• Me: If I ever get published, I'm going to write fanfiction for my own books
  • Me: And then reviewers will be like, "Omg that's totally out of canon."
  • Me: And I'll be like, "Bitch, I am the canon."
(Reblogged from melredcap)


The Mihrab at Cordoba

The mihrab (small room facing Mecca) in the Great Mosque of Cordoba ornamented with vegetal and arabesque patterns.

Carved out of various precious stones.

Made in 961 by Al-Hakam II at Cordoba in Al-Andalus, modern day Spain. Currently located in situ.

(Reblogged from phobs-heh)



(Source: zealouscorgi)

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The Seven Deadly Sins of Disney

Finally -someone who didn’t depict Lust using a female character.

(Source: im-still-flying)

(Reblogged from alchery)



There are these little tiny fuzzy bugs that are flying around my pear tree and I kind of want to call them cute but I feel like the second I do someone’s gonna tell me they’re like the spawns of satan and they sting people and kill my trees

Nevermind they’re called “Woolly Aphids” and they’re literal fairies



I feel bad for calling them evil now they’re so frickin cute

(Source: tachibanaharu)

(Reblogged from melredcap)



In Which Tony Stark Builds Himself Some Friends (But His Family is Assigned by Nick Fury)

I finished them all! FINALLY. Finishing up this series took a while. It was good for me, though. I learned a lot doing this. (I’m posting this on my main account rather than my art blog because I am Very Very Proud and wish my followers to see this)

I think this is a sign that I should be working on part 7 of the Toasterverse right now. 8)

And yes.  The fact that there are seven chapters is depressing to me, too, guys. 8)

(Reblogged from scifigrl47)




let’s hear it for captain america

 (via punkrickgrimes)

"You turned my gentle friend into a weapon and I am less than thrilled about it"

I don’t know.  I mean, Bucky’s gone off to war.  He’s gone from the sharp-dressed soldier trying to get Steve to enjoy a double-date to slogging through mud and getting shot at in the European theater to getting the hell tortured out of him in a super-Nazi shithole after his unit gets cut to ribbons by forces with weapons unlike anything he’s been trained to deal with. 

And the entire time this is going on, so far as he knows, Steve is safe at home.  Maybe he’s finally plucked up the courage to ask a girl out.  Maybe he found a decent job at the shipyards or in a factory.  Because it’s not like you can write your Army bro when you get accepted into the weirdo super-science Human Guinea Pig program, right? “Bucky, Finally made it into the Army, courtesy of a top-secret German scientist defector.  Hope to be first of many extremely classified human weapons!  Hugs and kisses, Steve.” Pretty sure they just set the letter on fire right in front of you if you try it, you know?

And then suddenly, he’s being rescued from the super-Nazi hellhole.  By Steve.  And he’s gone from thinking that Steve’s safe at home to Steve saving him, immediately followed by almost losing Steve as the base blows up and watching some dude tear off his fucking face while telling Steve they’re the same and realizing that Captain America the Propaganda Dude is a) actually a fucking supersoldier and b) his bff. 

And this is, I think, where it’s kind of started to set in that Steve—his bro, who never backed down from a fight, who never stood by while somebody was getting kicked around, who never even thought about saying “It’s not my problem” and walking on past—now has the chops to actually assault a base full of fucking soldiers by himself and win. 

Like, Bucky’s kind of looking around and realizing it’s just Steve and all the dudes who got rescued with him.  It wasn’t Steve leading a charge.  Steve was the charge.  It doesn’t take him long to do the math about what Steve’s personality plus a nigh-unstoppable force is going to equal.  And since he’s sure as hell not leaving Steve’s side now, it might very well mean there’s no going home again.

(Source: romangodfey)

(Reblogged from stuckinabucket)


why the fuck is there so much stigma surrounding going to the movies by yourself why the fuck do you need someone to help you sit in the dark and look at a wall for two hours “oh look at that dork they don’t even have a friend to ignore for the entire duration of this event”

(Reblogged from waywren)




A World Globe Made Out of Thousands of Individually Painted Matchsticks

part of me appreciates the art and part of me wants to set it on fire

you’re the kind of man that just wants to watch the world burn

(Reblogged from kissmeagainarthas)
(Reblogged from melkorwashere)