Cancel the Apocalypse

This started as an art blog. Still is when I can be arsed to post art of any sort. Posts are most frequently related to: Sci-fi and fantasy across all media from video games and films to tv shows foreign and domestic, my overwhelming leftist radical rage, and generalized snarky observation. I regularly get into discussions with my mutual-follow buddies and sometimes mumble about writing/the writing process.

Jul 21

sadspockpanda:

I saw a couple people I follow reblog a post about registering your animal(s) as service animals to make sure you can’t have your animals taken from you and it included a link to a place called the National Service Animals Registry. DO NOT DO IT, it is a scam!

For one, it is a dot com, which should be a big red flag! Two, it charges you to register your pet ($65!!!!!). Three, people can register ANY animal with it (including aggressive animals!)and not ones that are trained to deal with health/mental issues.

Just google it and you can see some webpages that call it (and other similar sites) out for being scams. 

(via diemarysues)


tellytubs:

mastergrandmaul:

thegrimsleeper:

How to make guests uncomfortable in your home

This is the single greatest thing I have ever seen.

#i want to do this with my own face (via chellociraptor)

tellytubs:

mastergrandmaul:

thegrimsleeper:

How to make guests uncomfortable in your home

This is the single greatest thing I have ever seen.

 (via chellociraptor)

(via daft-punks)


outofcontextdnd:

"Code of Honor is a flaw?" -Character creation going exceptionally well.


i made my own tag meme

  • why is
  • im gonna
  • dont
  • i cant
  • look at
  • where
  • stop

(via melancthe)


So I drank a lot of coffee last night. I mean like… a lot of coffee.

All it did was make me jittery and nearly have a goddamn breakdown because I was basically simultaneously amped out of my mind and utterly exhausted plus my anxiety and depression decided it would be a good time to rear up and be literally crippling in that I basically couldn’t bring myself to move.

I got two and a half hours of sleep last night and all day today I’ve only consumed a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch and a bowl of beefaroni and a glass of lemonade. I’ve also been working very hard, very physically, in my old room like all day. I should be utterly exhausted, drag-assing around from chair to bed.

Instead I got a fuckton accomplished and personally destroyed two large and heavy pieces of furniture with little more than brute strength and spite.


"Dawn of Victory," Rhapsody

GLOOOOOOOORIA!

GLOOORIA PERRRPEEEEEETUA!


Motherfuckers better watch out if I got a prybar. I am destruction made doughy flesh.
Where once stood a wardrobe, now stands only ruin.
*flex* 
*wheeze*

Motherfuckers better watch out if I got a prybar. I am destruction made doughy flesh.

Where once stood a wardrobe, now stands only ruin.

*flex* 

*wheeze*


"Crimson Thunder," HammerFall

Just look at that cover art. There’s a reason I never got over ridiculous power metal. Some part of me just really wants to take up a shield and a sword or a hammer and fight evil.

If they ever arrest me for going after like… fortune 500 CEOs with a hammer, you know what happened.


*Tears apart the metal framework of his old bed with his bare goddamn hands like the Incredible Hulk*

"All right! That went well. Better than expected. I guess there are more benefits to being an abnormally large man than scaring myself when I see my shadow or reflection in the dark and think ‘Oh shit that guy’s huge’."

*inhales dust bunny*


kaijuslayer:

Remember like forever ago when I decided to do a 1v1 duel-style diorama/mini/whatever? No? Well, I did.

Took one of the witch elves from the bloodwrack shrine I bought forever ago to be my Chaos Warshrine (the Avatar of Khaine from that now serves my Eldar army and the medusa demony thing is a Daemon Prince for my Warriors of Chaos army) and one of my many, many marines, and set out to do it.

The story should be pretty clear- he’s failed to land any real telling hits on her (except maybe on the right forearm but it’s clearly not enough to prevent her from using that knife) while she’s given him a number of deep gashes even through the power armor and taken his eye. The marine is in trouble and probably doomed. 

[Before you comment ‘what the hell is a Warhammer Fantasy character doing fighting a 40k character,’ I was not about to spend a dime on a Dark Eldar witch when I already had a perfectly good Dark Elven same goddamn thing. Maybe she’s a Dark Eldar who likes to cosplay as an exodite witch or something. Maybe she doesn’t like splinter pistols and just went for double knives. Who gives a shit.]

She’s kneeing the more dangerous of his weapons out of the way while directing an attack at the other arm. Probably take it off at the elbow.

Got lots of good use out of the “Blood for the Blood God” technical paint and had some fun painting up an Ultramarine for the first and most likely last time. Not really a huge fan of the smurfs, but what the hell, they’re the iconic marines and I didn’t really feel like painting one of my own guys getting diced like a ham.

There are a couple of hairs stuck to the model, even after I went over it as best I could before photographing it. Such are the vagaries and compromises of living with several cats and a wargaming army.

This took way too long for a model I won’t even use in a game, so I probably won’t be doing anything like it again, but it was kinda fun and as good a way as any to burn off the excess caffeine in my system tonight. *shrug*


"March of Mephisto," Kamelot


Remember like forever ago when I decided to do a 1v1 duel-style diorama/mini/whatever? No? Well, I did.

Took one of the witch elves from the bloodwrack shrine I bought forever ago to be my Chaos Warshrine (the Avatar of Khaine from that now serves my Eldar army and the medusa demony thing is a Daemon Prince for my Warriors of Chaos army) and one of my many, many marines, and set out to do it.

The story should be pretty clear- he’s failed to land any real telling hits on her (except maybe on the right forearm but it’s clearly not enough to prevent her from using that knife) while she’s given him a number of deep gashes even through the power armor and taken his eye. The marine is in trouble and probably doomed. 

[Before you comment ‘what the hell is a Warhammer Fantasy character doing fighting a 40k character,’ I was not about to spend a dime on a Dark Eldar witch when I already had a perfectly good Dark Elven same goddamn thing. Maybe she’s a Dark Eldar who likes to cosplay as an exodite witch or something. Maybe she doesn’t like splinter pistols and just went for double knives. Who gives a shit.]

She’s kneeing the more dangerous of his weapons out of the way while directing an attack at the other arm. Probably take it off at the elbow.

Got lots of good use out of the “Blood for the Blood God” technical paint and had some fun painting up an Ultramarine for the first and most likely last time. Not really a huge fan of the smurfs, but what the hell, they’re the iconic marines and I didn’t really feel like painting one of my own guys getting diced like a ham.

There are a couple of hairs stuck to the model, even after I went over it as best I could before photographing it. Such are the vagaries and compromises of living with several cats and a wargaming army.

This took way too long for a model I won’t even use in a game, so I probably won’t be doing anything like it again, but it was kinda fun and as good a way as any to burn off the excess caffeine in my system tonight. *shrug*


spaceparents + the motherfrakkin’ cabin

(via bringingdownthesky)


michael826:

Funny Vibe (feat. Chuck D and Flavor Flav) | Living Colour | Vivid

(via motheatenscarf)


haridraws:

Galadriel for this challenge.

They were clad wholly in white; and the hair of the Lady was of deep gold… but no sign of age was upon them, unless it were in the depths of their eyes; for these were keen as lances in the starlight, and yet profound, the wells of deep memory.

haridraws:

Galadriel for this challenge.

They were clad wholly in white; and the hair of the Lady was of deep gold… but no sign of age was upon them, unless it were in the depths of their eyes; for these were keen as lances in the starlight, and yet profound, the wells of deep memory.

(via diemarysues)


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