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bigmamag:

the truth is… i’m gonna miss you

I CAN’T. KIRK IS WAITING ALL EXPECTANTLY FOR SOME KIND OF SIGN THAT SPOCK GIVES A SHIT THAT THEY’RE BEING PUT ON DIFFERENT SHIPS, AND WHEN HE THINKS HE DOESN’T GET IT HE WALKS AWAY, EXASPERATED.

BUT SPOCK IS JUST SHOCKED THAT JIM WOULD MISS HIM. HIS MOUTH FALLS OPEN, HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY AND HIS BRAIN IS PROCESSING A MILLION DIFFERENT THINGS RIGHT NOW, LIKE HOW JIM COULD BE COMPLETELY PISSED AND DONE WITH HIM ONE MINUTE, TURN AROUND AND STILL WANT HIM AROUND THE NEXT.

LOOK AT SPOCK’S FACE AS JIM WALKS AWAY. HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THE FEELINGS INSIDE OF HIM. THIS WHOLE MOVIE WAS ABOUT MISUNDERSTANDINGS AND LONGINGS THAT NEITHER OF THESE EMOTIONALLY STUNTED INDIVIDUALS CAN EXPRESS CORRECTLY UNTIL IT’S ALMOST TOO LATE, AND EVEN THEN THEY STILL KIND OF SUCK AT IT.

#[sits on the floor] #[puts head into hands] #[whispers] ‘please don’t’

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maire-annatari:

Alan Lee’s paintings of Smaug, from an illustrated edition of The Hobbit.

There he lay, a vast red-golden dragon, fast asleep; a thrumming came from his jaws and nostrils, and wisps of smoke, but his fires were low in slumber.  Beneath him, under all his limbs and his huge coiled tail, and about him on all sides stretching away across unseen floors, lay countless piles of precious things…

—J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit, chapter XII.

With a shriek that deafened men, felled trees and split stone, Smaug shot spouting into the air, turned over and crashed down from on high in ruin.

Full on the town he fell.  His last throes splintered it to sparks and gledes.  The lake roared in.  A vast steam leaped up, white in the sudden dark under the moon.  There was a hiss, a gushing whirl, and then silence.

— J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit, chapter XIV.

wongburger:

the-vashta-nerada:

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charlisheen:

you know what i want to know

how the fuck did mr salt and mrs pepper make a fucking cinnamon shaker for a baby

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solve that mystery steve

THAT IS PAPRIKA YOU IGNORANT SLUT

EXCUSE ME ASSHOLE THAT IS CINNAMON HE WAS BORN IN THE FOURTH SEASON

PAPRIKA LOOKS LIKE THIS

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THAT’S FUCKING PAPRIKA

SHE’S CINNAMON’S OLDER SISTER 

GOD DAMN TUMBLR I AM FUCKING DONE WITH YOUR SHIT

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