ImpatientTomato

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This is a blog mostly about things I find beautiful and compelling or original art and music I create. Feel free to be at ease with me!


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Reblogged from seinemajestat

gingerhaze:

discodick:

Superman as a Bazillion different forms of vision, and he still didn’t see that one coming.

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“Wonder Woman whyyyyyyyyyy”

It is one am and I am laughing too hard at this. Goodnight,

(Source: seinemajestat, via itscarororo)

NERD ALERT

Going to declare my major soon, and to celebrate I wrote a parody of “part of your world” from the little Mermaid. I am a huge dork. Here you go.

Look at this stuff, isn’t it neat, wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete?
Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl, the girl who has everything?
Look at this trove, treasures untold, how many wonders can one dorm room hold?
Looking around you’d think, sure, she’s got everything.

I’ve got gadgets and gizmos aplenty; I’ve got ideas and prototypes galore,
You want screwdrivers? I’ve got forty! But who cares, no big deal, I want more.

I want to be where the engineers are, I want to see, want to see them working,
Typing funny algorithms and symbols –what do you call it? – code!
Waiting for classes only gets you so far, I’m still not quite aware why 127.0.0.1 is home.

Up where they talk, up where codes run, testing that sweet solar car in the sun!
Innovatively, wish I could be, part of that world!

What would I give if I could get out of these prerequisites? 
What would I pay to have a day, my ideas in demand?
Bet you on hand, they understand,
The fundamentals of differential calculus!
There’ll be bright young women, sick of spinning, ready to stand!

And ready to know what the professors know,
Ask ‘em my questions and get some answers
What is fire and why does it (in all its colors) burn?
When’s it my turn? Wouldn’t I love?
Love to explore those ideas above?
Impatiently, wish I could be, part of that world.

