(Image credit: U.S. Ski & Snowboard Team)

The women of the US Olympic Ski Team have been spotted wearing uniforms that make them superheroes! Marvel teamed up with the sportswear company Spyder for ski gear the team is wearing in PyeongChang. These are not the official uniforms for the actual events, but practice uniforms. They are still getting all the attention. Above you see gold medalist Lindsey Vonn decked out as Captain America. And other skiers are wearing the uniform of Captain Marvel, who'll be seen in her own movie in 2019.

THE US WOMEN’s SKI TEAM IS WEARING CAPTAIN MARVEL SUITS!!!!!! pic.twitter.com/d0iddtKaZy

— Amanda (@NeverSunIX) January 23, 2018

 
See more pictures of the US Olympic ski team at Uproxx.

Photographer Matěj Kříž explores the depths of the great unknown with his camera. Using a combination of on-the-ground and aerial photography, he has captured the mystifying ice caves of Iceland. The breathtaking locale looks like it’s encased in glass and from certain vantage points doesn’t look like a landscape at all. This is most notable in the photos of the blue glaciers; with their different shades and organic shapes, they could double as an abstract oil painting.

Kříž’s Iceland landscape photography showcases the country’s mysterious beauty and speaks to his immense technical talent. The colors that Kříž achieves in the photos are brilliant despite the little amount of light entering the caves. He illuminates the space with glints of electric hues that are made even brighter with deep pockets of darkness. It’s a dramatic combination that’s achieved without the use of post editing. “[The] beauty of photography,” he explains, “is in [the] opportunity to catch [the] proper moment, capture emotions and feels into one scene.”

When it comes to shooting his photos, Kriz makes traveling a priority. While he ventured to Iceland for this series of images, he has trekked to warmer climates like the Ecuadorian jungle, where he snapped pictures of native tribes living there.

Photographer Matěj Kříž ventured to ice caves in Iceland to capture these mystifying landscape photos.

The brilliant images look like abstract paintings.

Matěj Kříž: Website | Facebook

My Modern Met granted permission to use photos by Matěj Kříž.

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“As you read a book word by word and page by page, you participate in its creation, just as a cellist playing a Bach suite participates, note by note, in the creation, the coming-to-be, the existence, of the music. And, as you read and re-read, the book of course participates in the creation of you, your thoughts and feelings, the size and temper of your soul.”

- Ursula K. Le Guin
(via excessivebookshelf)

This image was posted at reddit with the label When Libraries Troll Their Patrons. We've all been there, trying to find a book when we recall neither the title nor the author. Commenters started telling tales about working in book stores or libraries, or getting embarrassed by being that patron with the wonky memory. Librarians and book store workers want to help, and they consider it a challenge to find that one book you can't identify, if they have the time. Then starstarstar42 told his story.

To all bookstore employees that take the time to help... thank you.

35 y.o. me walked into a bookstore after WEEKS searching on the web for the first book my now deceased mom let me pick out on my own. Thing is, 3 y.o. me was really mad at her for some reason that day and I did not want to pick out a stupid book! I cried all the way home because she made me do so.

That night she tucked me in (me, still very mad) and read me that book. I f-----g hated the story. I f-----g hated the mouse that starred in it. I f-----g hated the colors when she showed me the pictures. I f-----g hated that book, period. At the end, my mom kissed me and smiled as she smoothed back my hair. Looking back so many decades later I understand now that her love for me was dancing in her eyes as if to say, "be mad all you want, little man of mine. I can never stop loving you. You are my world".

30 years later and I was stoically mourning my mom's death when, for no reason I can explain, I remembered that book.

I wanted it. I wanted more than anything else in my life to find it. To see the mouse in it again, to hold the cover, to bring that small part, that tiny memory of her, back into my life.

Weeks on Google. All I could remember were hazy faded images of a mouse. I searched "mouse story" on Google. 2.8 million hits. It wasn't in the first 20 pages of 100 hits-per-page results. I kept trying till one night I furiously slammed my fist on my desk and gave up. I had nothing else to go on. I was unnaturally angry and upset at myself that evening; feeling I'd let her down again, as I'd done more than once when she was still around. I barely got any sleep that night.

A week later and I'm driving past a mom & pop bookstore/vinyl record shop. With little hope, I went in and bashfully asked the question that my mind knew was stupid, but had to be said.

"I'm looking for a book. It's about a mouse. I'm so sorry, that's all I remember. Can you help me?" I didn't even tell her why this meant so much to me.

The owner, a nice lady in her 50's, spent an hour helping me. She suddenly turned into a combination of "Monk" and "Sherlock". How old was I now, how old when I read it? Was the book wider than it was tall? What colors in it did I remember? Any other characters that I could remember? Most of the answers to her questions were "I can't remember".

One hour.

She found it. "Scuttle the Stowaway Mouse" by Jean Soule. It had been out of print for decades, but she found a pristine copy of it online, ordered it for me and it got to me 48 hours later. $32 she made on that sale. Not even enough to pay to keep the lights turned on in their shop for a day I bet.

Got home, opened the book, my hands softly running over the cover as if it was my mom's face. I was unashamedly weeping bittersweet tears by the first page. Each word was like a kiss on a mad little 3 y.o. boy's forehead.

I miss my mother with my whole heart.

Thank you, bookstore lady. Thank you beyond words.

Please pass the tissues. -via reddit

Photographer Gemmy Woud-Binnendijk infuses the luscious beauty of Old Masters paintings into her fine art photography. Their timeless works go beyond passing inspiration, however, and lovers of art history will find direct influences in her work. In one photo a young girl, her head covering, clothing, and accessories are styled exactly like the painting Girl with a Pearl Earring by Johannes Vermeer. Other images are less straightforward in their inspiration, but they capture the garments, poses, and softness associated with oil painting.

