(Source: coconotchanel)
areu:
YOUR DRILL IS THE DRILL THAT WILL PIERCE THE HEAVENS!
gurren lagann mini print trio for anime north!!!
I am the slowest artist
Also these are the laziest inks
Tarit! My pathfinder character for Ambi’s upcoming game uvu He is a Suli-Jann Magus who uses a war hammer
His arms glow uvu
tentaspy-is-here-for-all-of-you:
CRIES
tears come down in buckets
OHGOD. D,:
what would god tier mayor look like
is no one going to realise that hussie wrote this in fucking iambic pentameter like holy mother of god hussie four for you
(Source: sonnetstuck)
If you look for immigrants, you won’t find us sitting on the sofa in the local mansion, on the phone to our relatives as we work out how to claim yet another benefit. You’ll find us working early cleaning leisure centres and tube stations, working late in fish and chip shops, McDonalds and strip clubs, working in the afternoons in factories and schools, on farms and building sites. Most of it is service work, the kind of jobs you don’t notice people doing, with low pay and long hours, poor conditions and little career progression. Immigrants are invisible, working hard and late for low pay, stigmatised and hated. Lots of hard work, for very little reward: that’s most immigrants’ experience of their own lives and of the lives of others in their communities.
The facts back this up. Two million immigrants have come to the UK from the eight Eastern European countries which joined the EU in 2004. Of those, only 13,000 have claimed Jobseeker’s Allowance. Those who have been on benefits haven’t stayed on them for long: the average time on Jobseeker’s Allowance is a mere thirteen weeks. And the cost of benefits is nothing compared to the five billion pounds that these immigrants have added to the economy.
Immigrants don’t get much of reward themselves. They cycle home six miles from a late shift at minimum wage because they can’t afford the bus, risking their life because they can’t afford lights on their bike; scrimp and save to send money home or look after elderly relatives or young children; or live in a small flat above a fish and chip shop, managing a business and looking after four children. Something for nothing? More like a lot of back breaking work for next to nothing.
❞(Source: rightsandhumanity)
“If I had my way there’d be an Aasimar trait in which people in prolonged exposure to me are more susceptible to sudden bouts of choreographed song and dance numbers. My entire backstory would be him fleeing a life of singing animals and townsfolk dropping everything to ferociously musical at him.”
- Monk
This scene did it for me. This is the moment where my life ended
If you don’t love Wilfred you are lying to yourself
(Source: riversdeath)
Hoping to give new meaning to the term “natural light,” a small group of biotechnology hobbyists and entrepreneurs has started a project to develop plants that glow, potentially leading the way for trees that can replace electric streetlamps and potted flowers luminous enough to read by.
The project, which will use a sophisticated form of genetic engineering called synthetic biology, is attracting attention not only for its audacious goal, but for how it is being carried out.
Rather than being the work of a corporation or an academic laboratory, it will be done by a small group of hobbyist scientists in one of the growing number of communal laboratories springing up around the nation as biotechnology becomes cheap enough to give rise to a do-it-yourself movement.
The project is also being financed in a D.I.Y. sort of way: It has attracted more than $250,000 in pledges from about 4,500 donors in about two weeks on the Web site Kickstarter. (via A Dream of Glowing Trees Is Assailed for Gene-Tinkering - NYTimes.com)
Reblogged before, but worth an update: These guys got more than funded, with still 28 days to go. Not bad for a DIY biotech lab.
Oh science, how did you know I wanted to turn my apartment into Pandora?