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This 144-Year-Old Wisteria In Japan Looks Like A Pink Sky

These stunning photographs, which look like a glorious late evening sky with dashes of pink and purple, are actually pictures of Japan’s largest wisteria (or wistaria, depending on whom you ask) plant.

This plant, located in Ashikaga Flower Park in Japan, is certainly not the largest in the world, but it still comes in at an impressive 1,990 square meters (or half an acre) and dates back to around 1870 (the largest, at about 4,000 square meters, is the wisteria vine in Sierra Madre, California). Although wisterias can look like trees, they’re actually vines. Because its vines have the potential to get very heavy, this plant’s entire structure is held up on steel supports, allowing visitors to walk below its canopy and bask in the pink and purple light cast by its beautiful hanging blossoms.

Image credits: Takao Tsushima

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If you can show me a man that looks better than Richard Armitage in military uniform I will give you my first born

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I see your Tennant and raise you Hiddleston and Cumberbatch

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i see your hiddleston and cumberbatch and raise you ackles

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I acknowledge your Ackles and raise you Rogers

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Have a Sebastian Stan

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UK-based artist Robin Wight uses stainless steel wire to form stunning, dynamic sculptures of winged fairies dancing in the wind.

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Cast of "Lewis MacLeod is Not Himself" – Knock, knock. Who's There? Benedict Cumberbatch

mollydobby:

An Attempt to Eff the Ineffable - Transcript of “Knock, knock. Who’s There? Benedict Cumberbatch.” from BBC comedy sketch show “Lewis Macleod is Not Himself ” S1E01  (x)

It does a great job with imitating Benedict’s and Martin’s voice and delivery - and its observations are hilariously absurd yet not untrue at the same time. 

“Ricky Gervais”: [as David Brent] Morning, Tim! Tim Bowler, Timbory-Tim, Timbory, Tim, Timbory Tim, Timboree! What are you doing?

“Martin”: Oh, er, you know, I’m just, you know, er … gazing despairingly at the camera like a perplexed hamster, as is my duty as the put-upon everyman character.

“Ricky Gervais”: Well, well, you know, just to whisper in your shell-like [?] *laughs raucously* - the new guy starts today. I said you could show him the ropes.

“Martin”: Fine, er … when’s he coming?

“Benedict”: [Sherlock voice] I’ve been observing you from the reception area for the last half an hour. That is to say, I’m already here. Don’t feel bad for not noticing me sooner. When I stand very still and don’t speak, I can easily be mistaken for an incredibly ornate and attractive hat stand. The kind you find in an antique shop that doesn’t have any price tags. Don’t touch - you can’t afford. Hello.

“Martin”: Good … er … yeah, good gracious. Erm, what are you?

“Benedict”: My name is long and ridiculous, like my face. They call me Benedict Cumberbatch.

*fairy tale harp chords* [medieval choral chant] Ben-ne-dict Cum-ber-baaatch!

“Benedict”: Don’t worry, that always happens.

“Martin”: Uh, OK, right, yeah. Um, OK, well, so, let’s give you the tour. Well, we’ve got, you know, the photocopier here …

“Benedict”: Pish, posh, and Duchy biscuits. You don’t think I actually care about your tedious office, do you?

“Martin”: Well, no, but I sort of imagined you’re here because -

“Benedict”: Oh, you beautifully obtuse little turnip of a man. I’m here because after Sherlock and the Hobbit, I’m now contractually obliged to appear in everything you ever do, shall do, have done, have so much as considered doing – don’t you understand, we go together like bangers and mash, like cream tea and scones, like a put-upon everyman character actor and a big posh flamboyant manic pixie dream boy with cheekbones you could balance a BAFTA on.

Is it a man? Is it several hyper-intelligent cats sitting on one another’s shoulders wearing a latex man-suit? Or is it an incredibly sexy horse that’s learned to walk on its hind legs and talk very very very fast?

“Martin”: Um … sorry, could you repeat all that please?

“Benedict”: No time, get down with me beneath this desk.

“Martin”: Why? Is there someone going to try to kill us or something? Or …

“Benedict”: [dramatic low voice] No, we just need to get uncomfortably close to one other and gaze homoerotically into each other’s eyes. Can you feel the tension? Can you? Can you … do you want to give me a little kiss? Oh you mustn’t - I’m an alabaster Adonis, don’t touch me!

“Martin”:  Um, yeah, OK.  Erm, bit weird, er … but still, less annoying than that Gervais guy. Erm, look, erm … how much longer is this going to go on for?

“Benedict”: For the rest of your life.

“Martin”:  What?

“Benedict”: Now, if you don’t mind, I have to exit dramatically through a window or something, for no reason other than it looks fantastic. Goodbye for now, put-upon everyman character actor. Remember my name.

“Martin”: *sighs* Ahhhh - I’ll never forget you, Bumblebee Cuttlefish! 

