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Roguebricks is putting on a Tarantino contest. This Pulp Fiction scene is one of the most hard core moments ive seen on big screen ever. hope u guys enjoy i guess?
thats not the original place for the sword..i just had to reference if u lnow the whole scene haha
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It's because i watched Pulp Fiction yesterday night.
Italy 2012
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Day 183 of 365: Day four in my movie week. It's easy to come up with seven great movies, but tough to find the right props to pay tribute. I was going to do my favorite movie, Brazil, but it'll have to wait until the weekend as it's going to be rather tough. Pulp Fiction is a good stand in though.
The submission to TOTW's "literary genius" week may seem sneaky, but first of all, I like a healthy dose of pulp fiction novels now and then (and the cover art is magical), and secondly, eat me.
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Looking for a way out of town Minotaur takes another wrong turn and ends up bumping heads with some of the local muscle.
Its that Hawaiian Burger Joint!
'That IS a Tasty Burger!-Serving the cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast since 1994!'
How I imagine the Big Kahuna Burger restaurant chain from the movie Pulp Fiction would look.
See more "Good Girl Art" by Basil Gogos here - www.menspulpmags.com/2010/11/good-girl-art-by-basil-gogos...
In January 1953, MR. AMERICA was a men's adventure magazine, rather than a bodybuilding mag. See more cool art from this isue here - www.menspulpmags.com/2010/03/joseph-weider-and-mr-america...
by John Saxon
The wild and revealing story of an untamed man-crazy girl and her warped passions for revenge!
Bedside BB 816
(c) 1959
Embora a ideia tenha sido minha, nada disto teria sido possível sem a minha cara metade......
Explored !!
"I do believe Marsellus Wallace, my husband, your boss, told you to take ME out and do WHATEVER I WANTED. Now I wanna dance, I wanna win. I want that trophy, so dance good."
Recently found the RAW file for this image.... it's one of the first Lego/Toy shots I ever did.
It's bugged me for a while that the only version I had was a really low-res one.
Image has been re-worked, some dust removal, and contrast adjusted.
just one of the 1950s skanky pulp novels I have - Im sort of switching collections from this into food packaging - if anybody likes to trade
A Pulp Fiction Story
The fluorescent lights of the dingy back-alley bar flickered, casting a sickly hue over the grimy walls. It was the kind of place where the whiskey had to fight the grime on the glasses for flavor, and the barflies had more stories than the books in the library. But tonight, the barflies were silent, the jukebox was silent, all because of her - the dame in the green jacket.
She strolled in like she owned the place, her heels clicking a steady rhythm on the sticky floor. Her eyes, sharp as the edge of a knife, scanned the room, and you could almost hear the collective heartbeat of the room skip a beat. She wasn’t just any dame; she was Viper, and her reputation preceded her like the howl of a wolf on a quiet night.
In the corner, a lowlife – a real bottom-feeder named Joey 'The Squint' – sat nursing his drink, his eyes roving with the subtlety of a sledgehammer. When Viper walked by, 'The Squint' lived up to his name, and his gaze went where it wasn't invited. That's when the air got thick, thick like molasses in winter, and everybody knew something was about to go down.
Viper stopped dead in her tracks, her silhouette against the neon exit sign looking like the last thing many a man had ever seen. She turned on the balls of her feet, a pirouette of impending doom, her hand already fishing out the .22 she kept snug against her ribs.
'The Squint' was still grinning, the kind of grin that would make a shark tell him to take it down a notch, oblivious to the fact that he was staring down the wrong end of the food chain.
"What are you lookin' at, Joey?" Viper's voice was smooth, too smooth for the jagged edge in her eyes.
Joey’s grin faltered, but his bravado was a stubborn thing. "Just admiring the view, Viper. You know how it is."
"Oh, I know how it is," she said, her voice never rising above a conversational purr. "You see, in this world, there are two kinds of views, Joey. The one you pay for, and the one you pay for."
Joey's brain was struggling to keep up, his alcohol-sodden neurons firing too slow to catch the meaning in her words. He was about to learn, though, that Viper's lessons were always punctuated with an exclamation mark.
She aimed the gun, not with malice, but with the indifference of a butcher weighing meat. "So, Joey, which view you wanna pay for?"
The bar was silent, the kind of silence that screams, and Joey's grin had checked out, left the building, leaving behind a man who suddenly found religion.
"I-I was just joking, Viper."
