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i can only assume that kant and kirkegaard are writing destiel fic on ao3

The presence of the war in the movie versus the book is such a fascinating hinge point. I remember another interview about Jones’ meeting with Miyazaki over the film where she spoke on her perception of people versus his. Jones said she sees bad people as more static whereas Miyazaki has enormous hope and belief that people change, or at least astonish us with a gesture of inherent goodness.... which adds up, since every DWJ conflict involves a total gremlin, usually the protagonist, taking a bite out of the world, whereas Miyazaki writes noble dreamers and idealists up against their local military industrial complex...

don't talk to me i'm thinking about dog statues turned golden by all the hands that pet them

I will not elaborate.

Dutch artist, Redmer Hoekstra.

A road of toads.

Kōhei Horikoshi (via cyavillain)

Quoth the woman, “I’m Jolene”

[reblog id: the Hark A Vagrant reaction image comic of Edgar Allen Poe squinting in vague alarm at a paper, then holding it closer to his face and squinting more closely]

Moo-ving In series by Ethan Harper

A mother and baby potoroo spotted at South Australia’s Cleland Wildlife Park enjoying a little snack in the sunshine.

She’s tired.

david wojnarowicz / alexander harding / su xinyu / @pearpoem / lorde / open house (1998) / billy collins / mitski / as i was moving ahead occasionally i saw brief glimpses of beauty (2000) / alain de bottom / hollis brown thornton / kalyn roseanne

Sure, maybe it was useful to have someone around who didn’t mind making arrowheads all day, or who knew absolutely everything about all of the local flora and fauna, or who keyed in on every little distraction. At the end of the day, though, these people weren’t kept around because they were useful, they were cared for because they were loved.

Roy Mustang.