detectivesangelstardisandwands:

thedroidurlookingfor:

my-flourish-and-blotts:

just-for-shit-and-giggles:

fuckyeah-nerdery:

I am so fucking glad that they didn’t force these two into a romantic relationship.

BEST FRIEEEEEEEEEEENDS.

it’s even better when you remember, that every second they are not dying, she keeps trying to hook him up with any girl, she’s his wingwoman

She’s his Barney Stinson.

Haaaaaaaaaave you met Steve?

"Not this game again Tasha, we are not playing-"
"Haaaaaaavvve you met Steve?"
"…. hi."

Can that please be the running gag of Avengers 2? 

Like everyone who wants to be in a relationship is in one and they are all dedicated to setting Steve up with blind dates or hooking him up or introducing him to random people on the street until they can find Bucky and get Steve with him

Reblogged from nerds-are-cool

comecticut:

ericapuff:

today at school a boy named miguel jumped up on the lunch table

ripped his shirt off (his chest said “be mine”)

and started playing ‘careless whisper’ on the saxophone that he pulled basically out of thin air

like you can think i’m lying, i would, but

image

ARE THOSE BACKUP DANCERS

havocados:

basedgaben:

My dad credits this as his favorite photo of me.
When I was younger, I was very socially anxious. I hated crowds, hated attention, hated being up on stage. In preschool there was this little Halloween show that we put on, and man, I did not want to do that shit, let me tell you. All those parents watching me sing some stupid song? Nah, that ain’t me.
But I was forced to, and I was pissed about it. My dad was in the audience, taking pictures and enjoying the show. In that moment, I swear, my tiny four year old was pure rage and resentment. I felt the word “fuck” years before I knew what it was.
My dad pointed the camera at me, and I turned, and I looked. I gave him the look that summed up all the anger, all the absolute fury that was brewing inside me. He says that he had never before seen such a perfect depiction of total and complete hatred. In his four year old son.
To this day whenever I get pissed, he calls me “Buzz Lightyear”.

I felt the word “fuck” years before I knew what it was.

havocados:

basedgaben:

My dad credits this as his favorite photo of me.

When I was younger, I was very socially anxious. I hated crowds, hated attention, hated being up on stage. In preschool there was this little Halloween show that we put on, and man, I did not want to do that shit, let me tell you. All those parents watching me sing some stupid song? Nah, that ain’t me.

But I was forced to, and I was pissed about it. My dad was in the audience, taking pictures and enjoying the show. In that moment, I swear, my tiny four year old was pure rage and resentment. I felt the word “fuck” years before I knew what it was.

My dad pointed the camera at me, and I turned, and I looked. I gave him the look that summed up all the anger, all the absolute fury that was brewing inside me. He says that he had never before seen such a perfect depiction of total and complete hatred. In his four year old son.

To this day whenever I get pissed, he calls me “Buzz Lightyear”.

I felt the word “fuck” years before I knew what it was.

Reblogged from bellasmindpalace