FEELING LUCKY, PUNK?

10 Jan

Labyrinth (1986) art by Brian Froud.
David Bowie would later often express embarrassment about his role in the film. But why? Because it flopped and he felt he had to distance himself from it? It performed poorly at the box office and critics, well…—but many kids saw it and didn’t forget.

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28 Dec

blitzkriegwitchcraft:

Nurgle Death Guard by Alex Charleux

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28 Dec

salty-and-slightlyspicy:

lehanan-aida:
ass-ume:
onlylolgifs:
Hugh Herr: The new bionics that let us run, climb and dance
oh my god they did it!
This is probably the most impressive and beautiful thing I’ve seen in years.
This is amazing. As much as i joke about wanting new legs, I hope this gives amputees much wanted freedom.

(Source: lolgifs.net, via st-just)

28 Dec

scifi-fantasy-horror:

by Tom McDowell

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justalittlemouseinthedoorway:
psychiatriccircus:
sixpenceee:
Turn on the sound and watch this raven mimic a human voice. This is Mischief the white-necked raven. These ravens are found throughout eastern and southern Africa, and are common near human habitation. Like all members of the Corvidae family, ravens are extremely intelligent. They use tools to get food if necessary, and can even mimic human speech! (Source)
Okay but that’s not some Gilbert Gottfried ‘RAAAK POLLY WANNA CRACKER’ this raven actually sounds like a person what the fuck
Imagine walking into a forest with a bunch of ravens and they start saying some scary messed up stuff “you’re gonna die” and “no one can hear you”. Then it turns out there was a gruesome murder and the Ravens heard it all.
nevermore.

(Source: sixpenceee, via sixpenceee)

16 Dec

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6 Dec

bangawang:

somethingaboutblacktop:
the-ick-vault:
wow
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Jolene (33 R.P.M) - click for .mp3
Unsure where this came from, if not the palsied hands of the good Lord himself.
Simple premise: Dolly Parton’s “Jolene” slipped from 45 to 33 rpm. Nothing more; no studio trickery, no trip hop drum breaks. The guitar lopes back in and around itself. The bass becomes elastic, hot rubber. The violin stabs become sustained cello lines. The backing choir’s split harmony rattles around, slinking ghostly into the corner. And most importantly, Parton’s once-frantic vocal is transformed from bubblegum country scrawl into something approximating field holler reverence.
An already perfect song made transcendental..
Who would win in a battle for my immortal soul: the devil on his fiddle or “Jolene” at 33 RPM

(Source: somethingaboutblacktop-blog, via roguetelemetry)