redtailedhawk90

Who looks at a blog and thinks, "This could be a little more sonic?"

sixpenceee:

fluxmachine:

itscolossal:

Artist Kevin Weir Creates Ghostly Animated GIFs Using Archival Photos from the Library of Congress [Sponsor]

I was featured on colossal today, very exciting.

Woah this is amazing. 

konora:

One of the treasures I’ve hoarded. It’s a journal, but it’s got some great concept art of the Andalite and Yeerk ships on the cover.

notmargaery:

*university voice* unfortunately… we have too much money… so we have to raise tuition so we can build a place to keep all the other money in… so sorry unavoidable

tamorapierce:

chewiesmiles:

via Mike Brown: Facts and dog whistles by Jonathan Korman (@miniver)

Part I here

I don’t care if he was smoking a doobie a mile long, it wasn’t a shooting offense.  Stealing cigars, if true, wasn’t a shooting offense.  He could have been letting air out of the tires of the chief’s fucking tires and it still wouldn’t be a shooting offense, you know why?  THERE IS NO CRIME IN THIS COUNTRY THAT IS A SHOOTING OFFENSE.  Even if he’d been jailed, arraigned, gone through all the procedures of court for felony murder in a death penalty state, been found guilty and exhausted all of his appeals, no one could shoot him.  As it was, he was walking down the street.

Walking.  Because that’s what dangerous guilty horrible criminal persons do in this country, friends and neighbors, they walk down the street, ignoring the police officer in such a perverse, vicious, and heinous manner that the police officer, protecting and serving his tightly gripped ass off, shoots him.  Multiple times.  Because everyone knows the white policeman would never just plain haul off and shoot an innocent man in these United Racist States.

I hate this.  There will never be justice here.  Never.

sizvideos:

Video

juliedillon:

New Illustration: Space Sirens
The last remaining astronaut watched helplessly as his comrades left the ship one by one and were carried away deeper into the nebula. He told himself that he would not succumb the way his shipmates had; he knew he would struggle. But the creatures, if they could even be called that, somehow seemed to know him, and when his turn came and the singing of the cosmos reached a crescendo in his ears, his mind emptied of all but the desire to join them in the void. Gazing into the creature’s face, he mused on how tender, how gentle its embrace seemed to be, and even as his oxygen supply dwindled he did not resist. 

juliedillon:

New Illustration: Space Sirens

The last remaining astronaut watched helplessly as his comrades left the ship one by one and were carried away deeper into the nebula. He told himself that he would not succumb the way his shipmates had; he knew he would struggle. But the creatures, if they could even be called that, somehow seemed to know him, and when his turn came and the singing of the cosmos reached a crescendo in his ears, his mind emptied of all but the desire to join them in the void. Gazing into the creature’s face, he mused on how tender, how gentle its embrace seemed to be, and even as his oxygen supply dwindled he did not resist. 

jathis:

cartel:

walking into the wrong class

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THAT OWL LOOKS SO FUCKING

BEFUDDLED

“Finally they get to this wrecked, deserted, nighttime, Dalek-invaded street, civilazation gone. And from the greatest possible distance, there they are: her with her great big gun and him with the TARDIS. And they run towards each other, like the biggest romance you’ve ever seen. - Russell T. Davies

AU - Nine and Rose wallsex

timothy-jackson-drake-wayne:

a little bird was stuck in a crack in the sidewalk outside the mcdonalds where i work so i got some gloves and helped it out. then it decided i was its bff apparently

dogsihavepet:

Angie is a therapy dog who comes into the library and lets kids read to her so that kids who are struggling with reading can gain confidence. Every time I’ve seen her in the library she’s always wagging her tail for the kids and is very attentive.

dogsihavepet:

Angie is a therapy dog who comes into the library and lets kids read to her so that kids who are struggling with reading can gain confidence. Every time I’ve seen her in the library she’s always wagging her tail for the kids and is very attentive.

The Shape of Words

abadplanwellexecuted:

Ten/Rose, ~2000 words, Teen-ish

Angst (seriously, it’s like 98% pathos)

EDIT: Constructive criticism and critique welcome on this one — feel free, negative opinions OK, and all that.  I promise I won’t take offense.   

EDIT #2:  Ack, I forgot to thank helplesslynerdy, who read through this ages ago.  Thaaaank you Ashley! 

It’s a curious thing, causality.  The possibilities of every microsecond, a spider web of moments, colliding, deflecting, forming probability vertices and bottlenecks of likelihood, or circling back on themselves, cementing fixed points and shunting other streams off into the infinite array of never-weres and might-have-beens. 

And, every now and then, there’s the rare binary—one particular instance that spirals around itself, synchronous timelines never intersecting, and with each possibility equal in weight.  A double helix of time, branching off from a single choice.  Yes-or-no.  On-or-off.  He-loves-me, he-loves-me-not.

In this case, it’s definitely the former.

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allegoricalrose:

Tenth Doctor / Rose touch trajectory through Series 2

This is what happens when a behavioural scientist gets tired of hearing ‘clingy girlfriend’ comments…

For notes and a longer description, see here

Bonus fact: the biggest difference in touch frequencies was in the Rise of the Cybermen / Age of Steel two-parter, where the Doctor initiated touching five times to her one.
Sept. 15 6:30 pm

justice4mikebrown: