING RELATED. OH SHIT, WAIT PEOPLE WHO ARE RELATED LOOK THE SAME? WHO EVER KNEW! So yes, they are going to have similarities, but as you can see here, with this diagram my boyfriend and I put together, they have different features. So just shut up and enjoy the movie. Seriously, people never used to bitch this much.

The fact that you had to go this far to find the tiniest minute details in a 3-D model just to prove a point is really something. I have to come out and say, they just look like varying degrees of eye openness and tiny tweaks in the same model. Their genetic makeup is copy and paste. I will not shut up and enjoy whatever is thrown at me. I need to have an opinion. I would rather sit and critique the hell out of something until I’m blue in the face, especially if I want to learn from it. It doesn’t mean I don’t like whatever I’m critiquing but seeing the flaws in anything helps me grow as artist.

I had a well thought out reply in agreement to peanutbutterjotunheim about character design and that it’s okay to critique something you like, but have some examples of Disney/PIXAR characters that are related and aren’t near exact clones of each other, instead:

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And here’s a little exercise with the Frozen ladies I did to show something that’s usually considered more important than minute details when it comes to character design, the silhouette.

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sarkyfancypants:

yumyumnoodle:

it’s like these companies have finally gotten out of their wild college party years and are now trying to be mature adults now.

Same goes for the Windows logo

I mean look at this shit

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Is like someone just ironed the logo

(Source: mild-pepsi-disaster)