because-sterek:

godfrapp:

Does anyone else go on Wikipedia to look something up and then click on a bunch of random links and then half an hour later you’re 10 articles deep into the inner workings of Vietnamese politics

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pintoinlove:

Chris Pine daydreams

Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged? You are iron. And you are strong.

n.t. (via thelittle-hobbit)

Damn right you’re iron, and do you know where iron comes from? Do you know how iron gets here? Let me tell you.

It does start with a star, but it’s not some dismal castoff from an eternal beauty, it’s so much more. Everything that makes our world came from stars, but nothing had as much effect on that star as iron.

See the sun burning in the sky? The light you see and the heat you feel are created when the sun fuses elements, the building blocks of our world, into new and heavier elements. The sun lives because more energy comes from that process than is needed to support it.

UNTIL IRON COMES ALONG.

Fusing iron — burning it to make a star shine — is nigh on impossible. Iron is strong and iron is heavy. Iron is so strong and so heavy that to make new elements from iron takes more energy than it produces. The star can’t keep up, it starts to die.

The iron that flows through your veins KILLED A STAR.

Those other metals that we so value, like gold, owe their existence to iron. As the star died it collapsed, crushing itself and making gold and platinum and other precious and powerful things. Then it exploded and scattered those metals throughout space.

Chief among them was iron. The iron whose formation was the death knell of the star. The iron whose intensity made other metals possible. The iron that was the last thing the living star could make.

Stars lived to make iron.

Stars died to make you.

(via noctumsolis)

muchymozzarella:

marauduhs:

"It’s just a morality tale, it’s obvious which gift is best, which one you’d choose—"

The three of them spoke at the same time: Hermione said, “the cloak,” Ron said, “the wand,” and Harry said, “the stone.”

They looked at each other, half surprised, half amused.

"It’s just a morality tale" 

And it’s amazing what each choice tells you about each person

Harry, who’s lost loved ones, whose life has been miserable without they who died, who fears losing the loved ones he still has, would want the stone. 

Hermione, who has ambitions, dreams, and so many opportunities and possibilities open to her, who would use a time turner just to take classes, would prolong life and live it to the fullest, would want the cloak to keep death away until she was finished. 

Ron, whose family has been looked down on, who has loved ones he wants to protect and enemies he wants to vanquish, who is strong and values strength, would choose the wand. 

verifascinating:

4aab:

사진 트레이싱

headcanon shore leave accepted

verifascinating:

4aab:

사진 트레이싱

headcanon shore leave accepted

I believe in luck and fate and I believe in karma, that the energy you put out in the world comes back to meet you.

airyairyquitecontrary:

unhand me
lower me gently to the floor, then unhand me

airyairyquitecontrary:

unhand me

lower me gently to the floor, then unhand me

x

bencumber:

For anyone visiting London: the essential pilgrimage stops 

1. Your skin may never be perfect, and that’s okay.

2. Life is too short not to have the underwear, the coffee, and the haircut you want.

3. Everyone (including your family, your coworkers, and your best friend) will talk about you behind your back, and you’ll talk about them too. It doesn’t mean you don’t love each other.

4. It’s okay to spend money on things that make you happy.

5. Sometimes without fault or reason, relationships deteriorate. It will happen when you’re six, it will happen when you’re sixty. That’s life.

Five things I am trying very hard to accept (via aumoe)
  • me: this fic fucked me up so bad and i cried for hours
  • me: here read it

Chris Pine → Into Darkness Photocall; Berlin, Germany [source]