I'm Nobody! Who are you?

the-candy-van:

reblololo:

Jan Švankmajer - GALERIE GAMBRA

Jan Švankmajer
Mediumní kresba
pencil, paper, 2004 44x36

my sister made me refresh my dash fifteen times so she could see this again and then made me reblog it 

sockpuppetdynasty:

lbenanti:

today in english someone asked who the toucan in the lion king is in terms of hamlet (w/e w/e that’s not relevant)

and so the whole class got into a debate about the fact it’s not a toucan but no one could remember what kind of bird it was and they were…

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you should enjoy it while you can

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Well, this is me standing up… and, this is me lying down.

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gazzymouse:

starks-n-stripesforever:

To Protect the Fandom from Devastation
To Unite all Shipper within Our Nation
To Denounce the evils of Feels and Love
To extend our reach to the Stars above.
Spiderman!
Daredevil!
Marvel Red Team, blasting off at the speed of light
Surrender now or prepare to fight
Deadpool, that’s right.

bob,agentofhydra

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teratocybernetics:

wolvensnothere:

idlnmclean:

wolvensnothere:

realityiswhatyoumakeit:

Will never not reblog this when I see it.

Until she becomes a vampire, gets her shit together, and starts working for Wolfram & Hart.

Actually, Picture This:

In 1993, following the traumatic and terrifying events of the Camp Chippewa Massacre, the Buckman family, seeking to do whatever was necessary to escape the Addamses— even going so far as changing every member of the Buckman family’s names— moves as far away from them as they possibly can.

Though her name now sounded like a song, Amanda’s fundamental personality never really changed… That is, until the most important day of her life: Graduation Day.

Sometimes— though not often— it occurs to Harmony that it’s just a shame she and Wednesday never got to know how much they would have eventually come to like each other…
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More than anything, I’m just surprised I remembered the name of the camp, without having to look it up.

BRILLIANT.

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nestofstraightlines:

Oh look, it’s more Avengers-referencing art. Why is this stuff so fun to do?

Kick-ass Tamora Pierce characters assemble! Plus a bear!

The ladies’ backstories are here (because extended supporting waffle looks rubbish on Tumblr formatting, doesn’t it?)

The superhero-names are not quite up to the standards of silliness of the Terry Pratchett equivalent. I feel particularly mean about calling Kel ‘Lump’ but she did end up wearing the name like a badge of honour, amiright? I’d be glad to hear any suggestions for improvement in the naming department.

Based on this poster.

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sayhello-to-goodbye:

thelilnan:

s-lowdancing:

4sha:

slow motion lightning.

holy shit

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brazilwonders:

Diadema - São Paulo (by Rubens Maciel)

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the beluga whale - if this is what sailors mistook for a mermaid, now i understand.

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goddamngeckogirl:

watermelonwings:

comicbookcosplay:

More often than not when reblogging for Women of Comicbook Cosplay, posts get added to the post queue. Every once in a while a cosplay comes along that demands an immediate reblog! I cannot reblog this fast enough.

glasmond:

schpog as Kon-Elle. DAYUM she looks HOT. I nearly died when I saw her!

O M G SOMEONE PLEASE REVIVE ME NOW

Hmmm~ Hello Sake, come back to my tumblr, baby. <3

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denim-wrapped-nightmares:

homoerotics:

goldenalbatross | fire-kissed | adriofthedead | fairy-wren

expressive peregrine falcons

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Thespian falcon.

#to fly or not to fly—that is the question #whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer the gusts and winds of outrageous fortune #or to take wing against a sea of fish and by opposing eat them 

MY OTHER HALF IS PERFECT.

TO FLY - TO SWEEP, 
NO MORE; AND BY A SWEEP TO SAY WE END
THE HEARTACHE AND THE THOUSAND NATURAL FLOCKS
THAT FISH IS HEIR TO: ‘TIS A CONSUMMATION
DEVOUTLY TO BE WISHED. TO FLY, TO SWEEP;
TO SWEEP, PERCHANCE TO DREAM - AY, THERE’S THE GRUB:
FOR IN THAT SWEEP OF DEATH WHAT STREAMS MAY COME

OH EMMA I CANNOT BE STOPPED

when we have molted off these mortal feathers,

must give us pause. there’s the respect

that makes calamity of so long meals.

for who would bear the winters and famines of time?

th’poacher’s wrong, the large bird’s contumely,

the pangs of despised love, the daylight’s delay,

the insolence of prey, and the spurns that

patient merit of th’unworthy take,

when he himself might his quietus make

with a bare bird claw? who would fardels bear

to squawk and caw under a weary life,

but that the dread of something after food,

the unrelenting hunger, from whose clutches

no hunter returns, puzzles the will.

and makes us rather bear those ills we have

than fly to others we know not of?

thus hunger does make fools of us all.

God I love tumblr.

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