YOU GUYS IT’S DECEMBER 10TH YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS HAS BEEN IN MY QUEUE SINCE FEBRUARY
COLOR PALETTE MASTERPOST by forbiddenforest
So today I felt like sharing some useful websites that provide pre-made color palettes (left side), as well as sites that allow you to create custom ones (right side). They can be used for graphic design, themes, art, interior design,
or just something pretty to look at.
Adobe Kuler (Explore)
Adobe Kuler (Create)
Color Palette Generator (paste the URL of an image and it will automatically generate a pallet that matches the image)
Color Hunter (upload an image and it will automatically generate a pallet that matches the image)
I hope you find this useful (and please like or reblog if you did)! Enjoy :)
Neville is a perfect example of how one single ingredient in the recipe can either ruin your casserole (or stew, or treacle tart, whatever you like), or utterly perfect your whole dish. Neville is the tide-turner, the shiny hinge. And all because he happens to be in the same position as Wormtail… but makes all the hard choices that Pettigrew refused the first time around. Other characters are in similar positions, but none of them go so far as Neville. None of them prove that the shaping of destiny is all on the individual the way he does.
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Next-Gen is here
I don’t care what anyone says, this is hilarious
No writer is as fond of messing with canon as Brad Buckner & Eugenie Ross-Leming. In Taxi Driver they changed the entire mythology for Purgatory and Hell, and invented the Rogue Reapers, unbalancing much of the storylines that came before it. In I’m No Angel they made reapers body snatchers like demons and angels.
In Holy Terror we find out angel graces do not come with a name tag attached to them. They aren’t like human souls, which have a one to one relationship with their owners. Instead they are like those five hour energy shots. Any angel could slice through another angel’s skin and steal his or her grace, thus making it his own, as Castiel did in this episode. A grace is just the battery fluid on which the angel engines run.
Except that causes a whole lot of canon problems. Like why Castiel didn’t do the same thing with Hael, or the angel he killed on the bus in 9.03. Also if a grace is so generic why did Metatron collect Castiel’s grace in a bottle? Why did Anna search for hers for so long when she could have just ripped one out of the red shirt angels that came after her? Why, when he was losing his powers at the end of season 5, didn’t Castiel absorb a grace from one of the many angels he killed?
Paper artist: Diana Beltran Herrera
The Cornell Fine Arts Museum will display seven sculptures by Diana Beltran Herrera. The works are completely made of paper and feature local bird species. The project is a CFAM collaboration with the Latin American Student Association, the Department of Biology, and the Department of Environmental Studies at Rollins College.
Herrera’s work seeks to explore the chillingly disengaged relationship between humans and nature in modern society. Using paper as her primary medium she is able to present notions of temporality and change, emphasizing the process of transformation that continuously occurs in nature as well as humankind.
Electronics that can be made waterproof:
Electronics that should be waterproof but never fucking are:
I just got hearing aids for the first time in my life.
I now hear all the things.
I don’t know weather to cry or attempt to hug music somehow.
I heard what my mum actually sounds like. Jesus fuck.
I can hear the neighbors having sex.
This was a mistake.
Oh god I remember when I first got mine. I spent the whole car ride home freaking out because wtf is the car doing is it about to explode I hear noises???
When you’re not in the fandom but you still get the reference
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
Reblogging for the comment
How old are you?
How long have you been ten?
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
OH MY LORD HELP
HAHAHA GUESS WHAT SCIENTISTS JUST FOUND A PLANET THAT’S NOT SUPPOSED TO EXIST AND THEY CAN’T FIGURE OUT HOW IT WAS FORMED FUNNY HOW IT HAPPENS RIGHT AFTER THE 50TH
for fucks sake the image is even colored like gallifrey
If they don’t call it Gallifrey in honor of this coincidence, I’m going to be upset.
If they don’t admit it’s Gallifrey because it’s clearly no coincidence, I’m going to be upset
“The planet has a mass almost 12 times the size of Jupiter”
Gallifrey is enormous. And this new planet is about 8.5 billion years older than Earth, so that leaves plenty of time for Time Lords to get around to being more advanced than we are.
And it was discovered by a team led by a woman.
Yesterday a guy came up to me at work was like “How are you ever going to get a job with all those piercings?”
I’ll say that again.
A guy came up to me
and asked “How are you ever going to get a job with all those piercings?”
I don’t know how to feel about this
but people who get all ‘think of the children!’ when you mention putting queer characters in kids shows piss me off so much
because I am thinking of the children
the queer children who are living in a world that tells them they are wrong at every turn, that denies their existence and refuses to allow them a happy ending
I’m thinking of those children
Discovering the original Sailor Moon as a kid made accepting myself SO much easier, that shit MATTERS. So yes, think of the children. Think of the queer children. Acknowledge their existence and let them know their presence is okay.