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THEIR PRETTY FACES!!!
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Honey, you don’t have to live up to the Captain America Character that much.
Y’all. His mother is literally helping him learn how to use Twitter.
How dare he.
THE BLUE CHECK MEANS YOU’RE REAL!!!
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I never did figure it out what this lovely thing said; hubby had to tell me. It’s in my tags, in case you’re as lame as—in case you give up, too.
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I would watch the fuck out of this.
the avengers | cop drama au
A series of murders of influential people in different cities across the country is the reason why Colonel Nick Fury, a decorated ex-army man consulting for the FBI has assembled a team of skilled detectives to solve the murders and stop the killer before more deaths occur. The investigation takes a personal turn when the brother of one Detective Odinson is implicated in the murders.
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oh how the internet doth corrupt…
“I can’t fall asleep without sound in the background, specifically people talking. For the longest time this problem kept me up at night until I found WTFIWWY live. Nash and Tara talking about naked Floridians is now a lullaby for me.”
what be this madness???
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So much love…
deadpool ilu
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Yeah, that would happen. Though, Diamanda should meet Cinema Snob.
“I don’t care if they’ve never met.
Diamanda Hagan and AskThatGuy belong together.”(I can’t be the only one who thought of this. -Meerkat)
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ohai new fave kink, didn’t notice you there…
“Spoony cosplaying as Loki would be the best thing ever.”
(Yes. Yes it would. /Fanboys so hard he dies/ -Rants)
1. Shilo and Nathan from Repo the genetic Opera
2. Alice, from Alice< Madness Returns,
3. The Men in Black.
I have fucking alien technology, I’ll be fine.
1. Nick Drake2. Um. I think the last proper game I played was Crafting Mama? So… me?
3. Coulson.
My chances are really pretty poor, honestly. I ain’t counting on Nick Drake for shit. It’s mostly gonna be me cowering and trying not to die. Like always.
- Peter Hollens (an indie a cappella artist).
- Natassja, my L32 Demon Hunter in Diablo III.
- Whatever the heck Chris Evans’s character was named in Cellular.
Quite honestly, Peter Hollens and Chris Evans would just be icing. Natassja just killed the goddamn Lord of Terror himself, Diablo, and I’m sure she could easily take out the whole zombie apocalypse by her lonesome — she’s certainly killed hundreds of zombies to date.
(Husband and I beat Normal level of Diablo III today! On to Nightmare! And yes, yes I did name her Natassja as a nod to the Avengers. Ahem.)
hugh jackman
Ezio
and the Avengers.
I’m living through this apocalypse oh yeah
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OH god, too cute
loki-cat:
RENNER SPELLED BACKWARDS IS STILL RENNER
OH MGMGG
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Verity fuckin’ Burns people. Represent.
“You have a shoe.”
“I know.”
Sherlock sat up on the sofa. “Is there some reason…”
“She bought them… to go with my jumper.”
Sherlock kept his face straight with an effort. “And you have one because…?”
John glared at him. “I have one because she threw one at me.” He dumped the stripey footwear on the coffee table and pulled up his jumper to display the distinctive impact mark of a stiletto heel on his chest.
Sherlock attempted to focus on the mark rather than the chest.
John dropped down onto the end of the sofa. “Apparently I am too ‘into my flatmate’ to appreciate her efforts.”
Sherlock managed not to enquire exactly how far into his flatmate John would like to go.
John sighed, leaning his head back on the top of the seat cushions.
“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”
“Would an itemised list be helpful?”
“I doubt it.”
Sherlock hesitated, an array of contradictory platitudes marching confusingly through his mind as he debated taking a risk he’d been skirting for months. “Perhaps you’re looking in the wrong place?”
John rolled his head round to the side so that he was looking at Sherlock’s face. “I don’t see…” His words died away, the world fading around them as they stared at each other.
“You idiot!”
Sherlock sat up straighter. “There’s no need…”
“There’s every need! Why the hell did you never say anything? You knew I was interested - you’ve known since that very first night! Why did you…?” John broke off. “Never mind. That’s enough time wasted. Come here. You come here to me right now.”
There was no room for argument and no objection to be made.
Sherlock came.
— Fic: Verity Burns; shoe: Charlotte Olympia
Since the whole gay pony promise worked a treat yesterday, why not make more promises I can’t keep? So: Rainbow-maned unicorns for every note!
A little Sherlock doodle.