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No one will ever be as sad about Firefly as Nathan himself. #firefly

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No one will ever be as sad about Firefly as Nathan himself. #firefly

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#not the most dangerous thing in austrailia

Australians would make the worst horror/apocalpyse/zombie movie characters.
Oh Zombies. Meh, I’ll deal with them after a cold one….
The earth is on fire…. Again?! 

"There was one thing no one considered, however: Australia was populated by Australians.  While the rest of us were trying to adapt to a world that suddenly seemed bent on eradicating the human race, the Australians had been dealing with a hostile environment for centuries.  They looked upon our zombie apocalypse, and they were not impressed.
“After the Rising was over, life for Australians went on much as it had before.  They went to work, went to the pub, and endeavored not to die whilst living in a country that contained the lion’s share of the world’s venomous snakes, deadly spiders, and other such vermin.  The addition of zombie kangaroos—and worse, zombie wombats—did nothing to change the essential character of the nation.  If anything, global response to the Rising only confirmed something that many Australians had quietly believed for quite some time: if forced to live in Australia for a year, most of the world’s population would simply curl up in a fetal ball and die of terror.”
— “How Green This Land, How Blue This Sea.”

seananmcguire:

thehighwayphantom:

i-am-momo-senpai:

#not the most dangerous thing in austrailia

Australians would make the worst horror/apocalpyse/zombie movie characters.

Oh Zombies. Meh, I’ll deal with them after a cold one….

The earth is on fire…. Again?! 

"There was one thing no one considered, however: Australia was populated by Australians.  While the rest of us were trying to adapt to a world that suddenly seemed bent on eradicating the human race, the Australians had been dealing with a hostile environment for centuries.  They looked upon our zombie apocalypse, and they were not impressed.

After the Rising was over, life for Australians went on much as it had before.  They went to work, went to the pub, and endeavored not to die whilst living in a country that contained the lion’s share of the world’s venomous snakes, deadly spiders, and other such vermin.  The addition of zombie kangaroos—and worse, zombie wombats—did nothing to change the essential character of the nation.  If anything, global response to the Rising only confirmed something that many Australians had quietly believed for quite some time: if forced to live in Australia for a year, most of the world’s population would simply curl up in a fetal ball and die of terror.”

— “How Green This Land, How Blue This Sea.”

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History told by Tumblr 

I needed this during AP world history thanks a lot tumblr never here when I need you the most

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This 144-Year-Old Wisteria In Japan Looks Like A Pink Sky

These stunning photographs, which look like a glorious late evening sky with dashes of pink and purple, are actually pictures of Japan’s largest wisteria (or wistaria, depending on whom you ask) plant.

This plant, located in Ashikaga Flower Park in Japan, is certainly not the largest in the world, but it still comes in at an impressive 1,990 square meters (or half an acre) and dates back to around 1870 (the largest, at about 4,000 square meters, is the wisteria vine in Sierra Madre, California). Although wisterias can look like trees, they’re actually vines. Because its vines have the potential to get very heavy, this plant’s entire structure is held up on steel supports, allowing visitors to walk below its canopy and bask in the pink and purple light cast by its beautiful hanging blossoms.

Image credits: Takao Tsushima

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aidanturnerconfessions:

If you can show me a man that looks better than Richard Armitage in military uniform I will give you my first born

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I see your Tennant and raise you Hiddleston and Cumberbatch

image

i see your hiddleston and cumberbatch and raise you ackles

image

I acknowledge your Ackles and raise you Rogers

image

BAM GERARD WAY

image

Have a Sebastian Stan

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UK-based artist Robin Wight uses stainless steel wire to form stunning, dynamic sculptures of winged fairies dancing in the wind.

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Steven Moffat on Listen (x)

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No one will ever be as sad about Firefly as Nathan himself. #firefly

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No one will ever be as sad about Firefly as Nathan himself. #firefly

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seananmcguire:

thehighwayphantom:

i-am-momo-senpai:

#not the most dangerous thing in austrailia

Australians would make the worst horror/apocalpyse/zombie movie characters.
Oh Zombies. Meh, I’ll deal with them after a cold one….
The earth is on fire…. Again?! 

"There was one thing no one considered, however: Australia was populated by Australians.  While the rest of us were trying to adapt to a world that suddenly seemed bent on eradicating the human race, the Australians had been dealing with a hostile environment for centuries.  They looked upon our zombie apocalypse, and they were not impressed.
“After the Rising was over, life for Australians went on much as it had before.  They went to work, went to the pub, and endeavored not to die whilst living in a country that contained the lion’s share of the world’s venomous snakes, deadly spiders, and other such vermin.  The addition of zombie kangaroos—and worse, zombie wombats—did nothing to change the essential character of the nation.  If anything, global response to the Rising only confirmed something that many Australians had quietly believed for quite some time: if forced to live in Australia for a year, most of the world’s population would simply curl up in a fetal ball and die of terror.”
— “How Green This Land, How Blue This Sea.”

seananmcguire:

thehighwayphantom:

i-am-momo-senpai:

#not the most dangerous thing in austrailia

Australians would make the worst horror/apocalpyse/zombie movie characters.

