"Milton’s Satan is terrifying because he is recognizably human: he exhibits ambition, pride, desire for freedom, and injury at being undervalued. Like Milton’s Satan, Walt is an anti-hero, burningly intelligent and reeking of lust for power.

Walt’s dilemma is the same as Satan’s: how to assert a modicum of control — of free will — against forces larger than oneself. Satan rages against a tyrannical, unjust, uncaring God; Walt battles against the inexplicability of his cancer and a broken health-care system.

Like Milton’s Satan, Walt seeks to reason and justify his rebellion. He invokes art, science, free market rationality, protection of one’s family. In this sense, libertarians and artists alike ought to embrace Walt. He is a radical individual. His product, while problematic, merely feeds demand; demand increases, and so too must production.

Walt risks all to feed a ceaseless, self-destructive desire to be king. For Milton’s Satan, ruling Hell means liberty; for Walt, selling meth means being no one’s bitch. As Milton’s Satan says of Hell, “Here at least / We shall be free.”

– from In Hell, “We Shall Be Free”: On “Breaking Bad” by Michelle Kuo & Albert Wu

   Illustration: Paul Gustave Doré, Paradise Lost - The Fall of Satan

burningly

tsha ba - 1) (tha mi dad pa pain[ful]; 2) fever[ish] [by increase in body heat element [drod khams] nad tsha ba]; 2) hot/ pungent tasting [substance]; 3) in touching the body burningly hot; 4) three; 5) [arch] food, provisions; 3) hot taste; 4) the hell of Heat. ‘Hot hell’; 2) warm/ hot drink/ food [IW]

tsha ba - 1) (tha mi dad pa) pain[ful] [sman khab rgyag rtsal mkhas pa yin pas tsha mi yong,//rkang mthil la tsher ma zug nas tsha byung]; 2) by increase in body heat element [drod khams] nad tsha ba; 2) hot tasting substance; 3) in touching the body burningly hot [lus la tsha ba ‘phar nas rngul nag thon,//tsha bas ‘thoms nas rig pa gsal po mi ‘dug //lung pa der tsha ba chen po ‘dug]; 4) three [lga skya dang, pi pi ling, pho ba ris gsum la tsha ba gsum zer bas grangs gsum mtshon]; 5) (A) food, provisions; 3) hot taste [lga skya ro tsha ba,//sman gyi nus pa tsha ba] 1) the hell of Heat. ‘Hot hell’ 1 of the {sems can dmyal ba brgyad}. = 8 hot hells. {tsha dmyal brgyad}.]. 2) warm drink/ food.; 3) pungent [IW]

(All the disclaimers in that I’m on mobile and formatting might be messed up and it’s probably shortl plus, swearing. so, on that note, let’s start this story. //don’t worry I’m probably going to come up with a headcanon that’s corner-worthy soon or write a fic about it that’ll be corner worthy//)

"THE GREAT AND POWERFUL ALCOR HAS ANSWERED YOUR SUMMONING, WHAT DO YOU WANT, MORTA- WHY the FUCK am I a cat?"
There, floating in the middle of the summoning circle, was a lithe black cat. His eyes were a light, translucent yellow that faded eerily into a burningly bright cyan. Two little bat wings erupted from his waist, fluttering occasionally out of anger at the predicament.
As the long-furred cat flicked his tail, he looked up at the cult leader, and gradually floated up to meet his gaze.
“WELL, MORTAL?”
All of his demon powers were fine, albeit it seemed like it would take longer for him to get free of the circle than it usually would. Ugh.
The collective gathering was relatively silent. Except for a single lone voice that perked up from the back of the crowd.
“Lester, isn’t that your cat?”
To which another on the other side of the room replied-
“Opal, my cat went in the circle but I don’t think that’s my cat anymore. Lambchops? That you, sonny boy?”
This was when he realized the language barrier.
Reaching out with his powers, the demon broke the summoning circle, believing it would do the trick and have the cat be.. Unpossessed or whatever. This was definitely creepy and he didn’t like the chorus of a thousand mews constantly going on in the back of his head.
The moment he did so, there was a small flash as the cat fell to the ground, relatively unharmed and waddling away, while Alcor stood there in his whole grim attire. This obviously surprised the cultists even further, even the scribes who were now frantically writing down what was happening.
Levitating further into the air and making his entrance, Dipper grimaced. Hopefully this deal could warrant some kind of… Memory sweep or whatever on their part.
“I AM ALCOR, DEVOURER OF DREAMS, BRINGER OF………”

