"That was when I realized I was invincible."
Like scribbles on a page.
Jon Stewart, explaining to young people why books are awesome.
(Source: sofuckingbeautifulbaby, via wait-til-next-year)
Oh this is great.
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Cool ass kickstarter trying to clean up the New York rivers!
Like a giant strainer dropped into the river, + POOL makes it possible for everybody to swim in clean river water right here in NYC.
Dyng Hard Speaks Louder Than Words by Mark Marianelli
It’s always fun and games until somebody dies hard! Faced with eternal Die Hard film title derivatives, Mark decided to float a few groanworthy idioms of his own and prove that a picture is worth a thousand Die Hards. Because making bad word-plays always comes down to a simple choice: you either get busy living or you get busy dying hard.
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Inspired by Anita Sarkeesian’s Video Game Tropes vs Women, I wanted to pitch a Zelda game where Zelda herself was the hero, rescuing a Prince Link.
Clockwork Empire is set 2,000 years after Twilight Princess, and is not a reboot, but simply another iteration in the Zelda franchise. It just so happens that in this case, Zelda is the protagonist. I’m a very big Zelda fan, and worked hard to draw from key elements in the continuity and mythos.
This concept work is meant to show that Zelda as a game protagonist can be both compelling and true to the franchise, while bringing new and dynamic game elements that go farther than being a simple gender swap.
Hope you like it!
This is honestly so cool
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For what is a girl to the smell of the ocean, the wind through the pines, and the asured knowledge that you are home? That the earth beneath your feet is your earth, the sun that warms your face your sun? Nothing. That girl is nothing, however much you love her.
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This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet, and some were cold and snuffed you
And some just laid around in bed.
Some had crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some had crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you
This is the story of your red right ankle.
