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Многие люди любят вспоминать старые добрые клипы из прошлого, решил сделать подборку лучшего, что мы слушали и смотрели в детстве(а кто и не только в детстве)MC Hammer - U Can't Touch This
Culture Club - Karma Chameleon
Spice Girls - Wannabe
THE SCATMAN - Scatman John HD1080p
Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit
Survivor - Eye Of The Tiger
Snap! - Rhythm is a dancer
Bobby McFerrin - Don't Worry Be Happy
Dr. Alban - It's my life
La Bouche- Be My Lover
Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams
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Warhammer 40000 фэндомы eldrad ulthran Farseers Craftworld Eldar Aeldari без перевода
She had fought alongside Eldrad in battles and debated his cause in counselling Chambers across the galaxy, but never before had she been welcomed into his sanctum. The Opener of the Seventh Way hated the feeling that she was privileged in some way, that this act was a recognition of her status and importance. Even so, she could not help but feel she had been allowed to look upon something few others could, so she took the opportunity to examine her surroundings in some detail, memorising every piece of furniture and ornament, every artwork, in the hopes of deciphering meaning from them later.
The farseer’s tastes were eclectic – if one was too polite to say random, gauche and prolific. At least, such was Yvraine’s initial thought as she sat on a long couch, the trail of her immaculately tailored Commorraghan court dress heaped around her. She was reminded of the throne rooms of archons that had tried to woo her – romantically and politically – laden with trophies of conquests and subjugations, declarations of power and prestige.
Except that Eldrad barely glanced at them. And his displays, such as they were, had been confined to a set of three chambers that would barely qualify as an archon’s cloakroom. In fact, it was the lack of space, except for the high-vaulted ceilings customary in aeldari architecture, that reinforced the meandering, unkempt nature of the collection.
‘It is just…’ began Eldrad, sensing Yvraine’s thoughts as her eyes roamed the room. He searched for a suitable aeldari word and found nothing that quite fitted and so settled for one of the few perfect human words instead. ‘Stuff.’
Yvraine realised immediately what he meant. These were not heirlooms or trophies, treasured possessions or valued research materials. They were cultural accretions. The accumulation of a life that had spanned five generations of his people. They had been placed with no consideration at all, simply fitted into whatever space had seemed right at the time, and never given a second thought.
He had not even spared them the mental effort of how to discard them.
She stood and gracefully paced to the adjoining chamber for a better view, her long gown sweeping across the red floor tiles. Alorynis looked up from his position on the back of a couch, one eye open, and then settled again, uninterested in her exploration.
The room beyond the archway was almost full with miscellany from a hundred different cultures across a dozen races. Most of it was piled like the spoil heap of a museum, the effluvia of fashions, trends, fads and philosophies as old as Ulthwé itself.
‘Why?’ She did not turn as she asked the question. ‘What is the point of having so much…stuff?’
‘Badges of allegiance. Patronage of artists. Objects of psychic significance I used to trace the fates. Bequeathed artefacts. Ambassadorial bribes. Grave goods. The gifts of suitors. Items absent-mindedly left by visitors. Borrowed objects, equally forgotten.’ The farseer shrugged, his heavy robes barely moving with the gesture. Yvraine caught a tiny flutter of pain, of ancient aching in the body and soul, attuned to his mood and thoughts through their mutual contact with Ynnead. ‘I have another tower, a dozen rooms filled with such detritus of my long life.’
‘I forget how old you are,’ said Yvraine. She sat down again, flicking open her fan in the manner of a kabalite courtier. She regarded the seer over the serrated edge, her smirk hidden. ‘How very old you are.’
‘Old enough to know better than trade quips with the likes of you,’ replied Eldrad, humour in his voice.
[Excerpt | Rise of the Ynnari:Ghost Warrior]
a_shipwright artist art fantasy art длиннопост Traditional art
фэндомы Zootopia characters Nick Wilde Judy Hopps Zootopia Story Neytirix artist Zootopia comics длинный комикс длиннопост Zootopia
Zootopia Story
На реакторе уже есть разрозненные фреймы этого комикса и не все. Поэтому собрал все в один пост.
She couldn't believe he was alive...after all this time
"Nick..what have they done?"
Judy was exhilerated to see Nick well enough to get back into the field
Maybe that was why she never noticed...
We'll catch them...I promise.
It was suppose to be just another normal day...
how could this happen?
How?
Flesh torn
body changed
Reborn or Rearranged?
"Nick they're dead"
"Please stop"
"Nick"
"I'm sorry"
"The buzzing wont stop...where are you little bee?
Come to me, come to me
little honey bee~"
"JUDY!!Judy listen!! I'll be alright!!
Don't worry about me!! Please!!
Judy!"
Wait for me.
No. You can't do this.
Stay away. Please.
But Sir..why? Why would you do this?
Why would you risk it?"
"Hmph...even I can see this is wrong.
He doesn't deserve what's coming.
Even though it was for only a short while, Nick was still a cop... and a good one at that."
"Sir.."
"This is all I can do for you.
You only have one chance at this.
Don't stuff it up."
"I won't. I had the best teacher."
"What's this? Little bunny stumbled into the lions den?"
"Cept we aren't as accommodating as them lions."
Transfer Day.
It's here.
It's time.
You've come, haven't you?
You're here.
What are you waiting for?
Hurry up and get out here
You dumb fox!
I only let you think that
It's time to stop playing nice
If you know what's good for you...
you WILL stay down.
He was always alive. He knew that.
But now, he felt it too.
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