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they call me katy but I'm also spiderman I like long walks to the fridge and I'm a film fanatic
Artist: Brad Breek
Track: "Gravity Falls Theme (Made Me Realize)"

a-police-officer:

Gravity Falls Theme - Full version

May I ask you something? Why are you on their side? Why fight for a doomed race who will hunt us down as soon as they realize their reign is coming to an end? I’m sorry for what happened in the camps. I truly am. But everything I did, I did for you. To unlock your power. To make you embrace it. You’ve come a long way from bending gates. I’m so proud of you. And you’re just starting to scratch the surface. Think of how much further we could go, together. I don’t want to hurt you, Erik. I never did. I want to help you. This is our time. Our age. We are the future of the human race. You and me, son. This world could be ours.

(Source: mcavoyclub)


it’s not over » favorite villain/anti-hero
it’s not over » favorite villain/anti-hero

eartheld:

mostly nature

eartheld:

mostly nature

(Source: danielodowd)

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

witchlingfumbles:

boazpriestly:

thezulla:

leadingtone:

On the importance of a teddy bear…
(by Begemott)

i will reblog this every time.

But what if the teddy bear is the nightmare and the creature is the protector?

It is a little-known fact that teddy bears crave and feed on the dreams of young children. It is little-known, of course, because the bears are so soft and cuddly that they convince the young children that they need them. For a while, the bear will feed on the bad dreams, leaving the child with nothing but the sweetest of dreams. But the good dreams taste better and feed them more, so eventually the teddy bear will start feeding on those, and the child will have nightmares every night. And, because the teddy bear so thoroughly convinces the child that the bear is necessary for the good dreams, they will keep sleeping with it, hoping for its magic to work again.
But the mind of a child is so rich and imaginative that it creates the means to its salvation. The monster under the bed rises, in the end, to vanquish the bear. Some nights it rises before the first nightmare night. Other times, it is at the last moment, and rises only when the bear means to suck dry every last dream and imagination in the child’s mind.
Tonight is the former. This monster was sent out in time to save its child from a single bad dream. And despite the teddy bear’s sword, the monster is fierce and devours it in a single gulp.
It is about to leave when it hears confused, wordless mumbles. The monster looks down and sees its child is awake, and looking up at it. Sleep has not faded so much that the child doesn’t scream, just asks in a sweet voice what the monster is doing there.
The monster, like the teddy bear, can’t speak. Instead it picks up the water by the bedside, hands its child the glass. Still confused, the child takes it. When the child drinks its fill and hands it back, the monster tucks it in with gentle claws.
The child murmurs a thanks and falls asleep again. And the monster leaves, satisfied that it has left its child with less fear rather than more.

holy shit that was beautiful

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

witchlingfumbles:

boazpriestly:

thezulla:

leadingtone:

On the importance of a teddy bear…

(by Begemott)

i will reblog this every time.

But what if the teddy bear is the nightmare and the creature is the protector?

It is a little-known fact that teddy bears crave and feed on the dreams of young children. It is little-known, of course, because the bears are so soft and cuddly that they convince the young children that they need them. For a while, the bear will feed on the bad dreams, leaving the child with nothing but the sweetest of dreams. But the good dreams taste better and feed them more, so eventually the teddy bear will start feeding on those, and the child will have nightmares every night. And, because the teddy bear so thoroughly convinces the child that the bear is necessary for the good dreams, they will keep sleeping with it, hoping for its magic to work again.

But the mind of a child is so rich and imaginative that it creates the means to its salvation. The monster under the bed rises, in the end, to vanquish the bear. Some nights it rises before the first nightmare night. Other times, it is at the last moment, and rises only when the bear means to suck dry every last dream and imagination in the child’s mind.

Tonight is the former. This monster was sent out in time to save its child from a single bad dream. And despite the teddy bear’s sword, the monster is fierce and devours it in a single gulp.

It is about to leave when it hears confused, wordless mumbles. The monster looks down and sees its child is awake, and looking up at it. Sleep has not faded so much that the child doesn’t scream, just asks in a sweet voice what the monster is doing there.

The monster, like the teddy bear, can’t speak. Instead it picks up the water by the bedside, hands its child the glass. Still confused, the child takes it. When the child drinks its fill and hands it back, the monster tucks it in with gentle claws.

The child murmurs a thanks and falls asleep again. And the monster leaves, satisfied that it has left its child with less fear rather than more.

holy shit that was beautiful

(Source: gifharrypotter)

put-that-in-barry:

I have never in my life seen this image photoshopped as the guy wanted it

put-that-in-barry:

I have never in my life seen this image photoshopped as the guy wanted it

(Source: 180mph)

affiler:

saunteringvaguelydownwards:

decemberpaladin:

sizvideos:

Video

I love how she almost drops it until she smells it and that flashbulb memory hits.

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real … Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit

This is the cutest thing ever

rebelspyprincex:

black—lamb:

micdotcom:

For many Muslim Americans, 9/11 was a double punch of tragedy and bigotry

The actions of 19 Islamic extremists on 9/11 left an indelible mark on America. Today, millions pause to commemorate the attacks’ 13th anniversary, to honor the victims and to remember that all life is special and sacred. But there’s an untold story amid the many speeches and moments of silence — one filled with a different kind of pain, grief and strong sense of loss. 

Those stories are now being told on social media

this is our wonderful America..home of the free*

*white, male, christian, and straight.

iwishihadafather:

THIS KID IS A FUCKING COMIC GENIUS 

What makes life valuable is that it doesn’t last forever, what makes it precious is that it ends. […] So don’t waste it living someone else’s life, make yours count for something. Fight for what matters to you, no matter what. Because even if you fall short, what better way is there to live?

(Source: pinefarts)

jeantb:

mournthewicked:

tatt0osandpiercings:

justwishbeautiful:

Just because you have tattoos doesn’t mean you don’t have a soft side.

Ugh, so adorable. ehkfbwedfj

I really hate the social stigma of tattoos. It’s fucking ink on your body not a will to murder.
Even my mom said to me once; “Only lower income people get tattoos. You don’t see doctors or lawyers with them.”
That’s because they have them under their lab coat. Or suit. Like, who cares if my doctor has a skull on his arm. Is it hindering his ability to take care of me? No, absolutely not. It’s ink. On his arm. Expressing himself.
I really wish people didn’t hate tattoos so much.

Also tattoos are expensive
Lower income people can’t afford them

(Source: garotos-pecadores)

frerin:

We teachers are rather good at magic, you know.

starkked:

w e  w i l l  a v e n g e  i t

"I know you’ll never hear this, but someday…there may be someone who should know about you…us. Your name was Gwen Stacy. Mine is Peter Parker. This is the story of how we fell in love.”

(Source: claryherondales)