Reblog if you want all of us Rise Of The Guardians fans to do a “Did someone say Guardians?” video like the HTTYD fans did! Let’s show dreamworks we love the guardians!
- Plays: 398,886
- Artist: Bastille (with string section)
- Album: Live at Capitol Studios
- Track Name: Pompeii
Pompeii - Cinematic Version
This man died today, he may look like any other old person but he was the last remaining combat veteran of The 1st World war. He joined the navy at 14 and had a 41year military career, published his 1st book at 108 and he was 110 when he passed away. No matter what your view on war, people like this deserve all our thanks. Governments start wars and the people fight them.
RIP Claude Stanley Choules.
so so so much respect
- Plays: 11,653
- Artist: crayvay
- Album: Frozen
- Track Name: Let Me Go
(I had a horrible, horrible idea. What if the freezing wasn’t quite so fast?)
Anna could feel the ice creeping up her neck. It was all she could feel, now. Her awkward hands and clumsy feet were gone, not even numb so much as not there, and there was no telltale itch of the now-familiar wool against her skin. No too-small pinching boots. No sword-slashed hand. No hairs stubbornly out of place. All she could feel was the cold wind on her face, and the implacable ice tickling its way up to her eyes.
More than anything Anna wished she could feel Elsa’s arms around her, trying desperately to dig deep into the storm and stop it, just…just STOP it, somehow, somehow…but her panicked hands only put new layers of ice over Anna’s new, bitter skin. Elsa was saying something, but her sister couldn’t hear it. Not in this cold, this…soothing cold, so deep and dark that she wanted to sleep forever. But Elsa had to go inside, to warm up, she would freeze to death out here, wouldn’t she? Yeah…and though Anna couldn’t feel her fingers or legs or lungs, she could feel a tiny pinprick of warmth somewhere where her heart should be, when she thought of Elsa…
"Elsa…l-let me go…
Let me go, let me go
I can’t hold you back anymore
Let me go, let me go
Think of it as one more door
You’re a great queen, it’ll be child’s play
Remember, I love you…
The cold never bothered me any…”
And with a tiny choked sigh, the ice closed over her eyes and she fell, fell, fell into that deep-dark cold. Time to sleep. The last thing she felt was a pair of chapped lips pressed, with grieving pressure, to her own.
FIRST OF ALL HOW DARE YOU…
im going to cry now… FEELS FEELS FEELS FEELS
IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS MY GOD WHY
Oh the universe out there is frightful
But starfleet is so delightful
And since there’s millions of aliens to know
boldly go, boldly go, boldly go.
ALSO KIRK RUNNING AROUND SINGING THAT IN HIS FRANK SINATRA VOICE WITH HIS HAIR BRUSH MICROPHONE
shoutout to all the other ex-gifted & talented/honor student/straight a/senior editor/star student/99th percentile/once-creative burn-outs who have, since high school, realized they are truly miniscule fish in a giant, endless ocean, criticized themselves to the point of creative paralysis, and participated in so much self-sabotage they no longer see the point of doing anything at all because they’re just going to ruin it for themselves anyway