Right so im walking home and I see this guy rolling a cigarette under a streetlamp and when he clicked his lighter THE FUCKING STREETLIGHT WENT OUT
I stopped in my tracks and stared at this guy who looks up at me then to his lighter and hes as surprised as me then he takes his thumb off the trigger and THE STREETLIGHT TURNS BACK ON
HE GAVE THE MOST SURPRISED LOOK OF ANYONE EVER AND THEN SHOUTED “LATER MUGGLES” AND FUCKING RAN OFF
AM I DREAMING
we met beside a land mine waiting for the wind to blow
an aoi asahina/sakura oogami fst
two veils to hide my face - passion pit
LGOYH - kwes.
if you need someone - the field mice
little cup - thao & mirah
separation anxiety - NELL
oxygen mask - eisley
i would die 4 u - prince
legs away - mother mother
war - emmy the great
galaxy - angel haze
fold your hands child - cobra starship
mirrors - jhené aiko
oh my god this is the only thing I’ve managed to draw today so it’s going on this blog for the daily doodle.
sorry for homestuckin’
ETA whoops I forgot to flip this back so just pretend their sprites are flipped….
Tweenbots by Kacie Kinzer:
Given their extreme vulnerability, the vastness of city space, the dangers posed by traffic, suspicion of terrorism, and the possibility that no one would be interested in helping a lost little robot, I initially conceived the Tweenbots as disposable creatures which were more likely to struggle and die in the city than to reach their destination. Because I built them with minimal technology, I had no way of tracking the Tweenbot’s progress, and so I set out on the first test with a video camera hidden in my purse. I placed the Tweenbot down on the sidewalk, and walked far enough away that I would not be observed as the Tweenbot––a smiling 10-inch tall cardboard missionary––bumped along towards his inevitable fate.
The results were unexpected. Over the course of the following months, throughout numerous missions, the Tweenbots were successful in rolling from their start point to their far-away destination assisted only by strangers. Every time the robot got caught under a park bench, ground futilely against a curb, or became trapped in a pothole, some passerby would always rescue it and send it toward its goal. Never once was a Tweenbot lost or damaged. Often, people would ignore the instructions to aim the Tweenbot in the “right” direction, if that direction meant sending the robot into a perilous situation. One man turned the robot back in the direction from which it had just come, saying out loud to the Tweenbot, “You can’t go that way, it’s toward the road.”
The Tweenbot’s unexpected presence in the city created an unfolding narrative that spoke not simply to the vastness of city space and to the journey of a human-assisted robot, but also to the power of a simple technological object to create a complex network powered by human intelligence and asynchronous interactions. But of more interest to me, was the fact that this ad-hoc crowdsourcing was driven primarily by human empathy for an anthropomorphized object. The journey the Tweenbots take each time they are released in the city becomes a story of people’s willingness to engage with a creature that mirrors human characteristics of vulnerability, of being lost, and of having intention without the means of achieving its goal alone. As each encounter with a helpful pedestrian takes the robot one step closer to attaining it’s destination, the significance of our random discoveries and individual actions accumulates into a story about a vast space made small by an even smaller robot.
tumblr famous fits the 6-6 format
you could have a fantroll named Tumblr Famous
his lusus is the fluffy chicken
WHEN THE HECKY DID YOU DO THIS I MISSED IT ENTIRELY
Can we just take a moment to appreciate this picture? Just take a nice long look.
This is obviously John in the wake of Sherlock’s death. He has grown a mustache to make himself look somewhat authoritative, more intimidating than Series 1/2 John.
Also, take note of the long coat and scarf, along with the gloves in his hand; all things Sherlock used to wear. He’s subconsciously trying to fill in for Sherlock, in his own mind and for the people around him who also lost a dear friend.
If that isn’t heartbreaking, I don’t know what is.
thank god for pixel art when pressure isnt working