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karengilans:

Movies Watched in 2014 Ender’s Game

"In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him."

I found this to be a sincerely good homage to an incredible novel.

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thorin-odinson:

richard armitage | (26/?) Ricky Deeming

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Reblog if you dont have a bra on.

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fuckyeahfluiddynamics:

The mystery of the roaming rocks of Death Valley’s Racetrack Playa may be at an end. Since their discovery in the 1940s, researchers have speculated about what conditions on the playa could cause 15+ kg rocks to slide tens or hundreds of meters across the dry lakebed. But the rare nature of the movement and the remoteness of the location had prevented direct observation of the phenomenon until last December when a research team caught the rocks in motion (see the timelapse animation above or the source video). Winter rain and snow had created a shallow ice-encrusted pond across the playa by the time the researchers arrived to check their previously installed equipment. Late one sunny morning, the melting ice, only millimeters thick, cracked into plates tens of meters wide and began to move under the light breeze (~4-5 m/s). Despite its windowpane-like thickness, the ice pushed GPS-instrumented rocks up to hundreds of meters at speeds of 2-5 m/min. It took just the right mix of conditions—sun, wind, snow, and water—but the two ice-shoving instances the team observed go a long way toward explaining the sailing rocks. (Image credits: R. Norris et al.; J. Norris, source video; NASA Goddard; via Discover and SciAm)

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Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother
Lafayette
1923
V&A

Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother

Lafayette

1923

V&A

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fauxkaren:

quantumblog:

trying-to-resonate-concrete:

Dear STFU-Moffat and associates,

From now on, I insist you describe Steven Moffat as “Emmy-award winning writer Steven Moffat.” Just to make sure you’re being fair.

Emmy-award winning writer Steven Moffat is a queerbaiting…

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I have this latent hope that, if I collect enough acne scars, I’ll just end up looking like Edward James Olmos.

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beatonna:

Comics!
Part 1 of a series on Soseki’s Kokoro.  Click through for more!

I’m actually reading this RIGHT NOW. 

beatonna:

Comics!

Part 1 of a series on Soseki’s Kokoro.  Click through for more!

I’m actually reading this RIGHT NOW. 

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leupagus:

mariusperkins:

I’m all wrapped up in sunshine

Underneath a sky of blue

I’m sailin’ on a sunbeam on my way to you

OKAY LISTEN UP MOTHERFUCKERS. Like so many in fandom, I am a huge ass sucker for the found families/created families trope. You wave that flag in front of me and I am charging in, no holds barred. And “Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries” has the found families trope nailed down, screwed in, and welded on. It’s fuckin’ amazing.

Instead of going picture by picture, I’ll just explain everybody and let you figure out who’s who (hint: it’s pretty obvious):

Aunt Prudence - the only one (along with her son) actually related to Phryne. Comes from old money and disapproves of her nieces shenaniganery, but helps a lot with various investigations. Is surprisingly awesome. Sits on the board of the hospital that employs…

Dr. Elizabeth “Mac” MacMillan - tweed-wearing, medical-degree-having, lesbian-being BFF of Phryne and has been since they were kids. Takes zero shit and gives zero fucks; the pilot episode has her and Phryne “testing” some coke they find, because YOLO essentially. She is basically my moon and stars. Treats a patient that’s brought to her hospital by…

Cec and Bert - if they have real names, I don’t know them, and that’s probably the way they’d like it. They are, no lie, commie-loving cab drivers who are occasionally employed by Phryne to do various odd jobs (of varying legality); they’ve also been known to hire Phryne themselves. They do everything from work as extras on a film to acting as waiters for a last-minute soiree. They are grumpy bickering assholes who adore…

Jane Fisher - foster-daughter (and now adopted daughter) of Phryne, who hates children but adores Jane. Found stowing away in a train after stealing valuable jewelry, so obviously Phryne loves her to death. Is incredibly smart and has a tendency to either stab or punch people she doesn’t like. Is close friends with…

Mr. Butler - which is actually his last name, amazingly; he’s the butler of the house, but is also the confidant, advisor, and supplier of munitions in any situation that calls for firepower. Has a tendency to get drugged at least once a season, but he doesn’t seem to mind much. Shares household responsibilities with…

Dot Williams - a former maid who was falsely accused of murder; hired by Phryne as her companion/social secretary/co-detective in the first episode after she conquered her fear of the telephone. Incredibly devout, deeply empathetic, and has been known to hold her boyfriend at gunpoint. Speaking of whom…

Hugh Collins - bright-eyed and bushy-tailed constable for the police; kind of personifies the “failing upwards” trope, but he’s like the labrador of the bunch and you really can’t hate him. Also looks really good without his shirt on. I’m just saying. Subordinate to…

Jack Robinson - described at one point as “the man with the dulcet tones,” AND BOY HOWDY IT’S TRUE. Detective Inspector, coin-collector, bicyclist, and at this point a professional Phryne Fisher fancier. If I could have sexual relations with someone’s voice, this is the dude I’d choose because seriously Jesus fuck.

And there you have it - the family that makes up the core of this show. They don’t always get along - they don’t even always like each other that much - but they are all part of Phryne’s family, and she risks her life for them (and they risk their lives for her) and at the end of the day, that’s a pretty good demonstration of love.

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