September12012
naikaynailsk: My current mani. Loving the colours on these! So electric.

naikaynailsk:

My current mani.
Loving the colours on these! So electric.

(via fuckyeahnailart)
June292012

dragonmuse:

samantha-sno-white:

the-glint-off-her-spectacles:

destielshipsjohnlock:

don’t you wish such place existed

They would be divided according to fandom. Crossover fics would appear in all the fandoms they reference. The smut section would have red lighting (for red light districts, duh) and the fluff section would have bean bags and stuffed animals. The angst section would be between fluff and smut so you can cope as you choose. There would be divisions according to pairings. Fan art would decorate the walls. There would be special nights for readings. The computers could be used to write fic and reference the original canon. Each fandom section would be decorated according to the corresponding fandom. The staff would wear cosplays from various fandoms.

*sobs quietly because this doesn’t exist*

I don’t think it would be a store. It would be a library. It’s one of the things I love about fandom. We share, recommend, support and thanks to what started as a legal restriction, money is never involved. It’s a community….I should probably mention I’m a librarian. So bias. But otherwise, I would probably spend a good portion of my life in this location.
June212012

mantebellum:

“I’m apologise for before by the way. The… stalker routine.”

“Oh - that. Don’t worry about it.”

“It’s just, when I was a kid you were something of a hero to me. Well, not ‘something’ you were my hero.”

“Huh. I’d have thought I was a bit… before your time.”

“Perhaps, a little. But… I really needed a hero back then. You helped me get through. So again, it’s an honour.”

(Source: myrpblog221b, via theprisonerofasgard)
June192012
westishere: He knew something is wrong from the moment he saw him walking into the hall. His usual aurora of arrogance is gone. His hair is longer. His appearance has aged. He embraces him tightly, whispering over and over again that he is sorry, sorry for everything, that he will always love him no matter what happens, and he will forgive everything about him. And when they parted, he sees tears in his eyes. “…do you understand, brother?” This is his brother, yet this is not his brother. No, he doesn’t understand. And this scares him.  * (time set after Thor’s banishment and before Loki discovering his origin)

westishere:

He knew something is wrong from the moment he saw him walking into the hall. His usual aurora of arrogance is gone. His hair is longer. His appearance has aged. He embraces him tightly, whispering over and over again that he is sorry, sorry for everything, that he will always love him no matter what happens, and he will forgive everything about him. And when they parted, he sees tears in his eyes.

“…do you understand, brother?”

This is his brother, yet this is not his brother. No, he doesn’t understand. And this scares him. 

* (time set after Thor’s banishment and before Loki discovering his origin)
June182012

dragonmuse:

It’s like skittles! I would taste this rainbow.

(Source: strawmeadow)
9PM
westishere: We all want someone there to hold We all wanna be somebody’s one and only We all wanna be warm when it’s cold No one wants to be left scared and lonelylyrics from We All Want Love by Rihanna. (x) Hippie themed Thor and Loki. The idea popped up when I listened to this song and it refuses to leave. I love this song to bits.

westishere:

We all want someone there to hold
We all wanna be somebody’s one and only
We all wanna be warm when it’s cold
No one wants to be left scared and lonely

lyrics from We All Want Love by Rihanna. (x)

Hippie themed Thor and Loki. The idea popped up when I listened to this song and it refuses to leave. I love this song to bits.
1PM

chazmcintyre:

The crazy folks at Art Lebedev are constantly coming up with the craziest (and best) ideas, the Bulavkus USB flash drive is no exception.

An interesting mix between design, tech and fashion, the Bulavkus is simply a safety pin with a flash drive on it. The idea is so simple it’s kind of silly, but it’s also a part of it’s genius. You want to keep your information safe? There’s no better place than on your person.

(via really-shit)
1PM

enochliew:

Brooklyn Army Terminal ‘Building B’ by Cass Gilbert

The staggered balconies allowed for cranes to pick up or deliver items from various levels without interference from the floor above.

June172012
memosfromfury: [Submitted by: vintageandroid Referring to new recruits or lower-ranking agents as “redshirts” is expressly forbidden, as is artificially inflating the “mortality rate” to 90%.  HR is having a hard time keeping Transfer Request forms on file as it is.]

memosfromfury:

[Submitted by: vintageandroid

Referring to new recruits or lower-ranking agents as “redshirts” is expressly forbidden, as is artificially inflating the “mortality rate” to 90%.  HR is having a hard time keeping Transfer Request forms on file as it is.]
1AM
historical-nonfiction: John Clem was only 10 years old when he ran away to win the Civil War. (“It was necessary that the Union should be preserved,” he later wrote, “and my help was obviously needed.”) Rejected by Michigan’s 22nd infantry regiment, he tagged along anyway as a drummer boy and rode into Chickamauga seated on a caisson and carrying a musket sawed off to match his size. When a Confederate colonel rode up and yelled “Surrender, you damned little Yankee!” Clem shot him, winning instant fame as “the drummer boy of Chickamauga.” He went on to fight at Perrysville, Murfreesboro, Kennesaw Mountain, Peach Tree Creek, and Atlanta. After the war Ulysses Grant, now president, appointed him second lieutenant; when he retired as a brigadier general in 1915 he was the only Civil War veteran still on duty. “There is no more popular officer in the army,” wrote the New York Times. “Colonel Clem is the son-in-law of a Confederate veteran, and this fact he often cites in conversation with friends as proof of the fact that he is the most ‘united American’ extant.” He died in San Antonio in 1937.

historical-nonfiction:

John Clem was only 10 years old when he ran away to win the Civil War. (“It was necessary that the Union should be preserved,” he later wrote, “and my help was obviously needed.”) Rejected by Michigan’s 22nd infantry regiment, he tagged along anyway as a drummer boy and rode into Chickamauga seated on a caisson and carrying a musket sawed off to match his size. When a Confederate colonel rode up and yelled “Surrender, you damned little Yankee!” Clem shot him, winning instant fame as “the drummer boy of Chickamauga.”

He went on to fight at Perrysville, Murfreesboro, Kennesaw Mountain, Peach Tree Creek, and Atlanta. After the war Ulysses Grant, now president, appointed him second lieutenant; when he retired as a brigadier general in 1915 he was the only Civil War veteran still on duty. “There is no more popular officer in the army,” wrote the New York Times. “Colonel Clem is the son-in-law of a Confederate veteran, and this fact he often cites in conversation with friends as proof of the fact that he is the most ‘united American’ extant.” He died in San Antonio in 1937.
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