THIS IS A FIRST ATTEMPT AT A DND CHARACTER FROM A NEWBIE
Any sentient being holds the capability for change. Time bites steel and stops heart, wrinkles skin and heals wounds, but that isn’t relevant to Catrin Elaine. Who cares for time when you’ve got so much? People will and have always been not to be trusted. She’ll never need a hand.  No one cares. Left her for dead. To the dead.  She’ll never love nor understand love. Never smile. Never talk.  Who needs people?
A strange thing happened once near a small village in a valley. There was a day when the dead rose in a great mass and descended upon that small village. The villagers fought gallantly and the untimely siege passed within a matter of days, the leftover monsters scattering to the woods in smaller groups. What the villagers did not know is that the cottage of an elven couple wanting to live a quieter life away from larger crowds with their small daughter would be the victims of the collective regrouping of those same undead. The couple tried to fight for themselves, but it takes the strength and hope and better preparedness of a group of living to overcome that much death. The couple had fallen prey to the persistence of the beasts with their final well wishes to the survival of their child. Catrin, the young miss now sadden with loss, had boarded herself up in the house’s kitchen to wait for the moans to die out, armed with a knife. She stayed there for a long time, making her own talk with imaginary people, questioning why the real ones never came to make the monsters go away. In her own sense she never quite forgave those townsfolk, but never stopped believing in them either.
The day she left was silent. No one besides the small wood elf was around, all moaning gone. Catrin, still young and slightly stupid with her newfound freedom set out to find someone, anyone, just to have company. A short trek later, she happened upon the very town full of people. She went to the noisiest place around, a small packed bar where she befriended a group of merchants heading out to some unknown place. Enticed by their tales and nice tasting food and drink, she was sleepily loaded onto the caravan that evening with a hope that the other girls put with her would be fast friends. They became wise cracking and insult trading allies, yes, but only in the small adventure to overtake the “merchants” and their operation and with a newfound distrust of sweet words and wine.
Catrin and those young ladies did support and travel with each other until they happened upon the next town; a trading center located next a forest famous for its camping ground. It was here that Catrin learned to pickpocket extensively and stole her food and supplies from local campers, each reporting of a blue eyed, red haired ghost who spirited away parts other their belongings with a large smile.  She never took much from one group or another, but stole from many. It was enough that the nearby town contracted a huntress who happened to be at the local bar to look into the thieveries. The huntress easily caught the inexperienced elf after a boisterous chase, and seeing just how young and foolish she was, decided that the best punishment she could offer was her tutelage.
Catrin then began a new period of extensive training in the arts of a ranger. The exercises and abilities learned during those years are not just learned, but seared into the soul of Ms. Elaine by the very huntress of veritable notoriety Dai Idwal. The relationship that formed between these two during the grueling lessons is one of unmitigated showmanship and competition, playful yet serious threats of death, and undoubtable loyalty between student and mentor that is a sign of a powerful kinship. The great Huntress Dai also loves tricks. It is one of her better known to slip Catrin into the high Elven courts under the guise of being the third Idwal sister to train under the second, Enid Idwal, as a lady, simply to spite Catrin and spur her to a better education.
It is here that the more well-known fame of Catrin Elaine begins, and her education in the ways of communication of all forms. It’s in the courts that the red haired elf danced and talked her way through many ballrooms and bedrooms of influential people. There are a plethora of legends of the pranks she has pulled on political figures, and anyone the stayed there while she was present can attest to the sight of her countless acrobatics out of the guest  lodgings windows during the early hours of the mornings. It wasn’t that Catrin was particularly witty or charming that she gained so many lovers and enemies, just an ample persistence, great luck, and quick reflexes during perceived opportunities.  It wasn’t also that Catrin didn’t know how to behave, the younger Idwal sister made complete assurance that all of the knowledge of the courtesies and intricacies of higher living was burned into the wood elf with the same ferocity as the military weaponry and tracking that Dai had imparted.  Enid Idwal also had a rather interesting hobby of matchmaking that she famous for. There were even rumors of her aptitude for the persuasive capability of the perfumes and charms making people more willing to commit. Catrin was soon a victim of the younger Idwal sibling’s meddling and contracted to a suitor most beneficial to the political game of hers. Catrin did not care for this one bit. It is here that Catrin called upon all her resources, the care and cunning of her friends, companions, and allies to make the most pointlessly theatrical and scandalous escape to grace the courts in a long time. She succeeded, leaving a groom scorned and a home she should be wary of returning to.
And this is where, with the resources gifted and stolen from the courts, which the wild haired Catrin Elaine came to roam from town to town doing odd jobs of one kind or another. She picks up some basic skills in practically every profession, never quite managing to master any of them that the Idwal sisters didn’t teach. Adventuring was supposed to be short term job with transitory people she would probably think fondly of but not invest in. Little did she know that the individuals she now travels with have prompted a newfound disguise, a curse, and a habit of sticking up for people that only hints at a mischievous new future yet undiscovered.

Any sentient being holds the capability for change. Time bites steel and stops heart, wrinkles skin and heals wounds, and this is sorely relevant to Catrin Elaine. Who can waste time when you’ve got so little? People and their intentions, good and bad, are the only things you can count on. She’ll always need a hand, and someone will always need hers. There’s no time or relevance for the dead, for they aren’t useful.  She’ll hope to find someone who’ll stay by her, and she’ll find a way to make it last. Offer a smile. Pull up a chair.  People hold the possibility for so much, don’t they?

THIS IS A FIRST ATTEMPT AT A DND CHARACTER FROM A NEWBIE

Any sentient being holds the capability for change. Time bites steel and stops heart, wrinkles skin and heals wounds, but that isn’t relevant to Catrin Elaine. Who cares for time when you’ve got so much? People will and have always been not to be trusted. She’ll never need a hand.  No one cares. Left her for dead. To the dead.  She’ll never love nor understand love. Never smile. Never talk.  Who needs people?

