goldstarginger:

postdrift:

Chris Evans in 4th, 6th and 7th grade.

And this is where we see there is hope for everyone. He’s still a big dork but he’s a big dork of a studmuffin

vinebox:

When you see someone in the store you don’t want to talk to

thekingspawn4:

ASK ME! Fill that inbox!

1. Where are you from?
2. Has an anime ever made you cry?
3. Post a screenshot of your tumblr activity page
4. A musical artist you love that isn’t well known?
5. How would you describe your sense of humour?
6. Would you ever give up your life to save someone else’s?
7. Did you make any resolutions for this year? What were they?
8. Last 3 blogs on your dashboard, not including any of your own.
9. Put your music player of choice on shuffle and list the first 3 songs
10. Can you curl your tongue?
11. Can you do any other accents other than your own?
12. Who would be your ideal partner?
13. Who is your favorite anime character?
14. Most used word?
15. Most used phrased?
16. Inspiration behind your URL?
17. Inspiration behind your blog title?
18. Is there something you would never do?
19. Is there anything you should be doing right now?
20. Is there a song which can bring you to tears instantly?
21. If you could study anything, what would it be?
22. If money was no object, where would you move to?
23. If you could spend a week anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?
24. Have you ever online dated?
25. Have you ever been in love?
26. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
27. Favorite song?
28. Favorite food?
29. Favorite movie?
30. Favorite foreign food?
31. Are you ticklish?
32. Are you a good liar?
33. Are you pursuing your dreams?
34. Are you scared of the future?
35. Are you happy with who you are?
36. Are you a clean or messy person?
37. Are you a good judge of character?
38. Are you a very open or private person?
39. Are you more attracted to men or women?
40. How old are you?
41. How tall are you?
42. How did you get your name?
43. How many posts do you have?
44. How many posts have you liked?
45. How are you feeling right now?
46. How many followers do you have?
47. How would you like to be remembered?
48. Do you have a crush?
49. Do you want children?
50. Do you have any pets?
51. Do you play video games?
52. Do you have much of an ego?
53. Do you believe in soul mates?
54. Do you prefer to text or call? 
55. Do you suck or bite lollipops?
56. Do you like long or short hair?
57. Do actions speak louder than words?
58. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?
59. Do you post mainly reblogs, or your own content?
60. Do you ever play board games or other non-computer games?
61. What makes you angry?
62. What is your birthday?
63. What shoe size are you?
64. What are you strengths?
65. What is your dream job?
66. What color is your hair?
67. What color is your eyes?
68. What do your parents do?
69. What is you middle name?
70. What are your weaknesses?
71. What is your zodiac sign?
72. What’s your lucky number?
73. What perfume do you wear?
74. What are you allergic to?
75. What’s the meaning of life?
76. What is your favorite color?
77. What is your favorite accent?
78. What makes you uncomfortable?
79. What is your personality type?
80. What is your #1 favorite anime?
81. What type of music do you like?
82. What or whom do you miss right now?
83. What’s your favourite number, and why?
84. What programs do you currently have open?
85. What do you typically have for breakfast?
86. What age do people usually mistake you for?
87. What’s the most notes you’ve ever had on a post?
88. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?
89. What are five things you want to do before you die?
90. What fandoms would you consider yourself a part of?

nivalingreenhow:

when McGonagall finds out that Ginny is pregnant, and that the Weasley and Potter bloodlines will converge, she marks on her calender the day the child will turn 11 and that is the day she retires 

0ne-d1rection-me:

I don’t know if I wanna be Luke or Ashton but damn

dex5m:

qwanderer:

thisisevenharderthannamingablog:

girl-farts:

kingcheddarxvii:

notviolet:

Chris Pratt Interrupts Interview To French Braid Intern’s Hair

SHUT THE HELL U P

this man has gone too far

damn

Where does Marvel FIND these people?

Imagine - Chris Pratt and Jeremy Renner show up to your door the night of prom and your parents are like WHY DO YOU HAVE TWO DATES AND WHY ARE THEY SO BIG AND BEEFY AND INTIMIDATING but Chris is just like “Nah I’m hair” and Jeremy raises his hand and says “And I’m makeup”

I was thinking the same thing!

Top tip from Marvel Cosmetics: French braid + lips, brows and lashes.

hemmo199:

5sostrum:

ashy-irwin:

are u bloody kidding me

he knows what hes doing

Cute ass lil shit -.-

everybodyilovedies:

stuckinabucket:

"Oooooookay.  That’s…weird."

"Four, five, six…subtle, guys.  Real subtle."

