SixTONES CD Jacket For The Opening Song

please look at this beautiful mouse

sakura you're too innocent and too good for this world.

So if endo is voiced by daisuke ono (erwin smith, joutarou, sebastian (black butler), nendou (saiki k), wriothesely)

Will we be blessed with hiroshi kamiya as chika???? (levi, saiki kusuo, neuvillette, mephisto, ego (blue lock))

God please i have never asked for anything

One day river has a dream. He's old. To his mind's eye, he looks like his grandfather. He's in a care facility exactly like the one he dropped David off at - except River isn't alone. There's another old man there, with hair wisped over a bald spot and gold half-rimmed glasses perched on a nose sculpted with unusual perfection, like someone's paid good money to erase any signs that it was ever broken. The man carries a cherry wood cane, although he rarely needs it, and he has a permanently fussy look stamped upon him, with his pristine coat and his bespoke house slippers.

In the evenings, the two of them retire to one of their rooms. Together, they sit at a small table barely fit to hold a tray, and they play cards. The card game they play, the only card game they ever play, is the only game they know that gives neither one a clear advantage. It's also the only card game they both hate. They both know this, although neither one wants to be the one that admits it first. That's the real game they're playing, and the first to crack loses.

If River squints, he can spot on the other man's temple, poorly hidden behind the thinning hair, the crackling, spidery web of an old scar.

The voice that speaks hasn't aged a day.

"Tell me, River. Did you ever become the best?"

River startles awake with tears on his face. He doesn't know why.

He's older than that voice now by a few years, and it's always going to stay that way.

(And he's still at Slough House.)

Galadriel and Elrond, walking Middle-Earth together

DROP HIM, DOOKU, DROP HIM AND RUN

Listen if the study of ancient humans doesn’t make you at least a little bit emotional idk what to say.

I started crying today at the museum because they had reconstructed the shoes of Otzi the iceman.

Either he or someone he knew who cared about him made these shoes out of grass and bear skin and twine and he was wearing them when he died over five thousand years ago.

And a Czech researcher and his students did reconstructions of these shoes and wore them to the same place where he died to test them out and they were like yep! These shoes are really cozy and comfy and didn’t give us blisters while hiking!

Is that not just the coolest shit ever????

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Then suddenly he beheld his sister Éowyn as she lay, and he knew her. He stood a moment as a man who is pierced in the midst of a cry by an arrow through the heart; and then his face went deathly white, and a cold fury rose in him, so that all speech failed him for a while. A fey mood took him.