in my personal experience making fanmixes, i’ve found that cover art and the way you format your post has a lot to do with how well your playlist does. you can make really awesome and unique tracklists and still have people hesitate to reblog them because the post could use a little sprucing up.
so this post will come from personal experience and personal opinion, and it applies to a really specific style of playlists, i guess — so don’t take it as the gospel truth, but this is also what i tend to look for and think about when i queue stuff up for fuckyeahfanmixes from the #fanmix tag. of course, i’ll still reblog almost everything from the tag (that i can figure out what it is, anyway) and nearly everything submitted to us; most of these hints are for people hoping to get wider exposure for their mixes.
hopefully you guys will find this helpful. feel free to reblog or let us know what you think!
Not a morning person.
Extra of this one http://min1919.tumblr.com/post/85362075781/
I don’t know why it took me so long to dig it out from all the sketches and finish.
Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”
in which Pepper Potts and Natasha Romanoff get married and everyone is happy THE END
Oh my God
"Three abandoned barnhouses lifted on wooden legs to be able to follow their farmers to the cities. Barns were set on fire during a traditional slaughter carnival by dancer Reijo Kela. The work was commenting on the desertification process of the Finnish countryside, fastest in the EU.”
the reason why joss whedon’s inaccurate characterization and poor writing with clint barton in avengers pisses me off so much is because whedon misses the entire point of clint that makes him such a longstanding and well loved member of the marvel comic universe. clint is talented, enormously so. he’s the best archer in the world, excellent at hand to hand combat, he’s intelligent, and on and on that puts this little mortal man on the same level to be on a team with a super soldier, a god, a total screaming genius with a superscience suit, the most capable assassin and spy ever trained, and a hyperstrong rage monster.
but the thing is, even with all that, clint is the most unfailingly human member of the team. clint hides his intelligence, he gets himself into fights where he’s outnumbered and then gets hit in the head, he tells terrible jokes or makes puns in the middle of a fight, he gets cut up and beat up and ends most fights covered in bandages or in the hospital. he’s disabled, he has hearing aids. he isn’t this Badass Action Hero w/ Included Bow. he’s talented and capable, but he trips, he gets punched, he gets cut, he gets shot, he runs out of arrows, he gets knocked down. he isn’t motivated by revenge or a need to prove himself or a sense of duty or an overdeveloped sense of right and wrong. he’s motivated by the fact that he wants to help, because he can, because he used to lead a shitty life, because he should.
clint barton is just as much average joe as he is an avenger. he’s a disaster and a hero. clint barton’s not the cookie cutter male action hero that joss whedon painted him as in avengers. he’s not a silent broody badass, stalwart hero archetype, solid shield agent.he’s so much more. he’s a fuck up. he’s trying.