Photography represents a relatively new career path for Woud-Binnendijk. She studied goldsmithing and multimedia design in school, but in March of 2016, she began seriously taking pictures. It was this endeavor that allowed her to exercise her “great passion” for drawing and painting; she does this by focusing on the lighting of each work. Combining two art techniques, chiaroscuro and sfumato (both developed during the Renaissance), Woud-Binnendijk builds depth and form by laying color and tones. The result creates “imperceptible transitions” of children and young adults who look exactly like paintings of that time period. If you didn’t realize they were photographs, you’d think that these were Renaissance-era paintings you had never seen before.

Woud-Binnendijk does a lot of post-processing in Photoshop. For that, she is mostly self-taught and watches online lessons from photographers like Brooke Shaden, Thomas Dodd, and Paul Apal’kin to learn their techniques.

Using Old Master painting principles like chiaroscuro and sfumato, photographer Gemmy Woud-Binnendijk creates fine art photography.

If you didn't realize these were photographs, you might think they were oil paintings!

Gemmy Woud-Binnendijk: Website | Instagram

My Modern Met granted permission to use photos by Gemmy Woud-Binnendijk.

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Pirates are one of the original subcultures, and like the punks and goths who appropriated their style centuries later their lifestyle and fashion choices were considered questionable by polite society- especially considering male pirates wore earrings and married other men.

Pirates didn't just wear earrings to be fashionable- they wore them to protect their hearing while firing cannons and as a form of life insurance:

The crafty sea criminals would hang wads of wax from their earrings to prevent this sound damage. They popped the waxy contraptions into their ears like a makeshift earplug when firing cannons.

The infamous piercings that pirates wore in their ears were actually insurance to make sure that they'd be given a proper burial. Whether gold or silver, the precious metal could be melted down and sold to pay for a casket and other funeral necessities even if a pirate's dead body washed ashore.

Some pirates went so far as to engrave the name of their home port on the inside of the earrings so that their bodies could be sent home for a proper burial.

Pirates also practiced gay marriage as far back as the 1600s, which is quite the practical practice when you consider practically every pirate and sailor on the High Seas was male:

Pirates spent long periods of time on ships surrounded by other men so it’s no surprise that some shared intimate relationships. Other pirates formalized same-sex relationships through a practice called matelotage, a French word that may be at the root of the pirate greeting "Ahoy mate."

In pirate society, two men could join into matelotage and share all their plunder, even receiving death benefits if one died before the other. Pirate mates would live together, exchange gold rings, and sometimes even share female prostitutes.

Read 12 Bizarre Pirate Traditions Most People Don't Know About here

Today, many color-loving creatives aim to illustrate and identify tones found in the natural world. From landscape-based color palettes to real-world Pantone matches, these polychromatic pieces sort and specify the colors that surrounds us. While new technologies have made this task easier than ever, the practice has been popular for centuries, with Abraham Gottlob Werner's 19th-century book, Nomenclature of Colours, as an extraordinary example.

Nomenclature of Colours served as a must-have reference for artists, scientists, naturalists, and anthropologists alike. The exquisitely rendered guide showcases the earth's rich range of color by separating it into specific tones. Illustrated only by a small swatch, each handwritten entry is accompanied by a flowery name (like “Arterial Blood Red” and “Velvet Black”) as well as an identifying number. What the book is truly known for, however, is its poetic descriptions of where each tone can be found in nature.

Did you know, for example, that in addition to its namesake, “Apple Green” is evident on the “underside of [the] wings of [the] Green Broom moth”? And “Prussian Blue”—a pigment still popular in paint sets today—composes the “beauty spot on [the] wing of [the] mallard duck”? With these notes, naturalists and other curious observers of the past were able to study their surroundings like never before.

Werner's Nomenclature of Colours was created by German mineralogist Abraham Gottlob Werner, Scottish painter Patrick Syme, and Scottish naturalist Robert Jameson in 1814. While it has been used by people in an array of professions and fields, it has resonated most strongly as a scientific tool, with naturalist Charles Darwin as perhaps its most renowned reader.

While Werner's Nomenclature of Colours may seem like a relic of the past, Smithsonian Books has recently opted to re-publish the beloved work. So, if you'd like a polychromatic peek into history, be sure to pre-order your own pocket-sized copy from Amazon.

Werner's Nomenclature of Colours is a 19th-century color guide that describes where you can find certain tones in nature.

The natural specimens included in the color descriptions are animals, vegetables, and minerals.

Each hue is also illustrated by a small swatch and a poetic name.

You can pick up a pocket-sized copy of this beloved book on Amazon!

h/t: [Colossal, Co. Design]

All images via Smithsonian Books.

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“Thor is a Valkyrie fan, which I think is such a nice thing for this male character to have been a fan of these female warriors.” — Tessa Thompson

“Thor is in awe of the Valkyrie ever since he was a young boy, so he’s meeting his idol. He’s meeting his hero.” — Chris Hemsworth

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there’s something endlessly hilarious to me about the phrase “hotly debated” in an academic context. like i just picture a bunch of nerds at podiums & one’s like “of course there was a paleolithic bear cult in Northern Eurasia” and another one just looks him in the eye and says “i’l kill you in real life, kevin”

I heard a story once about two microbiologists at a conference who took it out into the parking lot to have a literal fistfight over taxonomy. 

have i told this story yet? idk but it’s good. The Orangutan Story:

my american lit professor went to this poe conference. like to be clear this is a man who has a doctorate in being a book nerd. he reads moby dick to his four-year-old son. and poe is one of the cornerstones of american literature, right, so this should be right up his alley?

wrong. apparently poe scholars are like, advanced. there is a branch of edgar allen poe scholarship that specifically looks for coded messages based on the number of words per line and letters per word poe uses. my professor, who has a phd in american literature, realizes he is totally out of his depth. but he already committed his day to this so he thinks fuck it! and goes to a panel on racism in poe’s works, because that’s relevant to his interests.

