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thetalesofbasingse:

Finale Pencil Test vs Finale Final Animation

Posted 27 minutes ago // 34,423 notes
tagged : #because i love  #atla 

muslim heroines of the marvel universe: sooraya qadir, faiza hussain, monet st. croix, monica chang, kamala khan

muslim heroines of the marvel universe: sooraya qadir, faiza hussain, monet st. croix, monica chang, kamala khan

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Posted 2 hours ago // 11,377 notes

Supernatural Art Interpretations: 2/∞: The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories by The Made Shop

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Posted 3 hours ago // 9,077 notes
tagged : #supernatural 

litlpup:

i got more and more short of breath the further down i got

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Posted 1 day ago // 519,106 notes

It’s a YG thing.

It’s a YG thing.

Posted 1 day ago // 17,931 notes
tagged : #gotta admit 
dreamwurks:

inhonoredglory:

rotbtd-thebigfour:

seerseeker:

Video

MERIDA AND HICCUP IN THE DISTANCE I NEVER NOTICED UNTIL NOW

Whoa, that is good.

HOW DID YOU EDIT THE RIVER OH MY GOSH

dreamwurks:

inhonoredglory:

rotbtd-thebigfour:

seerseeker:

Video

MERIDA AND HICCUP IN THE DISTANCE I NEVER NOTICED UNTIL NOW

Whoa, that is good.

HOW DID YOU EDIT THE RIVER OH MY GOSH

Posted 1 day ago // 16,640 notes
tagged : #no how can this be 
thepeoplesrecord:

Gaza, a poemBy Nisha Bolsey
I’m walking and a man says, “If the Palestinians would just love their children more than they hate their enemy, the violence would be over.”Yes.If only.If only they would love their children.If only they had chosen the four corners(so they would die)or kept them in the middle(so they would die).If only they would have brought four-day old Noura back to life.If only they would kiss their children’s dead mouths and breathe life into them.If only they would raise their arms to the sun to block the bombs with the palms of their hands.If only they would dry the rivers of blood in the streets and pour them back into the hearts of their daughters and sons.Why don’t they?Why can’t they just pull out their own lungs and stick them into their slaughtered children’s chests?Why can’t they just sing, 24 hours a day, louder than thunder, to prevent their ears from hearing the sound of bombs?If only they would love their children, and carry their bodies up into the air, above the siege, past the blockade, into freedom.If the Al-Batsh boys’ parents had really loved them,they wouldn’t have let their insides be wrenched apart by the bomb that fell.They would use their hands to hold their limbs together so that they could stay in one piece.If only they would stop the vibrations which create sound,the sound which crashes and bleeds through their children’s ears.If only they would stop all light from traveling, so that their children wouldn’t have to see their sisters, cousins, fathers, brothers.Dead on the floor.Their house turning to rubble.Their family turning to dust.Their family turning to nothing.Their world disappearing.And why doesn’t their love sustain their children more than food?Heal the wounds from the weapons?They had seconds to leave before the bombing began.They should have thrown their children out the window,knowing they would take flightwith the wings their love had created.If only they loved Mohammed, Ahed, Zakaria and Mohammedenoughto rise above their soccer game and changethe magnetic forces of the Earth,to pull away the bomb,headed for the beach.

thepeoplesrecord:

Gaza, a poem
By Nisha Bolsey

I’m walking and a man says, “If the Palestinians would just love their children more than they hate their enemy, the violence would be over.”
Yes.
If only.
If only they would love their children.
If only they had chosen the four corners
(so they would die)
or kept them in the middle
(so they would die).
If only they would have brought four-day old Noura back to life.
If only they would kiss their children’s dead mouths and breathe life into them.
If only they would raise their arms to the sun to block the bombs with the palms of their hands.
If only they would dry the rivers of blood in the streets and pour them back into the hearts of their daughters and sons.
Why don’t they?
Why can’t they just pull out their own lungs and stick them into their slaughtered children’s chests?
Why can’t they just sing, 24 hours a day, louder than thunder, to prevent their ears from hearing the sound of bombs?
If only they would love their children, and carry their bodies up into the air, above the siege, past the blockade, into freedom.
If the Al-Batsh boys’ parents had really loved them,
they wouldn’t have let their insides be wrenched apart by the bomb that fell.
They would use their hands to hold their limbs together so that they could stay in one piece.
If only they would stop the vibrations which create sound,
the sound which crashes and bleeds through their children’s ears.
If only they would stop all light from traveling, so that their children wouldn’t have to see their sisters, cousins, fathers, brothers.
Dead on the floor.
Their house turning to rubble.
Their family turning to dust.
Their family turning to nothing.
Their world disappearing.
And why doesn’t their love sustain their children more than food?
Heal the wounds from the weapons?
They had seconds to leave before the bombing began.
They should have thrown their children out the window,
knowing they would take flight
with the wings their love had created.
If only they loved Mohammed, Ahed, Zakaria and Mohammed
enough
to rise above their soccer game and change
the magnetic forces of the Earth,
to pull away the bomb,
headed for the beach.

Posted 1 day ago // 536 notes
tagged : #this so much 

veritaaas:

Official word from Troy Duffy on who is the older brother [Boondock I commentary]

Posted 2 days ago // 558 notes

escapekit:

Matchbox 

Denver based artist Joseph Martinez works with matches boxes as his favourite media for oil paintings. The richness of details in these tiny pieces are unbelievable.

Posted 2 days ago // 254 notes
tagged : #art!!! 

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Posted 2 days ago // 204,778 notes