Certain sources place Sephiroth at 185cm (6’1”). And with headcanon Hojo at 172cm (5’7”), this is the kind of hilarious height difference that results.
I find it so sad that you can count the number of canon interactions these two have on one hand, despite their being so important to each other’s lives.
(Don’t mind me - it’s Father’s Day in Australia, and my misplaced paternal sentiments are potent as per usual.)
Kagari, after being emotionally Lethal Eliminator’d by Akane a few moments before, seemed to have recovered a bit and wondered if he would be able to snag himself a beauty somehow…Kagari: Is there a beautiful lady somewhere that would show some care for me?
Kougami: Gino knows a place.
Kagari: Hah!? But Gino-san mentioned before that he has no interest in those things!
Kougami: Surprisingly, that’s not the case.
Masaoka: He goes there quite diligently.
Kagari: Wha-! Pops, even you are hiding something from me!
Kougami: Tell Gino to “take you to the usual meeting” on your day off.
Kagari: You aren’t going, Kou-chan?
Kougami: Honestly, I find it annoying when they keep on hanging around and following me all over the place. Above all, I really hate being pushed down in front of other people.
Kagari: Where is that paradise you speak of?!!
Kougami: I hate being flocked. I never want to experience that again.
Akane: Was the girl not your type, probably?
Shion: You like to be the one pushing down, not the other way around, isn’t it?
Akane: I misjudged you!
Cue Gino arriving at the Division 1 office…
I happened across an upload of Moon Saga, a show Yuuga was in with Gackt. Here is the link if you’s like to watch. No subtitles.
YOU KNOW WHAT TIME OF YEAR IT IS AGAIN MOTHER FUCKERS
What the actual fuck hahahaha
The harmonies on this are actually really tight and it’s a well made funny song. I showed this to a friend the other day, actually.
steve rogers loves you either way
Genre Of The Dead: When Zombies Infected Popular Culture (click for full version)
Another infographic I created for HalloweenCostumes.com. This one was co-written by Thomas Lokhorst, with handwritten lettering by Jason Knudson.
I hope the Old Gods are pleased.
Perhaps the grandest asylum ever built in America, Buffalo State Hospital contained many wonderful scenes. Few are as recognizable as this patient bed, left on an open ward that was badly fire-damaged right before abandonment and thus simply vacated rather than being cleaned up. The sprinkler system kicked on, causing the soot from the burning doorframe (set alight by a patient) to run down the walls in intriguing patterns. I’m currently writing a book (with well over a hundred color photographs) on this asylum; if you can’t wait for late 2014, you can get a taste in an old photoessay I wrote back in 2008.
UILL BE TAKIGNB MY LEAVE NOW
Displayed in the Saint-Étienne church in France is the figure of René de Chalon, Prince of Orange. The prince died at the young age of 25 during the siege of Saint-Dizier in 1544.
Rather then memorialize him in the standard hero form, his wife requested (or René himself requested, or possibly both) that he be shown as “not a standard figure but a life-size skeleton with strips of dried skin flapping over a hollow carcass, whose right hand clutches at the empty rib cage while the left hand holds high his heart in a grand gesture.” (Source)
Selfie pose? Selfie pose.