background info: edgar allen poe was a broke white alcoholic from virginia who wrote horror in the first half of the 19th century. rule 1 of Horror Academia is that horror reflects the cultural anxieties of its time (see: my other professor’s sermon abt how zombie stories are popular when people are scared of immigrants, or that purge movie that was literally abt the election). since poe’s shit is a product of 1800s white southern culture, you can safely assume it’s at least a little about race. but the racial subtext is very open to interpretation, and scholars believe all kinds of different things about what poe says about race (if he says anything), and the poe stans get extremely tense about it.

so my professor sits down to watch this panel and within like five minutes a bunch of crusty academics get super heated about poe’s theoretical racism. because it’s academia, though, this is limited to poorly concealed passive aggression and forceful tones of inside voice. one professor is like “this isn’t even about race!” and another professor is like “this proves he’s a racist!” people are interrupting each other. tensions are rising. a panelist starts saying that poe is like writing a critique of how racist society was, and the racist stuff is there to prove that racism is stupid, and that on a metaphorical level the racist philosophy always loses—

then my professor, perhaps in a bid to prove that he too is a smart literature person, loudly calls: “BUT WHAT ABOUT THE ORANGUTAN?”

some more background: in poe’s well-known short story “the murder in the rue morgue,” two single ladies—a lovely old woman and her lovely daughter who takes care of her, aka super vulnerable and respectable people—are violently killed. the murderer turns out to be not a person, but an orangutan brought back by a sailor who went to like burma or something. and it’s pretty goddamn racially coded, like they reeeeally focus on all this stuff about coarse hairs and big hands and superhuman strength and chattering that sounds like people talking but isn’t actually. if that’s intentional, then he’s literally written an analogy about how black people are a threat to vulnerable white women, which is classic white supremacist shit. BUT if he really only meant for it to be an orangutan, then it’s a whole other metaphor about how colonialism pillages other countries and brings their wealth back to europe and that’s REALLY gonna bite them in the ass one day. klansman or komrade? it all hangs on this.

so the place goes dead fucking silent as every giant ass poe stan in the room is immediately thrust into a series of war flashbacks: the orangutan argument, violently carried out over seminar tables, in literary journals, at graduate student house parties, the spittle flying, the wine and coffee spilled, the friendships torn—the red faces and bulging veins—curses thrown and teaching posts abandoned—panels just like this one fallen into chaos—distant sirens, skies falling, the dog-eared norton critical editions slicing through the air like sabres—the textual support! o, the quotes! they gaze at this madman in numb disbelief, but he could not have known. nay, he was a literary theorist, a 17th-century man, only a visitor to their haunted land. he had never heard the whistle of the mortars overhead. he had never felt the cold earth under his cheek as he prayed for god’s deliverance. and yet he would have broken their fragile peace and brought them all back into the trenches.

much later, when my professor told this story to a poe nerd friend, the guy said the orangutan thing was a one of the biggest landmines in their field. he said it was a reliable discussion ruiner that had started so many shouting matches that some conferences had an actual ban on bringing it up.

so my professor sits there for a second, still totally clueless. then out of the dead silence, the panel moderator stands up in his tweed jacket and yells, with the raw panic of a once-broken man:

WE! DO NOT! TALK ABOUT! THE ORANGUTAN!

@posturingsimpleton

OMG

Ok that one wins

We’re all about the intersection between entertainment fashion and real-world practicality when it comes to costumes for female characters, especially when we’re talking about armor and other battle attire. (Wonder Woman Amazons, anyone?)

Fantasy author Melissa Caruso posted a lengthy Twitter thread yesterday tackling the practical logistics of fighting in ball gowns. She used Disney Princesses to illustrate her points, but this is handy information for anyone who may happen to need to kick some ass whilst attending a formal event.

First of all, Caruso promises it is possible to swordfight in a gown. She says she’s “been fighting in dresses (with, admittedly, foam weapons, but range of movement issues should be pretty similar) for many many years.”

But not all ballgowns are created equal when it comes to fighting. Some are much more practical than others, but the details of what makes a good fighting outfit may be surprising.

First of all, let’s talk skirts! They aren’t necessarily as much of a problem as you’d think. (Witness all the cultures where robes or skirts or big swooshy pants are part of the standard warrior garb.)

Let’s look at a classic: Cinderella’s dress. pic.twitter.com/YjesRG8CtA

— Melissa Caruso (@melisscaru) January 31, 2018

Caruso says it’s not actually volume that’s a problem. A big fluffy skirt is actually good for defense, as “all those petticoats could block or tangle a light slash. And the underlayers that make the skirt poofy (crinoline, etc) are also holding it away from your legs.”

Rather, the problem with these gowns is their length.

Your chances of tripping on your skirt if you have to backpedal are high. It’s also easy to step on your skirt on a lunge, which is just…embarrassing. Does not end well.

I have done both of these things, and let me tell you, I did not look dashing or escape unscathed.

— Melissa Caruso (@melisscaru) January 31, 2018

However, an ankle length skirt actually is pretty good! You want a light, full, ankle length skirt with lots of room to move in, ideally. Rapunzel’s is very fightable. pic.twitter.com/zdw7vfVahJ

— Melissa Caruso (@melisscaru) January 31, 2018

Still, she says, the skirts aren’t the problem. The problem is those damn Disney sleeves.

Take a look at Aurora’s fabulous color-changing dress, which may be the very worst Disney Princess gown for fightability.

Seriously, that spindle is the least of your problems, girl. pic.twitter.com/qcqxZzttFX

— Melissa Caruso (@melisscaru) January 31, 2018

Off the shoulder + tight at the shoulder = good luck lifting your arms higher than drink-holding level.

— Melissa Caruso (@melisscaru) January 31, 2018

I never realized just how many Disney Princesses had off-the shoulder, arm-restricting sleeves. Aurora, Belle, Jasmine, and Ariel (in her human form; I don’t know about sword fighting underwater) would all have a hell of a time holding their own in a fight.

You don’t have the range of motion or flexibility you need to fight, and the off-the-shoulder thing is going to get in the way bigtime.

