A 113 year old organ (built in 1905) plays “Rasputin” by Boney M. Total jam.

To give you some perspective of just how *old* this thing is, this organ was around before the events in the last two verses of the song (where Rasputin dies) had even happened yet.


Dear Fanfic writers, I don’t care.

I don’t care if you’ve never written before or if you’ve written hundreds of fics.

I don’t care if your fic is 100 chapters or just one.

I don’t care if there’s too much dialogue, or not enough.

I don’t care if your character drinks “a hot cup of coffee” or “a steaming well of carefully brewed fair trade Ethiopian single origin organic beans, contained in an antique blue willow cup with one tiny chip on the edge and mild cracking in the glaze.”

I don’t care if you use the same pronoun over and over or if you use the word “persnickety” eleven times over the course of ten pages.

I don’t care if your historical references are accurate, or if the characters speak in a way that doesn’t fit their environment.

I don’t care if your romantic pairing makes love on a bed of roses at sunset or if they bang up against the wall in a changing room at Walmart.

I don’t care if your stories are nothing but fluff, or nothing but smut.

I am going to read your fics, and I am going to enjoy the hell out of them. So please keep writing, and ignore comments from assholes. We, the readers, love you.

Reblog if you agree!

  • other vegans: this is my dinner!! ❤️ it's a raw açai bowl with banana, strawberries, dragonfruit, blueberries, maca powder, literal fairy dust, organic spinach and kale, bean sprouts, topped with organic homemade granola, kiwi, agave nectar, and cacao nibs 😊 simple and delicious! 😋
  • me: this is my rice and those are my beans

types of students: flowers

rose: aesthetic notebooks, sad movies, writing a diary, written work, looking up ten or so new fonts every day, soft giggles, can be distracted easily, sweet, always helping other students

sunflower: extremely competitive, studies wherever, high motivation but sometimes no talent, does the talking in group presentations, asks the questions others are afraid to ask, going on walks to clear your mind

lily: reading the course material over and over until you get it, fairy lights, can be innocent, cries over bad grades, disorganized, wants to bujo but doesn’t know how, dancer, probably scared to ask for help

orchid: self-starter, cinephile, can do anything they set their mind to, vintage supplies, always returns what they borrowed, best friends with the librarian, soft voice, ink pens

daisy: natural, wants to change the world someday, vegetarian, activist, can change your mind in two seconds, genuine laughter, not wanting anybody to feel left out, reading extra books because you’re not feeling challenged enough, getting lost in crowds, europe travels

cherry blossom: doodles in the margin, always tries their best, needs a lot of validation sometimes, shy, borrowing your friend’s notes and their sweaters, chapstick, bringing hot chocolate to study groups, mom friends, super organized, smol bean

"you dont need tools for witchcraft"

i know tons witches, espcially on tumblr, always say this but a lot of times it dosnt seem true. those same blogs posting about “not needing tools” (myself included) reblog photos of sparkiling crystals and decorated altars. in comparison, our own practice can seem inadequate. but remeber that witchcraft is an old practice, and while over centuries this practice has grown and changed, the basis of the craft is old as fuck. the mothers of our practice most likely didn’t have access to a houndred different crystals, the entire whole foods spice rack, and dozens of specialized tools. the mothers of our craft were creative and worked with what was locally available, not $30 organic vanilla beans flown in from mesoamerica (unless that just so happened to be where they lived). the mothers of our craft were nifty and clever, and knew how to make everything out of anything. so, while beautiful, shimmering, lovely items are always nice -and can make us /feel/ witchy- our witch moms founded this practice without them.

