Random Ramblings of a Chick Nerd

thursdayplaid:

clumsyoctopus:

flower language has always been an intense source of disappointment for me

like, they all mean really generic things like “love” or “forever” or “i’m sorry” 

i thought you could combine flowers

like you could just send someone a bouquet and from the combination of hibiscus and posies and tulips they’d understand “the rebel leader is dead, rendezvous at the docks at 8, bring the dog, you will need lighter fluid and  a large tomato”

I really hope no one’s answered this for you yet, I saw this and got so excited that my obscure knowledge base might come into use.  I had to stretch a few flowers so to speak but Victorian flower language allows for alteration in meaning depending on colour, fruit, flower, bud, steam, leaves and thorns, so I didn’t feel I was too far out of line.  This message would work best as two bouquets bound together.  First red Nasturtium with no leaves (red denotes a leader, the nasturtium a patriot) mixed with white or red Mask Flowers (rebellion, red if you want to emphasize fighting, white martyrdom) around Cypress (death).  Then Chick weed (rendezvous) and Blue Convolvulus (night) surrounded by eight White Popular Leaves (symbolises the time: eight), Yellow Iris (flame, and a flower that grows by rivers) and Yellow Prarie Dock Flowers (this was closest I could find to docks)and one large Tomato Leaf, all bound in Dogwood Bark.  Dogwood represents deceit, but as far as I could find the bark wasn’t used symbolically, and as you referred to the dog instead of a dog, I thought it was likely the pun should be a dead giveaway.  

So there’s your rebel message!

thatruskieyakattack:

completed-nihilism:

Vantablack

British researchers have created the ‘new black’ of the science world - and it is being dubbed super black.

The material absorbs all but 0.035 per cent of light, a new world record, and is so dark the human eye struggles to discern its shape and dimension, giving the appearance of a black hole.

Named Vantablack, or super black, it also conducts heat seven and half times more effectively than copper, and is ten times stronger than steel.

It is created by Surrey NanoSystems using carbon nanotubes, which are 10,000 thinner than human hair and so miniscule that light cannot get in but can pass into the gaps in between.

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todiwan:

A Russian tank manufacturer has unveiled a new tram design that it plans to start mass-producing in 2015. These beautiful pieces of engineering will hold 190 to 270 passengers and will be able to traverse on even the older, worn out Russian tram tracks.

Read more about the so-called “Batmobile” trams…

momochanners:

It’s grapplin’ time~

Somebody, save me from Ser Bara Warden Hell ;3;

(I blame this on hours of marker fumes inhalation prior)


I’m deeply satisfed with what I see here…

I’m deeply satisfed with what I see here…

momochanners:

sholvakree:

momochanners:

Blackwall x Cadash & Lavellan

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Shhhhhhhhh, just go with the feels…

The hawk, perched precariously on Cadash’s left hand, looked up at her smiling face and gave a raucous screech. She raised her right index finger in an attempt to pat the bird on its head.

The little bastard suddenly pecked at her palm and flew away, but not before puncturing her gloves, leaving two scratches on her fingers.

"By the Stone!" she swore angrily as she tore away the glove. Her fingers went instantly into her mouth; she sucked at the wound. She was so focused on the injury that she failed to notice the slight shadowing of the twilight around her.

"Not an animal person, I see," came a deep rumble from beside her.

Cadash turned towards the speaker and flushed when she came face-to-face with a smiling Ser Blackwall. Blackwall, to his credit, managed not to blush himself, though the corners of his mouth twitched just a little bit wider.

"I don’t blame it," sighed Cadash, taking her fingers from her mouth. "Ancestors know that every pet I ever had I managed to kill one way or another."

She looks down at her bare hand, the one the bird had been perched on…the marked hand…the cursed hand. The hand with the power to save the world…or maybe destroy it.

"Or maybe it just knew that I’m wrong," she added softly.

Blackwall gently took Cadash’s hand, lovingly ran his calloused fingers over it (oh, the thrill), and gently kissed the palm. “I think you’re fine just the way you are, lass.”

Cadash flushed again; Blackwall was being sincere, but she also knew exactly what game he was playing - and she was more than happy to play along. She gracefully extended her injured fingers towards his lips.

"Kiss them better for me?" she begged in her most beguiling voice.

Blackwall’s eyes flashed knowingly at her. “Of course, Inquisitor.”

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Why am I doing this again? thought Lavellan as he swung the greatsword around in the practice yard in wide, wild patterns.

Pain lanced through his side; he winced, lifted up his shirt and looked down at the dressing wrapped tightly across his abdomen.

Oh, I remember. I nearly got myself killed by using sloppy technique.

He began swinging again, though with less grandiose strokes than before.

"Should you be doing that so soon?" came a concerned voice from across the yard.

