Bauhaus Typography Essaybauhaus: innovators in typography & graphic designBauhaus Typography Essay7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
nestled between the two world wars, in a time of dramatic change and tenuous peace, there existed an arts and crafts institute in germany that had an influence on 20th century design like no other.
the staatiliches bauhaus, meaning construction house, was founded in weimar by architect walter gropius in 1919, who sought to create a unity between the fine and applied arts by integrating them with modern technology and human ingenuity. gropius saw this combination of artistic and practical tuition as a way to build a modern, logical and ordered, society (department of photographs, 2004).
such a utopian ideal required a new breed of artist and a fresh method of teaching. gropius felt that handicraft was the foundation of any art, stating the school will gradually turn into a workshop (gropius as cited in bauhaus archive, n.a).
gropius gathered a team of artists and master craftsmen to oversee these innovative training w
Mass Effect + The Gorn From Star Trek = GimliCommander Sheppard looked down at his pants and noticed that they were gone, he then glanced behind him and saw a gorn soldier running away with gimli from lord of the rings. This story had only just begun.Mass Effect + The Gorn From Star Trek = Gimli1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
20 Years Earlier...
It was a sunny day in Skyrim, and the MasterChief was only just done playing darksouls. 'I finally finished the darksouls fight', Chief exclaimed. Chief was all alone now, his xbox live gold had run out, and he was not being paid until the end of the month (which was over 20 days away). Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, there was a knock at the door. Slowly, but surely, the door opened. Chief moved his hand over his pistol holster, he was ready for anything, his years of training had been leading to this very moment. 'I don't want to have to f*ck you up with this badass pistol, but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do', Chief yelled, with a small hint of anger. Then he appeared. Out from behind the door waltzed Batman. 'You scared me there for a minute buddy'
KaomojiKaomoji5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Multiple Line Kaomoji:
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Single Line Kaomoji:
( =^)☆(^o^) [Kiss]
´o` [*Why Not??]
(ﾟД ﾟ ) [Shock]
Paired Wands - Harry PotterChapter 1Paired Wands - Harry Potter6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Malfoy! Harry shouted. He sped down the stairs in the Entrance Hall, hand gripping his wand as he pulled it from his robes.
Finally decide to take me on, Potter? Malfoy sneered as he waved Crabbe and Goyle aside, drawing his own wand.
Petrificus Totalus! shouted Harry. First and second years screamed and scattered.
Malfoy ducked his head to one side and the full body bind missed him by inches, hitting Goyle instead. The older students cheered as the after breakfast crowd spilt up and started laying bets on the winner of the fight.
Stupify! Malfoy yelled, pointing his wand at Harry.
Nearly everyone gasped as the spell hit Harry square in the chest, and flowed around him as though it was made of smoke blowing on the wind. Even Malfoy was stunned, though he hid it well, throwing up a shield charm to block Harrys jelly legs Hex.
Harry dodged the tickling charm and prowled toward Malfoy.
It amazed every
ThunderheadThunderheadThunderhead9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"It's storming in Chicago," calls the mother to her son,
who already knows—he can see the thunderhead,
black and towering, gliding above the corn fields.
It's miles away now, in Illinois, but his Hoosier blood
stirs with the approach of another Midwestern storm.
While she reflexively checks the radio
for tornado warnings, he runs between the cornstalks,
feeling the first teasing breezes on the outskirts
of the front. The field is empty otherwise; the cardinals
have already found shelter, as have the pasture deer.
She calls to him, but knows he is safe for now,
and remembers what it was like to run through corn fields,
letting the leaves slap against tanned arms and legs,
tasting the ozone tang of the distant lightning
and hearing, just barely, the tolling thunder.
He thinks of glaciers he's seen in schoolbooks:
slow, inexorable (though he does not know that word),
and wonders if a glacier announces its coming, too,
the way the storm air weighs down an afternoon.
The Starry CorrespondentOriginal Author's Note:The Starry Correspondent8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Starry Correspondent
A/N: Okay, a pretty crappy first Harry Potter oneshot fan fic of mine. I rushed writing it, so don't expect too much.
Hermione Granger woke up with a start when a snowball hit her window. She turned around, watching the snow fall thickly from the pale, winter sky. The flakes settled into the Hogwarts grounds, with Hagrid shuffling out of his hut, shouldering his crossbow.
Christmas break was already here, and it was proven when she looked towards the foot of her four-poster bed, where a pile of presents was sitting, untouched. The rest of the girls in her dormitory were already gone, so she was alone. Hermione sat up with a smile on her face, staring at the colored boxes, debating which to open first.
She picked up the largest one, unwrapping it to find a set of new books from Harry. These were the ones she had been eyeing in Flourish and Blotts, but unable to buy because of the price—expensive, even for Harry himself. Grinning, s
The Fry Song By MarcelineThe Fry Song By Marceline2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Daddy, why did you eat my fries?
