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wheninromero: It’s always awkward when you run into family at the con. View high resolution

wheninromero:

It’s always awkward when you run into family at the con.

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comecrashingdownrae:

what happens when you mention The Samulet to a Supernatural Fan.

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  • Spock: Hey Future Spock, do you anything about this "Khan" person?
  • Future Spock: I took a vow to never tell you anything about your destiny.
  • Future Spock: But Khan...
  • Future Spock: Seriously.
  • Future Spock: Fuck that guy.
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it’d be an awfully empty galaxy without you…

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monsieur-narwhalo:

I see his madness and I want to contain it…like an oil spill.

Hannibal 1x11 | Rôti

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vikingsgonnapillage: TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water’d heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee? Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?  - William Blake (The Tiger) View high resolution

vikingsgonnapillage:

TIGER, tiger, burning bright 
In the forests of the night, 
What immortal hand or eye 
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? 

In what distant deeps or skies 
Burnt the fire of thine eyes? 
On what wings dare he aspire? 
What the hand dare seize the fire? 

And what shoulder and what art 
Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 
And when thy heart began to beat, 
What dread hand and what dread feet? 

What the hammer? what the chain? 
In what furnace was thy brain? 
What the anvil? What dread grasp 
Dare its deadly terrors clasp? 

When the stars threw down their spears, 
And water’d heaven with their tears, 
Did He smile His work to see? 
Did He who made the lamb make thee? 

Tiger, tiger, burning bright 
In the forests of the night, 
What immortal hand or eye 
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? 

- William Blake (The Tiger)

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