wonderwomanv2:

ikantenggelem:

Assassin’s Creed Unity Meets Parkour in Real Life -video-

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

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patchesoftheuniverse:

the problem with reading a good book is that you want to finish the book but you don’t want to finish the book

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tastefullyoffensive:

[slugbooks/sarahcandersen]

Past Lives: The Battle of Ypres 1914

panatmansam:

The Great War. The War to End all Wars. Well, it didn’t do that and there was nothing great about it. I was a British Tommy, serving with that crusty ole blighter General Munro. We were dug in around the Belgian town of Ypres. It rained, god how it rained and the trenches were filled to hip deep in places. The sky was our enemy. It was from the sky where the rain came. It was the sky from where death descended upon us.

The Germans had snipers in their front trenches and Fritz was a crack shot. If you put your head above the trench you would be dead in an instant. I saw three men buy it this way. Whether they were suicides or just curious I would never know. Death from the sky came from the artillery. The German batteries had pre-sighted our trench lines. The new 7.7cm guns replaced the old 7.5 short range guns so now they could rain death down upon us from well behind the lines.

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The thing about death by artillery round is that it is so random. You might be in a trench and all the rounds would hit in front or behind you and nobody would be hurt. Sometimes though they got it right. A round would land in the trench sending red hot razor sharp pieces of steel shrapnel everywhere. Billy and Tommy might be standing shoulder to shoulder and one be untouched and the other blown to pieces. It was like that you know. Blown to pieces is not a metaphor. Depending upon how close he was to the exploding shell a man might be blown into pieces which had to be collected in a bucket.

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I copped it on the last day of the battle. Me best friend had been killed when a piece of shrapnel entered his eye and blasted the back of his skull out. I knew my time was up then. I stopped firing my rifle. I just sat in the mud waiting to die. I didn’t have too long to wait. The shell struck just to my left side. I remember only a flash and then darkness.

panatmansam:

If you read the holy texts of religions and the works of philosophy you will come to see that the same lessons are repeated over and over in slightly different language and context but all the same in essence.

mittiepaul:

What if instead of being proud miserly creatures, all dragons were just super nervous? They hoarded out of financial anxiety and whatnot.

(I doodled a dragon who ended up looking really concerned and I decided to clean it up and draw a few more to go with it. Dragons are the most fun to draw when they are the opposite of fearsome)

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Why everybody's so quick to judge another?

Anonymous

Status. Judging one another is all about “I may not be the best but at least I am better than that guy”. Status. Just like chimpanzees. It is the ape in man which causes us to do this.

rumpelstiltskln:

if I had a twin I would go into crowds of strangers and profess my love to someone and then say “if our love isn’t meant to be, I will go back in time and slap myself” and then my twin would burst in and slap me

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owlturdcomix:

We go forward.

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algebra666:

callmekitto:

alexandraerin:

silverilly:

bookshop:

mydaywithd:

Julie D’Aubigny was a 17th-century bisexual French opera singer and fencing master who killed or wounded at least ten men in life-or-death duels, performed nightly shows on the biggest and most highly-respected opera stage in the world, and once took the Holy Orders just so that she could sneak into a convent and shag a nun.
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bisexual opera singer who killed ten men and snuck into a convent to shag a nun.

Just so y’all know, she later set that convent on fire so she and that nun could sneak out. And she seduced one of the men she’d dueled.

Also, dueling was a serious crime during her life, but the king of France essentially overturned her conviction on the grounds that the relevant law specifically referred to men. 

how has there never been a million stories about this badass

make a movie about this queen

algebra666:

callmekitto:

alexandraerin:

silverilly:

bookshop:

mydaywithd:

Julie D’Aubigny was a 17th-century bisexual French opera singer and fencing master who killed or wounded at least ten men in life-or-death duels, performed nightly shows on the biggest and most highly-respected opera stage in the world, and once took the Holy Orders just so that she could sneak into a convent and shag a nun.

(via Feminism)

bisexual opera singer who killed ten men and snuck into a convent to shag a nun.

Just so y’all know, she later set that convent on fire so she and that nun could sneak out. And she seduced one of the men she’d dueled.

Also, dueling was a serious crime during her life, but the king of France essentially overturned her conviction on the grounds that the relevant law specifically referred to men. 

how has there never been a million stories about this badass

make a movie about this queen

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no-puppy-eyes:

The Skies of Skyrim

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angrynerdyblogger:

cats can straight up do that double jump video game thing

angrynerdyblogger:

cats can straight up do that double jump video game thing

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dingdongyouarewrong:

atomicbassist:

team-lads-and-gents:

i wish puberty took you to a customize your character screen

do you realize how many people would be dragons

exactly

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