colchrishadfield:

Apparently this is a good place to drill for water, in Saudi Arabia.

colchrishadfield:

Apparently this is a good place to drill for water, in Saudi Arabia.

Reblogged from Col. Chris Hadfield
theopteryx:

will graham + the ravenstag 

theopteryx:

will graham + the ravenstag 

Reblogged from theopteryx
enasnivolz:

ealperin:

reading-thoughts:

edwardspoonhands:

Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…

These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming versethat what I wear puts swagger in my gait;though twenty shillings have I in my purse,my self-esteem and manhood both inflatewhen lofty furs I purchase for a cent.Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, thoughthey smell a trifle musty. Still, I spentmuch less to dress myself from head to toe.
To save or not to save? The question’s moot.I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.These dusty shelves will yield their hidden lootto those, like me, more frugal in their looks.Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.      - Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”

*Crying with laughter*

ITS IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. SWEET JESUS THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.

enasnivolz:

ealperin:

reading-thoughts:

edwardspoonhands:

Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…

These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse
that what I wear puts swagger in my gait;
though twenty shillings have I in my purse,
my self-esteem and manhood both inflate
when lofty furs I purchase for a cent.
Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, though
they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent
much less to dress myself from head to toe.

To save or not to save? The question’s moot.
I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.
These dusty shelves will yield their hidden loot
to those, like me, more frugal in their looks.
Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,
I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.
     - Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”

*Crying with laughter*

ITS IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. SWEET JESUS THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.

Reblogged from S U P E R N O V A

bymoffatforbbc:

Can I start using ‘those little daleks’ as a cotidian insult? haha

Reblogged from Oh well...

alicexz:

DOCTOR WHO MORE LIKE DOCTOR WHAT?? THE?? FUCK??????? JUST HAPPENED!!!!!

Reblogged from Alice X. Zhang
seedatart:

You don’t have enough badges to hit me!

seedatart:

You don’t have enough badges to hit me!

Reblogged from Unmei's blog

reapersun:

fayren:

My set of illustrations for 7 Patch Problem, which I will have with me at Fanime (and all my other conventions!). They will also be available as prints. <3

I love these so much ;w;

Important note: Fayren goes to more conventions than me! So if you want this book but aren’t in California you should keep an eye on her convention list here!

Reblogged from Unmei's blog

helpyoudraw:

Neck Reference Updated by MelissaDalton from DeviantArt

Many thanks to spreeunit for linking us to this!

casuallysociopathic:

internationalnunofmystery:

jasrnin:

deanthequeenofsass:

deanwinchesterwantsthecass:

deduction-to-seduction:

thebadkidblog:

castielcito:

221bowties:

thedoctoris24601:

awkwardequine:

padasassy:

ismarty:

Carry On My Wayward Son (lullaby Version) 

Why can I so easily picture this playing  in the spn series finale as the camera takes one last look moving over the dead bodies of all our favorite characters, stopping on the rusting frame of the impala and then slowly fading to black?

No! Into the corner with you!

As the music starts, the camera shows the sightless eyes of Kevin Tran, lying on the floor, weak body from starvation and sleepless nights apparent. The camera moves to show his mother, Mrs. Tran, lying next to him. Both of them tried to shield the other in the chaos and blood. They lie dead together.

The next scene shows Garth, lying on the ground, Bobby’s cap lying beside him, stained with blood. He is loosely holding a rifle, which contained salt, in an attempt to fight them off. To win once and for all. The salt is scattered on the ground around him. His body remains there until decayed.

The camera comes up from the ground to reveal the blank face of Sam Winchester, the one Azazel chose, the one who threw himself into hell for the good of earth. He lies, jacket stained, separated from his brother and his friends. He never got the family or the happy ending he wanted. His hair is stained and chopped, uneven in places. The blood drips down the side of his face, mirroring Jess.

Finally, we see Dean and Cas, dead on the ground. The scorch mark of Castiel’s wings cover the ground and Dean’s face and body, shielded by an angel until the very end. A gold amulet on the ground next to him, fallen out of his ripped trench coat. Dean clutches a demon blade, covered in blood, but more of his own than of the enemy. His body lies close to Cas, destined to remain together since he was raised from hell. They are now burnt and broken shells of men and angels. But they knew their only purpose.

In the corner of the field, hidden away in a presumably good parking spot, is the Impala, where it has been for a while, and will continue to be there until the trees and plants grow around it, crushing the windows, demolishing the rust, moulding the leather seats. The army men will be consumed by the soil, and in many years time, decompose. This car will be like any other old car seen abandoned in a field or on a road. Its age will show when Dean is not present to take care of her. The heater will never rattle again.

People will find the bodies, perhaps, and catalogue them as John or Jane Does, unknown to the world, unknown to the great service they gave them. They all gave their lives. And in return we live ours for them.

The camera fades to black.

DON NOT PLAY THE SONG WHILE READING THAT. YOU’LL FUCKING REGRET IT FOR LIFE OH GOD

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Are you fucking kidding me right now holy fuck my life just ruined i don’t even want to thinking about that shit why would you do something like that on my god it’s six am and i’m fucking crying my eyes out thank you for that you asshats.

WERE YOU NOT HUGGED ENOUGH AS A CHILD

DID I KILL YOUR FATHER

IS THAT WHY YOU’RE HURTING ME

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what if i killed you

my fucking keyboard is wet. GET OUT

so do you wanna drown by my tears now or now

good lord.. i’m not even in this fandom and that HURT!

wow okay thank u i didn’t need my heart anyway

Reblogged from Le Grande Oeuf

ser-wubs-a-lot:

you’re my friend, let’s have soft tacos.

Reblogged from karo's junk