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They Have Passed Like Rain On The Mountain

Jen. 24. Graduate. Bachelor in History with Religion minor. This blog is a mix of things: Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Star Trek, Sherlock, Supernatural, Firefly, Coheed, Hunger Games, Avengers, DC/ Marvel stuff, Game of Thrones and random hippie/ bohemian/ nature/ humorous posts. Queue posts once or twice every hour. I'm an Elf, a Trekkie, a Hunter, a Slytherin, a Browncoat and One Among the Fence.
Aug 31 '14

Chris Pine for Details Magazine, the outtakes.

Chris Pine for Details Magazine, the outtakes.

(Source: dailychrispine)

Aug 31 '14

harry potter and the goblet of fire + color palette [insp]

(Source: wandkeepers)

Aug 31 '14

cumberberrie:

A Study in Holmes.

Aug 31 '14

You will not be the same.

Aug 31 '14

(Source: karlurbanana)

Aug 31 '14

The first face this face saw. We all change, when you think about it. We’re all different people all through our lives. And that’s okay, that’s good, you’ve got to keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be. I will not forget one line of this. Not one day. I swear. I will always remember when the Doctor was me.

(Source: olympius)

Aug 31 '14

unmarvel:

How Marvel Characters Eat Their Food [x]

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Aug 31 '14

It’s easy to feel hopeful on a beautiful day like today, but there will be dark days ahead of us too. There will be days where you feel all alone, and that’s when hope is needed most. No matter how buried it gets, or how lost you feel, you must promise me that you will hold on to hope. 

Aug 31 '14
professorfangirl:

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.
Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.
Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.
The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.
I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.
The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.
So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.
Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.
Fucking wasps.

I tried to reblog this with a witty tag, but Tumblr took it as serious advice:

professorfangirl:

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.

Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.

Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.

The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.

I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.

The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.

So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.

Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.

Fucking wasps.

I tried to reblog this with a witty tag, but Tumblr took it as serious advice:

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Aug 31 '14

In the end the shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty forever beyond its reach.

(Source: killbilled)