zohbugg:

This movie was gold.

19,440 notes   •   July 30 2014, 10:58 PM   •   VIA   •   SOURCE
Top five scenes in Pacific Rim

brianxeller:

  1. that one part where the whole movie
6,554 notes   •   July 30 2014, 10:57 PM   •   VIA   •   SOURCE
IT IS
IT REALLY IS
I DON’T KNOW ANOTHER WAY TO SHOW MY 1000% AGREEMENT WITH THAT STATEMENT OTHER THAN CAPSLOCK
but also LOL thank you for reblogging my jennifer morrison picture!

IT IS

IT REALLY IS

I DON’T KNOW ANOTHER WAY TO SHOW MY 1000% AGREEMENT WITH THAT STATEMENT OTHER THAN CAPSLOCK

but also LOL thank you for reblogging my jennifer morrison picture!

also have this picture of the woee panel because it was pretty much the only panel i went to lol

also have this picture of the woee panel because it was pretty much the only panel i went to lol

1 note   •   July 30 2014, 10:42 PM
#woee   
but here, have this picture of me and jennifer morrison

but here, have this picture of me and jennifer morrison

it occurs to me that i went to comic con and i didn’t make a post about it, nor did i post about it while i was there. whoops.

all you need to know is

now, with all of that out there, i can also say that it’s very likely that i won’t go next year because in the five days that i was there, the above is the only good that happened. it was literally waiting in line for everything, having to wait among hordes of people (some of which were downright rude), and volunteering, which was such a headache. plus, i rode the train back with lauren and there were no fucking seats to sit in because amtrak is a fucking dick and oversold the amount of tickets to get the most money. so it was basically standing room only for the hour and a half it took to get back to irvine.

so

there ya have it.

caroline’s third and possibly final year at comic con: some cool things but mostly mediocre or downright terrible all-around.

can also be billed as: that one time i waited in line to get onto an aircraft carrier with lauren and mara for three hours and didn’t get on. to an aircraft carrier. an enormous fucking boat that could probably fit double the amount of people they actually let on.

at least i shook julia ormond’s hand.

6 notes   •   July 30 2014, 10:36 PM
#sdcc   

dane-dehaan:

url graphic starlorrd

I look around and you know what I see? Losers! But life’s giving us a chance.

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usagi-no-mikoto:

fyeahlilbit3point0:

Iconic

The only part of the dub that will ever matter to me

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On Being Human

fables-of-the-reconstruction:

Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence
Behold the Forms of nature. They discern
Unerringly the Archtypes, all the verities
Which mortals lack or indirectly learn.
Transparent in primordial truth, unvarying,
Pure Earthness and right Stonehood from their clear,
High eminence are seen; unveiled, the seminal
Huge Principles appear.

The Tree-ness of the tree they know-the meaning of
Arboreal life, how from earth’s salty lap
The solar beam uplifts it; all the holiness
Enacted by leaves’ fall and rising sap;

But never an angel knows the knife-edged severance
Of sun from shadow where the trees begin,
The blessed cool at every pore caressing us
-An angel has no skin.

They see the Form of Air; but mortals breathing it
Drink the whole summer down into the breast.
The lavish pinks, the field new-mown, the ravishing
Sea-smells, the wood-fire smoke that whispers Rest.
The tremor on the rippled pool of memory
That from each smell in widening circles goes,
The pleasure and the pang —can angels measure it?
An angel has no nose.

The nourishing of life, and how it flourishes
On death, and why, they utterly know; but not
The hill-born, earthy spring, the dark cold bilberries.
The ripe peach from the southern wall still hot
Full-bellied tankards foamy-topped, the delicate
Half-lyric lamb, a new loaf’s billowy curves,
Nor porridge, nor the tingling taste of oranges.
—An angel has no nerves.

Far richer they! I know the senses’ witchery
Guards us like air, from heavens too big to see;
Imminent death to man that barb’d sublimity
And dazzling edge of beauty unsheathed would be.
Yet here, within this tiny, charmed interior,
This parlour of the brain, their Maker shares
With living men some secrets in a privacy
Forever ours, not theirs.

C. S. Lewis

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the-wolf-and-moon:

Bolivia, Where You Can Walk on the Sky

thewritersramblings:

House Martell + Ladies

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#asoiaf