Closet Fangirl

Hi I talk too much and Gravity Falls has taken over my life. Personal/fandom blog, I blog whatever I want and have too many tags to count. enjoy!   [[]]


YOLO. He is everywhere…

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[2-4/10] characters: the Sand Siblings

» Together as one family we are so much stronger than when we stand alone in the dark «

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im predictable but at least its matching the bipper i drew

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Oh my god

I’ve watched this 3-second clip like eighteen times 


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Mega Absol is adorable

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So sorry, but STAN, JEEZ YOU’LL DO ANYTHING TO PROTECT THOSE KIDS. SO BADASS. Season 2 is already a great masterpiece.

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The Astoria Column on Flickr.

The column was erected in 1926 by the Great Northern Railway Company. The structure is covered in sgraffito (a plaster muraling technique) that spirals from top to bottom depicting the story of European settlers chasing, persecuting, and enslaving the Native Tribes of the Northwest.
While at the base of the structure I overheard a Native American visitor say “It’s fitting that the monument is a massive phallus.”

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Buy Prints at Society6.

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inspiration/eating disorder recovery support here :)

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Pokemon 52 & 53: cash kitten and money cat

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are you ever in the middle of saying something or showing someone something and you realize that literally no one cares 

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And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.

Thank you for writing this. It made me cry, but oh I am so relieved to see the yearning for the stars.

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Exodia obliterates a little too much