(This is why Jasmine’s outfit sucks to fight in even though she wears pants. Good luck moving your arms in those sleeves.) pic.twitter.com/NPU422G3Ws

— Melissa Caruso (@melisscaru) January 31, 2018

“You want sleeves that have range of motion in the shoulder,” she says. “Puffy or dangly sleeves are okay so long as they don’t dangle too much on your wrist or forearm, in which case circular motions can wrap them around your arm.” And a bit of spontaneous problem-solving is helpful.

The top reason I love Merida is because she runs into the sleeves-too-tight problem and SOLVES IT during that archery scene near the beginning with her awesome seam-ripping flex. This is spot-on. This is what your heroine should do if she has to fight in a dress like this. pic.twitter.com/jCglE25nYf

— Melissa Caruso (@melisscaru) January 31, 2018

Corsets aren’t the problem you’d think they’d be. Sure, you can’t bend over, but it’s not that different from a man’s breastplate. (Although she mentions in a separate thread that “corset fightability depends on the period &/or style of corset.”)

Purses and (unfortunately) cloaks are much bigger problems.

So! If you’re attending a ball and you suspect you may be a novel heroine, remember:

Full mobility sleeves without too much dangly stuff
No floor-length skirts (or train, ugh)
No cloak (doff it for effect!)
Poofy skirts fine (but not in heavy underbrush)
Corsets fine

— Melissa Caruso (@melisscaru) January 31, 2018

I have to say, I’m liking the odds of my Disney fave, Meg. Those are some sturdy shoulder straps. (Although I admit she may need to tear a slit or two in that skirt.)

Plus, she’s got her hair secured, which may or may not be an issue, depending on what kind of fighting we’re talking about.

Caveat: I only do swordfighting, not unarmed combat. I am pretty sure that having any kind of loose hair is a MUCH bigger problem if you’re in close-quarters combat. I wouldn’t want anything grabby hanging off me in that case. pic.twitter.com/ZlUecw8VJ0

— Melissa Caruso (@melisscaru) February 1, 2018

Look, I’m not sure exactly when I may need this information, but I’m still glad to have it.

Remember all this, and be ready to rip your seams if you have to, and you’ll be able to dance with the villain AND duel him later. pic.twitter.com/iiZvL5JK2n

— Melissa Caruso (@melisscaru) January 31, 2018

Check out Caruso’s entire thread here, or her entire timeline for what has evolved into bevy of sub-threads.

(via Twitter, image: Disney/Pixar)

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… I am not entirely sure what just happened. Exploding balls of men with shields catapulting from palm trees. A man just sliding around this invasion on his shield, then Captain America-ing like 10 dudes with it.

Bollywood effects departments are having way too much fun.

@awww-brain-no, please tell me you’ve seen this

Bahahahaha. I have not. May have to add it to the list though

@memecaptainsteverogers squad goals?

IF ONLY I COULD BE A SHIELD CATAPULT BOMB WITH ALL MY FRIENDS! Look at them go! 

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It’s universally agreed that the mimic, a monster that impersonates a treasure chest and eats you if to try to open it, is the sort of conceptually ridiculous threat that could only come from old-school Dungeons & Dragons, but I suspect that a lot of folks who got into the game post-2000 - or who’ve only heard about it second hand - don’t realise just how representative it really is of the kind of dungeon-dwelling bullshit we had to put up with back in the day.

I’ve got a copy of the Monstrous Manual for Advanced Dungeons & Dragons 2nd Edition (pub. 1993) in front of me, and in this book alone you’ll find:

• A shapeshifting subterranean predator that impersonates doorways
  
• A monster that looks like a cloak, and when you put it on it eats you
• A giant - as in 20 feet across - flying manta ray that looks like the ceiling*
  
• At least three unrelated beasties that impersonate decorative statues
• A flesh-eating ooze that looks like a rock formation
  
• A flesh-eating ooze that looks like a pool of water
  
• A flesh-eating ooze that looks like a brick wall (you may have noticed that flesh-eating oozes are something of a theme)
  
• An undead critter that also looks like a brick wall (the explanation for how it pulls this off is like half a page long)
  
• A tentacled whatsit that impersonates a pile of trash
• A snail-like critter that disguises itself as a stalactite, then falls on your head when you walk underneath it
• A monster that looks like a stalagmite (can’t have one without the other, right?) that grabs you with sticky tentacles when you walk past
  
• A monster that looks like a tree, and when you walk beneath its branches it sneakily places a noose-like vine around your neck and hangs you
  
• A flying mushroom that looks like a different monster, except when you attack it, it explodes and infects you with poisonous spores

* Interestingly, there are no less than three apparently totally unrelated species of giant flying mantra rays in this book, though only one of them impersonates architecture.

And that’s just in the core rules for that particular edition. Various supplements for this and previous editions have included carnivorous floors, undead clothing, malevolent furniture, and - I swear I’m not making this up - a beastie that looks like a tree stump with a rabbit standing on it, and attacks you if you try to catch the rabbit (which is actually an anglerfish-like lure).

Basically, there are two things you should take away from this:

1. The variant mimics you see on Tumblr are no more ridiculous than what you’ll find in the actual source material; and

2. In old-school Dungeons & Dragon, literally everything is trying to kill you.

Let’s not forget the Bag of Devouring, which is a beastie pretending to be the most useful/neccasarry item in the game (bag of holding) and doesn’t even reveal itself until after it has eaten all your stuff and part of your arm

Ah, yes - the Bag of Devouring. The perfect intersection between “disguised monsters that want to kill you in ways that make no sense” and “seemingly helpful magic items that want to kill you in ways that make no sense” - that latter could be a whole post on its own!

(I’m like 99% convinced that the entire SCP Foundation universe is just somebody’s “D&D Modern” AU.)

Okay, I’ve gotten multiple requests for the “seemingly helpful magic items that want to kill you in ways that make no sense” post, so here goes. Again, I am literally just reading out of the Advanced Dungeons & Dragons 2nd Edition Dungeon Master’s Guide - this isn’t like a “best of” compilation spanning the game’s entire product line or anything, it’s all right there in the core rules.

