Please read.. and reblog. For all the children who are/feel excluded. For all the children who have no friend. Because it is important. Because we ALL are important !
john190-the-homicidal-maniac asked:
I beleive that Dnd with Tanks would be quite a treat. Makes me wonder if the fantasy races would defined a manufactured tank. Like Orc would be Russian tanks and Half-ligs would French. Also different classes like a British Churchill Tank would be Elvish Tank/Warrior.
pencilbrony answered:
That’s a cool idea yes
But I was picturing
Tank bard
The Caudron C-460 Rafale, a French racing aircraft built for the Coupe Deutsch de la Meurthe race of 1934.
john190-the-homicidal-maniac asked:
Have you roasted Owen gun/Owen Machine Carbine ?
Fuckin Australia m8.
The Owen Gun is a perfect example of Australian ingenuity, one of those icons alongside the Holden Commodore and shitloads of cheap beer that makes down under the most respectable member of the former Commonwealth. A stamped sheet metal clad piece of bogan gibberish that shoots bullets and managed to be a Sten gun without being terrible.
Pvt. Evelyn Owen originally cooked up the gun in 1939 with a .22LR prototype that was denied for the reasons of “it was 1939 and we don’t get SMG’s” and stuff like the magazine was fixed in place, it was in .22LR and didn’t even have a trigger or a safety. Owen was shunted off for the Army and you’d think that would be where this ends right?
Nah. Instead while Owen was in the Army, his neighbor found the original prototype shoved in a sugar bag in Owen’s house. Said friend worked for a major steel company in Port Kembla and managed to pull enough strings in Army Command to have Owen put on the Army Inventions Board and finalize the design. In 1942, it was settled and in a trial featuring the Sten and Thompson with such fun caveats and being entirely chucked in mud and sand, the Owen was the only survivor of the tests and adopted as Aussie standard. It would go through WWII, Korea and even into Vietnam alongside more modern equipment. Why?
Australia, that’s fucking why. This is the same land that hacksawed a wagon’s back off of it and invented the ute and then shoved V8′s in them. It’s a gun with weird ergonomic decisions that you overlook because it runs well and isn’t a Sten. Why is the grip all wavy? Why are the sights mounted on the right side of the receiver tube? Who cares, shoot it anyway. It’s controllable, ungodly reliable and effective jungle cleaner. When you can’t get a Thompson, get an Owen.
*getting gas in Florida this evening*
“…oh? What’s that say?”
“…ah.”
“…ok, I’ll do my best to fill it poorly, then.”
“Thanks for the heads-up, guys. Inadequacy and mediocrity comin’ up.”
Oh. Sometimes…plans go astray.
I WILL STAND BY THIS INCREDIBLE DELIVERY AND ANIMATION UNTIL THE DAY I FUCKING DIE
Especially because of the way that they positioned this entire scene. I mean… look at how the animators designed this.
This movie is about wilful loss.
Just… stay with me for a second on this one. Because Treasure Planet may be one of the only fucking movies I’ve ever seen that says losing may be the best and brightest option.
You’ve got Jim, who’s emotionally tumbled up inside, chasing things just to feel anything, losing more and more of himself the farther he goes. He’s desperately searching for something metaphysical and losing miserably, and so he decides instead to try and look for a treasure, wondering if maybe a tangible goal could fulfill him.
And then you have Silver, who we’re not yet sure of emotionally, but physically, he embodies the idea of accidental loss- where he’s lost parts of himself trying to find something material. Obsessing over things and objects and, in return, failing. He decides to give it another go, trying to steal a ship and take a crew and eventually succeed in hoarding the largest treasure the galaxy had ever seen.
Then the physical and the metaphysical meet. And they sit. And they talk. And, on a single trip on a single boat, they find what they need.
And they find it in losing.
Silver gives up treasure.
Jim gives up trying to earn a lost fathers pride.
And it’s only by giving up their goals that they can find new ones.
I’m not saying that this movie promotes giving up dreams. Far from it. This movie, instead, promotes the wonderful and delicate idea that if we push ourselves onto dreams, we’re likely to lose them and, in return, lose ourselves.
It’s the things that we allow to happen to us, when we let ourselves to be vulnerable, that truly change us and make us whole.
Fucking superb you funky little space drama.