Rainbow Arch Over Clouds

Fandoms + Randoms

thenotoriousscuttlecliff:

midget-banana:

hijackspace:

thehttydblog:

modern-hiccup:

Me and my sibling can go from

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to

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in like three seconds 

#MY LIFE

on a scale from disney to dreamworks what’s your sibling relationship

MARVEL

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I worry for anyone who says Game of Thrones 

(via beaksunderwings)

magicalnaturetour:

Young elephant playing on a beach in Phuket, Thailand by John Lindie

(via thenightbathroomblogger)


Jennifer Morrisson —> The List

Jennifer Morrisson —> The List

(Source: captaincronut, via iswearonemmaswan)


"my three year old niece did ask how i got inside the television"

"my three year old niece did ask how i got inside the television"

(Source: isntthatwizard, via doctortennantsbum)

highforsthis:

why are nowadays all this 13 year olds getting drunk and having sex. When I was 13, I had my first love there was nobody that compared to my baby and nobody came between us who could ever come above she had me going crazy oh i was starstruck she woke me up daily don’t need no Starbucks. 

(via fruitcrocs)

crazytezza:

theravenchilde:

cherabby:

"Man humans are lame why don’t we have like wings/horns/etc"

Humans can’t even handle having different skin colors how well do you really think that would go

#basically the plot of x-men

#literally the plot of x-men 

(Source: momechas, via idrisandherdoctor)


“I am the Doctor, and I am afraid.”

“I am the Doctor, and I am afraid.”

(Source: obrozey, via geronimoeleven)

                               He rummaged in the pouch hung around his neck, and pulled out the two halves of holly still just connected by the finest thread of phoenix feather. Hermione had said that they could not be repaired, that the damage was too severe. All he knew was that if this did not work, nothing would. He laid the broken wand upon the headmaster’s desk, touched it with the very tip of the Elder Wand, and said “ Reparo .” As his wand resealed, red sparks flew out of its end. Harry knew that he had succeeded. He picked up the holly and phoenix wand and felt a sudden warmth in his fingers, as though wand and hand were rejoicing at their reunion. “I’m putting the Elder Wand,” he told Dumbledore, who was watching him with enormous affection and admiration, “back where it came from. It can stay there. If I die a natural death like Ignotus, its power will be broken, won’t it? The previous master will never have been defeated. That’ll be the end of it.” Dumbledore nodded. They smiled at each other.

(Source: ifallelseperished, via twhiddlestom)

allmymetaphors:

whenever i wanna cry i think about Van Gogh he was such a nice and lonely dude all he wanted was for people to love him he ate yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him oh god oh god that’s so sad i can’t breathe 

(via huntingreindeerinslipperysocks)