I bought them, and they were mine.
But you ate them, yeah, you ate my fries...
And I cried, but you didn't see me cry.
Do you even love me?
Well, I wish you'd show it,
'Cause I wouldn't know it.
What kind of dad eats his daughter's fries,
And doesn't look her in the eyes?
Daddy, there were tears there.
If you saw them would you even care?
For Time to StillOkay, this is the first warning you're going to get. There are adult themes, language, and other mature things. If you are looking for a graphic lemon, you're out of luck, but if you are looking for a good Dramione love story, then this is something you'll like.For Time to Still8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
FOR TIME TO STILL
SUMMARY: Draco has spent his adult years trying to convince others of the sincerity of his change of heart. After his parents death, he returns to his old summer home trying to spend his last free months in peace. There, he meets up with an outspoken coffee waitress that changes his life. But can she tell him her real identity? Can she tell him shes a Mudblood? Will he still love her? How long will they have before they come for him? DHr
WARNING: Mature audiences only. Beware of adult language and sexual situations.
AUTHORS NOTE: This plot actually comes from my latest original novel, The House on Hours Lane, as you can tell by the diction. I readap
Elf vs. Orc 8Celadon woke up in the elf's arms.Elf vs. Orc 89 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This sounded a lot more romantic than it actually was.
For one thing, learning to sleep in proximity to another person is an acquired skill. You learn what to do with the arm that always seems to get stuck between you and where to put your feet and whether they mind having a leg draped over theirs and who can use whose arm as a pillow without nerve damage or a sore neck. Then there's the whole complex negotiation of blanket treaties and sheets and who gets what and who needs layers and who has to stick their feet out.
Without acquiring these vital habits, you wake up pretty much like Celadon—stiff, sore, with a knee wedged into your ribs and blankets tangled around both of them like sleeping anacondas.
While it's traditional when parties of the opposite sex find themselves entangled for someone's hands to be in an embarrassing position, that actually wasn't the case. She was pretty much in the elf's lap, where one of his knees was up and digging into
Elf vs. Orc 2Celadon Toadstool was delirious.Elf vs. Orc 29 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The funny bit—uproariously funny, it seemed to her—was that she knew she was delirious. The world was billowing around her. It looked as if someone had meticulously painted the inside of a cottage on silk, and then hung it in a gentle breeze. The corners floated inward and collapsed back out again with a sigh.
That someone would go to all that trouble, painting a cottage on silk, was hilarious.
She knew she was wounded. She couldn't quite remember how she'd been wounded. Imagine not remembering a thing like that!
This also struck her as hilarious.
Her name, in Orcish, was Urrsharruk-gah, and she had skin the delicate gray-green of the gills of cave mushrooms, and eyes the color of stolen gold. Her hair was thick and dark and she wore it tucked under her helmet to keep enemies from being able to grab it, which was problematic, because she'd lost her helmet somewhere along the way, and she wasn't in the best of shape anyway.
Even in her immense good humor
Elf vs. Orc 6He got a nasty start a few hours later, when he came in to check on her.Elf vs. Orc 69 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He'd tied her hands, her feet, thrown a loop or two around her waist, and roped everything to the bed, the chair, and the fire iron, just for good measure, He'd done everything short of hog-tying. She wasn't going to get loose in a hurry.
He wasn't sure why he was bothering, really, since he had a horrible feeling that if she said "Will you untie me?" he might do it, and if she said "please," he'd definitely do it.
Still, she didn't seem to be a threat conscious, so maybe that was okay.
Then, because his feelings were still churning and there was nothing for emotional turmoil like hard work, he'd gone off, fed the chickens and the gargoyle, picked peas, turned the compost heap, washed his hands and made soup. By the end, he was really quite exhausted, and ready for at least a nap in his chair.
Then he came back in to discover that her fever had vanished and she was shivering violently with cold.
Elf vs. Orc 4She let him go. She couldn't do much else. He was an elf, sure, but there were rules, and you didn't kill healers and you didn't kill priests.Elf vs. Orc 49 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The rage had to go somewhere. You couldn't go from halfway to gnawing your shield back to normal just like that. Celadon swallowed it, bitterly, the stone shattering, the red sea pouring through the wreckage. She threw her head back and snarled with the pain.
The elf lay sprawled on the ground beside the bed, holding his throat, his eyes closed. He was breathing in tight little gasps. She could have stomped on his head, but of course she wouldn't.
She was furious. Mostly at herself, truth be told. It had been so obvious. He'd checked her bandages, he hadn't been wearing armor, and this was as far from a cell as you could get. What more did she need, a sign saying "Non-combatant, please do not throttle," in several languages? But she'd been so mad—and scared, yes, let's be honest with ourselves—that she hadn't seen past the Enemy.
