The Ultimate Ginge: June 29th. Catholic Party on Tumblr. Be there. And Reblog.

curioustruths:

In the midst of the terrible and messy and difficult business of standing up for the truth and learning and following it yourself in the meantime (because nobody’s perfect least of all me and it sucks) lets not forget how awesome and blessed it is to get to be part of the One,…

hachikat:

Amira from Otoyomegatari
This amazing costume was hand-embroidered. It won the cosplayer her way to the EuroCosplay championships in London in October.
@ Desucon 2013

hachikat:

Amira from Otoyomegatari

This amazing costume was hand-embroidered. It won the cosplayer her way to the EuroCosplay championships in London in October.

@ Desucon 2013


Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?

Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?

Fandoms

SuperWhoLock: The big three. The uber fandoms. The monsters that run around ruining hipster posts. Everyone loves at least one of these fandoms and some are lucky to be in all three.

HetaStuck: The awesome, animated two. These used to be two rival fandoms that now coexist in peace. They often meet to discuss the complexities of shipping.

And then you have the mother fandom. The first fandom. The fandom to end all fandoms. The fandom that other fandoms only dream about being in: Harry Potter

But they were all of them deceived, for another fandom was made. In the land of England, in Pembroke College, Oxford, the university professor J.R.R. Tolkien forged in secret, a master fandom, to control all others. And into this fandom he poured all his wisdom, his knowledge and his will to influence all life. One fandom to rule them all: The Lord of the Rings.

Avengers: butts

If the music of great composers could talk, this is what they would sound like:

Bach: Try to touch my terrifyingly terrific tongue twisting counterpoint that takes too much time!

Beethoven: BANG. BANG. Oh my I'm sorry I shot you but BANG.

Bruckner: I only have I only have I only have I only have one idea.

Tchaikovsky: (monumental weeping) OH MY GOD YOU GUYYYYYYYYYYYYYS.

Mahler: Oh my oh dear oh my! SING ANGELS SING!

Schoenberg: li;erhjgoeirujfcoiaw