![saygoodbyetoyourchildhood:
for the intelligence that is used with cunning and ruthlessness
for the knowledgable who know what they have to do and exactly how to do it
for the ravenclaws who use their minds to rule the world
[listen] [house pride mixes]
i. Oh No! by Marina & the Diamonds ii. My Blood by Ellie Goulding iii. Virgin by Manchester Orchestra iv. Hearts a Mess by Gotye v. Ready to Start by Arcade Fire vi. Icarus by Bastille vii. Back Against the Wall by Cage the Elephant viii. Gods & Monsters by Lana Del Rey](http://24.media.tumblr.com/0722b686b18ce826c4774b0e83838825/tumblr_mnxug3uOAM1ql4x7lo1_500.png)
for the intelligence that is used with cunning and ruthlessness
for the knowledgable who know what they have to do and exactly how to do it
for the ravenclaws who use their minds to rule the world
i. Oh No! by Marina & the Diamonds ii. My Blood by Ellie Goulding iii. Virgin by Manchester Orchestra iv. Hearts a Mess by Gotye v. Ready to Start by Arcade Fire vi. Icarus by Bastille vii. Back Against the Wall by Cage the Elephant viii. Gods & Monsters by Lana Del Rey
Men of Tumblr, I’m counting on you to make this one good.
I got stuck
Pansy
Challenge accepted
Please, nothing to it.
omg
HOW EMBARRASSING!
Yes it got better finally
Let’s try this….
I feel dumb
so far so good…
And done! you know I thought there would be some kind of white girl change but this is very uneventful… I fell funny..
What…. is that jewelry??? AND A HEADBAND???
HEELS???????
GUYS IT’S A TRAP
The Last of Us creative director Neil Druckmann calls out Swedish game journal for removing Ellie from their cover.
what the fuck
/FLIPS DESK LEAVES
#omg i’d be freaking out if i was that close to being cut in half #but tony’s just ‘welp there goes the door oh well’
#i love how he just tosses it on the ground #like #‘well fuck i guess i gotta replace that now jesus”
Buy a Shirt, Save a Bun!
Craig and Larissa, Daily Bunny followers and submitters (these snuggling bunnies are theirs), have set out on a mission to help save Los Angeles’s BunnyLuv Rabbit Resource Center, a non-profit offering “education, adoption, care and supplies for domestic rabbits and the humans who love them.” To help raise funds, they’ve designed and have for sale this super-cute tee shirt; 100% of the sale proceeds of each $20 shirt will be donated to BunnyLuv. Craig writes that:
BunnyLuv is a first class organization, rescuing hundreds of homeless rabbits each year while providing rabbit care classes and events for bunny parents in the LA area. There just isn’t another place around like them.
However, the rescue has had a massive increase in bunnies being delivered to them – along with the costs of fixing, feeding, and housing each rabbit. This has put the center under financial strain. This rescue is so important to my wife and I, as well as bunny parents all over LA. It simply cannot be allowed to shut its doors.
We’re making and selling these shirts ourselves to eliminate middle man costs and give the maximum amount of support to bunnies in need.
Shirts can be purchased here for $20.
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Disclaimer: While the Daily Bunny supports this cause (and has indeed purchased a shirt already), we are not otherwise involved with this fundraiser and have no oversight over transactions or the donation of funds. One can also support BunnyLuv by making a donation directly to them or by purchasing supplies from their store (we highly recommend their Critter Castles!).
Mordin in a chiringuito in the beach
Neva and Frannie, best friends forever on an outside adventure!
Despite the frequency with which I go running, the simple truth is that I absolutely hate the act itself. I will never understand people who are able to jog for hours on a treadmill, even if they have a television positioned directly in front of them. I just can’t do it. There’s nothing in it for me. That said, I love running outside.
I control my breathing, slowly taking in the earthy smells around me: the musky, heady scent of dirt and grass or a breath of lilac, carried over from a garden. I inhale the taste of water running over rocks. Metallic. Cold. Sweet.
I love the way my feet feel, pounding against the earth. I think back to my physiology course and marvel at how thousands of years of evolution have finely tuned the human body for this. For movement. With each step, I ask myself, “How many lives have come and gone where I am now? What history has occurred beneath this exact bit of sky?” I consider that all stages of life have occurred on the underside of a leaf.
I love the wind blowing against my face. I close my eyes for a moment to take it all in. Suddenly, it’s not just a gust of air. It’s a hand carressing my face. It’s like the earth has found a way to embrace me, a way to connect me with people I can no longer see.
Then, I think about how I want to travel in the future. I think about the places I want to see and I almost pity people who think the best vacations are the ones spent hitting the top summer vacation resorts and cruises. I don’t want to spend what time or money I’ll have for traveling on that, on lounging.
I want experiences. I want adventure. I want to take in the beauty this world has to offer. I want to feel my heart tear open at the seems, so filled with the little things that so many people just let pass them by.
I want to visit ruins and run my fingers over the cracks and rubble, imagining the stories it could tell, the good and the bad. I want to scale mountains, look over the edge of a cliff, and feel like I’m at the end of the world. I want to see waterfalls and ravines and fjords and revel in the earth or water beneath my feet. I want to climb a clifface, feel that hard rock beneath my hands and know that I can make it to the top. I want to look up at the night sky and be so overwhelmed by the beauty of an aurora borealis that my breath hitches in my throat, tears spring up in my eyes, and I can’t move for fear that if I do, the weight of what is before me will crush the life from my body.
And sometimes I think of all the things I will never see. Landscapes that exist only in the imagination, in the pages of books I’ve never truly read and pixels on a screen that can only capture so much and paintings I will never create. Songs I’ve only ever heard in my dreams, echoes of something that could have been. People I will never grow to love. Ideal worlds, perfect societies, all manner of things that will never be realized.
I can feel my heart caving in, aching for more. Aching for something. It makes me realize how much I need all of this. I need to cherish the warmth of a heart beating with mine through the promise of another person’s smile or the wag of a dog’s tail. I need to appreciate the little things that get taken for granted, the good things I miss out on every day. I need to learn to take the good things with the bad, not the other way around. I need to see these things that may only ever be conjured up in my mind’s eye and the things that are out there, waiting to be known for what they’re worth.
I need to run. I need to run so that when I come home, I can show everyone else the beauty they overlook every day. I need to run because there is already enough ugliness in this world to go around. I need to run because I’ve fallen so many times and I know I’m not the only one.
but like, with the collector base suicide mission, it must be going against every instinct within morinth to even be there - her rates of personal survival are low, she’s following a human commander barely a fraction of her age and who arose from the dead not too long ago, and yet
yet morinth never falters, she stands strong and firm, sticking with shepard through to the gritty end – and if that doesn’t say something about her loyalty to shepard, then what the fuck does
