26, female, Russian. Quiet Resident Evil fan, amateur photographer and part-time snakecharmer. This is my photo tag. Welcome.

 

Everybody is so excited about Claire’s possible appearance in RE Revelations 2. Tumblr will collapse with angry posts, if it isn’t confirmed. 

Snakecharmers, check this out:

Insert the ring gasket (2) of the pump (1) into the valve installation place (6) and pump the air out of the container moving the pump (1) handle vigorously up and down (as a rule, 20-30 pumps are enough).

And try to imagine my expression while translating this.

Yo, snakecharmers? I need hugs. Please?

skartoargento said: Tinychat’s messing up for me and won’t load, but I’ll keep trying, if you’re still on.

Same for me. We’ll talk tomorrow then, okay?

Good evening, your woe is here for I am Garrett
You think I’ll rob you and you’re right,
These lovely jewels you’d better hide.
I see the greed that’s in your eyes,
Inside your safe I’ll find my prize.
For I have come to steal your wealth,
I am Garrett, man of stealth.

What Should You Know About Your Characters?

fictionwritingtips:

What should you know about your characters before you begin? How well should you know their backstory? What should you plan out? It really depends on what kind of writer you are, but many people need to have a lot of details planned out before they begin. If you want to have complete control…

sophelstien:

"i wanna read this very specific fanfiction but i really, really don’t want to write it" - a story about me

nooruk:

… I think… he has really thin waist…

I love the sight of half-naked men in the morning.

nooruk:

… I think… he has really thin waist…

I love the sight of half-naked men in the morning.

lordofvermin:

The sea is full of saints. You know that? You know that: you’re a big boy. The sea’s full of saints and it’s been full of saints for years. Since longer than anything. Saints were there before there were even gods. They were waiting for them, and they’re still there now.Saints eat fish and shellfish. Some of them catch jellyfish and some of them eat rubbish. Some saints eat anything they can find. They hide under rocks; they turn themselves inside out: they spit up spirals. There’s nothing saints don’t do. Make this shape with your hands. Like that. Move your fingers. There, you made a saint. Look out, here come another one! Now they’re fighting! Yours won.There aren’t any big corkscrew saints anymore, but there are still ones like sacks and ones like coils, and ones like robes with flapping sleeves. What’s your favourite saint? I’ll tell you mine. But wait a minute, first, do you know what it is makes them all saints? They’re all a holy family, they’re all cousins. Of each other, and of … you know what else they’re cousins of?That’s right. Of gods.Alright now. Who was it made you? You know what to say.
(From Kraken by China Mieville, maybe my favourite book of all time)

lordofvermin:

The sea is full of saints. You know that? You know that: you’re a big boy. 

The sea’s full of saints and it’s been full of saints for years. Since longer than anything. Saints were there before there were even gods. They were waiting for them, and they’re still there now.

Saints eat fish and shellfish. Some of them catch jellyfish and some of them eat rubbish. Some saints eat anything they can find. They hide under rocks; they turn themselves inside out: they spit up spirals. There’s nothing saints don’t do. 

Make this shape with your hands. Like that. Move your fingers. There, you made a saint. Look out, here come another one! Now they’re fighting! Yours won.

There aren’t any big corkscrew saints anymore, but there are still ones like sacks and ones like coils, and ones like robes with flapping sleeves. What’s your favourite saint? I’ll tell you mine. But wait a minute, first, do you know what it is makes them all saints? They’re all a holy family, they’re all cousins. Of each other, and of … you know what else they’re cousins of?

That’s right. Of gods.
Alright now. Who was it made you? You know what to say.

(From Kraken by China Mieville, maybe my favourite book of all time)