Vic. 24. Cosplayer. Student (when in the mood). Bird Lover. Bunny owner. Nonbinary. They/them. I complain about school a lot and cry over Rupert Graves, Game of Thrones, animals and cosplay.


Michael Grab has mastered the art of stone balancing. He explains how he does it. “The most fundamental element of balancing in a physical sense is finding some kind of “tripod” for the rock to stand on. Every rock is covered in a variety of tiny to large indentations that can act as a tripod for the rock to stand upright, or in most orientations you can think of with other rocks. By paying close attention to the feeling of the rocks, you will start to feel even the smallest clicks as the notches of the rocks in contact are moving over one another. In the finer point balances, these clicks can be felt on a scale smaller than millimeters. Some point balances will give the illusion of weightlessness as the rocks look to be barely touching. Parallel to the physical element of finding tripods, the most fundamental non-physical element is harder to explain through words. In a nutshell, I am referring to meditation, or finding a zero point or silence within yourself. Some balances can apply significant pressure on your mind and your patience. The challenge is overcoming any doubt that may arise.”


Yes I support gay rights.

Yes I would care if you died.

No I’m not going to reblog that post.

"Can they make me eggplant parmesan?"





What kind of service?!

as long as you 
don’t live

Of course they know.

[That Vulture article from April 2013]



Overheard in the Halls of Hogwarts

url graphic | papagreglestrade


I am five away from my next hundred! So….url graphic giveaway

  • mbf me
  • I will be doing Sherlock URLs only [for now]
  • must get to 20 notes
  • reblogs only
  • Also, follow this guy

modern au → arya stark as an underground assassin in london

The months merged together, like a long flash of too bright light. When she went to sleep, curling inwards and giving herself over to the dreams, she felt it and when she woke the next morning, it was always to the taste of blood. There was a darkness gathering inside of her and when she held a gun it was closest, consuming her, taking away memories of Winterfell, her father’s voice, her brother’s smile. With a target in mind, it was easy to forget the gnawing in her stomach, to let everything in the world narrow down to a gun and the bullet that she controlled. The names gradually dwindled off of her list, she had a shorter prayer to recite at night, and the dizzy emptiness began to slip away - replaced by something harder, something stronger.

Dean-O is watching over me during my jobinterview #hobbitcon

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