cloudydrake:

cloudydrake:

arcaneseamstress:

nymphominatrix:

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I love you, sea pancake.

yes, two chances to reblog sea pancake twice in one night. excellent.

cloudydrake:

cloudydrake:

arcaneseamstress:

nymphominatrix:

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I love you, sea pancake.

yes, two chances to reblog sea pancake twice in one night. excellent.

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madebyabvh:

Has fandom gone tooooo faaaar?
No.

Created by Bill Mudron, the Tapestry is a
“slightly ridiculous tribute to the Bayeaux Tapestry

(Animated last row in one place)
Illustration by Bill Mudron

Dammit Bill. You’re amazing.

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periscopestudio:

greyallison:

A little love for Garrus and FemShep! I’ve been working on this piece slowly since early January, and I’m proud to be able to post it today. Enjoy. :)

Stunning Mass Effect artwork from Grace Allison!

ALWAYS REBLOG GARSHEP <3

periscopestudio:

greyallison:

A little love for Garrus and FemShep! I’ve been working on this piece slowly since early January, and I’m proud to be able to post it today. Enjoy. :)

Stunning Mass Effect artwork from Grace Allison!

ALWAYS REBLOG GARSHEP <3

funwrecker:

nyooom:

SOMEONE MADE AN INFOMERCIALS MASHUP SET TO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME GET WHAT I WANT BY THE SMITHS AND IT IS THE BEST THING IVE EVER SEEN, PLEASE WATCH IT IM BEGGING YOU

The internet gets it right tonight.

spellthief:

If I’m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.

          -Hayao Miyazaki (x)

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suddenlywolf:

straight guys are absurd. i once asked one if they’d kiss a boy for $50,000 and they said no. at that point it’s not even gay it’s just the best option

shit, you could take three zeroes out of that number and it still wouldn’t be gay.

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stop-hammerkind:

oh my god that’s so cute„

I can never not reblog.

*whispers* and now destroy every thing they love

MOFFAT NO

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rembrandtswife:

This is the attitude that every creative artist needs to take.

When you’re wondering if you have the guts to post that new fanfic or to send your manuscript to a publisher, remember this.

this is my motto

I really need to adopt this attitude if I’m to be successful in anything I do.

Considering a lot of my life has been lived trying to please people, this is really hard to try to get into….but so good too.

Man, I need to adopt an attitude more like this, it’s a thing I worry way too much about.

My new motto, possibly for everything.

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morgarine:

This isn’t a fucking competition Legolas

Any time anyone says Tolkien isn’t funny, I bring up this scene.
To put it in context, Aragorn is a ridiculously good tracker. He had just been literally lying flat on his belly on the ground, his ear pressed to the dirt, so he could listen for footsteps of the army that was way, way out of sight. We’re talking miles away, here. Aragorn was listening to the ground. And from that, he figured out that there were a lot of riders, on hecka fast horses, heading right towards them, with the intention of fucking their shit up. Pretty badass, right?
Cue Legolas, a.k.a. You Little Shit. Legolas is an elf. His eyesight and hearing is ridiculously good. Like, it puts any human’s to shame.
He literally let Aragorn lie there on the ground and strain to hear footsteps in the distance for no reason. And when Aragorn got up, the little shit drove the point home by saying “Oh yeah, I see them, I’ve seen them this whole time, there’s a hundred and five of them, oh yeah and they’re all blonde and they’re carrying spears nbd”
Cue Aragorn gritting his teeth in frustration and Legolas smirking like the sassy pointy-eared fuck that he is.
This may actually be my favorite part of LOTR okay

edgebug:

morgarine:

This isn’t a fucking competition Legolas

Any time anyone says Tolkien isn’t funny, I bring up this scene.

To put it in context, Aragorn is a ridiculously good tracker. He had just been literally lying flat on his belly on the ground, his ear pressed to the dirt, so he could listen for footsteps of the army that was way, way out of sight. We’re talking miles away, here. Aragorn was listening to the ground. And from that, he figured out that there were a lot of riders, on hecka fast horses, heading right towards them, with the intention of fucking their shit up. Pretty badass, right?

Cue Legolas, a.k.a. You Little Shit. Legolas is an elf. His eyesight and hearing is ridiculously good. Like, it puts any human’s to shame.

He literally let Aragorn lie there on the ground and strain to hear footsteps in the distance for no reason. And when Aragorn got up, the little shit drove the point home by saying “Oh yeah, I see them, I’ve seen them this whole time, there’s a hundred and five of them, oh yeah and they’re all blonde and they’re carrying spears nbd”

Cue Aragorn gritting his teeth in frustration and Legolas smirking like the sassy pointy-eared fuck that he is.

This may actually be my favorite part of LOTR okay

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"Lack of motivation" is a generally misunderstood symptom of depression. It does not mean that I sit around thinking, "Oh, I’m so depressed; why bother to do shit I don’t want to do anyway." It means not that I lack discipline, but that there is a mental disconnect between my conscious mind, which says I want or need to do X, and the part of my brain which actually initiates activity. It prevents me from doing things I would very much like to do, as well as things I need to do, rather than indicating simply a lack of interest in doing things which are not immediately rewarding.

If you want or need to go somewhere, whether somewhere you’re eagerly looking forward to going, or somewhere routine, or to the dentist for a root canal which you may be much averse to but have nevertheless decided will leave you better off in the long run, and you get in your car, turn the key in the ignition repeatedly, yet the engine sputters but does not engage, this is not an indication that you don’t really want to go anywhere. It’s an indication that something is wrong with the equipment you need to transport you there.

I am fully capable of sitting for hours, thinking periodically, “I need to pee,” then, “I really need to pee,” and eventually, “Damn, I need to pee,” before being able to jump start the part of my brain which engages with the task of getting up and walking the ten feet to the bathroom, and initiates the movement which allows me to do that.

The more complex the task, the harder it can be, because a more complex sequence of actions must be, in some sense, imagined and targeted before the actions necessary to bring them about can be initiated. Most people are unaware that this process even takes place, because in a healthy brain, it occurs swiftly and automatically. In my brain, it does not.

Maud, There’s Good News and Bad News. And Fat News. (Shakesville)

Probably the best description of that particular aspect of depression that I’ve ever read. At least, that’s how it is for me.

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Remember that time I said that my depression included stepping over a piece of paper on the ground for weeks? Yeah, this would be the better way of saying that.

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Yeah. When I started taking Wellbutrin in 2007, I remember my therapist saying that the hope was that it would be “activating,” which it was. But it struck me that I wouldn’t have thought to use that word, even though activation was absolutely what I was missing at that time. A low dose of Wellbutrin made all the difference to me for a few years there.

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Oh good, this isn’t just me, because I sobbed from 3:17 a.m. to 4:02 a.m. because of this.