Endless-Summer

faeries-in-the-dreadfort:

Tina Guo: The Rains of Castamere

An arrangement of the haunting “Rains of Castamere” played on Cello and the traditional Chinese Erhu.

"Science Jane will rip the steering wheel right out from under you and head straight for the center of that vortex of death."

jeannepompadour:

One hundred aspects of the moon by Tsukioka Yoshitoshi, 1885 

Hello, Tumblr, maybe you can help me out…

Feeling nostalgic, I’m looking for some Harry Potter fanfiction that I read years ago.

Around 2004-2006, if I remember correctly, I spent a lot of time on a couple of Harry Potter fansites dedicated mostly to Remus Lupin, reading their archives of fanfiction (I think they had fanart too). I think at some point, they both got taken down, because I haven’t been able to find them again. I just wondered if anyone remembered them, and happened to know if any of the fics on them ended up on any other websites, or if their archives were moved somewhere.

The first one was called The Werewolf Registry, and the second one was called something like The Full Moony. 

One story in particular that stands out in my memory had Remus Lupin going to teach at a school for young werewolves (and I think they went to the seaside at one point), though I don’t remember anything beyond that.

This is probably a long shot, but I will be really grateful if anyone can help. 

chechula:

last night i was watching with my friends whole Lord of the rings triology instead of sleeping…after that i was waiting two hours for train…..i wanted draw some cute Frodo-Sam picture but when i´m sleepy i can draw only weird things…so Witchking of Angmar is here :D

For she is a fair maiden, fairest lady of a house of queens. And yet I know not how I should speak of her. When I first looked on her and perceived her unhappiness, it seemed to me that I saw a white flower standing straight and proud, shapely as a lily, and yet knew that it was hard, as if wrought by elf-wrights out of steel. Or was it, maybe, a frost that had turned its sap to ice, and so it stood, bitter-sweet, still fair to see, but stricken, soon to fall and die?