1. studiotinlock:

    The second big print Jessica and I planned for the comic con was an Avatar/Firefly mash-up, two of the greatest shows ever!

    To purchase prints, you can visit our Etsy shop at:

    http://www.etsy.com/shop/studiotinlock

  2. sous-le-chataignier-qui-setale: favouriteslittlethings: “Stand back everyone, nothing here to see. Just imminent danger and in the middle of it me. Yes, Captain Hammer’s here, hair blowing in the breeze.” THE DAY NEEDS MY SAVING EXPERTISE

    sous-le-chataignier-qui-setale:

    favouriteslittlethings:

    “Stand back everyone, nothing here to see. Just imminent danger and in the middle of it me. Yes, Captain Hammer’s here, hair blowing in the breeze.”

    THE DAY NEEDS MY SAVING EXPERTISE

  3. cuntinued: <3

    cuntinued:

    <3

    (Source: f-o-t-o-b-l-o-g)

  4. sorryforpartybarackin:

    the best kind of people are the really cute ones that you wanna cuddle and drink hot chocolate and go for walks in the park and watch dumb movies and build blanket forts with but also slam up against a wall and fuck their brains out

  5. bubbleteabumblebee:

    mymodernmet:

    Pipe cleaner sculptures by Lauren Ryan

    Animal sculptures made of nothing more than pipe cleaners that are occasionally cut with scissors.

    pipe cleanrers
    PIEPEE CLEANER SX
    PIPEaBZ XS CLEAANANNERDSZ

  6. wyte-one-thousand: pleiadian-princess: radagastlovesyou: you-are-another-me: There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it. And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home. This is the most amazing thing I have ever read. THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL IM ALMOST TEARING UP Reblog for eternity.

    wyte-one-thousand:

    pleiadian-princess:

    radagastlovesyou:

    you-are-another-me:

    There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.


    And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.



    In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.



    The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

    And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

    You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

    This is the most amazing thing I have ever read.

    THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL IM ALMOST TEARING UP

    Reblog for eternity.

    (Source: thegodmolecule)

  7. themanwhoclappedwithonehand:

    image

    Tumblr’s relationship with Aaron.
    requested by anon.

  8. alex-fulcrum:

    only-the-pretty-things:

    youmaytouchmybuttocks:

    laufeystoner:

    thearchangeltrickster:

    nachosinthetardis:

    familyfriendlyurl:

    coolscar:

    familyfriendlyurl:

    why do all superheroes have their names end with man. batman. superman. wonder woman.

    captain americaman. hulkman. black widowman. the flashman

    wow, i dont even remember these guys, but just more proof, reblogging so everybody can see this

    you forgot iron manman

    Hawkeyeman

    thorman

    green lanternman

    Spidermanman

    image

  9. cutie, yes?

    cutie, yes?

  10. angryqueershakespeare:

    postapocalypticfashion:

    Beautiful shivs for your post-apocalyptic cutlery drawer.

    omg I love these

  11. i look like Snow White.

    i look like Snow White.

  12. pure-purgatory:

    This made me cry,

    it exactly shows how everything got all screwed up.

    Just look at season 1&2, look at their faces.

    This is too hard for me

  13. 10knotes:

    #it’s just a kid show, they say #they are fictional characters, they say #why are you getting so emotional, they say

    (Source: avatar-rokuu)

  14. thepasta-nerada:

    vvrathia:

    the sexual tension when u and ur crush are online on fb at the same time and u just stare at their lil green dot

    and suddenly you know what gatsby felt like

    (Source: twoukofukawa)

  15. (Source: whiteboytveit)