decompositiondance:

"I am a partially deceased syndrome sufferer and what I did in my untreated state was not my fault." Kieren Walker portrait.
bbcthree , bbcamerica #saveintheflesh. We need a third series, and this show deserves it.

decompositiondance:

"I am a partially deceased syndrome sufferer and what I did in my untreated state was not my fault."
Kieren Walker portrait.

bbcthree , bbcamerica #saveintheflesh. We need a third series, and this show deserves it.



mcavqy:

[7-8]//100 pics of james mcavoy

x x x x x x x x


naomster:

kvotheunkvothe:

bluebananabowtie:

weirdotwins:

sophael:

waveformtheta:

haberdashing:

waveformtheta:

GUYS. THIS PLANET IS MADE LITERALLY OF DIAMONDS
ITS A FUCKING GIANT ASS DIAMOND
HUMANITIES SOLE PURPOSE IS OBVIOUSLY TO HAUL THAT SUCKER BACK HERE
I want to get an engagement ring without the diamond in it, and propose with it, and when she gets confused, I just show her this through the telescope and be like “I couldn’t find a diamond that deserved you in our solar system, how about that honker?”
Side note: It is named Cancri
Space is cool as fuck

DO NOT GO TO THE DIAMOND PLANET

I wanna fuck the diamond planet

That’s how he does it. That’s how he does it. He makes you fight. He makes you fight. Creeps into your head. Creeps into your head. And whispers. And whispers. Listen. Listen. Just listen. Just listen. That’s him. That’s him. Inside. Inside.

whats goin on in this post anymore?

NO ONE GO NEAR THE PLANET NO ONE KNOCK NO ONE MOVE



i dunno lets just wait till Midnight

naomster:

kvotheunkvothe:

bluebananabowtie:

weirdotwins:

sophael:

waveformtheta:

haberdashing:

waveformtheta:

GUYS. THIS PLANET IS MADE LITERALLY OF DIAMONDS

ITS A FUCKING GIANT ASS DIAMOND

HUMANITIES SOLE PURPOSE IS OBVIOUSLY TO HAUL THAT SUCKER BACK HERE

I want to get an engagement ring without the diamond in it, and propose with it, and when she gets confused, I just show her this through the telescope and be like “I couldn’t find a diamond that deserved you in our solar system, how about that honker?”

Side note: It is named Cancri

Space is cool as fuck

DO NOT GO TO THE DIAMOND PLANET

I wanna fuck the diamond planet

That’s how he does it. That’s how he does it. He makes you fight. He makes you fight. Creeps into your head. Creeps into your head. And whispers. And whispers. Listen. Listen. Just listen. Just listen. That’s him. That’s him. Inside. Inside.

whats goin on in this post anymore?

NO ONE GO NEAR THE PLANET NO ONE KNOCK NO ONE MOVE

image

i dunno lets just wait till Midnight



wintercapsicle:

popgeezer:

not-rocket:

don’t leak nudes

leak the avengers: age of ultron trailer

Bravo.

seriously though, where is the Avengers:Age of Ultron trailer. 


lifesanemotionalrollercoaster:

c4cti:

sometimes i wake up with a very urgent thought on my mind and it’s usually pretty dumb like ‘je suis un pomme' or 'root beer fairytales' but this morning i woke up and sat there for a second and all i could think was

tis i,

the frenchiest fry

I JUST LAUGHED OUT LOUD IN CLASS


can you write something like moony waking sirius up from a nightmare (they're sharing a bed obvs) and sleepy reassurances and cuddles and ugh thank you

melancholymoony:

there’s really no good way to fix it. when sirius wakes up screaming, remus can press his hand into the small of his lover’s back and whisper him back to sleep. when he wakes crying, remus can wipe his tears away and tell him about all the good things he’s done. it’s the quiet dreams that scare him the most. when sirius shakes so hard in his sleep the bedposts leave scratches in the floor. when remus rolls over and shakes him gently awake and sirius doesn’t even know him. when he murmurs quiet, insistent, and sirius stares unseeing right through him.

it makes every drop of blood in his body turn to ice.

he wants to apparate to azkaban and tear it apart, stone by stone. he wants to rain fire down on it, he wants to sink it into the sea, he wants to hurl every last fragment of the place to hell. 

"come back to me," he whispers over and over again and the seconds that stretch between waking and recognition are like a spike pit. it’s terrifying to cross, but remus does it every time. when sirius comes back into himself, when his gaze shifts just so and focuses, remus clings to him desperately, as if the heat of his body is an anchor. 

"it’s okay," sirius says, shaken. "it’s okay, it’s okay," he breathes into the night, and remus is a little less scared. 


  “A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform  packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o’clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with  the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it.
  Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.”

Happy September 1st, y’all!