Notable entries include:

• A magic ring that causes the wearer to become deluded that the ring has some useful magical power. (Its only real power is to delude the wearer into thinking it has powers.)
• A magic ring that legitimately has some useful magical power, but also renders the wearer psychologically incapable of agreeing with any spoken statement.
• The aforementioned bag of devouring, which impersonates a bag of holding (i.e., a bag that’s larger on the inside than the outside), but is actually a feeding orifice of some nasty extradimensional critter.
• A different screw-you variation on the bag of holding that randomly transmutes precious metals placed inside into base metals, and destroys magic items.
• An enchanted bowl that every test indicates will summon friendly water elementals with a suitable ritual. When the ritual is actually performed, however, it shrinks the user to the size of an ant and drowns her. (Also, any deaths caused by this bowl explicitly resist all normal methods of resurrection, for no obvious reason other than fuck you.)
• An enchanted bell that seems to have the power to open locked doors, and actually does so the first few times it’s used. After several uses, however, it suddenly switches to causing everyone who hears it to become ravenously hungry, to the point that they’ll try to kill and eat each other if no other obvious food sources are available.
• A cloak that kills you when you put it on. That’s it. That’s all it does.
• A pair of glasses that turn you to stone when you put them on. Again, that’s their sole function.
• A pair of boots that perfectly duplicate the functions of some other, actually useful type of magic boots; as soon as the wearer enters combat, however, their useful property vanishes and they start dancing.
  
• A magic drum that permanently deafens the user and anyone else within seventy feet when struck.
• A broom that is “identical to a broom of flying to all tests”, except when you actually try to use it to fly, it comes to life and starts swatting you in the face instead. 
• A pair of gloves that seem to give you super-strength, but the first time you encounter a “life and death situation”, their effect switches to rendering you supernaturally clumsy instead. Once the curse activates they can’t be removed without magical aid.
• A hat that makes you stupid. 
• A harp whose music is so supernaturally bad that everyone within earshot is driven to attack the player in a mindless rage.
• A carpet that rolls you up inside it and suffocates you if you sit on it.
• A spear that functions normally at first, but has a small random chance to curl around and stab you in the back each time you use it.

That’s by no means exhaustive, but I’m going to have to stop there because there are just so darned many of the things.

Literally can’t stop laughing

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i love this rusty lil robot and his bucket of kittens

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Modern Mulan sketches by Elena

Street artist Alice Pasquini transports us into a transitional world with her new installation The Unchanging World. An almost 4-foot-tall dollhouse is the stage for her work, which has been brought down to a miniature scale in order to visually represent our transition from childhood to adulthood.

At first glance, the 1:10 scale model appears abandoned by time. Yet, a closer look reveals the careful intention with which Pasquini has dressed the dollhouse. Viewers are invited to peer through the broken and cracked windows into the cavernous rooms, seemingly left to decay over time. From the dripping colors of the exterior walls, which also contain miniature murals, to the vintage peeling wallpaper that lines each room, the detailed work makes us ponder just what happened to this surreal space—and who inhabited it.

The dollhouse is the centerpiece of the Italian artist's solo exhibition, also titled The Unchanging World, at Philobiblon Gallery in Rome. According to the gallery, “The work explores the thin line between objective and subjective realities—and the overlap between these dual realities where illusion, creativity, and gameplay meet.” As children, we often play with objects that then get left behind as we move toward adulthood, the fantasy only to remain abandoned in our minds. In the same way, the dollhouse is crystallized in time, cluttered with the memories of what was.

The theme of the installation takes inspiration from the mid-20th century British psychoanalyst Donald Winnicott, whose book Play and Reality, theorizes that play is essential to our well-being as children and adults. He also viewed toys as transitional objects that, for children, are both real and imaginary at the same time.

As an artist, the concept of creativity as adult play was interesting to Pasquini and sparked the idea of creating a miniature world all her own. “Artists create because they need to bring something out from themselves and a dialogue with the world, so they are playing a serious game,” Pasquini shares with My Modern Met. “Kids do the same, moving easily between realities that are real and fantasy. I was interested in that in-between space and its potential—this other dimension that isn't outside of us or inside of us. This is where real creativity lives.”

The Unchanging World opens January 19, 2018 at Philobiblon Gallery in Rome, Italy and runs until February 17, 2018.

As part of her new exhibition, street artist Alice Pasquini has created a 4-foot-tall abandoned dollhouse.

While the exterior shows traces of her signature street art, the interior is filled with the small details of a house once lived in.

The project was inspired by psychoanalyst Donald Winnicott's theories on play, creativity, and transitional spaces.

The piece took about 6 months to create, from the initial sketches to the time-consuming work of aging the dollhouse.

A post shared by Alice Pasquini (@alicepasquini) on Jan 15, 2018 at 9:06am PST

Watch this video to get a full tour of the abandoned dollhouse's interior.

Alice Pasquini: Website | Facebook | Instagram

All photos by Alessandro Sgarito. My Modern Met granted permission to use photos by Alice Pasquini.

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In early 2015, paper artist Cristian Marianciuc challenged himself to make an origami crane every day for a year. Using a paper bird as a blank canvas, Marianciuc would add various colors and embellishments as a way to express himself. “I describe my day through colors, shadows and everything that surrounds me,” he explains. 365 paper birds later, he loved the ancient art of paper folding so much that he decided to keep going.

Now, he’s amassed a colossal flock of over 1,000 origami creations, ranging from understated, minimalist beauties to avant-garde masterpieces. Marianciuc’s adornments include intricate paper-cut feathers, pressed flowers and leaves, stitching, beading, and some even have tiny paper architecture balanced on their wings.

Every origami crane is a translation of Marianciuc’s daily feelings, experiences, and memories. One particular flower-covered crane captures scenes from childhood. “It smells like the family picnics we used to go on almost yearly in May, in the mountains. The mint flowers infuse it and reminds me of a steaming cup of mint tea with lemon and honey in January,” Marianciuc writes. Referring to a plain white crane with intricately-cut wings the artist says, “Today, silence seems appropriate. For no particular reason other than the fact that the sky is grey and autumn is creeping up in my bones and heart – in the best way possible!”

