it does not look like boulder

Okay but folks. Witchcraft is not piles of feathers and rocks on the floor next to a pretty book. Druidry is not a naked white woman sitting on a mossy boulder or underneath a tree. Paganism is not wearing crystal jewlery and flowy dresses. Just because you have a triple goddess/ moon/ knot tattoo does not make you anymore spiritually intune than anyone else. 

To quote someone else, “Witches don’t look like anything. Witches are. Witches do.”

His body emanates its own unique text, regardless of what is said, and it is enough to make one intimidated by the 50-year old Till Lindemann, who gives the impression of having a very strong, powerfully large appearance. He looks like a rock star capable of throwing boulders. Bleached-blond hair, eyebrow piercings. But at second glance, you notice that his body radiates a confident, Baloo-the-Bear-kind of friendliness. And now for the shock of his voice: he does not speak in the somber, forced tone the fans know from stage, but with an unusually gentle, open voice. The most evil voice in rock’n roll could just as easily narrate radio plays for children. Is it clear to him, that he has two, such entirely different, voices? The tolerant interviewee Till Lindemann: “There’s the professional bass. And this is my normal, everyday baritone.”

I just love this description of Tilll especially the Baloo part.  He definitely reminds me of a bear but I can’t quite imagine him singing The Bear Necessities.

Meet a new mysterious Ultra Beast….

Euoplovore

Classification: UB-06 Slammer

This Ultra Beast was the “partner” (husband) of UB-02 Beauty/Lusamine, also really named Mohn, but he has a Pokemon name for unknown reasons. His tail may look soft, but its actually harden rock. With one swing of the tail, it can demolish many boulders at once. Despite looking like a carnivore, he is a herbivore. He can also stand on two legs, but rarely does. UB-06 Slammer battled the trepassing Necrozma, but was killed in the process…

(the meaning behind the name Euoplovore: the combination of the name of a certain dinosaur called Euoplocephalus and herbivore)

AU by me!

What did she say?” asked Matthias.
Nina coughed and took his arm, leading him away. “She said you’re a very nice fellow, and a credit to the Fjerdan race. Ooh, look, blini! I haven’t had proper blini in forever.”
“That word she used: babink ,” he said. “You’ve called me that before. What does it mean?”
Nina directed her attention to a stack of paper-thin buttered pancakes. “It means sweetie pie.”
“Nina—”
“Barbarian.”
“I was just asking, there’s no need to name-call.”
“No, babink means barbarian.”
Matthias’ gaze snapped back to the old woman, his glower returning to full force. Nina grabbed his arm. It was like trying to hold on to a boulder. “She wasn’t insulting you! I swear!”
“Barbarian isn’t an insult?” he asked, voice rising.
“No. Well, yes. But not in this context. She wanted to know if you’d like to play Princess and Barbarian.”
“It’s a game?”
“Not exactly.”
“Then what is it?”
Nina couldn’t believe she was actually going to attempt to explain this. As they continued up the street, she said, “In Ravka, there’s a popular series of stories about, um, a brave Fjerdan warrior—”
“Really?” Matthias asked. “He’s the hero?”
“In a manner of speaking. He kidnaps a Ravkan princess—”
“That would never happen.”
“In the story it does, and”—she cleared her throat—“they spend a long time getting to know each other. In his cave.”
“He lives in a cave?”
“It’s a very nice cave. Furs. Jeweled cups. Mead.”
“Ah,” he said approvingly. “A treasure hoard like Ansgar the Mighty. They become allies, then?”
Nina picked up a pair of embroidered gloves from another stand. “Do you like these? Maybe we could get Kaz to wear something with flowers. Liven up his look.”
“How does the story end? Do they fight battles?”
Nina tossed the gloves back on the pile in defeat. “They get to know each other intimately .”
Matthias’ jaw dropped. “In the cave?”
“You see, he’s very brooding, very manly,” Nina hurried on. “But he falls in love with the Ravkan princess and that allows her to civilize him—”
“To civilize him?”
“Yes, but that’s not until the third book.”
“There are three?”
“Matthias, do you need to sit down?”
“This culture is disgusting. The idea that a Ravkan could civilize a Fjerdan—”
“Calm down, Matthias.”
“Perhaps I’ll write a story about insatiable Ravkans who like to get drunk and take their clothes off and make unseemly advances toward hapless Fjerdans.”
“Now that sounds like a party.”
Matthias shook his head, but she could see a smile tugging at his lips. She decided to push the advantage. “We could play,” she murmured, quietly enough so that no one around them could hear.
“We most certainly could not.”
“At one point he bathes her.”
Matthias’ steps faltered. “Why would he—”
“She’s tied up, so he has to.”
“Be silent.”
“Already giving orders. That’s very barbarian of you. Or we could mix it up. I’ll be the barbarian and you can be the princess. But you’ll have to do a lot more sighing and trembling and biting your lip.”
“How about I bite your lip?”
“Now you’re getting the hang of it, Helvar.
—  Nina Zenik and Matthias Helvar (Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo)

