I get fireworks and parades for my birthday. How many of you chumps get that kinda treatment, huh?
(Independent Hetalia Nyo!America RP blog - I track the tag 'spaceracing')

todaysdocument:

The Battle of Atlanta occurred 150 years ago on July 22, 1864. Fought on the outskirts of the city between Union forces under Major General William T. Sherman and Confederates under General John Bell Hood, the battle preceded a siege after which Atlanta would fall to the Union.

Georgia, Atlanta Battlefield, July 22, 1864, ca. 1862 - ca. 1865. From the series: Selected Views from “Photographic Views of Sherman’s Campaign” by George N. Barnard, Photographer, 1862 - 1865

Georgia, Atlanta Battlefield, July 22, 1864, ca. 1862 - ca. 1865. From the series: Selected Views from “Photographic Views of Sherman’s Campaign” by George N. Barnard, Photographer, 1862 - 1865

Battlefield of Atlanta, 1864, July 22, where Gen. McPherson was killed, ca. 1860 - ca. 1865. From the series: Mathew Brady Photographs of Civil War-Era Personalities and Scenes

laksgud:

 Hei! Everything’s alright for me, the only thing that bothers a bit is the heat and I am too busy to go to the beach lately. What a bother.

And how’s it goin’ for you? 

You mean to say it gets hot even that far north? Jeez. Summer is so gross!

I’ve been doing pretty okay, thanks! Beating the summer heat by making my interns fetch ice cream for me~ they get to have some, too, before you start feeling sorry for them.

(Source: spaceracing)

usatoday:

Happy Birthday, Prince George! Isn’t the future king just adorable?

(Photo: John Stillwell/AFP/Getty Images)

mynameischristmas:

bethecrayon:

let-us-rejoicify:

I also found the best Christmas wrapping paper ever!

I need it

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3 people came to visit Arthur!

shykirkland:

spaceracing:

Amelia stood in the doorway, debating whether she should try asking the young man what was wrong or if she should just mind her business. She’d originally been drawn there after hearing the faint singing; it was pleasant, though somewhat melancholy, and once she’d seen the expression on the singer’s face- well, she wasn’t completely oblivious.

She was just about ready to leave when she was noticed. “Hello there,” she said, smiling awkwardly, “I uh, heard you singing.”

"H..hey…" He mumbled shyly. He looked away from her biting his lip. "I…I’m sorry..it’s not that good..the song I mean..I made it up on the spot.." He sighed. "I..I’m probably putting a damper on the mood.." he sighed.

"No, it really was nice. Sad, but nice. I liked it…so you just came up with it? Sorry ‘bout sneaking up on you."

He seemed pretty self-conscious. It was very likely that nobody was meant to hear him and Amy accidentally made him very uncomfortable. “I’m Amelia, by the way,” she said, offering her hand.

imquiteusedtobeingalone:

askcosplayisrael:

ask-shy-glasses-lietchenstein:

oniisann:

reversedaura:

sakura-panties:

jaaaaaeger:

humaxgh0ull:

commanderarlert-sir:

captaincrunchmakesmebleed:

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Tokyo ghoul. Fuck

Yep were fuck

Free
I’m safe

Strawberry Panic.

yay ouo

Higurashi. Fucked in various, horrible ways.

annnnd it was Tokyo Ghoul….fuck

D.Gray-man…..hmmm….pretty fucked.

Ouran High School Host Club… nice

heTALIA

[CACKLES INTO THE SUNSET]

3 people came to visit Arthur!

shykirkland:

Arthur was singing to himself looking somewhat sad. Beth was on his mind again. He really loved her, he truly did but…now she was gone. He didn’t want to start crying again, but he knew even though he fought the tears they would come out soon. He was never good at hiding it. He looked at the doorway. “…..Hey.”

Amelia stood in the doorway, debating whether she should try asking the young man what was wrong or if she should just mind her business. She’d originally been drawn there after hearing the faint singing; it was pleasant, though somewhat melancholy, and once she’d seen the expression on the singer’s face- well, she wasn’t completely oblivious.

She was just about ready to leave when she was noticed. “Hello there,” she said, smiling awkwardly, “I uh, heard you singing.”

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imquiteusedtobeingalone:

"Memory loss," he slips in, running a hand through his hair. "…this is quite confusing. England? Who calls themselves England? I sound like an absolute nutcase…" Arthur eventually trails off, muttering some other musings under his breath, and huffs a heaving sigh, looking the girl in the eyes. "Can you tell me about myself?"

What a strange way to phrase that.

Whatever, the question is out of the way.

"Memory loss, really? It’s like something out of a soap. Let me guess, it all started after you began a clandestine affair with your maid." Amy grins at her amazing wit, but near immediately regrets poking fun at him.

"We don’t exactly pick our names. Think I’m named after some cartographer or something- don’t remember," Amy says, trailing off. She toys with her hair while she tried figuring out what to tell Arthur about himself.

"You’re ambitious. Headstrong. You were actually pretty ruthless back when I was growing up, but you’ve mellowed out, more or less. I know it sounds crazy but you really are England- hell, if you need a refresher on life events, I’ll pull up the wiki on your history. We’ll just steer clear of the 1770s and 80s. And the 1810s, while we’re at it. Maybe the 1860s, too.”

Walkin' After Midnight
Girl In A Coma
Girl In A Coma
53 plays

I go out walkin’ after midnight
Out in the starlight just hoping you may be
Somewhere walkin’ after midnight
Searchin’ for me

(Source: alexithymiadaily)

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imquiteusedtobeingalone:

He looks up suddenly, having been gazing at his clasped hands in thought, and meets eyes with sparkling sapphire blues. Something about their bright irises seem…familiar…to him. He scowls, huffing, and scratches the back of his head. “So, that’s my name, then? England?” he murmurs, choosing to temporarily pass over the obvious insult the girl added. “What the bloody hell kind of a name is that?”

"England" loses his train of thought rather quickly, drifting off and wondering what strange group of people would name themselves after countries, when he starts a little, leaning away from the other. "W-wait, who’re you, then?"

Amy sits back, and after seeing Arthur move back from her, she scoots a little further away. Maybe he took that little jab about his age a little too seriously? It didn’t explain why he’d pretend to not know her.

"Of course you’re England- Arthur Kirkland, and I’m America- Amelia F. Jones. What’s come over you?" Amy furrows her brow as she looks at him. There doesn’t seem to be much recognition in his expression, which is more than a little troubling to her. Being forgotten is something that happens to Maddie, not Amy!