You can find more of Marianciuc’s paper cranes on Instagram and shop his creations on Etsy.

Paper artist and origami enthusiast Cristian Marianciuc has made more than 1000 decorated paper cranes.

Each creation is a translation of Marianciuc’s daily feelings, experiences, and memories.

Adornments range from intricate paper-cut shapes…

…to flowers, leaves, and grass…

…and even miniature architectural structures.

Cristian Marianciuc: Etsy | Facebook | Instagram
h/t: [Colossal]

All images via Cristian Marianciuc.

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lettersiarrange:

I’m tired of house hunters. No more white people choosing between 3 equally nice houses in the suburbs. Instead, I want a show about average millenials trying to find apartments in major cities. Give me a 25 year old trying to find somewhere habitable in NYC for $1k a month. Give me a grad student looking for a flat in San Francisco on their shoestring budget. Give me a young adult who just got a starter job in Paris and now has to figure out how to move there. Will joe choose the place with a couch for a bed, or will he go for the closet-sized crawl space? Will Kat manage to find some place in the city, or will she end up with a 2 hour commute? Will Chris go for the barely renovated warehouse or will he start sleeping in the break room at work? Find out next week on I Don’t Want to Be Homeless

snarklyboojum:

gdfalksen:

I mean… where is the lie?

#eomer was right abt her  #that is the face of a man with regrets  (X)

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annleckie:

Screenshot of a tweet that reads, “In case of volcanic eruption, you will hear mermaids. Do not ignore the mermaids; they are there for your safety.”

Underneath it, a quoted tweet: “Perils of Google Translate no 44a. People seeking greater warning of volcanic eruptions want sirens, not mermaids.”

…no, i think i’ll listen to the mermaids. they know their shit.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each

In a fantasy-modern city, use mermaids as a warning system. Have tiny animate sets of bones that unlock doors. Christmas decorations now contain actual fairies who give off light.

For many in the Northern Hemisphere, enduring January’s bone-chilling weather is pretty miserable. However, one artist to embrace the current freezing temperatures is Michigan-based photographer Hope Carter, whose series of frozen bubble photos capture the amazing beauty of growing ice crystals that grow upon the iridescent, liquid orbs.

Made from both standard store-bought and self-made soap bubble mixture, the bubbles’ ice crystal patterns start forming immediately after they’re blown, typically taking just 30 seconds to entirely freeze over. The colder the weather, the faster the bubbles freeze, and Carter’s main challenge lies in quickly capturing the delicate bubbles before they burst. While most pop within seconds, surprisingly, some sit frozen for minutes at a time—“I think the longest I've ever had a bubble remain intact was about seven minutes,” she recalls.

For Carter, patience is key when capturing her fragile, snow globe-like forms. “I wish I knew how many I have blown, 10’s of 1,000’s by now as most pop by the time I am able to focus the camera,” she tells My Modern Met via email. However, the excitement in capturing nature’s beauty during the brief moment in time brings her complete satisfaction. She says, “When I am able to successfully capture the photo of nature’s beauty, it brings nothing but pure joy!”

The photographer now has a collection of 80 frozen soap bubble photos, of which no two are the same, making each one a unique work of art. Carter loves to share her images, as she believes they bring “a bit of magical wonder to a world.”

Photographer Hope Carter embraces the freezing winter weather to capture frozen bubbles and their amazing ice crystal formations.

While most bubbles pop within seconds, surprisingly, some sit frozen for minutes at a time.

She now has a collection of 80 frozen bubble photos, of which no two are the same.

Hope Carter: Website | Facebook | Behance

My Modern Met granted permission to use photos by Hope Carter.

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snailfeathers:

This is my favourite one of these I’ve done! Gift for a friend, a tyrannotaur made from plastic toys. Experimenting with using a mixture of cornstarch and PVA glue to fill in the gaps. 

I am the friend and I stubbornly call it a centaursaurus because death of the author and she lives at my house

so anyway I just turned around to admire my centaursaurus and… something seems different

There are two sides to every coin and sometimes you can’t show the internet both sides bc you need to wait until the friend you gave the first side to has it in their house and then swap the second side with it and see how long it takes them to notice (several days) but here’s the tyrannotaur and the dinosorse together pals for life

@barbaricyip

Why must we play gods

Then I would have liked that movie so so much less.

I spent the first half groaning into @improbabledragon’s shoulder going “noooooo, I don’t want them to redeem Kyle, noooo, stop it, I hate it.” And then I spent the Kylo/Rey vs. the red-robe-whatevers fight scene going “noooo, ugh, this is such an enjoyable and well-choreographed fight sequence, I like it but what a terrible plotline for it to be in service to.” But THEN Kyle Ben was like “hey wanna subjugate a universe of sentients with me? it’ll be romantic. did you know i’ve had every chance to be a hero and not a bag of scum, but i decided bag of scum was more Me” and I narrowly prevented myself from rising to my feet on the sticky movie theater floor and yodeling with joy.

I care about Kylo as a villain now. I’m so excited. I love good villains. I love that he has a real a genuine connection with Rey now, that there is temptation and angst and empathy, and he better die screaming in the next film. I’m ready.

Bong Joon Ho’s 2013 film Snowpiercer, based on the French graphic novel Le Transperceneige by Jacques Lob, is one of the best, if most depressing, examinations of class warfare in film. It seems almost too appropriate that, this year of all years, TNT has just put in a series order for a TV show based on the film.

After having ordered the pilot back in 2016, TNT was apparently happy enough with it to order a full season of the show. As reported by SyFy Wire, the show will, like the film, follow the survivors of a global apocalypse that has frozen the world “who inhabit a gigantic, perpetually-moving train that circles the globe. As it does, issues of class warfare, social injustice and the politics of survival are raised.”

