Brooding Cityscapes by Jeremy Mann
Not just any brooding cityscapes, though. Impressionism or not, I know my city when I see it.
God I want every single one of these paintings on my wall.
Expo, 32, freelance film and video editor and professional nerd living in the Pacific northwest.
Probably my favorite line in Uprising…
Also punches me in the feels, but you know…
I just bought a couple episodes of Uprising in HD on iTunes. Just three, because money, but Hnghng the show is bootiful in HD.
PS: if you didn’t know it was on iTunes, go buy a few eps. It supports the show. I guess.
Plus it’s just cool okay … HD Tron: Uprising on a 1.5k computer with an HD screen. and HD sound and HD headphones. HELLO.
Apparently what my overall tastes in entertainment have in common across the board are these moments when the writers look you dead in the eye, smile knowingly at you, wink, and then shank you in the throat.
Which House Would I Swear Fealty To: Don’t get me wrong, Daenerys. You’re mostly awesome. It’s just…that whole “insanity coin toss” thing, you know? Who knows whether it’s gonna come up heads or tails next time. And how the hell am I supposed to swear fealty to House Baratheon when they’re all busy trying to shank each other in the neck? Team Tyrell FTW. (Ooh Lady Olenna ooh~)
Which House Best Reflects My Moral Ideals: Both the Baratheons and the Targaryens are all about rage and fire and skull-cracking. Me? I like the idea of chilling quietly in the background and amassing power by way of high intelligence and good publicity. Tyrell, once again, FTW.
Which House Would I Stay The Hell Away From: The Targaryens are like a live taping of a Mythbusters episode: a totally awesome but potentially catastrophic spectacle best observed from a safe distance.
Which House Would I Swear Fealty To: …I really want to say Tully, because frankly they can use all the help they can get anymore, but sadly if I’m being honest with myself I have to say I like being alive a little too much. Sigh. Lannister. I guess.
Which House Best Reflects My Moral Ideals: The Tullys. They’re not always the best people and they’ve managed to make a royal cockup of more than a few major situations (
Hi Lysa! Thanks for literally ruining everything for everyone ever!), but their hearts are in the right places and they try, dammit. I can identify.
Which House Would I Stay The Hell Away From: Y’all Greyjoys can keep your creepy Viking Cthulhu Cult well away from me please and thank you.
Except you Asha. You can stay.
Which House Would I Swear Fealty To: Arryn by a country mile. They’re mostly decent people aside from Lady Psycho Hosebeast, (who isn’t actually an Arryn anyway), they’ve got the most defensible position of any of the Greater Houses, and they care more about defending and maintaining their own lands and people than getting involved in the clusterfuck that’s taken over the rest of the continent. Plus they have a rad sigil!
Which House Best Reflects My Moral Ideals: Arryn, again. Pragmatic neutrality coupled with a general “don’t be a bag of dicks” honor policy? I can dig it!
Which House Would I Stay the Hell Away From: I’m sorry, House Bolton, I can’t hear you because I am keeping as many large landmasses and oceans between myself and the Dreadfort as I can possibly manage.
(Go away House Frey nobody likes you.)
Then I shall name him “Killingyouguy.”
I am seriously going to get Pokemon X/Y just so I can have a Clauncher and name it Lobstrosity.
-I don’t believe in the devil.
-You should, he believes in you.
Today in Expo’s Favorite Underrated Films: The Devil’s Advocate.
ETA: EXCEPT FOR THE PART WHERE THIS IS TOTALLY CONSTANTINE HAHAHAHAHAHA fuck
whatever my point still stands
/casually drowns self
Heh, thought the Fanterns needed something to laugh at today.
LOL! I love the Blue Lantern Hal crossing his fingers!
Is it just me or is Orange Lantern Hal reaching for the Red Lantern one’s booty here? O.O
The Star Sapphire one tho
He’s pokin’ him with a stick.
This is everything I want in life.
You’re a gorgeous, majestic spiral galaxy, a colony of billions and billions of stars spinning sedately out in deep space, waiting patiently for your moment to shine in front of the Hubble. Even your vast clouds of dirt are majestically, artistically arranged.
…and then some emo teen of a blue star suddenly walks onto the stage from the corner of gracious nowhere, blows itself up and photobombs the whole shot.
I’m going to pick the fastest ship in our fleet. I’m going to choose the fifty best killers in the Iron Islands. I’m going to sail up the Narrow Sea all the way to the Weeping Water. I’m going to march on the Dreadfort. I’m going to find my little brother. And I’m going to bring him home.
This was the real “who run the world, girls” moment for me tonight. Sometimes I just don’t feel as empowered by the HBO Daenerys as the show assumes I should be.
I think the show doesn’t understand that Asha (aka Yarra) and Brienne are as much fantasy fulfillment for girls as Dany and Cersei are. I love the idea of being that unquestionably powerful without having to be a size 4 with perfect hair and makeup, that I could just get a whole bunch of trained respectable warriors to follow me because they respected me, that I could have the resources to just get up and go and put my money where my mouth is.
And as much as I love the “pretty girl rock” girls on Game of Thrones, I fantasize about being Asha and Brienne too. I love the idea of not having to look perfect and still have the professional respect and understanding of worthy men.
Tumblr, you are 100% to blame for my girlcrush-y affection for this character. I’ve only seen like five minutes of the first episode she appeared in. From the corner of my eye. While I was reading a book. And yet… <3
THIS IS ALL ON YOU TUMBLR.
Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to sit here and cry because I fucking know that halfway through next season she’s going to be forced to about-face so she can go participate in the Great Greyjoy Bullshit Spectacular from AFFC instead of getting to shove a fucking spear up Ramsay Bolton’s nethers. Fuck you, show, for playing Lucy-With-The-Football with my emotions like this.