Oh Zombies. Meh, I’ll deal with them after a cold one….

The earth is on fire…. Again?! 

"There was one thing no one considered, however: Australia was populated by Australians.  While the rest of us were trying to adapt to a world that suddenly seemed bent on eradicating the human race, the Australians had been dealing with a hostile environment for centuries.  They looked upon our zombie apocalypse, and they were not impressed.

After the Rising was over, life for Australians went on much as it had before.  They went to work, went to the pub, and endeavored not to die whilst living in a country that contained the lion’s share of the world’s venomous snakes, deadly spiders, and other such vermin.  The addition of zombie kangaroos—and worse, zombie wombats—did nothing to change the essential character of the nation.  If anything, global response to the Rising only confirmed something that many Australians had quietly believed for quite some time: if forced to live in Australia for a year, most of the world’s population would simply curl up in a fetal ball and die of terror.”

— “How Green This Land, How Blue This Sea.”

(Source: xyaeger, via ceruvial-brooks)

starryeyedqueen:

itsstuckyinmyhead:

History told by Tumblr 

I needed this during AP world history thanks a lot tumblr never here when I need you the most

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Cast of "Lewis MacLeod is Not Himself" – Knock, knock. Who's There? Benedict Cumberbatch

mollydobby:

An Attempt to Eff the Ineffable - Transcript of “Knock, knock. Who’s There? Benedict Cumberbatch.” from BBC comedy sketch show “Lewis Macleod is Not Himself ” S1E01  (x)

It does a great job with imitating Benedict’s and Martin’s voice and delivery - and its observations are hilariously absurd yet not untrue at the same time. 

“Ricky Gervais”: [as David Brent] Morning, Tim! Tim Bowler, Timbory-Tim, Timbory, Tim, Timbory Tim, Timboree! What are you doing?

“Martin”: Oh, er, you know, I’m just, you know, er … gazing despairingly at the camera like a perplexed hamster, as is my duty as the put-upon everyman character.

“Ricky Gervais”: Well, well, you know, just to whisper in your shell-like [?] *laughs raucously* - the new guy starts today. I said you could show him the ropes.

“Martin”: Fine, er … when’s he coming?

“Benedict”: [Sherlock voice] I’ve been observing you from the reception area for the last half an hour. That is to say, I’m already here. Don’t feel bad for not noticing me sooner. When I stand very still and don’t speak, I can easily be mistaken for an incredibly ornate and attractive hat stand. The kind you find in an antique shop that doesn’t have any price tags. Don’t touch - you can’t afford. Hello.

“Martin”: Good … er … yeah, good gracious. Erm, what are you?

“Benedict”: My name is long and ridiculous, like my face. They call me Benedict Cumberbatch.

*fairy tale harp chords* [medieval choral chant] Ben-ne-dict Cum-ber-baaatch!

“Benedict”: Don’t worry, that always happens.

“Martin”: Uh, OK, right, yeah. Um, OK, well, so, let’s give you the tour. Well, we’ve got, you know, the photocopier here …

“Benedict”: Pish, posh, and Duchy biscuits. You don’t think I actually care about your tedious office, do you?

“Martin”: Well, no, but I sort of imagined you’re here because -

“Benedict”: Oh, you beautifully obtuse little turnip of a man. I’m here because after Sherlock and the Hobbit, I’m now contractually obliged to appear in everything you ever do, shall do, have done, have so much as considered doing – don’t you understand, we go together like bangers and mash, like cream tea and scones, like a put-upon everyman character actor and a big posh flamboyant manic pixie dream boy with cheekbones you could balance a BAFTA on.

Is it a man? Is it several hyper-intelligent cats sitting on one another’s shoulders wearing a latex man-suit? Or is it an incredibly sexy horse that’s learned to walk on its hind legs and talk very very very fast?

“Martin”: Um … sorry, could you repeat all that please?

“Benedict”: No time, get down with me beneath this desk.

“Martin”: Why? Is there someone going to try to kill us or something? Or …

“Benedict”: [dramatic low voice] No, we just need to get uncomfortably close to one other and gaze homoerotically into each other’s eyes. Can you feel the tension? Can you? Can you … do you want to give me a little kiss? Oh you mustn’t - I’m an alabaster Adonis, don’t touch me!

“Martin”:  Um, yeah, OK.  Erm, bit weird, er … but still, less annoying than that Gervais guy. Erm, look, erm … how much longer is this going to go on for?

“Benedict”: For the rest of your life.

“Martin”:  What?

“Benedict”: Now, if you don’t mind, I have to exit dramatically through a window or something, for no reason other than it looks fantastic. Goodbye for now, put-upon everyman character actor. Remember my name.

“Martin”: *sighs* Ahhhh - I’ll never forget you, Bumblebee Cuttlefish! 

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