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Ok actually genuine tip for new tumblr users: if you see a post you like and want to reblog but theres a bad/annoying added on bit in the reblog chain feel free to just reblog that post straight from op or the last person who knew how to mind their business

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In 1909, renowned English artist Arthur Rackham illustrated W. L. Courtney’s translation of Undine.  The results are breathtaking, if unsurprising: Rackham was a master of his craft.  The book contains 15 full color plates, and I’ve picked a few of my favorite to showcase here.

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i spent months on this diagram can someone please tell me if this makes sense

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my favorite genre of photo is cosplayer out in a random place in public. and i’m not talking abt malls or hot topic and shit where you’re already more likely to find cosplayers. i’m talking abt seeing like a junko enoshima cosplayer at a mcdonald’s

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Rooney Mara as Mary Magdalene smoking a cigarette beneath crucified Jesus

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this was for an aquarium

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Source

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Why is CNN written like fanfiction

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What year is it??

ETA apparently she posted this less than an hour ago and also it’s her first tiktok

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*Opens Google to check if sheep can get sunburn*

*30 minutes later realise that haven't looked up anything about sheep cuz I immediately forgot and spent the past half hour learning about moths cuz I wanted to know what their hair is made of*

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  .ﾟ☆ プリンセス・セレニティ ☆ﾟ.

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I Don’t Have a Car

Fandom: Marvel - Avengers (MCU) AU: Highschool AU - although it’s set during summer, so :p Pairing: Stucky vs Freebird, if you squint. Maybe even hints of Winter Falcon??? I’m a multishipper, forgive me. Basically just Gen. Rating: G Warnings: Sam being a jealous brat. Also Steve is a somewhat negligent friend for the majority of the fic. It’s necessary. Also mild language. Prompt: this post. I couldn’t resist.  also viewable on ao3!

        Sam Wilson was not mad.  He was not mad, or irritated, or pissed off or even annoyed, and most of all he was not jealous.         It had seemed like a great thing at the time, and he recognized now that it was because it was a possibility then and not a certainty. He acknowledged that he was more fond of James Barnes in theory than in practice.         “My friend from back home might be coming to stay with us this summer,” Steve had said. “You remember me talking about Bucky, right?”         Did he remember? Of course he did - how could he not when the guy was the closest thing Steve had to a brother? When he was all Steve could talk about after returning from a trip to Brooklyn over the winter break? When in the three years of their friendship, Sam was positive he had heard every story, every variation of, “and Bucky this” “and Buck and I” and “then Bucky said” that there was to hear.         Sam wondered if Steve talked this much about him when he was with Bucky. He wondered why Steve still referred to Brooklyn as “home” when he hadn’t lived there for years. Why he was still friends with Bucky after the other boy “lost contact” with Steve when he moved to Romania for two years - and Sam was still convinced it had not been an accident.         But he bit his tongue for his best friend, and smiled and nodded and said it sounded awesome and they would have a great time this summer, the three of them.

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honestly tho