,neptune in the 1st house: she has hair the colour of the ocean with starfish threaded through. her eyes are a mirror and she seams magically into every environment like a translucent liquid chameleon
neptune in the 2nd house: her hair is a waterfall and the freckles on her neck sparkle like diamonds. she is wearing a crystal around her neck and feathers on her earrings. she carries money to give to charity
neptune in the 3rd house: her eyelids are screens that play sequences of vivid fantasy. she is lost in a daze with a fringe in her eyes and a book falling out of her hands. her mind has an umbilical cord connecting it to heaven
neptune in the 4th house: she is porcelain and seems to have fractures, alone and feeling abandoned, a wanderer and roaming temple. she is barefoot and quiet, mesmerised in hypnosis and memory. her home is a sacred sanctuary
neptune in the 5th house: her eyeshadow is mist mixed with purple milkshake, and she is dressed in dazzling purple, petticoat and strawberry rouge. she sings with the birds and plays like a baby. she is walking artwork
neptune in the 6th house: her nurses uniform is blue and her heart radiates a golden glow. she is mesmerized by her coffee and wears her watch back to front. her hair smells like organic cocoa bean and her glasses are cool and quirky
neptune in the 7th house: her hair is purple and her lips are baby lavender, she blows a bubble of musky haze and allures with a bewitching moonlight. she seems captivated by the bursts of colour she can see emanating from your soul. her locket holds the whole ocean, it holds the picture of the divine
neptune in the 8th house: she holds a crystal ball in her hand and clouds of indigo analgesia crackle from her fingertips. her hair is long and black and her eyes change colours with the night sky. her phone has a reception to the underworld
neptune in the 9th house: she carries a book under her arm and a meditation mat in the other. her house smells of incense and the pages of scriptures and new age gurus. she has an accent and disappears to go on a pilgrimage
neptune in the 10th house: she floats on a cloud of fog and hallucination, she wears the cross of the savior and the wings of an angel. she is a photograph, a hologram, an idealised image, an indefinable vision
neptune in the 11th house: her halo is a radio signal that connects her to a UFO. she carries a book on astrology and wears constellations on her shirts. she has bracelets shaped like saturn rings and friends from other galaxies
neptune in the 12th house: she swims instead of walks, in a bubble with a purple mermaid tail. the contours of her body leak into the air and she soaks in and evaporates with every frequency and emotional wave. her eyes are purple and her home is ocean side

anime in a few words Part 1

NGE. the bible 2 now has robots, aliens, depression and battle royale
Kashimashi: a UFO killed me, now I have tits
Sasameki koto: lesbians and one Ultraman.
Kuzu no Honkai: ‘’is there any true love for me?, I doubt it’’
Houseki no kuni: steven universe but without the annoying little shit and existential crisis.
Violet evergarden: ‘’everyone says I have no feelings, Bitch I fought a war before my first period’’
Chuunnibyou: ‘’mom I have depression, please give me attention’’
Gosick: tsundere loli Sherlock Holmes with mental powers.
Clockwork planet: ThE EarTh iS a cLocK?
Yuru yuri: there’s really not yuri here.
Gochiusa: ‘’I’d like a cappuccino, with 2% almond milk, Colombian coffee beans, organic sugar…’’
Hand shakers: What?
Black bullet: we fight giant bugs with little girls
FLCL: So… She has an alien boyfriend?
Re:zero: a dude buys a bag of chips and ends in a parallel world in the middle of a politico-military conflict also rejects best girl
Monogatari: a bunch of weird shit happens.
Made in abyss: ‘’ let’s go to the lethal pit of certain death to find my probably dead mother’’ also sexual tension between middle-schoolers.
Clannad: cry bitch
Clannad after story: bitch I cried.
Angel beats: stop please man.
School days: ‘’I’ll fuck everyone what could possibly go wrong’’
JJBA: weird muscled man beats the living shit out of weirder muscled men with ghosts.
Konosuba: I live with a fountain, a masochist, and a fricking nuke, my name is Kazuma and welcome to jackass.
Amaama to Inazuma: a teacher doesn’t know how to cook
Kodomo no jikan: little girls by Oingo Boingo.
Dagashi kashi: ‘’take care of the fucking store shinji… wait’’
Anne happy: welcome to the Friday 13th corner.
Kancolle: everything is a cute girl if you japanese enough
Shimoneta: a bunch of %&#@! but actually no.
Yurikuma arashi: lesbian space bears
Girls last tour: sad shit but actually not sad but still sad

imagine les amis de l’abc throwing an easter egg hunt for all the local gamins and such:

- Cosette pointing out that the garden in the house on the rue plumet is possibly the most perfect easter egg hiding spot to ever exist

- jvj is of course 10000% on board

- jehan and grantaire helping the little kids paint easter eggs

- Feuilly organizing the jelly beans. he color codes them.

- baz giving the kids piggy back rides/ letting them climb up on his shoulders when they get tired

- Bousset is the best at hiding eggs. That is, until he actually forgets where he put them. 

- Ep, Gav and Azelma bringing their two little brother bc those kids need to have some joy in their lives

- Musichetta + wearing bunny ears. just imagine. 

