apropos of nothing

eggtragedy:

effingtomb:

you-and-me-divine:

If you didn’t think “Shia LaBeouf” could get better, you were wrong.

I literally can’t believe this exists there are tears in my eyes that I don’t remember crying

i just

And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, the end happened.

brinnanza:

popkin16:

beckersher:

These are ‘Lantean mourning lanterns, as described to me by Melissa.

Once a year - per tradition - the expedition gathers on a pier, paper lanterns in hand. Everyone is solemn, voices kept to a respectful softness, water lapping quietly against Atlantis, soothing in its reliability. One by one they pass around a thick black marker, carefully inscribing the names of the lost, one name per lantern.
And once the sun sinks beneath the horizon, they release them, watch as they float up and out, over the water. They stand huddled in groups, friends and family, bound together by purpose and loss.
They don’t leave until the lanterns can’t be seen any longer.

Um, my pen slipped?


 
They started at dusk, just as the last vestiges of sunlight were dipping below the horizon. The city was on a skeleton crew, and everyone not absolutely necessary for security had gathered out on one of the piers. Even Rodney had been persuaded to leave his lab and simulations when Teyla had made an appeal.
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brinnanza:

popkin16:

beckersher:

These are ‘Lantean mourning lanterns, as described to me by Melissa.

Once a year - per tradition - the expedition gathers on a pier, paper lanterns in hand. Everyone is solemn, voices kept to a respectful softness, water lapping quietly against Atlantis, soothing in its reliability. One by one they pass around a thick black marker, carefully inscribing the names of the lost, one name per lantern.

And once the sun sinks beneath the horizon, they release them, watch as they float up and out, over the water. They stand huddled in groups, friends and family, bound together by purpose and loss.

They don’t leave until the lanterns can’t be seen any longer.

Um, my pen slipped?

 

They started at dusk, just as the last vestiges of sunlight were dipping below the horizon. The city was on a skeleton crew, and everyone not absolutely necessary for security had gathered out on one of the piers. Even Rodney had been persuaded to leave his lab and simulations when Teyla had made an appeal.

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erikalynae:

cyberpunk kitten is my new aesthetic

erikalynae:

cyberpunk kitten is my new aesthetic

mavin + text posts

jumpingpuddles:

Farscape: Won’t Get Fooled Again

blackmagicalgirlmisandry:

iamkendoll:

Come through!

But is this not a look?

blackmagicalgirlmisandry:

iamkendoll:

Come through!

But is this not a look?

rhllors:

walk into the club like whattup we’re looking for our children. they are underage, who even let them in.

rhllors:

walk into the club like whattup we’re looking for our children. they are underage, who even let them in.

ed-pool:

Star-Lord challenging the DC universe to a dance-off at NYCC

ed-pool:

Star-Lord challenging the DC universe to a dance-off at NYCC

alexisa1206:

PERFECT!!!

thepacificrimjob:

sorry guys i tripped

thepacificrimjob:

sorry guys i tripped

Imagine Dragons + pageofmelody - Radioactive (Game Boy Arrange)
486,803 plays

kantochampiongreen:

omgtsn:

bloochikin:

pageofmelody:

No postprocessing, straight from the Game Boy. 

Listen close and you can hear where I gave up on making this sound good and lazily transposed 60 or so chains!

oh. my. lord.

actual 8bit?????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

it’s comforting to see an “8bit” post which is actually fucking 8bit i am so happy