Dizzy Hurricane
I am going to start swearing by authors

superwhatlocked:

becca-morley:

thepreciousthing:

thecoffeetragedy:

flippyspoon:

dragonsigma:

"Holy mother of Mary Shelley!"

"What the Tolkien?"

"By Victor Hugo’s spare underpants!"

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph Conrad!"

"Pardon my Molière, but I don’t give a Faulkner."

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Thank you supernatural fandom

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

zeltallica:

likeadisneyprincess:

doctorwhovian12:

Elsa got arrested

This is amazing.

let me go

let me go

You can’t prove I did anythiiiiiing,

Let Me Go
Let Me Gooooooooooooo

Hans had it comiiiiiing…

claricechiarasorcha:

When The Avengers came out I wanted Clint and Natasha to be secret!married so bad, but now after The Winter Soldier I want it even more because Steve finds out and then his first thought is oh my god I kissed a married woman and he doesn’t know whether or not to confess because it was work-related but his conscience is eating away at him and finally he gives in but then he just can’t because Clint’s laughing so damn hard he can’t even hear himself speaking.

toppled by Al Keogh

deadbeatsblog:

once revered, now severed
the head lies disembodied 
heedless of its topless mass

pleniluniumx:

Do you see what I see?

Focus on Aiden for a moment; he’s exhausted from living this life. He doesn’t want to die, but he can’t do it anymore. He doesn’t feel loved the way Allison did — he doesn’t feel appreciated or honored. But he’s at peace — the final breath slipping from his lips and he falls back.

Now, focus on Ethan. He soothes Aiden; hushes him to rest, like he had so many times before. It’s okay to let go. But he’s not okay; the moment he feels the life leave Aiden, he breaks down. Lips quiver, tears burns his eyes and he caves. He falls with his brother, the response so automatic that the thought of leaving his side is unbearable. He clutches him, inhaling sharp breaths as the pain washes over him again and again.

He’s defeated; the world has won.

deadbeatsblog:

'Each suburban wife struggles with it alone. As she made the beds, shopped for groceries, matched slipcover material, ate peanut butter sandwiches with her children, chauffeured Cub Scouts and Brownies, lay beside her husband at night- she was afraid to ask even of herself the silent question— 'Is this all?' '


― Betty Friedan, The Feminine Mystique

thezhenger:

"wow… can i just say sir? i’m your biggest fan"
"i wish… specimen!"

steve rogers and tony stark ft. the adorably awkward bearded dudes who have massive crushes on them