The SeaWhen you make the two one, you will become the Sons of Adam, and when you say, 'Mountain, move away,' it will move away.The Sea4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thomas 106: 1-2
When I returned to town, I heard the stories:
That you'd walked the oak path,
And past the angel with the flaming sword;
Beneath the river,
Behind the trees
And through a pantheon
Of wind broken stone;
You'd marched north
Until your steps matched the syncopation
Of the whale-song
And the cedars in the wind,
You'd crossed the bridge
To enter the valley kingdom.
I know that you'd watched the jaybird pick our nightmares from its
Hip Hop? What is this Hip Hop?Hip Hop? What is this Hip Hop?9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
An eternal life blessing; listen to HipHop as I escape from this infernal strife stressing ~
There?s no testing; the greatest art form that keeps my heart warm; never catch my mic resting ~
I start reckon; why Graffiti artists get locked up for reppin without a lethal weapon ~
It?s a form of expression without the use of aggression; cops should learn this lesson ~
Don?t be fooled; reminisce the old school; I thought I told you; females rep this, just as cold too ~
We roll through like shopping carts; HipHop music is topping charts; this is for all you readers ~
Check the features; connect the speakers, breakers rocking Adidas imbedded sneakers, I?m a pro found to teach ya ~ (lol)
Head-spins arouse up-roar from the bleachers; we?re just the seekers; enough props to founders and teachers ~
Preachers preach to reach; an art form that involves its own speech; we vibe when we hear a record screech ~
DJ?s drop ?break beats? like ?shattered instrumentals?; gather credentials; four type?s of e
Forgiveness of TransgressionsAbba Father, help me be,Forgiveness of Transgressions9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Forgive me for my iniquity
The sins I had You bore for me,
on the cross at Calvary.
The Blood You shed
on Golgotha's head,
was life for me in eternity.
For those who believe,
they shall receive;
out of repentance,
their death sentence
and nailed it to the cross for me.
He rose again,
to rule and reign; our Lord
and Living King!
Where now, O Death,
is your deadly sting?
for You, it is,
that hath carried me
Gerald FitzgeraldGerald Fitzgerald10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Every weekday morning, Gerald Fitzgerald's alarm goes off at 6:30. He is up by 6:31. He takes a shower, lathering shampoo into his thinning mouse-brown hair. He pays special attention to his ears. He is out by 6:45. He dries off, combs his hair, brushes his teeth, and applies deodorant. He has used the exact same brand of toothpaste and deodorant since he was fourteen, but he doesn't realize this because he can't remember being fourteen. He dresses himself in a light gray suit with a tie that is slightly tinted so that if anyone were to look at it in the right light, it would appear blue or green or yellow. However, nobody ever looks at his ties in the right light, and so they appear simply gray like the rest of his attire. He eats his breakfast of toast and Metamucil at 7:15. He is done by 7:25, and is out the door by 7:30 to begin his commute to MHC Inc. in his small gray Honda.
His job there isn't particularly important. He is a consultant for the
Miss Tansybaum's CarnivalBy all accounts, Miss Tansybaum's Circus of the Moderately Peculiar should not have continued to operate. They were a very small operation as circuses went, they had no rides and their menagerie consisted of a single geriatric lion and a handful of obscure species, such as the Sudanese Crooning Lizards, who were obscure for a reason. Sure, Brendan the Mono-juggler could keep a single ball in the air for hours, but you got tired of watching after the first few minutes.Miss Tansybaum's Carnival5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lord Maggothaunch's Carnival of the Un-Ordinary should have crushed them out of existence in the first year--indeed, that was among the lord's stated goals--and its failure to do so was a source of intense frustration for him. Did he not have scantily clad women and a genuine, if sullen tiger? Did he not have a genuine freakshow, with real live freaks, including a pair of dubious Siamese twins and a two-headed calf in a jar?
Miss Tansybaum did not have a freakshow (at least not in the conventional sense, although the less
Lord, I want to Fly*Chorus*Lord, I want to Fly10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lord I want to fly
past the clouds and up so high
Lord I want to fly
towards you, up in the sky
Lord I want to fly
into your arms and i wanna cry
Lord open my cage and set me free
I'm trapped, and I'm where I don't wanna be
I drop down to my knees
lift my heart and beg please
Please give me wings to soar
to set me free.. that's all I ask for
Set me free from my sorrow
let me be wid you till tomorrow
Lord... I just want to fly...
I'll spread my wings and take my flight
soar past and triumph over evil with all my might
soar past the clouds
and praise you name out loud
I'm beggin you Lord, in my prayer
Let me fly with you in the air
Fly up to you and watch the world go by
fly up until my tears are all dry
Lord.. I just want to fly...
