Deep in the rainforests of the Indian state of Meghalaya, bridges are not built, they’re grown. For more than 500 years locals have guided roots and vines from the native Ficus Elastica (rubber tree) across rivers, using hollowed out trees to create root guidance systems. When the roots and vines reach the opposite bank they are allowed to take root. Some of the bridges are over 100 feet long and can support the weight of 50 people.
“Mat’s been too busy to keep track,” Thom added. “He’s been spending his time marrying the Empress of the Seanchan.”
Moiraine blinked in surprise. “You did what?”
“It was an accident.” Mat said lamely, hunching down.
“You accidentally married the Seanchan Empress?”
“They’ve got some odd customs.” Mat said, pulling his hat down. “strange folk.” He forced out a chuckle.
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Source: belakilledasmodean
do u ever just make scenarios in your head that will never happen but makes you so happy so you just keep on imagining them
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Source: unfierce
1kx3:
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, read by David Tennant (excerpt)
CAN’T
FOREVER REBLOG.
I’M CRYING
Always reblog for Tennant’s Quirrel
I JUST DIED HAHA HOLY SHIT
LISTEN TO IT!!!! LISTEN TO IT I COMMAND YOU!!!!!
(via firecrackerstorm)
Roses are red, Sherlock’s blood too, there’s pain in John’s voice, “He’s my friend let me through”
Roses are red
Bruises are blue
You say one more word
I’ll strangle youRoses are red
Thistles are prickly
I just have to say
that escalated quickly
Roses are red
Old blood is brown
Please, Sherlock Fandom
Calm the fuck down
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Source: nutmegandpepper
There are two protagonists in Inglourious Basterds.
So I’m a hillbilly looking to end the war, and a Jewish girl looking for revenge.
UGH. IT’S NOT THE 1940’S ANYMORE.
I AM THE PUNISHER.
I AM THE BLACK BANDIT.
ODIOUS YOUR ASS IS MINE
SANTA FEEEEEE
FUCK THIS SHIIIIT
I DON’T WANT TO BE A NEWSIE
AT LEAST NOT FOREVER, OOOKAYYYYYYYYY?
I’m going to be stuck on a spaceship with a couple of robots, forced to watch bad movies for the rest of my life.
FUCK THIS SHIT.
KING OF ENGLAND!
Or, you know… the Queen…
Hurray for The King’s Speech!
DUDE! I am IRON MAN!!!!
I’m a Browncoat!
FUCK YEAH!
I’m a Starfleet Officer!
RECOVERING ALCOHOLIC/DRUG ADDICT!!!!!! I WIN!
I’m the captain of a stupidly-named cruise ship, which will sink and in which I will surely die. At least forever will be short.
Fuck.
I mean, I’m okay with the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist part, but really, I can do without the ‘Merchant of Death,’ and I really, really get enough of that from the undergrads…..
And I find it extremely unlikely that I’ll ever get a Steve. Or a Pepper. Or a Bruce. Or a chosen family like that, ever, ‘cause, really, the only thing that guy and I share is extraordinarily bad luck. I’ll probably end up with the shrapnel….You know, I can cope with being an independently wealthy smartarse - last film was Much Ado About Nothing. I can also cope with Clark Gregg being my uncle who gets drunk with me.
STARSHIP CAPTAIN MFY!
Sexy Starship Captain and/or crew? i can get with that.
I’m Batman.
All I know is, it’s damn hard to do my job with Mike Nelson and Kevin Murphy making fun of everything that comes out of my damn mouth! Hey — I’m trying here! DON’T YOU SAY THAT I SURE AM TRYING! THAT’S NOT FUNNY!
I guess my job now is being flung through half the buildings in Metropolis.
I’m a really terrifyingly effective supervillain! So, you know. That’s cool. I’mma go steal the moon.
Well if TV specials count, I’m The Doctor. If not, I’m a Spanish Don and also Zorro.
…you know what, I’m happy with either :)
Source: astroextensionist
Apparently, buy two summer jumpsuits/rompers online.
