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spa1ce:

Beautiful moving shots. Brilliant.

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englishpracticenow:

commonly misused words - learn the proper usage of these words to get your way up to any English proficiency exams - IELTS, TOEFL, GRE, etc.

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shutupandenjoytheshow:

When you do something embarrassing in front of people

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dub-em:

wordsofivory requested Cecil and Carlos from Welcome to Night Vale in either #1 or #11 for the palette meme, so here’s the end result!

I like to think that everyone in Night Vale gets around either by haunted subway or horse (except for Carlos, who probably owns a car/truck).  Headlights come standard with the horses, of course.

Thank you for the prompt, lady!  I hope you like this!

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"As a queer person of color, I have been told all my life that I will never play the romantic lead, and that’s fucked up. When they say that, what they’re actually telling you is that your love story doesn’t exist."

- Dylan Marron, SDCC 2014 (via ivory-spirals)

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averagedopeydope:

uskftw:

all1sees:

division

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square roots

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dividing percentages

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IT EVEN FOILS

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beautiful.

i just checked ALL of these on my calculator and they are all correct

all. fucking. correct.

DAYUM, SON! IF ONLY THIS WAS AVIALABLE WHEN I WAS ON SCHOOL >:(

HAH! You kids. When I was in school, it wouldn’t help because we still used Roman numerals back then!

AHAHAHAHAHA-

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oh my god

i’ll just be over here shutting the fuck up right about now

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kytri:

I finished Josie and the Angels.

I’m kinda proud of this actually.

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otterlogic:

So I saw this awesome headcanon that carlosmanofscienza posted, and I just had to draw it.

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maxkirin:

"This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.” - Gary Provost

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scifigrl47:

Peter stared at the tree. “I don’t want to come up there. But I will if I have to.” He leaned in. “I am warning you. I will come up there.”

The tree did not respond. Peter wondered if he really wanted to go up there. Again.

The flicker of light, in the corner of his eye, caught his attention a split second before it coalesced into a burst of heat, and then the Human Torch was hovering in the air, just above Peter’s head. “Hey, Webhead. Whatcha doing in the park in the middle of the night?”

“Meditating,” Peter told him. “And I need serenity and solitude to do it right. So you should go now.”

Laughing, Johnny Storm landed, his flames dissipating in a heartbeat. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing. Go away.”

Johnny looked around. “No. Seriously. What are you doing here?”

“Shoo. Flame on, or whatever it is you do, go.” Peter made a shooing motion with his hands, flipping his fingers in Johnny’s direction. “Away with you. Off you go. So long, farewell, auf widersehen, good-night!” he sang.

“Is there a crime happening that I can’t see?” Johnny held up a hand, flames swirling around his wrist and up his fingers. “I figured there was crime. But no. It’s just you. Talking to a tree.”

“I’m communing with nature,” Peter said. “Need a private moment with the tree.”

“Buddy, if you’re looking for privacy, you shouldn’t wear that outfit. Kinda loud.”

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porpentine:

i’m into really low commitment hangouts like lying on the floor near each other or falling asleep together or falling into an endless void together

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underthenerdhood:

a little girl who grows up thinking all doors are automatic but actually she’s haunted by a really polite ghost

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kadeart:

Night Fury Attack

The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself ….

i just died  from all the cuteness 

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hadlais:blatherversity:

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Sea Slicks

Whenever there is an oil spill in the world’s oceans, a sea slick is “born”. Countless animals lose their lives to the thick, clinging clutches of oil, dying miserable, wretchedly drawn-out deaths. Sea slicks are born of the lost souls of those animals and the sludge that bound and choked the life from them. As such, sea slicks are always referred to as “they” and “them” rather than “it”, and it’s said that if you chance upon a sea slick near the surface, their soft, melancholy vocalisations carry the haunting remnants of sea birds and the whispers of shoals of fish.

Despite their fearsome appearances, they are very much docile creatures, preferring to near-constantly swim through the depths and the quiet of the sea they were robbed from. Sea slicks are amortal, being unable to die, as they were never truly what we would call “alive” to begin with. Over time, however, sea slicks do disintegrate, usually over the span of several years, losing pieces of semi-sentient oil to the surface waters.

Ambitious wixes track sea slicks to gather these pieces, as they make especially valuable, durable invisibility cloaks capable of protecting wearers from even the deadliest of spells.

I love this! Modern, industrial fantasy creatures. Wow, so cool!

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