i didn’t think I’d like Rescue Bots when I first saw some clips.

I still don’t like it.  I flippin’ LOVE IT!  It’s meant for grade school kids and I watch it constantly.

This scan still needs tinkering with but it’ll do for now.


I think Boulder would be over the moon if Mr. Pettypaws told all his friends about the ‘bots and then cat population of Griffin Rock came to visit.

Is it my imagination or does the white one on the top look like Chief Burns?


— acrylic ink, coloured pencil, black and white ink on recycled bristol

Burning Midnight (Pt. 1)

“How long does it take to refuel?” A clone trooper with longer hair said sitting on a nearby boulder.

“Patience, Jonesy.” A Zabrak female said. “They will be here soon.”

The clone trooper nodded wiping the dirt off of his war-torn helmet.

A teenage boy wearing Jedi robes sat next to his Zabrak, Jedi master. “I have never seen Master Luxley before, Master. What is she like?” he asked looking at his teacher with his hazel eyes.

She smiled. “I have never personally worked with her myself, Reo, but from what I heard she is passionate about her work and dedicated to her men.”

“Sounds like someone we know.” A clone with a red tinted mohawk said.

Some of the other clone troopers in the small squad chuckled in agreement.

@mybeautifulclonebabiesrp

PSA to Twitter Fandom

Dan is now going to be self conscious as fuck. Calling him a rat isn’t going to help him at all. Think about it like this.

Dan probably didn’t have the highest self esteem before Phil came along. Think about it like the two of them dragging a boulder (it being his self esteem) up a mountain by a rope, together, because damn it’s hard to do that shit alone sometimes. He’s almost at the top. And those few simple words, those “ Dan is a rat “ comments are literally scissors to that rope. 

He may, on the outside, shrug it off like “ Oh lol the fans are being fans again haha. “ but on the inside, it’s probably “ Wow does it really look that bad? “ and etc.

So yeah, we are “triggered”. By assholes. Thank you, have a nice goddamn day.

(Dan defense squad leader tbqh)

New Crooked Kingdom Snippet

            “What did she say?” asked Matthias.
            Nina coughed and took his arm, leading him away. “She said you’re
a very nice fellow, and a credit to the Fjerdan race. Ooh, look, blini! I
haven’t had proper blini in forever.”
             “That word she used: babink,” he said. “ You’ve called me that before.
What does it mean?”
            Nina directed her attention to a stack of paper-thin buttered pancakes.
“It means sweetie pie.”
            “Nina—”
            “Barbarian.”
            “I was just asking, there’s no need to name-call.”
            “No, babink means barbarian.” Matthias’ gaze snapped back to the old
woman, his glower returning to full force. Nina grabbed his arm. It was
like trying to hold on to a boulder. “She wasn’t insulting you! I swear!”