My arm is in excruciating pain tonight, from finger tips to an inch above my elbow and it’s times like these I wish 4th grader me would have just not maybe broke both arms at the same time, just fuckin maybe not get dizzy like a dumb ass and break my nose while I’m at it like damn ok



When Michael Jackson gets woke up for school
Vine by: The Black Simba





Freddie Mercury’s vocal range, ladies and gentlemen.

We are not worthy

fuckin how





i am king

hail tooly

Bold & Brash
S. Tentacles, 2001


This is one of the first things I saw on this god forsaken site like 4 years ago and it still holds a dear place in my heart

this is by


describing eye colors isn’t actually v helpful as a description??? talk about the makeup smeared on the left side, the lines under their eyes, the sloppily cut hair obscuring their eyes from view, how bloodshot or sunken they seem in the face, how wide they go at the slightest sound, how glassy and unblinking they seem, how they’re always darting away

all of that tells me a bit more about the character than whatever shade of gemstone they most resemble, seriously

where are all my nick fury fics

where are all of my nick fury being a solid wall for natasha who doesn’t treat her like glass or a bomb waiting to go off, who pushes her to try her damned hardest and at the end of the day grips her shoulder and offers to take her for a burger. i want nat and fury in a diner at 3 a.m., blood on their knuckles and natasha swiping fries from fury’s plate, knees curled up to her chin. 

i want them to have a special language which includes vast wiggling of nat’s eyebrows and nick rolling and glaring with one eye and then they high five and kick ass

you have to want this for you” is something nick probably said one point and it stuck with natasha that this was the first human demanding her to make her own choices, rather than forcing their’s on her


my dad’s listening to music in here

jason/tim instagram/snapchat headcanons? xD




jason sneaks into Tims office in chip n dales attire for an assholey surprise but ends up hiding under a desk when tim isnt actually there and a small meeting is being held, sends for help and gets DENIED


I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

-Sylvia Plath, ‘Mad Girl’s Love Song.’