Lavellan flushed, but not because he’d been caught playing with his sword. “I’d hate to go soft on you in the middle of battle,” he responded teasingly before mentally smacking himself. Gods, that was a terrible line.

Ser Blackwall, clad only in a light shirt and pants, strolled up to the Inquisitor. “You’ll lose more than your fighting technique if Vivienne finds out you’re putting all her hard work at risk.”

"I’ll just get Dorian to run interference," retorted Lavellan, casually waving his hand.

"Regardless," replied Blackwall, "if you’re going to insist on practicing in your current state…"

Blackwall pressed up behind Lavellan, gently grasping him by the arms and maneuvering them into a better position.

"…then you’re going to do it properly."

Their eyes locked; the elf could feel the Warden’s heartbeat against his back, feel his breath against against his cheek. Mythal, why do you let him torment me so?

"Paying attention?" said Blackwall, his eyes twinkling.

Lavellan could only nod.

"Good. Now, the first rule of practicing while injured…"

*faints from the perfection*

I’M NOT WORTHY OF SUCH LOVELY FICLETS BASED ON MY SKETCHES

THANK YOUUUUU >w<

(And unf, so in character too! How did you figure their personalities out? BLOOD MAGIC??)

femininitythefword:

Actor and feminist, Terry Crews, sheds light on the whole “man up” ideology that young boys are taught in early stages of life. Boys should not play with certain toys that aren’t Tonka Trucks or G.I. Joe’s. Boys should never cry because that is what girls do. Boys should not… blah, blah, blah. 

When boys are taught to “man up,” society compares weakness with femininity, and sometimes just being a female is considered weakness, How many times have you heard “Don’t be a pussy” come out the mouths of teenage boys and grown men? Society associates having a “pussy” with weakness. Women are emotional and fragile creatures in a male dominant society and in order for this dominance to remain, men must act like a “man.” A “man” within societal standards is strong, emotionless, intelligent, and aggressive (not necessarily violent, but aggressive in terms of determination and work ethic). To be a “man” society forces men and young boys to suppress what makes them human: emotions, feelings, compassion.

As Terry Crews points out in this interview with Larry King, within the African American community, men are pressured to act a certain way by society. There is a stigma that surrounds African American men, the media portrays them as aggressive, violent, and generally what society expects from a “man.” Men are told to “not be so sensitive” and “don’t be such a girl” when it comes to issues that involve their emotions and feelings. If someone is offended they have every damn right to be upset, sensitivity is not solely for women, sensitivity and feeling are what make you human. Being “feminine,” “sensitive,” or a “girl” does not make you weak. It makes you human.

trumpetcat:

uberconfusedfallenangel:

firstbeanstalk:

jaredsmonologue:

crystaltokyogorepolice:

teenagemutantnegroturtle:

ask-aphsiberia:

mr-pond-parties-in-the-impala:

cosbyykidd:

It’s worked for white people, I figured I might as well give it a shot.

GET THIS GUY TO DISNEY WORLD DAMN IT

I want you to go man!

if this was a white girl this would have had the notes 3 weeks ago

People are sending him racist messages telling him it’s not gonna happen and he doesn’t belong in Disney World over this post. So we’re gonna reblog it even more.

SIGNAL BOOST 

I WILL REBLOG THIS EVERY TIME IT SHOWS UP ON MY DASH.

soon, friend. soon

GUYS GO

trumpetcat:

uberconfusedfallenangel:

firstbeanstalk:

jaredsmonologue:

crystaltokyogorepolice:

teenagemutantnegroturtle:

ask-aphsiberia:

mr-pond-parties-in-the-impala:

cosbyykidd:

It’s worked for white people, I figured I might as well give it a shot.

GET THIS GUY TO DISNEY WORLD DAMN IT

I want you to go man!

if this was a white girl this would have had the notes 3 weeks ago

People are sending him racist messages telling him it’s not gonna happen and he doesn’t belong in Disney World over this post. So we’re gonna reblog it even more.

SIGNAL BOOST 

I WILL REBLOG THIS EVERY TIME IT SHOWS UP ON MY DASH.

soon, friend. soon

GUYS GO

Reblog if you would watch a Howling Commandos movie, please!

whydouwantaname:

Or just like. Liking is awesome too! ^_-

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monkeyelbow:

Peter you’re a terrible uncle.

Baby Derek and Papa Hale returns!! Only for fun :D

The clumsiest person on Teen Wolf’s set…

hambearger:

I know what you’re t’inkin’, ma petite. Dat Gambit…still de suave one, no? #nofilter #nomakeup #xmen

hambearger:

I know what you’re t’inkin’, ma petite. Dat Gambit…still de suave one, no? #nofilter #nomakeup #xmen