A strange thing happened once near a small village in a valley. There was a day when the dead rose in a great mass and descended upon that small village. The villagers fought gallantly and the untimely siege passed within a matter of days, the leftover monsters scattering to the woods in smaller groups. What the villagers did not know is that the cottage of an elven couple wanting to live a quieter life away from larger crowds with their small daughter would be the victims of the collective regrouping of those same undead. The couple tried to fight for themselves, but it takes the strength and hope and better preparedness of a group of living to overcome that much death. The couple had fallen prey to the persistence of the beasts with their final well wishes to the survival of their child. Catrin, the young miss now sadden with loss, had boarded herself up in the house’s kitchen to wait for the moans to die out, armed with a knife. She stayed there for a long time, making her own talk with imaginary people, questioning why the real ones never came to make the monsters go away. In her own sense she never quite forgave those townsfolk, but never stopped believing in them either.

The day she left was silent. No one besides the small wood elf was around, all moaning gone. Catrin, still young and slightly stupid with her newfound freedom set out to find someone, anyone, just to have company. A short trek later, she happened upon the very town full of people. She went to the noisiest place around, a small packed bar where she befriended a group of merchants heading out to some unknown place. Enticed by their tales and nice tasting food and drink, she was sleepily loaded onto the caravan that evening with a hope that the other girls put with her would be fast friends. They became wise cracking and insult trading allies, yes, but only in the small adventure to overtake the “merchants” and their operation and with a newfound distrust of sweet words and wine.

Catrin and those young ladies did support and travel with each other until they happened upon the next town; a trading center located next a forest famous for its camping ground. It was here that Catrin learned to pickpocket extensively and stole her food and supplies from local campers, each reporting of a blue eyed, red haired ghost who spirited away parts other their belongings with a large smile.  She never took much from one group or another, but stole from many. It was enough that the nearby town contracted a huntress who happened to be at the local bar to look into the thieveries. The huntress easily caught the inexperienced elf after a boisterous chase, and seeing just how young and foolish she was, decided that the best punishment she could offer was her tutelage.

Catrin then began a new period of extensive training in the arts of a ranger. The exercises and abilities learned during those years are not just learned, but seared into the soul of Ms. Elaine by the very huntress of veritable notoriety Dai Idwal. The relationship that formed between these two during the grueling lessons is one of unmitigated showmanship and competition, playful yet serious threats of death, and undoubtable loyalty between student and mentor that is a sign of a powerful kinship. The great Huntress Dai also loves tricks. It is one of her better known to slip Catrin into the high Elven courts under the guise of being the third Idwal sister to train under the second, Enid Idwal, as a lady, simply to spite Catrin and spur her to a better education.

It is here that the more well-known fame of Catrin Elaine begins, and her education in the ways of communication of all forms. It’s in the courts that the red haired elf danced and talked her way through many ballrooms and bedrooms of influential people. There are a plethora of legends of the pranks she has pulled on political figures, and anyone the stayed there while she was present can attest to the sight of her countless acrobatics out of the guest  lodgings windows during the early hours of the mornings. It wasn’t that Catrin was particularly witty or charming that she gained so many lovers and enemies, just an ample persistence, great luck, and quick reflexes during perceived opportunities.  It wasn’t also that Catrin didn’t know how to behave, the younger Idwal sister made complete assurance that all of the knowledge of the courtesies and intricacies of higher living was burned into the wood elf with the same ferocity as the military weaponry and tracking that Dai had imparted.  Enid Idwal also had a rather interesting hobby of matchmaking that she famous for. There were even rumors of her aptitude for the persuasive capability of the perfumes and charms making people more willing to commit. Catrin was soon a victim of the younger Idwal sibling’s meddling and contracted to a suitor most beneficial to the political game of hers. Catrin did not care for this one bit. It is here that Catrin called upon all her resources, the care and cunning of her friends, companions, and allies to make the most pointlessly theatrical and scandalous escape to grace the courts in a long time. She succeeded, leaving a groom scorned and a home she should be wary of returning to.