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The fact of crimson eyes was not the only thing to give the Jotun’s gaze its brutal intensity. Hate. Icy hate and revulsion echoed his silence, as he stared burningly at the human, tracking every movement. He hadn’t recovered quick enough from the attack that left a bruise on his hip and back, only halfway allowed to heal before he was shackled by metal that suppressed the best of his seidr. Before the disconcertion even lifted, yet still he knew. Asgardian metal. Enchanted. It was no secret that the two realms—-two enemies—-allied more often than not.

After that, with barely a word, he was shoved and dragged roughly and gracelessly to the strange chamber he now stood in. Hands clenched. Chin raised. Ebony hair and fur cloak swept over his shoulders, a bare chest and long, leather-clad limbs displaying lithe muscle, and skin adorned here and there with jewelry of cold and stones of pale blue. That easily should have been a hint. There were not many Jotuns who appeared as rich as he did.

Now, he would have been more outraged if he was not so shocked to be treated so. Under no other circumstances would he suffer this castigation from humans. Though it was made only more difficult by the All-Father Odin’s long ago will that Frost Giants would forsake their otherworldly strength once stepped upon Midgard, to ensure history did not repeat itself again. In this case, to leave him all but defenseless.

But these manacles… He was still a prince, not a slave. Seething was hardly kept from his voice. “I was under the impression of coming here to negotiate peace, not be an exchange to it.” He paused, the faint sound of chains clinking earning his attention as he flexed fingers slowly. “The lack of decorum shown thus far is an ill beginning, I must say.”

And not that he had any intention to continue peace at this point. As soon as he could coerce from his bindings, he would be spilling blood. Beginning with the man before him.

my theme’s looking pretty rad, if not eye-burningly pink

I’m going to make a new image for it when i get the chance, but I have a lot to do this week so I might have this one for a while

masiffect said:

Can I ask for 17, 27, 37, 47, 57, 67, & 77?

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

Yes. Probably.

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

Not sure. Definitely not lighter. Any more lighter and I’ll be translucent.

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

Nothing. Until I feel it’s gone on long enough.

47. Have you ever been high?

Yes. Many times. But not for the last 6 or so years.

57. Favourite food?

Pizza. Mouth burningly hot pizza.

67. Facebook or Twitter?

I like both. But one or the other or both will piss me off at some time or another. Facebook is good for buying and selling pages these days and I spend most of the time looking at car and musical instrument ads.

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Vanilla. If thats what is meant by this question.

I wanna try doing something with really eye-burningly bright techno colors

idk like it’s not really my aesthetic right now but I still think it’s really cool and I wanna know if I can do it

ISTANBUL: The Balici Boys on Atatürk Bridge

ISTANBUL: The Balici Boys on Atatürk Bridge

You smell them before you see them: two young boys huffing glue from a crumpled plastic bag.

Earlier, you tried to visit Galata Tower and got lost in Beyoðlu instead. It’s a sprawl of streets set on a thigh-burningly steep hillside, and the towering apartment buildings quash any hope of using the witch’s hat roof of the Genoese tower to navigate.You smell them before you see them: two young boys…

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Some raspberry bush textures I made a while ago to replace the old one (bottom right) in Rimworld. Only problem is because the stock art is so dull the new bushes are eye burningly bright in game. I’d have to mod the rest of the textures in the game to make them fit. :|

See a church-burningly great clip from ‘Metalhead’

See a church-burningly great clip from ‘Metalhead’