"Are you shitting me?  Covert ops, my Irish grandmother.  This is why you people lost in ‘Nam."

"Really?  With the budging in behind me, and the whole goon squad?  I am going to kick everybody’s ass on general principle."

THIS IS WHY YOU LSOT ‘NAM OH MY GOSHHHHHHH

midget-banana:

toothless-madness:

thursdaysangel-tuesdaysdemon:

soaked-fallen-angel:

blackeyedcas:

'Their greatest asset is their greatest curse. They can never be seen. 
Loneliest creatures in the Universe.' -The Doctor

#DEAN DIED#SO WHEN CAS VISITS HIS GRAVE HE JUST BREAKS DOWN#SO TERRIBLY HEARTBROKEN#NOTHING LEFT TO LIVE FOR#SO HE TURNS INTO STONE#IN THE HOPE THAT SOME DAY#DEAN WILL COME BACK AGAIN#LIKE HE ALWAYS DOES#BUT HE DOESNT - 

In the cemetery in a small town in the middle of Kansas, there’s a gravestone with a peculiarity to it. The statue of an angel lies there, slumped over, weeping.

The townspeople like to tell stories about the angel. They say the angel’s lover was buried there, and the angel was so heartbroken that he turned to stone, lacking the motivation to move ever again without his lover to move with him.

People go missing there, sometimes, in the graveyard. Parents warn their children never to go alone, to be careful, because people go in to mourn their loved ones and they don’t come back.

-January 24, 1979-

Emma Grey views the hospital around her and blinks. She’s sprawled on the ground, confused. Emma wipes the tears off her face and stands up. She’d been walking to her recently passed father’s grave to talk to him and give him her weekly flowers but now – where was she?
“Shhh, let’s get you to the nursery. You’ll be fine, sweetie. We just need to get you checked out and then you can go back to Mommy.” A nurse hurries past Emma, pushing a cart with a crying child down the hall.

–November 3rd,1983–

Michael blinks, confused. He’d been walking with Mommy, to visit where Anna was sleeping in the ground, but Mommy got mad after he asked when his sister would be back and Mommy scared him when she was sad-angry like that, so he ran off. But now there was a big orange and yellow fire eating up the house in front of him. Michael turns around and around, trying to find the familiarity of the stone rows and fresh flowers, but all he sees is the house and the firefighters in their big suits and look, there was another boy! He was running out of the house carrying a bundle of blankets and Michael tries to call out to him but the boy doesn’t turn around.

–July 14th, 2002–

One moment, he was standing in front of his mother’s grave, and the next, Thomas Fox was pacing the pavement in front of a shitty motel. He blinked, dazed, taking in his surroundings as two young men argue several yards away. One of them is carrying a duffel bag over his shoulder and he’s yelling.

“Dean, this is my choice. I told you I want a normal life and Stanford–”

“Shut up, Sammy.” The shorter one - Dean - seems to hesitate and then he embraces the other man. Thomas isn’t sure but he thinks they both might be shaking.

–September 18th, 2008–

Her palms have suddenly been sliced by broken glass and Ingrid blinks rapidly, trying to wash away tears of pain and grief. She’s in some kind of supply store, an abandoned one judging by the glass everywhere, and fuck she cannot deal with this right now. All she wanted was to call Leah and tell her about the most recent insane development in her life but Leah was just a hole in the ground now and - Ingrid lets out another sob and pulls herself up, avoiding the shattered glass while she walks to the door.

–May 4th, 2056–

The cemetery is old and crumbling now. The woman, bones brittle with age, hobbles to the middle of the graveyard and raises a bony hand to what once was the statue of an angel. It’s almost as if the feathers on it’s wings have fallen out. Castiel, she whispers. It took years of research and conversations with shady people in shadier alleys, but she’d figured it out eventually.

This statue is utterly broken. What must once have been powerful and indestructible is turned to stone, to dust. She crouches, paining her old knees, and brushes the dirt from the grave. It wasn’t unmarked after all; the shadows of Castiel’s stone trenchcoat merely hid it.

Castiel, she breathes again. Castiel, he was saved the moment his soul and your grace embraced. Do not mourn, for heaven has granted him all the paradise it could. Rejoice, for he only waits for you to join him and complete it.

Emma Grey walks away and does not look back, knowing only stone feathers remain.

         D. W.

–the righteous man–

I wanna shake your hand and punch your face at the same time

you HAD TO make it sadder, right? I MEAN I DREW THAT SHIT WHAT MADE YOU THINK I NEEDED THIS IN MY LIFE