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There is a story behind these mugs

three-little-hellsings:

There is a story behind these mugs

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The Red Cloak’s guide for the musical Journeyer

journeystories:

I’m sure we all love Austin Wintory’s astonishingly beautiful score for “Journey” - who couldn’t! It’s absolutely mesmerizing. Playing it yourself may be a bit difficult though if you’re not doing things by ear, as there aren’t any easily obtainable official sheets for it around.

However, there is some work done by fans. It’s not much, but here are some links that may be useful to all the musical Journeyers out there!

"NASCENCE"

By Kevin Nierychlo:

Piano Sheet Music: http://bit.ly/11SsBHf
Youtube Performance: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Irz_5IGoMwM

By http://aleadsheetaday.tumblr.com:

C version: http://bit.ly/170Apuk, http://bit.ly/170Apuk
Bb version: http://bit.ly/10UYyjd, http://bit.ly/XeObYq
Eb version: http://bit.ly/13ARADG, http://bit.ly/13ARGeL

 

"APOTHEOSIS"

By ThePandaTooth:

Sheet Music: http://bit.ly/15cDTrI
Midi file: http://bit.ly/Wc5AAv
Youtube Performance: http://youtu.be/zIM14-7a4co?t=6m3s

"I WAS BORN FOR THIS"

By ThePandaTooth:

Sheet Music: http://bit.ly/YGv3Rq
Midi File: http://bit.ly/YGv7k9
Youtube Performance: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZInLBS6qOU

I hope that helps! Please share! :)

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BILL ISNT EVEN LIKE MY FAV CHARACTER BUT I LOVE DRAWING HIM????

BILL ISNT EVEN LIKE MY FAV CHARACTER BUT I LOVE DRAWING HIM????

haleteca said: Are you seriously going to make that bill cipher quote a poster? I will buy a copy from you. Not kidding.

no no don’t buy posters, buy gold, byyyeeeeee

no but oh man, absolutely!  (i was considering doing that anyway sort of but was on the fence about it and then it turns out that hey maybe somebody would want one so YEAH HELL YEAH)  i have literally zero experience in selling stuff online but dammit i will LEARN

wip because i really want this quote up on my wall

wip because i really want this quote up on my wall

jtotheizzoe:

From The Old Astronomer (To His Pupil) by Sarah Williams
The full poem:
Reach me down my Tycho Brahé, — I would know him when we meet,When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of howWe are working to completion, working on from then to now.Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,And remember men will scorn it, ‘tis original and true,And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,What for us are all distractions of men’s fellowship and wiles;What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate.Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.You “have none but me,” you murmur, and I “leave you quite alone”?Well then, kiss me, — since my mother left her blessing on my brow,There has been a something wanting in my nature until now;I can dimly comprehend it, — that I might have been more kind,Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.I “have never failed in kindness”? No, we lived too high for strife,—Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life;But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you stillTo the service of our science: you will further it? you will!There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;And remember, “Patience, Patience,” is the watchword of a sage,Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.I have sown, like Tycho Brahé, that a greater man may reap;But if none should do my reaping, ‘twill disturb me in my sleepSo be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,—God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.

jtotheizzoe:

From The Old Astronomer (To His Pupil) by Sarah Williams

The full poem:

Reach me down my Tycho Brahé, — I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then to now.

Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
And remember men will scorn it, ‘tis original and true,
And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.

But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,
What for us are all distractions of men’s fellowship and wiles;
What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.

You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate.
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;
You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.
I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.
You “have none but me,” you murmur, and I “leave you quite alone”?

Well then, kiss me, — since my mother left her blessing on my brow,
There has been a something wanting in my nature until now;
I can dimly comprehend it, — that I might have been more kind,
Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.

I “have never failed in kindness”? No, we lived too high for strife,—
Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life;
But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still
To the service of our science: you will further it? you will!

There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,
To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;
And remember, “Patience, Patience,” is the watchword of a sage,
Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.

I have sown, like Tycho Brahé, that a greater man may reap;
But if none should do my reaping, ‘twill disturb me in my sleep
So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;
See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.

I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;
Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:
It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,—
God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.

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feros bonehammer is named tomb skullmulcher and thats pretty cool

feros bonehammer is named tomb skullmulcher and thats pretty cool

card-carrying professional

card-carrying professional