*calls 911* hello?? my drug dealer said he would meet me at the park an hour ago but he’s still not here and i’m worried something happened
did that fucker just jump on water is this fucking cat jesus
tell yourself you’re hot. tell yourself you’re amazing. tell yourself you’re untouchably, radiantly attractive. do it every day, even if it feels like you’re lying to yourself. insist to the mirror that you’re the cutest thing its ever reflected. if you do it enough eventually it wont feel like lying anymore, it’ll be automatic, and you’ll recognize yourself as the incredible babe you really are.
as an australian, i will never not reblog this
SHELDON IS FREAKIN ADORABLE AND I WANT TO ADOPT HIM.
just saw a little girl at the beach about seven or eight years old and her name was cosette
the les mis fandom is reproducing
I would die if her future boyfriend is named Marius
So would all of his friends
How dare you
Bucky trying to make sense of his memories:
*points at Natasha:* I’ve slept with you.
*points at Steve* Have I slept with you?
Steve shakes his head and babbles something.
Bucky pats Steve’s chest. “We’ll fix that.”
#i’M CRYING #obligatory sam headcanon: #'have YOU slept with him?' #[insert sam babbles] #'we can work on that too' #bucky is the polyamory master #the polysexual we deserve (via queerkents)
The real problem with books-turned-movies isn’t “omg they didn’t include every single word in the book” it’s “omg they completely overlooked the main theme, threw out any significant allegories, took away all the emotional pull, an turned it into a boring action movie with a love triangle in it”