Here you'll find my crocheted finished objects and designs. There's also a lot of reblogs of sj posts, and various fandom posts (atla, avengers, harry potter, sailor moon, fma: brotherhood, firefly, disney, pixar, pokemon)
Who I Follow
I been one poor correspondent, and I been too, too hard to find
But it doesn’t mean you ain’t been on my mind

Scottish independence could mean millions of tax payers subsidising The Nights Watch to keep out the White Walkers.


phil and i attempted to play Portal 2 co-op but phil with phil wearing a blindfold it dID NOT GO VERY WELL

When you’re at the pool lounging on a beach chair and some little kids are running and the lifeguard screams out “no running” do you respond “excuse me, not all of us are running”? No, you don’t. The lifeguard didn’t have to specifically state who they were talking to because you’re intelligent enough to comprehend that the comment wasn’t being directed at you.
Found a quote that shuts down that “not all men” argument pretty well. (via mykicks)

(via soaringravyn)









Oh god thank fucking christ.

I usually don’t reblog these, but I feel like some of my followers could probably use the reassurance. I definitely have these kinds of thoughts sometimes.

so i’m not crazy for randomly thinking such thoughts? what a relief!

Edgar Allan Poe had a name for it too: The Imp of the Perverse. he compared the impulses to a demon that urges people to do the wrong thing simply because it can be done

The compulsion to jump from high places is called “l’appel du vide" in French. The call of the void. I think it’s specific to that one instance, but I think it’s a cool phrase for this phenomenon in general.

I think about this with random sharp objects laying around, too. “What if I just jammed this into my eye or throat right now? … oh god WHAT.” Just… fucking christ, brain. Don’t.

Reblogging this again because most people don’t/never know how normal these thoughts are, and that can be a major source of stress. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just, you know, don’t follow through on that shit.

(via castle-of-the-iron-angel)


We have this little night-light in the hallway. It only turns on if a) someone flicks the switch for it, b) the power goes out, or c) there’s a shadow in front of it. Now obviously, if I pass the light during daylight hours, it will turn on because my shadow makes it dark.

But then there are other times, when I glance into the hallway, and I see it flickering on and off randomly. That always freaks me out. But then I realized: the light is directly opposite our bathroom, at the far end of which there is a window. And just outside of that window is a large lilac bush. When the wind shakes the branches, the branches cast shadows inside, thus blocking the sunlight and causing the light to turn on.

Not an entity. Not a faerie. The wind in the trees. Just goes to show you that you need to exhaust every possible route and explanation before assuming something is supernatural.

Now, if the light were to explode suddenly and start screaming at me in Latin… Well, I’d have to Google that.

(via lirilainatural)


Ozzy yelling at the ocean for flooding his campfire.

(via castle-of-the-iron-angel)


i would have no use for this

there’s not a reason in the world i could ever come up with to use this product

but i want it

(via castle-of-the-iron-angel)