k.strange

looking for more anime/misc blogs to follow!!

i’m looking for more variety on my dash~ Therefore please reblog/like if you reblog any of the following and i’ll check out your blog! (i don’t bite) :

Anime

  • Kuroko no basket
  • ACCA13
  • Haikyuu
  • Noragami
  • Tokyo ghoul
  • Free!
  • Love Live School Idol Project
  • Konosuba
  • K project
  • Sword Art Online
  • Kuroshitsuji
  • Attack on titan/Shingeki no Kyojin
  • Owari no Seraph
  • Pokemon

Others

  • Overwatch
  • Life is Strange

Thank you ^^

  • ban ryu: the worst part about han sung's dabbing addiction?
  • ban ryu: the song doesn't even have to be lit for him to do it.
  • soo ho: i've seen him dab to shawn mendes.
  • yeo wool: i think i've caught him once doing it to the sound of the microwave.
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Easter egg revealed. Up: Doctor Strange: The Oath #1 pag. 1 Down: Doctor Strange Sorcerers Supreme #7 pag. 7

Doctor Strange: The Oath #1 Story: B. K.  Vaughan Art: Marcos Martin, Inks: Álvaro López Colors: Myself Lettered Willie Schubert

Doctor Strange & The Sorcerers Supreme #7 Story: Robbie Thompson Art: Myself, Inks: Álvaro López Colors: Jordie Bellaire Lettered: VC’s Joe Caramagna

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Human Bog

Look at that, he’s got primroses in his tattoo sleeves >__>
He got them while he was with his first love. When that didn’t work out, he started hiding his tattoos in public, constantly wearing his jacket. He hates seeing them. They’re a constant reminder of his heartbreak. 

The piece of amber in his staff in canon has been turned into a necklace, a gift from his father.

He’s covered in scars, most of them on his left side. He’s rather intimidating, especially when he’s riding around on his motorcycle. To most people he just looks like a thug and stay away from him, though his appearance is rather deceiving.

Please Bring Strange Things

Please bring strange things.
Please come bringing new things.
Let very old things come into your hands.
Let what you do not know come into your eyes.
Let desert sand harden your feet.
Let the arch of your feet be the mountains.
Let the paths of your fingertips be your maps
And the ways you go be the lines of your palms.
Let there be deep snow in your inbreathing
And your outbreath be the shining of ice.
May your mouth contain the shapes of strange words.
May you smell food cooking you have not eaten.
May the spring of a foreign river be your navel.
May your soul be at home where there are no houses.
Walk carefully, well-loved one,
Walk mindfully, well-loved one,
Walk fearlessly, well-loved one.
Return with us, return to us,
Be always coming home.

Ursula K. Le Guin