October202014
justmyflawedlogic:

hamacidal:

ultrafunnypictures:

You can read up to 500 words per minute

THIS MADE ME CRY WHAT THE FUCK

I have an android app that does this and let me tell you, reading slashfic at 700wpm is a near-spiritual experience.

justmyflawedlogic:

hamacidal:

ultrafunnypictures:

You can read up to 500 words per minute

THIS MADE ME CRY WHAT THE FUCK

I have an android app that does this and let me tell you, reading slashfic at 700wpm is a near-spiritual experience.

(via moriarty)

9PM

I am a princess

(Source: kristoffbjorgman, via messedupdressedup)

8PM

darlingwalker:

i want to achieve “she’s adorable and i will protect her at all costs but also i am slightly frightened by her power”

(via thefleetingconceptofnow)

October192014

asheathes:

WIZARDING SCHOOLS AROUND THE WORLD: THE CARIBBEAN

The magic folk of the Caribbean are nothing if not ambitious. Raising an unplottable island out of the ocean, they retreated to their paradisiacal land whereupon they built a school of magic to pass on their knowledge. Over time, the island grew crowded, and the magical community moved away, but the school remained in operation. Surrounded by a vast blue stretch of water, students must travel via large sentient sailing ships that have been magicked to operate independently (an extremely useful enchantment during the era of piracy as the ships knew to avoid danger). In the waters surrounding the school swims an unnaturally large barracuda with magical scales that can be used as wand cores, but only when it is given willingly. There are many classes dedicated to spice magic, and foreign visitors often say the school carries a distinct aroma akin to a legion of chefs who never stop cooking. Cinnamon for friendship, ginger root for courage and strength, red chillies can fight evil or cause destruction… it becomes the unofficial anthem of the students over time because the chant aids greatly during the multitude of spice-reading exams conducted throughout the school year. 

(via squintymisha)

6PM

asheathes:

WIZARDING SCHOOLS AROUND THE WORLD: THE CARIBBEAN

The magic folk of the Caribbean are nothing if not ambitious. Raising an unplottable island out of the ocean, they retreated to their paradisiacal land whereupon they built a school of magic to pass on their knowledge. Over time, the island grew crowded, and the magical community moved away, but the school remained in operation. Surrounded by a vast blue stretch of water, students must travel via large sentient sailing ships that have been magicked to operate independently (an extremely useful enchantment during the era of piracy as the ships knew to avoid danger). In the waters surrounding the school swims an unnaturally large barracuda with magical scales that can be used as wand cores, but only when it is given willingly. There are many classes dedicated to spice magic, and foreign visitors often say the school carries a distinct aroma akin to a legion of chefs who never stop cooking. Cinnamon for friendship, ginger root for courage and strength, red chillies can fight evil or cause destruction… it becomes the unofficial anthem of the students over time because the chant aids greatly during the multitude of spice-reading exams conducted throughout the school year. 

(via squintymisha)

6PM

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

the-internet-addict:

pottern:

don’t date someone you wouldn’t have a harry potter movie marathon with

That’s nearly 24 hours. I wouldn’t do that with anyone

…the weak are already weeding themselves out…

(via moriarty)

2PM

(Source: lxke-of-fxre, via squintymisha)

2PM

(Source: i-a-t-g)

October182014

marauders4evr:

It’s just a flesh wound.

The single greatest scene in cinematic history.

1PM

maggie-stiefvater:

Helpful reminder to the unhappily friendless: friends don’t have to be the same age as you.

(via consultingmoosecaptain)

1PM

likealittlechild:

Lydia is me

(Source: vanessayves, via oswinstark)

1PM

oswinstark:

bvbblebeam:

stopcallingmebitch:

Two weeks later, we spoke again.

GODDAMMIT TUMBLR

NOT HERE!!! *sobs quietly*

(Source: tomhiddlston)

12PM

iluvatardis:

polyamorousmisanthrope:

valkyriestrikeofthelashatterdome:

gotterdammerungs:

                             (x)

And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.

Thank you for writing this. It made me cry, but oh I am so relieved to see the yearning for the stars.

That shouldn’t have given me as many feels as it did… 

(Source: jamesfrancos, via consultingmoosecaptain)

12PM

symphonyregalia:

also psa

  • its perfectly normal and expected for people to act differently around other people
  • you play a different role in everyones life and you act accordingly to that role
  • its not being two faced 
  • it’s “would you act the way you act around your friends at a job interview?”
  • no you would not

(via consultingmoosecaptain)

12PM

dabe-strudel:

what really sucks is when you know you should be doing something but physically cannot bring yourself to do it no matter how important doing that thing is

(via oswinstark)

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