Everyone Give It Up For Knickolas Pterodactyl Hob. Rue Certainly Has

well shit

at least we found him?

The intern responsible for running Joja Co. official Tumblr account has been accidentally shipped to the North Pole. If you see him, please tell him that he will not be paid for the days that he was absent.

I'm so honoured 💕💕💕💕💕

Ellie and Charlie

TLOU Advent fic #16 for @elpickett

Ellie paused. “If all the seas were dried up, what would Neptune say?”

There was a confused beat. “What?”

“If,” Ellie repeated, slower, “all the seas were dried up, what would Neptune say?” She looked up, a gradual, smug smile spreading across her face.

Joel sighed and rubbed his eyes. He wasn’t so quick at picking up when she was joking around, or maybe she was just too good at disguising puns in regular conversation now.

“I don’t know. What.”

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I’ve recently seen the idea of Jaskier being incredibly skilled with a dagger/sword/bow etc. becoming more popular and I am very excited

Basically he’s multiclassing as a bard/rogue and he’s damn good at it.

Years of learning every instrument and song he came across and talking his way into and out of trouble lent him to quick hands and an even quicker tongue

Subsequently years of getting too drunk at shady bars and fucking noblemens wives, sons, daughters, have led to him picking up a few... necessary skills for his survival

Be that knowing where to punch a man to make him fall or how much power to put behind a dagger so it finds purchase in a pursuers gut, he was no damsel

But sometimes it was nice to not have to always watch your back, to not always have to sit facing the door and sleep close to the window, so when Geralt came along, he made some assumptions, and it wasn’t Jaskiers job to correct him, so he let the Witcher do what he did best, no not kill monsters, he let him protect.

"You're next, bitch." - with love, Daphne

Bottomless vales and boundless floods,

And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,

[...]

Mountains toppling evermore

Into seas without a shore;

Seas that restlessly aspire,

Surging, unto skies of fire;

[...]

There the traveller meets, aghast,

Sheeted Memories of the Past-

Shrouded forms that start and sigh

As they pass the wanderer by-

White-robes forms of friends long given,

In agony, to the Earth - and Heaven.

—Dreamland, Edgar Allen Poe

half of my brain is screaming about THAT ending and the other half is playing ra ra rasputin on a loop

i cannot be the first person to post this here but i am going so fucking insane about the gaia music collective's one day choir singing wait for me. the opening harmonies are you KIDDING me

I saw this, went 'cool photo' only to realise it was in fact a painting. This is actually insane

Lo so, siete a bocca aperta. L’opera è di Darian Rodriguez Mederos, classe 1992, artista cubano di cui sentiremo parlare ancora.

via Jacopo Veneziani 

it begins....