"That's the thing about jokes, Joey," she said, as she lowered the gun, the threat hanging in the air like smoke. "They're supposed to be funny."
And with that, she walked away, her heels clicking a victory march, leaving Joey with a view he didn’t have to pay for – the sight of his life, walking away from him.
The bar returned to its low hum, the jukebox crooned a bluesy track, and the night went on, with one more story for the barflies to not talk about.
End.
In a world dominated by steam-powered contraptions and hissing steam valves, the city of Glimmerglim stood in the shadow of a deep forest, adorned with wooden corridors and bronze ornaments. Within this city dwelt a man named Gurthar Brummelspeck, who received little praise or admiration for his appearance and stature. His frame was as round as it was grotesque, as unsightly as the citizens of Glimmerglim could imagine.
The denizens of Glimmerglim were anything but kind to Gurthar. They mocked him, taunted him, and tormented him in the city's alleys. The blame for his woeful fate lay not only in his physical form but also in his character. Gurthar was of a friendly and gentle nature, yet the people saw only his outward visage and not the heart that resided within.
One day, as Gurthar sought refuge from the ridicule by retreating to the dense woods at the city's edge, he stumbled upon something that, even in this peculiar world, was deemed highly unusual. There, amidst gnarled trees and moss-covered rocks, he encountered a troll. But this troll was unlike any other troll found in tales and legends.
This troll bore the features of a wolf, with skin as hairy and teeth as sharp as those of a werewolf.
"What brings thee to these parts, kind mortal?" inquired the troll with a voice so mellifluous that it bore no semblance to its appearance.
Gurthar, taken aback by this unexpected meeting, confided in the troll, recounting his sorrowful life in Glimmerglim and the cruelty he endured at the hands of the city's inhabitants. The troll listened attentively and nodded in understanding.
"Thou art not alone in thy otherness," spoke the troll. "I, too, was cast out by my kin, for I am too fair for a troll. In our world, ugliness is held in highest esteem, and with my hairy countenance, I never quite fit in."
Gurthar and the troll, whose name was Eldrin Moonscar, resolved to join forces. Together, they returned to Glimmerglim and embarked on a mission to extort protection money from the city's taverns and shops. Those who refused to pay were threatened with the incineration of their buildings.
The people of Glimmerglim were thrown into terror and dismay. None dared to stand against Gurthar and Eldrin, for the troll possessed incredible strength and could easily reduce entire structures to rubble. The two friends carried out their extortion without resorting to physical violence, yet their words alone were sufficient to compel the townsfolk to pay. On occasion, to give weight to their threats, they set fire to those inns that resisted their demands.
With the ill-gotten gains, Gurthar and Eldrin led carefree lives. They settled in a secluded part of Glimmerglim and savored the time they spent together. The city's residents did not dare to approach them or jeopardize their friendship.
In due course, as time passed and their wealth grew, Gurthar and Eldrin decided to depart their homeland. They had heard tell of a distant land where trolls and humans coexisted side by side and were even allowed to enter into wedlock. This land was Norway, and thither they journeyed in hopes of finding peace and acceptance at long last. Perhaps, just perhaps, they would discover in this world, reminiscent of the tales spun by John Ronald Reuel Tolkien, a community where ugliness and beauty no longer held sway and only that which dwelled within the hearts of every being mattered.
End.
PS. I had to redesign and re-upload the image because Flickr had "shot" the image by mistake and unfortunately the support could not fix it.
For more on this one, you could have a look at my blog: davewhatt.wordpress.com/2020/02/09/the-rush-of-air-from-t...
NDSM werf, Amsterdam. NDSM offers art and culture projects that give a face to the history, possibilities and dreams for the place. From small-scale educational projects to monumental installations
PP with Flypaper Textures, and my first shot with a Lensbaby!
Arrived in the post this morning.
One of the first books with English text, so I can finally read this one! :-)
This trip to the farm I saw dahlias I had not seen before.. They weren't in the test garden and had names so they must have been developed over the period of time that I wasn't able to get there...
Once you put your hand in the flame
You can never be the same
There's a certain satisfaction
In a little bit of pain
I can see you understand
I can tell that you're the same
If you're afraid, well rise above
I only hurt the ones I love
Madonna
This awesome custom chopper was at Neptune's Net today, right in the center parking spot among the motorcycles, directly in front of Neptune's Net.
Holloway ruefully acknowledged that it was time to replace his computer's muthaboard
The We are Here challenge on November 30 2015 was: I Love My Computer