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OK since we’re talkin about this whole SG thing, I think we’re forgetting another group of mechs that would look hella rad: the Scavengers!

I was thinking that they would be like really badass space rangers who go around destroying Autobot bases, freeing other prisoners and overall be super awesome and heroic!

Here’s a bit of a quick Misfire design(best sharpshooter but very serious WOW) but i”M FEELING IT

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Clones meeting Ethan Duncan

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The Magnar would be coming up that road before the day was done, his Thenns marching behind him with axes and spears in their hands and their bronze-and-leather shields on their backs. Grigg the Goat, Quort, Big Boil, and the rest will be coming as well. And Ygritte. The wildlings had never been his friends, he had not allowed them to be his friends, but her… He could feel the throb of pain where her arrow had gone through the meat and muscle of his thigh. He remembered the old man’s eyes too, and the black blood rushing from his throat as the storm cracked overhead. But he remembered the grotto best of all, the look of her naked in the torchlight, the taste of her mouth when it opened under his. Ygritte, stay away. Go south and raid, go hide in one of those roundtowers you liked so well. You’ll find nothing here but death…”

WIP: Testing Gavin’s MC Outfit

[INCOHERENT PREHISTORIC SCREECH INDICATING EXASPERATION, FATIGUE, VAGUE MISPLACED PRIDE, AND NAIVE HOPES OF FINISHING THIS BEFORE WINTER]

Gleeful reminder that the revolution in Night Vale is being led by three women of color, assisted by a gay Latino man.  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

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A memento: a Blue Valentine playlist for falling in, and then out, of love

8tracks / download

This transparent  bouncing baby as a pre/post “birthmark”. (Blog problems)

middle-earth history meme: {2/3} elves

Voronwë, mariner of Gondolin. 
Voronwë was born in Nevrast early in the First Age. His father, Aranwë, was a Ñoldo, and his unnamed mother was an Elf of the Falas and kinswoman of Círdan.

After the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, Turgon sent messengers to Círdan to seek for his aid in shipbuilding, hoping that they would find a passage to Aman and receive pardon and aid from the Valar. Voronwë was one of those sent, having the sea-heart of his mother’s people. However, having seen little of Middle-earth, he tarried along the way and stayed long in Nan-tathren, the Land of Willows. When he finally reached Círdan, all but one of the ships Turgon had asked for were built. Voronwë, his sea-longing reawakened and his hopes high, sailed on the last ship, but his hope did not last long. They sailed for seven years, and the sea was harsh and worked against them, and the way to the West was shut. They turned back, but when they were in sight of land, a storm suddenly came upon them and the ship was destroyed. Saved by Ulmo, the Lord of the Waters, he was washed ashore in Nevrast, the only survivor to return to Middle-earth from any of the seven ships that set out.

In Nevrast Voronwë met Tuor, who had an errand to Turgon as the messenger of Ulmo. Although he had hopes of finding a peaceful life and had no wish to return to Gondolin, he agreed to lead Tuor to the hidden city, a journey they undertook during a harsh and dangerous winter. Little is written about Voronwë after his return to the city, but some accounts say that he escaped the Fall of Gondolin, and he possibly sailed into the West with Tuor and Idril.