herochan:

Batman Through Mexican Creativity

Created by Kimbal

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sofialexander:

Sabrina the Teenage Witch. This was my favorite show growing up, Salem was hilarious. What an evil, sad kitty.

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cosplaconmo:

jayalaw:

mjolnirismypenis:

"Anna, you can’t marry someone you just met."

Elsa: jdevoll
Anna: Nina
Joffrey: mjolnirismypenis
Photo by: danikhaleesi

Oh my God.

No! Drop it! Put it back where you found it! Good girl. Haha this is brilliant.

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alexasharpe-art:

Cygnus // Corvus

drawings from this week, thought about a color study from a few months ago- and of course the story that it’s meant for!

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consistentlyaverage:

excepttheeyes:

No, but how sweet is it that during Harry’s first week at Hogwarts Hagrid sent along a note with Hedwig to invite Harry to tea rather than asking him in person so Harry didn’t feel left out and actually got some mail

HAGRID IS SO UNDER APPRECIATED THIS REALLY BUGS ME

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alwaysri8:

gaybrielandasstiel:

thespooklock:

thespooklock:

so my plan for halloween is to dress up as a Nazgul with my black horse and go trick or treating but instead of saying “trick or treat” i’ll either scream or hiss “Bagginssssssssss, Shhhhhhhire” and then ransack their villages in my search for the One Ring

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i bet

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you guys

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thought

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i was joking

oh dear god

HOW MANY PEOPLE DID YOU TERRORIZE

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davidesky2:

An Indian version of The Golden Compass by Assaf Horowitz, via Character Design Page.

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oxboxer:

Super powers more like SUPER INCONVENIENCES

Also on Tapastic~

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egg-noodle:

I still love this series.

mysticplaces:

Between the cleft and the lip of the caldera, the whole side of the volcano was carpeted in flowers.  Even in the moonlight he could distinguish those bright colors- violets and blues, dark greens and lavender, bright reds and violent oranges.  He stared, uncomprehending.

It was impossible.

"They’re called ephemerals," Anna said, speaking into that perfect silence. "Their seeds- hundreds of thousands of tiny seeds- lay in the dry earth for years.  And then, when finally the rains come, they blossom.  For a single day- for one single night- they bloom. "

-Atrus and Anna, The Book of Atrus

photography by Guy Tal