Dobermans in the dark.
Now I understand werewolves.
Louisiana-based photographer Frank Relle captures the nighttime magic of New Orleans in his ongoing series New Orleans Nightscapes. He uses long exposures to capture the feeling of the powerful, haunting beauty throughout his hometown.
If you don’t think space is the tightest shit then you’re wrong
fangirl challenge || movies [1/10] | dead poets society
If you can’t tell (and why would you ever be able to), this is actually my favorite movie. Ever. End of.
I don’t talk about it or obsess over it or freak out over it like I do about other things (Harry Potter, Sherlock, LOTR), but that’s only because it is infinitely more adequate at expressing any emotion I might have about it all by itself.
Tonight of all nights, it seems fitting.
Oh Captain, my Captain.
If you ever doubted how much he loves John, this face says it all: the hesitation, the lack of filters in the smile, the way his eyes crinkle up as though John is the only thing he’s even capable of seeing. It’s literally breathtaking.
I write about this look all the time.
The American Hogwarts Houses
Look at your school of witchcraft and wizardry. Now look at mine. Now yours. Now back to mine. Sadly, your school is not mine, but if you all got off your broomsticks and started using a real sorcerer’s deodorant, it could smell like mine. Abracadabra! I’m a horse.
GIVE ME FIC. MAKE THIS A THING. NOW.