#fantastic kids

[69yard]

World Environment Day : History & Significance

World environment day World Environment Day is celebrated annually on June 5th to raise awareness and encourage global action for the protection and preservation of our environment. It is one of the principal vehicles through which the United Nations stimulates worldwide awareness and action for the environment. Here is the history and significance of World Environment Day: History: World…

[angelcake10023]

Welcome Home….

You get no context for this LOL at least not yet

[annabethpursuit]

one thing that drives me absolutely insane is that ive seen so many comments talking about how tvpjo!annabeth isnt their annabeth bc shes not tan and blonde but i dont see people complaining about literally anyone else!! there are SO FEW characters if at all that stay faithful to their book descriptions! luke isnt a blonde guy, percy doesnt have black hair and green eyes, grover doesnt have a rasta cap on, chirons horse end is black not white, echidna is NOTTT supposed to be a conventionally attractive older woman i could keep GOING.

at the end of the day these people are portraying these characters essences incredibly, and this tv series is by far one of the best adaptations ive ever seen of any popular book. to take that for granted and complain because of different hair and skin, especially singling out ONE twelve year old girl is so childish and frankly! disgusting.

[birdy-babe]

Stolas referring to Blitzo using light metaphors <3

[moraent-keys]

Hhhhh dragonfruit.. spicynoodles *dies*

[ornitharts]

Bobby Dawn makes my blood boil.

The bit in the teaser for next ep really did me in. Kristen is at her lowest, she is expelled and knows that it doesn’t just fuck her up it fucks her friends over too, and this motherfucker is trying to convert her to Helio. Yolanda gave up worshiping a divinity to teach. She cared so much about her students and tried her best to help Kristen succeed. Buddy Dawn begins his 1st class practically preaching straight out of the fucking corn bible. He revels in the fact that his student is in tears because she’s vulnerable and he can convert her.

[mizgnomer]

Behind the Scenes with Job and his family (and Crowley/Bildad and Aziraphale) in Good Omens Season 2

with extra thanks to Georgia Tennant and Neil Gaiman for sharing some of these photos with us

Bonus:

[rasoyas]

first project of the new year? committing to willow creek with the help of @inspiredsimmerx's fantastic builds and a familiar broke build

[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

Just funny to me how, for a comic character, Val Richards has actually aged more or less in real time. She was born in 2002 and is now in her teens. This is especially hilarious when compared to her brother, who was born in 1968 and didn't hit age seven until Val was born. Even after that, Franklin still ever barely aged. Despite the seven year age gap, the two of them are often depicted as only being a couple of years apart, and the gap seems to be getting shorter and shorter. The current run has them in the same year of high school when he should really be at college.

[kurthummeldeservesbetter]

sorry but the one headcanon I do not believe for jayvik is them having kids. at most they adopt a teenager (as is Zaunite tradition) as like an apprentice. Jayce’s body count literally started with a child and the percentage of people he’s killed (accidentally or on purpose) includes more. Viktor probably killed like 20 plants using the hexcore for testing. in fact, the hexcore literally only saved one person and that person was him. they might hate kids they might love kids but those two are incapable of keeping anything but each other alive and even they’re bad at that.

[armourofayda]

it really makes me so emotional that fig went to record a song to find herself again, because she realised she lost herself because she stopped making art, and she wrote dawn of justice, a song so amazing that its performance literally gave fig a domain. she literally got ownership of ankarna's old domain so that no one else could fuck with it. she thinks she isn't an artist, that she shouldn't be a bard, but she is, her art changes the world, her art gives her power

[uncharted-constellations]

Teenagers… Menaces, the lot of them

[piko-rose]

"I never knew you were a hugger..."

"No body protects nature better than you, sweet Amy."

Whoa, he's bisexual! I didn't know that!

[maximura]

Ahhhhhh. People of tumblr. Please go watch LOTR: War of the Rohirrim. It’s AMAZING. If you love original Jackson/Walsh/Boyens LOTR, you’ll love WOTR. It’s the same vibe. Don’t listen to purists who trash everything that isn’t deep cut Silmarillion (I say this as one of those people). It’s brilliant and beautiful and I’m not one to crush on animated men but goddamm. My god. New hyperfixation incoming,

[p00pdev1l]

"to love you, love you, love you"

A/N: warnings: contains spoilers* from tkatb, this fic does contain sexual content* so please 18+ readers only!, heavy on the crowe x gender neutral!reader but it is more centered around sol x reader, we all know sol wants us to himself. takes place after crowe's route (if you chose to kiss him instead of hug him)--and we all know what happens after that.

song reference:

“Enough about the papers, so about the Halloween Party? Any ideas for a costume yet?” Deryl’s question is drowned out by your intrusive thoughts. Idle chatter among your friends grew distant as you recall recurring memories of your night with Crowe. Still feeling the ghosting touch of his hands along your lower back. Nimble fingers threading themselves through your hair. The way his lips felt against your nape. Against your lips. Against your core. A familiar voice rang out beside you, their gentle resonance pulling you back down from your clouded thoughts.

“Are you feeling okay?” Crowe asked, his delicate hand falling onto your shoulder. His taller stature leaned forward, placing himself in your peripheral view. His brows furrowed, his expression obviously concerned by your silence. You took a moment to get the words out, azure orbs searching yours patiently,  “Just thinking about last night.” you answered quietly, not wanting the others to catch wind of your private encounter yesterday. Crowe smiled fondly in response, knowing eyes dipping to the scarf wrapped meticulously around your neck.

“Explains why you’re wearing this scarf on a particularly hot day.” he hummed, toying with the fraying ends of the wool. You sunk your head deeper into the plush material, attempting to hide yourself from his dreamy gaze.  

Only the stars would know of your secret, or so you thought. 

Another looming figure entered the hallway as Sol exited his previous class, crimson eyes locking with your own. As you turned your head to meet Crowe’s, Sol’s gaze darkened, immediately noticing the intimate proximity between the two of you.  Violent recollections plagued him, unbeknownst to you, his lips pulled into a thinline of disgust. “Crowe, is it okay if I leave, I have somewhere to be?” You asked, hesitantly pulling away from him. 

“Is that so?” He questioned, you frowned, picking up on the disappointment laced through his sweet tone. “I’ll see you after lunch? That is if you want to, of course.” His eyes silently pleading for your reunion once more. 

“I’d love to.” you nodded, reaching out to give his hand a reassuring squeeze before departing. His gaze softened, watching you closely before leaving his side. As you approached your new found friend, his expression changed drastically. Sol’s lips forced a soft smile, Hyugo followed suit.

Hyugo beamed as you both exchanged pleasantries, explaining how excited he was to meet you, and how much Sol talked about you. You did your best to reciprocate Hyugo’s energy, immersing yourself in conversation, taking no notice of Sol’s intense gaze trained at your neck. His hand tensed, catching sight of dark blemishes peeking out from the hem of your scarf. 

“Sol? What do you think?” you turned your attention toward him, Hyugo gave Sol a look of warning, well aware of the internal war going on in his head. “Should we skip class and head to the arcade?” you hid your concern with a small smile, awaiting his answer.

His trembling fingers curled into a tight fist, reigning in his composure. He nodded, silently agreeing with your plans. 

“There’s something I need to take care of first–”

[sergle]

walking around in public with a golden retriever is such a huge weight off my mind, bc I can always be assured that nobody is looking at me if they have the option to look at Hugo instead!! edit: He Looks Like This