- Enjolras takes some convincing to get him to come but once he does he turns out to be great with kids. It gets a little concerning when some of the little ones starts shouting “down with the bourgeoisie” though

- jvj telling the little kids about the story of easter. combeferre jumps in with every little historical detail he knows

- courfeyrac has one of those magic crayons you can use to write on eggs before dying them so that whatever you draw shows up once they’re dyed. he dyes one to say “Send nudes” and gives it to marius

- joly handing out colorful baskets that he made for the occasion

- ye

anonymous asked:

I don't understand the weed thing, what happened???

people have always assumed that harry hates drugs, he’s a kale loving, all organic bean who is so good and innocent and doesn’t do drugs because of his image™️. all the solo stans perpetuated that harry hates zouis because of weedgate in which they were smoking weed inside a van. because doing weed is a sin and harry is too pure for that sdlkfjslkd and now harry wore a shirt of a weed brand and im just dyinggggg

Chocol'ha Coco donuts made with a homemade ganache and sprinkled with @baresnacks organic coffee bean coconut chips.

Those of you who’ve been following this page for a bit understand that I’m a certified chocoholic. But it’s not just the sweet stuff I crave. My chocolate intake of choice is a 100% drinkable ka’kau mix of just hot water and pure ka’kau powder. The spiritual and physical effects of ka’kau are magnificent. It has a strong effect on the anahata or heart chakra because ka’kau is a heart-opener making the LOVE or SOURCE within us effortlessly rise to the surface. When I allow SOURCE to flow through me like this it radiates from me in all directions and returns to me multiplied. Now, doesn’t that sound nice? Me thinks so. Yes, chocolate if consumed properly can help us connect with SOURCE. So, eat more chocolate.

my self insert wattpad story

Weeble (I’ve changed my name to Weeble because it’s cooler and more out there than my current name) was a soft girl of simply 18. She was stinky, and had two feet with five toes on each foot. All she would ever do was apply lip balm onto her already slimy lips. She just kept doing that and then licking the lip balm off because it tasted it like vanilla, forcing her to repeat the process. Her lips were like two slimy, gooey slugs. She rubbed them together like a fly rubs its legs, constantly and slightly ominously. She just kept licking them and rubbing them together. And applying more slippery, gunky lip balm. “This tastes like vanilla,” she would say occasionally, in between licks.

“Weeble!” A beautiful person burst into her room, “Weeble you are simply everything I want and I am in love with you.”

Weeble licked her lips AND rubbed them together, and then applied more eos Organic Vanilla Bean Lip Balm onto her lips, applying it for probably around one minute, “Who are you,” she asked.

“My name is Lewub Roblister,” the beautiful person said, eyes shining like Weeble’s slimy, goopy lips.

“My name is Weeble,” Weeble said.

Lewub Roblister seemed to deflate, “I know that.” They said, annoyed.

Weeble licked her lips.

Lewub dropped all pretense, thoroughly disgusted, “Okay, stupid,” They said, taking out a gun And a sword, “You caught me, I’m a bounty hunter sent from the galaxy Rotunda, to assassinate you because you are so slimy.”

Weeble licked her lips.

Lewub jumped, they jibbled, and jarred and jallumped and joopled all at once. After their hysterical display of acrobatics was over, they shot at Weeble sixteen times and also threw their sword at her.

Weeble distended her jaw to reveal that inside this soft girl of simply 18 was actually a throbbing mass of teeth and eyes and tentacles, and she swallowed up the entire world into her gaping maw.

“You Bitch !!!!” Lewub cried as they were consumed…..

the end

Exaulted Part Four

Originally posted by cupofeternitea

Parts: Prologue, One, Two, Three (M), Four, Five (Coming soon!)

Genre: Drama, Romance, Violence, drug use, plus more!

Pairing: No ‘romantic interests’ yet. But some ‘Yixing is a sweetheart and should be protected forever’ moments!

Word Count:  7.?K

A/N: People are assholes, the game I watched earlier didn’t end how I wanted it to, and my back is killing me, but fuck it! Y’all are amazing and deserve the part! So I finished it! Hours late, sorry!

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Lunch after my walk! This was sooo good 😋😋 rice bowl with sautéed bell pepper, onion, and zucchini in @mrsdashrecipes chipotle seasoning; cherry tomatoes; organic refried pinto beans; egg; and avocado. Seriously try it 👌

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