Hamilton‘s Daveed Diggs will be playing the Chris Evans-type, a passenger in the back of the train who gets caught up in a brewing class revolution. Jennifer Connelly (Labyrinth, A Beautiful Mind) will play the train’s Voice, serving the same role as Tilda Swinton’s Minister Mason in the film, making pronouncements over the PA system.

In a statement, Sarah Aubrey, TNT’s Executive VP of Original Programming said, “Science fiction is the perfect genre to examine issues of race, class, gender, and natural resources with thought-provoking and exciting storytelling. Snowpiercer will explore those relevant issues while embarking on a wild, action-filled ride.”

SyFyWire says that the show is “taking the universe” from the film, so it seems that, while the general premise and conflicts are the same, these will not be the same characters we came to know in the film. That’s just as well, as we’ve already seen the film, and don’t need a rehash of those people. The issues and themes brought up in the film, however, are sadly all too relevant.

The pilot was directed by Scott Derrickson (Doctor Strange) and written by Josh Friedman (War of the Worlds, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles). The extended cast features Mickey Sumner (Frances Ha), Annalise Basso, Sam Otto, Susan Park, Benjamin Haigh, Sasha Frolova, Sheila Vand, Katie McGuinness, Alison Wright (The Americans), Roberto Urbina and Lena Hall. Joon Ho will also be a producer on the show. As of right now, no premiere date has been set.

Will you be watching the Snowpiercer TV series when it premieres?

(images: Shutterstock, edited by Teresa Jusino)
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ratak-monodosico:

Poppies taking over a field in Poland

earlgraytay:

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earlgraytay:

another thing you need to keep in mind with ‘status’ talk is cui bono

if a woman, to take a very pointed example, technically ‘benefits’ from not being drafted into a war, but is not being drafted because she’s ‘supposed’ to stay home and make babies and does not have the chance to enlist even if she wanted to… she’s not really the one benefiting.  she’s just getting screwed over in a different way.

Is an expectation to “stay home and make babies” actually getting screwed over? (In and of itself, and in general; obviously, there are some particular women for whom it is.) I’m dubious, but not convinced the other way either. The fact of your making this post suggests pretty strongly that you think the answer is “yes.”

Well, even if so, is it getting screwed over at a level comparable to getting drafted? (Taking into account, of course, that one who hastens to volunteer is not going to still be a civilian when conscription starts.) Here, I’d hope that the answer of “no” would be relatively uncontroversial.

If not, what percentage of the male population has to be drafted to make the expectations equal, or at least comparable?

I was raised in a church so cartoonishly patriarchial it makes radfem nightmares sound tame, and I’ve got a draft card sitting in my wallet right now.  And the expectation to be a mother/housewife was much, much worse.  

First: the expectations are, when you look at it, not as dissimilar as you might think. An unwilling mother and a drafted soldier are both expected to spend a large portion of the ‘best’ years of their lives protecting other people, with no real regard for their own desires. They are fed a romanticised, bullshit view of what their new role looks like. But it’s a decision the rest of the wold makes without any regard to what they want- if you’re in a place where you can’t use birth control or get an abortion, the decision to get pregnant is literally as random as a lottery pull.  

Soldiers are more likely to die… but pregnancy and its complications can kill you in all kinds of fun, horrible ways. The death rate for drafted soldiers in Vietnam was about .002%. The current maternal mortality rate is about .0001%, with the full benefit of modern technology. Without that technology, depending on the country, it’s more like 3-9%.   

A good chunk of Vietnam veterans never saw combat at all- somewhere from 50-75%, depending on the source; only 5-10% of soldiers, drafted or otherwise, were ever intended to be in combat at any time. ‘An army marches on its stomach’, and a good chunk of the work in any army is keeping its stomach full. Boredom, loneliness, discouragement, and isolation were bigger problems for most Vietnam vets than being shot at. And interestingly enough, these are the same kinds of complaints young mothers have, especially if they’re also housewives. 

Am I saying that being a mother, willingly or otherwise, is equal to being a combat soldier in a war zone? Hell no. But being the mother of a toddler is probably equal, in both physical and emotional intensity, to peeling potatoes and fixing the wi-fi in an army base somewhere, which is what most drafted soldiers would be doing. 

But there are a couple things that make being shoved into motherhood, IMO, worse than being shoved into the army.

Difference #1: duration. Most soldiers in Vietnam did 1-4 tours of duty, and each tour was a year long. Most mothers have active care of their child for at least 18 years; if you have more than one child, it can be much longer. My mom’s family has nine kids; mom’s youngest sister was ten when I was born. And even after your kid grows up, you’re still expected to play a major role in their life.

Motherhood really is a lifetime commitment. And if it’s one you did not sign up for, do not want, and can’t egally escape… Do you really think that that’s a negligible problem? Do you think a commitment for one year, even if it’s one that carries an increased risk of dying, is worse than a commitment for the rest of your life?

Difference #2: societal expectation. 
I don’t think anyone expects you to be happy about being drafted unless your father is a drill sergeant from an 80s Teen Movie. But imagine they did. Imagine getting drafted is supposed to be the happiest day of your life - if you’re foolish or scared enough not to enlist- and getting a deferment due to poor health is a tragedy.

Imagine that you do have a medical condition that keeps you from being in the army, whether or not it was something you wanted. Imagine your family trying to hide their disappointment from you. Imagine random strangers treating you like you’re evidence of society degrading, because you’re not playing Your Role As A Man- or worse, giving you unwanted advice about dodgy ‘natural’ cures that will totally let you go out to the front. Because that’s definitely what you want, right? 

Imagine that you make it through school and start looking for jobs, and no one will give you one because you’re a young man of military age. After all, you could go off to war at any time, right? Why would they want to invest in someone so unreliable? Imagine that this is illegal, and yet they keep doing it, because it makes financial sense. 

