Mr. Mighty

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The Photo of gorecorekitty as Pacific Rim’s Mako Mori has been one of our most popular entries and we’re incredibly excited to bring you even more photos of the copilot of G***y Danger!

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Photo 5 by Jason

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moist-von-lipwig:

Headed to LFCC, queued for four hours, got told we wouldn’t get in as we were still way back in the line. So we decided to cut our losses and headed to the Natural History Museum, where my friend took a few snaps of my Morrigan cosplay. By this point I was more than a little tired and somewhat disheveled, but couldn’t resist the chance to get some pictures in such a stunning setting! 

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livesandliesofwizards:

At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.
Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.
They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.
“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.
“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”
If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.
Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.
~
The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.
This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.
Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 
The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.
~
The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.
They were worried they would have to be kind.
They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.
Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.
Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS

fantasticallyficticious:

livesandliesofwizards:

At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.

Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.

They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.

“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.

“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”

If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.

Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.

~

The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.

This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.

Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 

The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.

~

The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.

They were worried they would have to be kind.

They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.

Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.

Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.

(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS

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jtotheizzoe:

In honor of the first day of summer here in the Northern Hemisphere, a few fun physics facts about summer, courtesy of the Perimeter Institute (check out more here)

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awkwardarbor:

didgeridooyouloveme:

caseyanthonyofficial:

That gazebo is so fucked

Are you sure gazebo is the correct word?
Are
you 
sure?


idk why you’re confused, that poor gazebo needs help

This has hit my dash three times… that final reblog made it worthy.

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awkwardarbor:

didgeridooyouloveme:

caseyanthonyofficial:

That gazebo is so fucked

Are you sure gazebo is the correct word?

Are

you 

sure?

idk why you’re confused, that poor gazebo needs help

This has hit my dash three times… that final reblog made it worthy.

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lokiistrulydesperate:

A masterpost of some of my favourite Avengers head canons, mainly starring Clint.

(Credit to the bloggers that posted them)

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ALL THE ODDS AHAHA I AM MAD WITH POWER

Fair enough.
 

1. How many bruises on you right now?

Non any that I know of, I really don’t bruise easily.

3. Have you stayed in a hospital?

Nope.

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?

Sadly not.

7. What happened tonight?

I went to see Maleficent, then went to bed.

9. Is confidence cute?

In the right way, yes.

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?

Most of my most trusted friends are the opposite sex, probably about 3 or 4 that I trust really well. Only one that goes beyond that.

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?

Probably try to get an early nights sllep, we have schools in over the weekend so I’ll be working.

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?

Nope.

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

Yibbet.

19. Have you had a soft drink today?

No.

21. Are you in a good mood?

Yes, day off.

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?

No.

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

Nothing, is their choice.

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

Probably not.

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?

Yes, it’s been far too long since I had a proper chat with Yibbet.

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?

No.

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks water?

No.

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?

Yes, I have my favourite mechanical pencil I like writing in.

37. Do you believe in love at first sight?

No, it’s a gradual thing.

39. Who was the last person you danced with?

I don’t dance.

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?

About 10 minutes ago, red velvet.

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

Yes, frequently.

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?

No.

47. Who was the last person to call you?

My parents.

49. Do you dance in the car?

Nope.

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

Probably when I was at school.

53. Is Christmas stressful?

Not really.

55. Favorite type of fruit pie?

Lemon Meringue Pie.

57. Do you believe in ghosts?

Nope.

59. Take a vitamin daily?

No.

61. Wear a bath robe?

Hells yeah.

63. First concert?

Red Hot Chilli Peppers

65. Nike or Adidas?

Not fussed.

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

Sunflower seeds.

69. Ever take dance lessons?

Nope.

71. Can you curl your tongue?

A Bit.

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

I’ve cried from laughter, is that the same?

75. Do you study better with or without music?

With.

77. Ever been in love?

Not sure. Difficult to tell between infatuation and love.

79. What was the last concert you saw?

Katie Melua.

81. Tea or coffee?

Coffee.

83. Can you swim well?

Very well.

85. Are you patient?

Yeah.

87. Ever won a contest?

Yes, mainly swimming related.

89. Which are better black or green olives?

Neither, both are horrid.

91. Best room for a fireplace?

Living room.

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gangstapikachu:

thats-slightly-raven:

I bet cotton-eyed joe is hot

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NOBODY KNOWS THIS AND IVE BEEN LA UGHING FOR LIKE 400 YEARS HWAT DO PEOPLE THINK THE SONG IS SBOUT IM

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