We had a chance to see the Icelandic drama Metalhead earlier this year, and it’s a pretty incredible film. While the Ragnar Bragason-directed film, distributed by Cinelicious Pics, won’t be released stateside until early next year, today Decibel revealed a clip from the film, which is actually more of a dark, but ultimately uplifting drama about […]

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See a church-burningly great clip from 'Metalhead'

See a church-burningly great clip from ‘Metalhead’

We had a chance to see the Icelandic drama 

Metalhead

earlier this year, and it’s a pretty incredible film. While the Ragnar Bragason-directed film, distributed by Cinelicious Pics, won’t be released stateside until early next year, today

Decibelrevealed a clip from the film, which is actually more of a dark, but ultimately uplifting drama about family and coming of age than it is a film about…

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25 Days: How would you describe their clothing style? Do they have a favorite outfit?

She’ll honestly wear whatever people give her, but she has a distinct lack of taste that makes her think that bright neons and disgusting desaturated colors look good.

Her favorite outfit is so indescribably ugly that it cannot be shown. It is eye-burningly ugly. It is weapons-grade ugly. If the Old Gods ever wished to destroy all life on Thedas, when would only need to bring out a big-ass dragon wearing this outfit, fly it over the country, and the souls of everyone who looked upon it would literally fly out of their body and return to the Fade for safety.

There’s something soul-burningly beautiful about being on the brink of losing control, tumbling over into the unknown, and I want to fall and never resurface.
—  Onyx, Jennifer L Armentrout
ISTANBUL: The Balici Boys on Atatürk Bridge

ISTANBUL: The Balici Boys on Atatürk Bridge

You smell them before you see them: two young boys huffing glue from a crumpled plastic bag.

Earlier, you tried to visit Galata Tower and got lost in Beyoðlu instead. It’s a sprawl of streets set on a thigh-burningly steep hillside, and the towering apartment buildings quash any hope of using the witch’s hat roof of the Genoese tower to navigate.You smell them before you see them: two young boys…

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ISTANBUL: The Balici Boys on Atatürk Bridge

ISTANBUL: The Balici Boys on Atatürk Bridge

You smell them before you see them: two young boys huffing glue from a crumpled plastic bag.

Earlier, you tried to visit Galata Tower and got lost in Beyoðlu instead. It’s a sprawl of streets set on a thigh-burningly steep hillside, and the towering apartment buildings quash any hope of using the witch’s hat roof of the Genoese tower to navigate.You smell them before you see them: two young boys…

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ISTANBUL: The Balici Boys on Atatürk Bridge

ISTANBUL: The Balici Boys on Atatürk Bridge

You smell them before you see them: two young boys huffing glue from a crumpled plastic bag.

Earlier, you tried to visit Galata Tower and got lost in Beyoðlu instead. It’s a sprawl of streets set on a thigh-burningly steep hillside, and the towering apartment buildings quash any hope of using the witch’s hat roof of the Genoese tower to navigate.You smell them before you see them: two young boys…

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ISTANBUL: The Balici Boys on Atatürk Bridge

ISTANBUL: The Balici Boys on Atatürk Bridge

You smell them before you see them: two young boys huffing glue from a crumpled plastic bag.

Earlier, you tried to visit Galata Tower and got lost in Beyoðlu instead. It’s a sprawl of streets set on a thigh-burningly steep hillside, and the towering apartment buildings quash any hope of using the witch’s hat roof of the Genoese tower to navigate.You smell them before you see them: two young boys…

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ISTANBUL: The Balici Boys on Atatürk Bridge

ISTANBUL: The Balici Boys on Atatürk Bridge

You smell them before you see them: two young boys huffing glue from a crumpled plastic bag.

Earlier, you tried to visit Galata Tower and got lost in Beyoðlu instead. It’s a sprawl of streets set on a thigh-burningly steep hillside, and the towering apartment buildings quash any hope of using the witch’s hat roof of the Genoese tower to navigate.You smell them before you see them: two young boys…

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