Imagine that once you do get a job, you’re overqualified, underpaid, and overworked. Imagine that your coworkers take a huge interest in your personal life and keep asking you why you’re not in the army, are you in the Reserves, my cousin is in Reserves and he says- and so on, and no matter how much you try to shut them down, they keep at it. 

Imagine having to do the complicated signaling dance of making sure people know you’re not some kind of filthy awful pacifist, but you’re not going to run off and leave your employer high and dry.  Imagine being passed up for promotions in favour of women and older men, because your bosses still think you might go off to war any day now.

Imagine that even as you get older, and you pass out of the ‘military age’ bracket, people start trying to console you for not having served, trying to think up ways you could still take on the ~role of a soldier~, or start trying to pigeonhole you into some political box or another based on your lack of service. 

Imagine how all of that feels. Even if you were pro-draft, it’d make you a fucking pacifist, wouldn’t it? 

Well, that’s the way that our society treats women who can’t be mothers. 

Difference #3, tying into #2: scale.  

Here’s the thing: if you insist that there is one correct role for a specific group of people, that that one correct role is the only thing that will make those people happy, and that if they stray from that role they are either broken and sad or broken and dangerous… a lot of people are going to fall through the gaps. This is true no matter what that group is and no matter what that role is-  and the bigger the group and the more confining the role, the worse it’ll be.

If you insist that anyone with a vagina should be A Wife And Mother, regardless of how fit they are for it, how much they want to do it, or how happy they’d be… even if most people-with-vaginas are happy to be homemaking mothers, they’re still 51% of the human race.  A tiny minority of half the human race is still a huge number of people. 

There are about 323,000,000 people in the USA as of 2016. About half of those people are women, and about half of those women are of childbearing age- between age 15 and age 40. About 8 million women total are the right age to bear children. About 10% of women are infertile; so in total, about 7.9 million women in the USA can get pregnant/have kids. If even just 1% of those women don’t want to have kids, that’s still 79,000 people in the USA who are being forced into a life they don’t want- roughly the population of Santa Fe.  And, while research on this is shaky, it seems like the actual number is more like 20%.

That means there are 1.5 million women who do not want children; a little more than the population of New Orleans. And a sizeable proportion of those women are being pushed, none too gently, towards motherhood anyway, whether by restrictions on abortion, lack of proper sex ed, lack of proper parenting ed, or just plain old social pressure.

As of my research, the various Army branches take men between the ages of 18 and 34. There are about 4.3 million men in the USA in that age range. About 20% of those men have one or another disability that would keep them from serving- so about 4.2 million men could serve in the army to begin with. 

AFAIK during the Vietnam war,  somewhere from 7-9% of eligible men were drafted. That means, if the US reinstituted the draft today, about 400,000 men total would be in danger of getting drafted. 

In terms of sheer scale, “women being pushed towards motherhood that they don’t want” is a bigger problem than “men being forced into army service they don’t want”, even if the draft was active right now. And… well, it isn’t. The draft is so politically toxic that it’d be difficult to get people to consider reinstituting it. As of today, I’m in no danger of having to go to the draft office, and neither are you.  

 I get it. It’s creepy and dehumanising to have to carry a card around that basically says “I am government property”. I think the draft is morally wrong. I’m a pacifist; I do not think the US should be fighting half the wars it’s trying to fight to begin with. If I wasn’t disabled, I’d be a conscientious objector. I’m annoyed and occasionally saddened that a good chunk of the Left seems to care more about who’s directing what blockbuster or who’s speaking on what campus than about what fucked-up shit the government is doing, and the forever war/symbolic draft/military surveillance are all part of that. 

I don’t think any percentage of men (or women) should be drafted at all. But I think ‘women being pushed into motherhood they do not want and are not ready for’ is a great big awful screw-over of equal proportion to the draft. The only thing that differs it is that as of right now there are no legal consequences for not being a mother, but hoo boy, do certain conservative lawmakers want to change that. 

TLDR: you have no idea what the social pressure to be a mother looks like from the inside; in socially conservative areas, it is every bit as bad as the draft and it affects way more people. 

arrghigiveup:

iamalwayswriting:

suburbanmomromanceclub:

File this under “super obvious yet I always seem to forget it.”

I don’t write romance (I totally respect people who do, though!) but this is also great writing advice in general! What is preventing the protagonist from achieving their goal?

Why can’t these two people be together now?

Why can’t the mystery be solved now?

Why can’t they overthrow the evil overlord now?

If you don’t have a solid answer for these questions, that’s a good indicator that the plot could use some more work.

or that the plot has run its course and you might be trying to stretch things out too long

thislizard:

clearancecreedwatersurvival:

After seeing the Howl’s Moving Castle musical I am a changed person and I never want to see fanart of Sophie Hatter as thin and white ever again. 

If you weren’t aware that there was a Howl’s Musical, here ya go. Go throw money at this production company and hope they release an album or a recording because the show was honestly fucking perfect. We were in the front row and all five of us flailed so hard that the cast thanked us specifically “for our enthusiasm and energy” after the show. 

This Sophie, played by Seattle actress Sara Porkalob, is your new god. 

She has micro-expressions down to an absolute art and the best comedic timing I’ve ever personally witnessed. She exists and was the perfect Sophie and now you know. You’re welcome.

Sidenote but the night we saw it Howl was wearing a NEON PINK WIG and SPRAY PAINTED SILVER JEANS for almost the entire show and NO ONE will ever be a better Howl tbh.

And Lettie and Martha were also great! The entire cast was great! Their physicality on stage was unbelievable!! The writing was superb!!! I can never see another musical as long as I live because of how perfect this one was!!!!!

You’re welcome. 

THERE ARE PICTURES

I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT ALL OF THIS

I LOVE EVERYONE INVOLVED WITH THIS BEAUTIFUL EVENT

I want this badly

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Ziad Nakad Fall/Winter 2017-2018 Haute Couture Collection: “The Snow Crystal Forest” (1/2)

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Renaissance Han Solo

CENTENNIAL ALBATROSS

@magelet-301 this is precisely your jam, i believe