axbitofboth:

You have no idea how long I’ve waited for someone to STATE THE DAMN OBVIOUS

zzigae:

I am groot. 

zzigae:

I am groot. 

malcolmsex:

pennislots:

riningear:

Every time this post comes around, I have to explain this. 

Watch Dennou Coil, the most underrated anime pretty much ever. 

  • Yes, this is the standard of animation throughout the series. 
  • AND THIS IS A FILLER EPISODE. 
  • It’s basically about kids with what’s essentially Google Glass: The Game. The whole world is affected by this game. Traffic lights, school, anything. 
  • It’s good in the beginning and gets really, really good by the end. 
  • Shows the vulnerabilities of children.
  • Well-written children in general. They fall under some tropes but they don’t suffer from the usual fallacies of writing children into series. 
  • And yeah, the filler episodes are really good. The whole series is worth watching. 

Reblogging as a reminder to myself

 wish this show was longer.

yummytomatoes:

doodly moody today

yummytomatoes:

doodly moody today

crabbyjammies:

capitalistpropaganda:

"what’s the worst that could happen? I’ll be TOO cool?" I say as I strap the rocket blasters to my heelys

officiallyshipped:

Can we all just take a moment and appreciate Deadpool

ninjendo:

gettin turnt

//For those unaware (or usually have no interest in mecha, which is quite alarming theres so many of you)

peacethrough-tyranny:

beamscissormuses02:

among various anime announcements, it has been revealed by 2019 that there will be a REAL, FUNCTIONAL, FULL SIZE, GUNDAM

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NOT A MODEL KIT, NOT A TOY, A REAL REAL REAL HONEST TO GOD MECH

WE ARE ENTERING THE AGE OF MECHA, THE FUTURE IS NOW

so essentially this but now one that moves.

nagakaze:

adambloghart:

artaeologist:

there are five frogs staring at me right now

but only one can be america’s next top model

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ezeqquiel:

Attempting digital art, more like: 

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valkyriestrikeofthelashatterdome:

gotterdammerungs:

                             (x)

And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.