when you’re in your twenties and start to realize how young the protagonists of the novels you read are: 

And at some point the protagonist goes,

And you just go,

#bonus points if you started out reading them when they were older than you and you grow up and surpass them and it’s just holy shit [x]

The amazing digital art of Leon Tukker

which chris evans are you today? 

No fucks left to give

out of boredom i decided to scan a stuffed shark. here are the results.

your work is appreciated

op i spent entirely too long on this and im sorry

It’s 1:30 am and I’m cackling like a deranged witch

@sassy-dad

@ironmercy

Raise your swords and follow the Feanorians ⚔️

There’s a literal book on why you should in fact NOT follow the Feanorians

FËANOR NO

Zoom in on her face in the third gif. She means this. You are completely irreplaceable.

This went deep man. Look at her face. I would love to know where this came from, what she was talking about. And it’s true. So true. Completely irreplaceable. You are you and there is no better you

Reblogging because I needed to see this message tonight, and something tells me someone else does too.

Reblogging as I think every one of my followers are special and impossible to replace.

Remember that.

You are all special and important, and Ellen is a gift. 

Schloss Liechtenstein, Germany (by Stephan Gehrlein)

“Morning In Secret” by Paulo FLOP

my favorite is when Kermit’s facial expression is simultaneously an obvious hand in a puppet but also an instantly recognizable and relatable emotion

@peterparkerisntdead

The Abandoned Signs:

Aries: The great stone aeries hewn from the very rock of the mountaintops. Inaccessible, except to those with wings. The roosting halls are littered with bones and empty suits of armor.

Taurus: The colossal secret workshops hidden deep withing the mountains. The great water-wheels lay motionless, the aquifers clogged by scrap and corpses, massive bellows stoking forge fires that have long since gone out. 

Gemini: Sprawling garden temples teeming with life. Doorways sealed shut by tree roots, an entire river redirected to pass through the center now flows over the aqueduct walls, carpeting the old holy carvings with moss and river grasses.

Cancer: A graveyard. A grove of sacred trees, each planted in the bosom of a departed soul. The walls have crumbled and the groundskeepers have been dead for centuries. A black ram watches you from a nearby hilltop.

Leo: The courtyard of a long dead philosopher king. Marble statues in dramatic poses, missing limbs and finer features. Wildflowers reach towards their ankles. All encircled by the remains of a palace, only the foundations are left.

Virgo: A temple to the winter itself. Grand feasting halls and warm hearths. Vaulted ceilings built so high the priestesses tended to their own indoor forests. The place is frozen white now, colossal pine trees reaching through the stone to the winter sky.

Libra: An apple orchard. The ground is covered in little pink blossoms. The cider press still wanders the grounds, grinding intruders to a fine golden mulch. 

Scorpio: The hanging rock. An altar to the sky. The perch where souls are taken to the next life. The tree of hooks is bare and rusted by the sea salt air. The ground is long since picked clean. Sea birds dont dare to rest here, lets they be mistaken for gruesome bait.

Ophiuchus: A college built into the cliffside. Rolling green hills and ivy cascading over the facade like a waterfall. The great doors are locked. Lavender grows from the window shutters.

Sagittarius: The great stone shipyards. Scuffs on the colossal walls tell of imperious warships and merchant fleets. The locks are stuck closed. Willows grow from the dry docks. The lighthouse watches on.

Capricorn: A ramshackle town built above a sewer cistern. Tiny homes made from trash and driftwood. A schoolhouse, a hospital, even a courthouse, all slowly sinking into the mire.

Aquarius: The grounds where the carnival was held. Nothing but grass and stars now.

Pisces: The site of an old battle. Grass uproots the cobblestones. Countless weapons are thrust into the earth, the hilts tied with red cloth, listing gently in the wind.

As many of you know, in my day job I’m a journalist, and one of my colleagues is covering the tumblr changes and wants to talk to anyone who has been affected, creatively or financially, by the new policy, so that we can get your story out there. If that’s you, PM me or email her at kaitlyn.tiffany@vox.com. 

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god this most have hosed plenty of people already. dudes–

someone once messaged me to let me know that Hannibal and Will’s age gap was problematic and I was just sitting there like…. Really…. that’s your first and most pressing issue with Hannigram, Really

they’re cannibals, susan

and, like, they’re in their forties

get it together, susan.