Taking my mind off the fact my closet just imploded and I don’t have the funds, tools, or time to fix it until next Monday at the earliest. Enjoy photos taken on a funky little digital camera I found in my room.  Now that the future wife doesn’t live in the same house, I can have a Batman bedspread. That pillow case is Awesome X Infinity than the 5 pink pillows and two sets of pink crap that came with the daybed my roomies’ mom sold me for $50 [the pink crap was thrown in as a bonus >:P ] 

iprayforangels:

suddin:

ectricark:

imsirius:

#THEY DON’T WRITE EM LIKE THIS ANYMORE

[echoes of eleven blowing up cybermen to get information in the distance]

People who don’t love Nine are the dumbest.

People think that Nine is dark sullen and a killer. They’re wrong. Nine not dark. He’s light and happy and in love. He wear a leather jacket and is the closest Doctor the the Time War but he is not dark. He is a light person who is fighting his dark past. He knows what he’s done and is fighting to write his wrongs. He just wants everyone to live.

Eleven on the other hand is the exact opposite. People think he’s a puppy in a fez. They’re wrong. He is not happy and joyful. He’s careless. He is having adventures while ruining lives and killing people. He is the man who forgets. He has forgotten the pain he felt after what he did and now is so comfortable killing.

He doesn’t remember Nine. Nine, the Doctor with depression. Nine, the Doctor who fell in love with an nineteen year old shop girl who didn’t need a magic back story to be special. Nine, the Doctor who went and saved his friends without killing. Nine, the Doctor who chose to lose instead of causing loss.

Nine chooses to give up being a god. Eleven pretends he is a god. Nine would make a merciful god. Eleven acts like a vengeful god. Nine is a puppy in a leather jacket. Eleven is a a killer in a fez.

(via fandoms-stole-my-life)

kazerad:

garbage elk. it is shaking. its back is covered in candles which flicker ominously.
I know, I know, I should be working on my comic. But Whimbrel showed me a fursona generator. Or at least, it calls itself a fursona generator. Everything that comes out of it feels like some kind of strange and powerful deity. 
I’m going to call him Candleback, He is the Shadow of discarded dreams. Every time you give up on an ambition, he knows. He remembers. And he will remember your dreams long after you are gone. 
His favorite color is fuchsia. 

kazerad:

garbage elk. it is shaking. its back is covered in candles which flicker ominously.

I know, I know, I should be working on my comic. But Whimbrel showed me a fursona generator. Or at least, it calls itself a fursona generator. Everything that comes out of it feels like some kind of strange and powerful deity

I’m going to call him Candleback, He is the Shadow of discarded dreams. Every time you give up on an ambition, he knows. He remembers. And he will remember your dreams long after you are gone. 

His favorite color is fuchsia. 

(via frienderbender)

senjukannon:

Illustrations of surgical instruments by Nicolas-Henri Jacob for Jean-Baptiste Marc Bourgery, who in 1830

“began work on Traité complet de l’anatomie de l’homme comprenant la médecine operatoire, a masterpiece on human anatomy that was published in eight volumes.

Bourgery worked on the atlas until his death in 1849, with the last volume being published posthumously. The finished work contained 2108 pages of folio-sized text and 726 hand-colored lithographs. The illustrative work was performed by Nicolas-Henri Jacob (1782–1871), who was a student of famed painter Jacques-Louis David (1748–1825).

"The first five volumes of Traité complet de l’anatomie de l’homme dealt with descriptive anatomy; volumes six and seven covered surgical anatomy; and the last volume discussed general and philosophical anatomy. It is considered to be one of the most comprehensive and beautifully illustrated anatomical works ever published.”

(via laboratoryequipment)