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[Parker. 21]
Welcome to the event horizon.



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meanderings
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dduane:

…She strangely went Astray one moonset from the palace steps — She went — nor yet returned. Was it not strange? She would be wedded to an alien prince The morrow midnight…
From The Flying Islands of the Night by James Whitcomb Riley, illustration by Franklin Booth

dduane:

…She strangely went
Astray one moonset from the palace steps —
She went — nor yet returned. Was it not strange?
She would be wedded to an alien prince
The morrow midnight…

From The Flying Islands of the Night by James Whitcomb Riley, illustration by Franklin Booth

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junesparkofdoom:

everyonelovesrobots:

aqualuxury:

A lush hour-long house-y, swing-y, electroswing-y, boompt-y kinda musical treat!

image

IT’S BACK~

this is everything i love in one amazing hour w ow

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noise-wave:

Today (August, 24th) marks exactly 3 years after the death of Satoshi Kon, the director behind masterpieces like Perfect Blue and Millennium Actress. He also collaborated on several other animated productions.

An early departure for one of the most acclaimed minds of the industry.

"With my heart full of gratitude for everything good in the world.
I’ll put down my pen.”

Satoshi Kon 1963 - 2010

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goatsocks:

Spinoff Blues

Oh my god I’m crying. Fuck this.

Posted 3 days ago | 9,505 notes | via | ©
vitalsigns-coldhands:

sub-maureen:

skeyi:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
“Fork,
     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 
Goodbye, Fork.
-Spoon”
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

Oh my God this is gorgeous but I am done

Somebody get this person a frigging Newbery Prize, I need a kleenex omg.

THE DISH RAN AWAY WITH THE SPOON AND THE COW AND THE MOON AND I’M ACTUALLY TEARING UP :O

vitalsigns-coldhands:

sub-maureen:

skeyi:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER

SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY

TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 

One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.

Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.

He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:

“Fork,

     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.

     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.

     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 

Goodbye, Fork.

-Spoon”


Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

Oh my God this is gorgeous but I am done

Somebody get this person a frigging Newbery Prize, I need a kleenex omg.

THE DISH RAN AWAY WITH THE SPOON AND THE COW AND THE MOON AND I’M ACTUALLY TEARING UP :O

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fuku-shuu:

Levi x 3DMG in the “A Choice with No Regrets” trailer

The sequence is simply stunning.

GOD DAMN IT I’M SO FUCKING EXCITED

torterra:

i refuse to study for finals
cuties at the beach instead (・。・)

torterra:

i refuse to study for finals

cuties at the beach instead (・。・)

[x]

Look at this fuckin badass. Hot damn.

 「悔いなき選択」| A Choice With No Regrets
Erwin Smith / Levi 

Oh my fucking god. I can’t fucking breathe.


yoimspiderman
oh fu-

"Just realized I’m in like the tenth grade and the whole of New York City is about to turn into lizards who will more than likely kill me and my trig homework is overdue. Fuck my life."
God, this is precisely why I feel so strongly for this character. Peter Parker is the best of me when he’s at his worst. He will always believe life is worth living and living well, no matter how fucked his shit gets. If I could be half of what Peter is EVERY DAY…how much better would my world be? God, I have so many feels for this kid.
And I’m so glad that Andrew Garfield feels strongly for the character as well. Even if the movies aren’t that great, he does Peter Parker justice.

yoimspiderman

oh fu-

"Just realized I’m in like the tenth grade and the whole of New York City is about to turn into lizards who will more than likely kill me and my trig homework is overdue. Fuck my life."

God, this is precisely why I feel so strongly for this character. Peter Parker is the best of me when he’s at his worst. He will always believe life is worth living and living well, no matter how fucked his shit gets. If I could be half of what Peter is EVERY DAY…how much better would my world be? God, I have so many feels for this kid.

And I’m so glad that Andrew Garfield feels strongly for the character as well. Even if the movies aren’t that great, he does Peter Parker justice.








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