Friday, July 25, 2014
nipplesocks:

ultrafacts:

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Yes, because the sexual orientation of a fictional SPONGE is what really matters.

nipplesocks:

ultrafacts:

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Yes, because the sexual orientation of a fictional SPONGE is what really matters.

I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by. Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt (via proudwords)

thecivilwarparlor:

Henry O. Nightingale- Eyewitness To History-

The Assassination Of Abraham Lincoln

His 1865 diary describes one of the most infamous events in American history. On April 14, Nightingale attended a performance at Ford’s Theatre. There, he witnessed the assassination of President Abraham Lincoln by John Wilkes Booth. Nightingale recounted the horrific scene, writing:

Transcription

A beautiful April day. Remained all day in the Hospital. In the evening, attended Ford’s Theatre and in the last act a most astounding crime was committed the President; Mr. Lincoln, shot through the head, the assassin then leaped out of the box on the stage and drew a large dagger and exclaimed “I have done it. Virginia is avenged. Sic semper tyrannis” and made his escape. the President was conveyed to a neighboring house in dying condition. a fearful night is this. Other [monstrous] crimes the Secretary of State his sons and [illegible] servants staffed found [illegible] God pit the rebellion now for men, will how no mercy death to every Confederate my Rebel sympathies, intense excitement all over the City. is under Martial Law.
Henry O. Nightingale (1844-1919) was an abolitionist from Rochester, New York who at 18 years of age enlisted in the Northern army at the start of the Civil War. Nightingale fought in numerous battles, including the Battle of Gettysburg.

    Read Nightingale’s account of Lincoln’s assassination

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fizzylimon:

thepioden:

inexorablyacademic:

sodomymcscurvylegs:

cameralinz:

“Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?” The whisper was barely audible; her lips were an inch from his ear, her head bent so low that her long hair shielded his face from the onlookers. “Yes,” he breathed back. He felt the hand on his chest contract; her nails pierced him. Then it was withdrawn. She had sat up. “He is dead!” Narcissa Malfoy called to the watchers.

In the end, Voldemort’s fate twice came down to the choice of a woman, a mother.

Rock ‘n roll.

Harry Potter as a series repeatedly tells us never to underestimate a mother’s love. Lilly’s love for Harry nearly killed Voldemort the first time, Narcissa’s love for Draco set him up for his real death, and Voldemort’s greatest general was killed by Molly, a mother who loved all of her children and feared losing any more to the magical war.

Bitches. Get. Stuff. Done.

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If you asked me to pick my favorite Harry Potter character, I would have a hard time picking between Luna Lovegood and Narcissa Malfoy. 

But like okay, regarding the above, Harry Potter is the heir to the Blacks, to her family, it starts off kind of politically and she has to make sure he doesn’t ruin anything or throw away any other important heirlooms and then they become buddies and Harry is babysitting Teddy one day and Narcissa is kinda punched in the heart with the realization that yes, this is her baby grand-nephew and she eventually reconciles with Andromeda and then I have a lot of Black Family Feelings.

Alternately, AU in which Narcissa Malfoy and Molly Weasley team up and together they Fight Crime As Badass Moms. 

Posts like this make me appreciate fanfic in ways I probably wouldn’t were it not for tumblr. I’m not about to dive into fanfic or anything, but like those are legitimately cool ideas and I’m genuinely pleased that there are people out there who are so excited to think them.

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albarnxinsanity:

Dragons because dragons are fucking awesome.

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But if I tell you that I’m feeling depressed, I don’t want you to tiptoe around me. I’m just letting you know so that you understand that whatever it is that is dragging me down isn’t on you. That’s not your burden to bear. And even your just being around me and treating me like I’m still just another normal human being with a correctly calibrated emotional spectrum helps. Treat me like I’m me, not like I’m going to shatter at every moment. That helps more than you could ever know. Ella Ceron, 10 Confessions of Someone with Depression (via falafelforlife)

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ancientpeoples:

Mosaic Floor from Villelaure with Diana and Callisto Surrounded by Hunt Scenes
Gallo-Roman
3rd century AD.
Source: Los Angeles County Museum of Art

ancientpeoples:

Mosaic Floor from Villelaure with Diana and Callisto Surrounded by Hunt Scenes

Gallo-Roman

3rd century AD.

Source: Los Angeles County Museum of Art

cantankerousquince:

Kneehigh Theatre are an astounding company, if you ever get the chance to see one of their shows, do it.