I Always Seem To Follow All The Nice People/ Nice Parts Of The Fandom

Please, please, please, a mullet!  Party in the back!

Guys. 

I happened to have the pleasure to work with someone, who will remain unnamed, during this summer, and he mentioned he was on the production team of DOFP. And he assured me, once and for all 

CHARLES’S HAIR WILL NOT REMAIN THAT TERRIBLE FOR THE ENTIRETY OF THE FILM 

thank you this has been a psa

There’s this one scene in the book, that didn’t make it into the movie and it’s a huge shame, because it’s a fanservice straight from the author:

After that they stopped pleading. Then they took off their clothes and bathed in the river, which was shallow and clear and stony at the ford. When they had dried in the sun, which was now strong and warm, they were refreshed, if still sore and a little hungry.

- The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien

So I tried to at least make a pic of it. I’m sorry, I suck at colours, composition, perspective and having more than two characters on a pic. u__u

And if I ever mention anything even vaguely resembling something along the lines of “I want to make a huge, multi-character and colourful pic with full background!”, feel free to kick me in the head.

Wait, you mean they don't just bundle up a billion dollar bills, stuff them in the rocket, and shoot them into space?

I’m in an English lesson, and this ignoramus I’m talking to has just told me that people should stop going to Mars. He says the money that went into the project would have been better spent here on planet Earth, specifically in creating jobs.

And I have just been seething here for the past five...

My dash is exploding with Hobbit feels and I don't get to see it until Monday.

boston gothic

- there is no grid system in boston. every street is a circle. you miss your turn and try to double back, but the asphalt is giving way to cobblestone. you can hear muskets just ahead.

- boston common always closes at 9pm. it locks from the inside.

- you walk out of mike’s pastry in the north end and the streets are deserted. there’s a rumbling beneath your feet. it smells like molasses.

- every time you crane your head to peek down the dark subway tunnel for the train, you can see two bright pinpricks of light in the distance. they’ve been there for 30 years, watching. you look away and try not to breathe.

- they’re always trying to fill the pot holes and the cracks in the sidewalks. it’s from the ice, they say. come morning, the holes always return. bigger. deeper.

- the next train will arrive in 5 minutes. days have passed; winter is setting in. the next train will arrive in 5 minutes.

- you arrive at logan airport and it’s empty. the intercom crackles, “this is the final boarding call.” no flight is specified. it’s time to go.

- the red line train pulls up, empty. you get on and it comes to a sudden halt in the tunnel. the lights go off. you hear the muffled sounds of ‘sweet caroline’ in the distance. it’s getting closer.

- the citgo sign looms above the brownstones. no matter how far you walk, it is always there. 

- you hear rustling. it’s just the turkeys, you say. you hear screams echo in harvard square. it’s just the turkeys.

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So happy!  \o/

"Island, Island" Chapter 12

Hooooooly Shiiiiiiiiiiiit

I mean, hey there, party people.  Guess what I just posted?

HERE: AO3

AND ALSO HERE: FF.NET

oh god it’s been so fucking long

i may need a doctor

do you ever read a piece of fanfic that is just so fucking spectacular that makes you actually feel things? 

boy, i swear to god, i’m so goddamn grateful for every single one of you writers, yall literally giving us entertainment for free almost every goddamn week; and this is not only for those gracious magnificent bastards that are practically gods because they’ve perfected (and keep developing) their craft, this is also to that little (and equally amazing) writer that is just starting and might not be the best at it, you my friend keep writing because practice makes perfect, don’t stop writing if that’s what makes you happy. i just want all of yall to know that i appreciate you so goddamn much and yall the fucking best

to every fanfic writer out there: i love you, u crazy motherfucker

Morning in Bag-end 🌄

Thank you Google for the great Doodle honoring Annie Jump Cannon today!

Annie Jump Cannon (December 11, 1863 - April 13, 1941) was an American astronomer whose cataloging work was instrumental in the development of contemporary stellar classification. With Edward C. Pickering, she is credited with the creation of the Harvard Classification Scheme, which was the first serious attempt to organize and classify stars based on their temperatures. She was nearly deaf throughout her career.

(from Wikipedia)