bhunivelzes:

… Okay, Bioshock 2 technically but. 

Deco Devolution: The Art of BioShock 2 - The Citizens of Rapture

The citizens of Rapture make BioShock what it is: They are not nameless, faceless enemies but people that once had dreams that went horribly awry.

Once again, much love for the art direction of the game but even more love for the sheer amount of thought they put into the Splicers. The fact that they thought of Rapture and its inhabitants before the games, and put that thought into the designs is incredibly cool to me. 

Not just the visual designs either; listening to the Splicers audio files tells a lot about how they were before splicing and, while they are incredibly exaggerated, they’re also not just bland archetypal ‘characters’. They took the archetype and just twisted it into little knots. And from that, made legitimately disturbing ‘enemies’.

Please do not reblog my personal posts. It’s very upsetting. My blog is a place to vent about how I feel. I understand that it might be relate-able, but if it’s under the cut, I really didn’t want it to be noticed.

Thank you.

raspbeary:

been working on this piece the whole day and i love the way its coming out

lesbolution:

there are grown ass men out there who can’t say “vagina” without lowering their voice but will call you a c*nt or a pussy with no hesitation

sniperj0e:

pros of werewolf boyfriend:

  • happy with any present as long as its chewable
  • very very excited to see you after any period of time apart
  • will lie in your bed and keep you warm whenever you take a nap
  • growls at jerks, may eat them

cons of werewolf boyfriend:

  • absolutely nothing
The day exhausts me, irritates me. It is brutal, noisy. I struggle to get out of bed, I dress wearily and, against my inclination, I go out. I find each step, each movement, each gesture, each word, each thought as tiring as if I were lifting a crushing weight.
Guy de Maupassant, Paris Tales (via emotional-intellectual)

brownhillsbob:

July 11th - My return via Walsall for some shopping took me up through Yewtree, Delves, Highgate and over Church Hill. Rounding the corner on the cycleway, at the foot of the old, disused steps down to The Ditch (that’s the name of a place, honest), a fantastic display of flowers.

What a splendid ride for a Friday at the end of a very, very hard week.

lovers-suicide:

John Henry Twachtman and Flowers,

• (Upper left) Wildflowers, 1890 - 1895.

• (Upper right) Meadow Flowers {Golden Rod and Wild Aster}, 1892.

• (Lower left) Flower Garden, 1890 - 1895.

• (Lower right) Hollyhocks, 1892.