My Visuals On The Avengers.
What’s in my ugly mass of a brain when their names drop c:
Iron man:
Captain America:
Hulk:
Thor:Hawk Eye:
Black Widow:
Nick Fury:Phil Coulson:
Loki:Spider man:
Perfect.
He is the sweetest person ever
#i can imagine the directors being like#’tom stop doing that you’re getting your costume dirty’#and he’d be all like#’i do not know of this tom you speak of’#’i only respond to loki’#’also i’m dead’
OMG this is.. PRECIOUS.
How do you words? Unf.
What if men were photographed the way women typically were?
They would look as wonderfully objectified sexy as this man here.
I literally felt like I did not have a choice.
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Honestly scrolled past it, then went back and reblogged it. You can’t deny robin williams.
^ I did exactly that.
robin williams demands it.
(Source: heytinafey, via doctor-loki-winchester-holmes)
The Shattering Of Dreams
She walked silently through the forest, her mind fully absorbed in the joy and greenery surrounding her. It was cold and the sky was grey, but somehow the day was perfect. Utterly perfect.
Maybe later I’ll go back to the village and get a mocha. she decided. It’ll get cold tonight, and I’ll need the warmth. And the chocolate. Chocolate is good.
Slightly amused at her scatterbrained train of thought, she followed the worn path that had called to her from just beyond humanity’s reach. It had been impossible to resist, offering solace and solitude amidst the stress of reality. And solitude had been what she’d received - in fact, not even the birds were making any noise anymore. She chalked it up to the thickness of the underbrush; the path had been getting progressively harder to follow the past few minutes. A branch stuck out at chest-level, daring her to move past it; she shrugged and ducked under the wooden guard. Once she’d regained her footing, she stared at the scene before her.