And this is where, with the resources gifted and stolen from the courts, which the wild haired Catrin Elaine came to roam from town to town doing odd jobs of one kind or another. She picks up some basic skills in practically every profession, never quite managing to master any of them that the Idwal sisters didn’t teach. Adventuring was supposed to be short term job with transitory people she would probably think fondly of but not invest in. Little did she know that the individuals she now travels with have prompted a newfound disguise, a curse, and a habit of sticking up for people that only hints at a mischievous new future yet undiscovered.

Any sentient being holds the capability for change. Time bites steel and stops heart, wrinkles skin and heals wounds, and this is sorely relevant to Catrin Elaine. Who can waste time when you’ve got so little? People and their intentions, good and bad, are the only things you can count on. She’ll always need a hand, and someone will always need hers. There’s no time or relevance for the dead, for they aren’t useful.  She’ll hope to find someone who’ll stay by her, and she’ll find a way to make it last. Offer a smile. Pull up a chair.  People hold the possibility for so much, don’t they?

Reblogged from feminesque
Reblogged from syntxx
syntxx:

Cate Blanchett by Brigitte Lacombe for Vanity Fair France, April 2014

syntxx:

Cate Blanchett by Brigitte Lacombe for Vanity Fair France, April 2014

(via orionsnacks)

Reblogged from pavus
Madame de Fer.

(Source: pavus, via shimadakambei)

Reblogged from vircapinku

Thoughts

I just realized: I really, really, adore villains/evil/bad characters becoming awkward yet sincere friends with the protagonists of a show. It’s just the best.

Reblogged from thegreatpromiseproduction

batlesbo:

thegreatpromiseproduction:

Of course, Nadya Mira! Even though some drawings are still rough but there are so many interesting design choices!! Nadya is definitely one of the most inspiring character designer with fresh takes and distintive taste. Her way of joining shapes and elements are amazing. ANYWAY!! you guys should also check out more of her work. because it’s just great. 

http://nadya-mira.tumblr.com/

http://nadyamira.blogspot.com/

Oh my god these designs.

Reblogged from lacigreen

lacigreen:

new video up babes!  WHY I’M A….FEMINIST *gasp!!* *shock!!!1* *horror!!!!*

i know, i know.  gender equality is a terrifying thing here on the interwebs.  here are just a few (err…60) of the reasons i’m a feminist.

are you?

Reblogged from findchaos

findchaos:

Video Prep - Silly Faces

While preparing for a Thank-You video to our Patrons, we couldn’t resist some silly photo-ops. 

Reblogged from kinesisboomer

kinesisboomer:

ALL I WANT IN LIFE IS A UNIVERSAL TRANSFORMERS SIZE CHART
IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK
ONE SIZE CHART
OF ALL THE TRANSFORMERS CHARACTERS???

(via self-proclaimed-robosexual)

Reblogged from batlesbo

Anonymous asked: My mom and I got in a big fight last night about wether someone who is asexual can be in a romantic relationship with someone without having sex, what do you think?

batlesbo:

1.) Fights only happen when two egos react to one another. Whatever you “fight” about, it probably regards something deeper than just a mere question about sexuality. “Discussing” something without anger or intolerance to the other’s opinion is allowing consciousness to flow into the topic. Doesn’t mean you have to agree with the person of course, just means you allow them to say what they feel about the subject without judging them about it. They’re entitled to have their beliefs, just like you do. (totally didn’t need to go into a spiritual rant there but felt like it, don’t mind me :) )

2.) Of course people can be in a romantic relationship without having sex. Love is limitless, and does not have to include sex to be perfectly happy.

Reblogged from ratchet-the-babysitter
meesterfinchy:

ratchet-the-babysitter:

When Ratchets peace and quiet is disturbed

hahaha

meesterfinchy:

ratchet-the-babysitter:

When Ratchets peace and quiet is disturbed

hahaha

(via orionsnacks)

Reblogged from rebeccaparham

rebeccaparham:

This…. because….this.