You have given me a new gift
to fly with you and be swift
Lord with you I want to glide
Lord with you...by your side
I'll fly with you till it's time to say goodbye
I'll fly with you until I have to die
tired but happy my wings give
Handprints in the sandLeave no stone unturnedHandprints in the sand8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
This is an advice that I had learned
But as far as I'm concerned
It's a useless quote to me
Stuck in a desert, with rocks everywhere as far as the eye can see
I Pick up a handful of sand
And felt the sand slip through between my hands
each grain.. my hope, my goals
Slip between my fingers, and back into the holes
Filling an hourglass, reminding me that tyms running out
All is hopeless, I feel myself falling deeper into my drought
Leaving me with nothing but pain and doubt
I thought God had abandoned me
I cried out to him and asked to be set free
and I heard no answer
I began searching… deeper and deeper
I thought I was abandoned, and I felt hurt
I thought I was left alone in this desert
But I was wrong
He was with me all along
I look back and see those footprints in the sand
Our journey together recorded step by step on land
And I saw something I had not planned
I can see that every not even one grain of sand
was left unturned, all the way to where I stand
Holy NightA Child was bornHoly Night8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On this Holy night
For the wrongs
He came to make right
He died so that
Man may live
He came so that
His life He could give
He came to seek
Those that were lost
To do that though
Came at a great cost
His blood He shed
For you and for me
He died so that
We could be set free
Yes He came
This Holy night
So that the blind
May receive sight
Come to the manger
And you may see
Just how wonderful
This savior be
The manger is now empty
But so is His grave
He is now in Heaven
Your way to pave
You may come to the Father
But only through the Son
Yes your victory
He already has won
At Forest's EdgeYou favorite here, and we slap youAt Forest's Edge8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hermione stood at the entrance to the Forbidden Forest. Hagrid had invited them over for late tea but a howling in the distance had deterred her in mid path, captivated her. It sounded like a wounded animal, a wolf. Ron turned around when he noticed she had lagged behind. He called her name but she didnt respond, just stared into the darkness within the trees. He grabbed her arm and she snapped out of it.
You alright there? he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.
She absorbed his stare for a moment before nodding. Do you know what that is? Ive never heard it before, she asked Hagrid the instant they got inside the hut, gesturing at the forest through the window.
Some tragic thing that went out there to die. Only sounds at night, though, he replied, with interest.
Youve seen it? Harry asked.
Only shadows. It moves too fast. Something out theres got the creatures spooked
.:Dwindling Hope:.She clings to this dream,.:Dwindling Hope:.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but as if it were water - it slowly slips from her grip.
Every drop fallen, a missed opportunity.
Every crack between her fingers, so out of her control.
Helpless to her own undoing, she struggles to hold on.
Wondering how real it all was from the beginning.
Has she truly fooled herself?
Is it even worth still carrying on?
Letting go would simply end it all,
The struggles, the helplessness and the hurt.
But hope is the only thing stopping her.
Like a beggar on the streets, she hopes for someone to help fill the cracks,
For someone to give her the chance to overflow with opportunities once again.
For someone to believe in her.
And so with that little bit of dwindling hope,
She waits and watches as people go by.
Lost Soul FanaaLost Soul Fanaa5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"The day I met you, my life began
You were the sunshine of my life
You were the meaning of the world
Since I lost you, nothing has sense
I have no more fate, my destiny disappeared
I feel so cold, my heart is hurt
I'm not dead but I feel like a ghost
I am a lonely illusion of who I was to you
I wish I stop breathing
As you did, my beloved Syld
Without you I have no soul,
Not any more reason to live
I miss you so desperately
I'd give my all to offer you a rebirth
Or to rejoin you anywhere you are
Until the end of time my angel
I am yours for eternity"
"Le soleil s'est levé, j'y ai reconnu ton visage
C'est ton existence qui a illuminé le monde
Il a perdu tout sens, maintenant que tu n'es plus
Ma destinée s'est effacée, mon chemin a disparu
L'intense douleur en mon cur me ravage
Me glace, me brise, m'écorche et me déchire
Je voudrais comme toi cesser de respirer
En te perdant j'ai égaré mon âme, ma Foi
Et toute raison de
The StainThe Stain10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Trying to hide, from your face
I shrink back in complete disgrace
You know exactly where I've been
Still I go on as if unseen
I'm on my knees, I'm here again
Looking for love, I need a friend
An empty feeling growing still
Am I astray from Holy will?
I feel so far away from You
And Yet you promise to be true
The pain and hurt I'm causing you
And still you say: "I forgive you"
There's emptiness inside of me
I know an end would set me free
I'm on my knees, I'm here again
Looking for love, I need a friend
Jesus, Lord, I come to You
I don't exactly know what to do
Please help me, rid me of this stain
I need you in my life again
Jesus, Lord I come to You
I don't exactly know what to do
Please help me, rid me of this stain
I need you in my life again
Lord fill my life again
Please fill my life again