gallifreyan-gallimaufry:

leda74:

therothwoman:

beowulfstits-archive:

I want to go to this exact point and run around it saying “I’m in Sweden!” I’m in Finland!” “I’m in Norway!” until I get tired
i aspire to great things in life

According to Google Maps, that point is in the middle of a small lake.

So we’ll do it in January when it’s frozen.

actually that’s why they’ve helpfully dropped a big-ass cement block with a bridge surrounding it in the middle of the lake: for the express purpose of doing what OP aspires to do

gallifreyan-gallimaufry:

leda74:

therothwoman:

beowulfstits-archive:

I want to go to this exact point and run around it saying “I’m in Sweden!” I’m in Finland!” “I’m in Norway!” until I get tired

i aspire to great things in life

According to Google Maps, that point is in the middle of a small lake.

So we’ll do it in January when it’s frozen.

actually that’s why they’ve helpfully dropped a big-ass cement block with a bridge surrounding it in the middle of the lake: for the express purpose of doing what OP aspires to do

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barlowstreet:

hungrylikethewolfie:

unreconstructedfangirl:

All of these places look like heaven to this duvet princess.

Okay but that first one, I’m not sure y’all understand how deeply-instilled my desire for a cupboard bed has been since the days of David the Gnome.

I really love reading nooks. Ask
Memekon
, I keep telling her that. And then she tells me that the demon will get me.

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4gifs:

When airport employees get bored

4gifs:

When airport employees get bored

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hauriret:

star trek captain shaming.

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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 

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clracomalfoy:

”And this is Amortentia ,the most powerful love potion in the world. It’s rumored to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them. “

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orlandobloomfistmeintheass:

tastefullyoffensive:

I love the look on his face when he gets to the smallest one.

[theflyhater]

i fucking watched this

for 15 minutes

waiting for the look on his face when he gets to the smallest one

15 minutes

of staring 

i trusted you

do you understand 

how much i want to kill you right now

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gyzym:

real talk though: how many times do you think scott has realized stiles was keeping something from him when he caught stiles frenetically humming “scotty doesn’t know” under his breath

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openyoureyesdeanwinchester:

My brother's not evil. He was just...high...yeah? So, could you fix him up so we can get back to traveling around the country and hunting monsters?

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ally0mazing:

Harry potter and the sorceror’s sass
The chamber of sassiness
The prisoner of sasskaban
The goblet of sass
The sass blood prince
The sassy hallows

The sassiest boy who lived…..

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This is what happens when you give computers fannish names

pertifity: wow. cas is sloooooooooooooow. should install startup inspector and see what's running
suzvoy: good plan
pertifity: I don't know why he's so slow, reinstalling him never brought back fast cas. he lost his grace
suzvoy: damn you, canon cas!
pertifity: clearly, we need to find another laptop and slit its throat
suzvoy: well it AIN'T gonna be mine. sorry bb
pertifity: traitor! I see how it is, on cas' side until the going gets tough
suzvoy: sorry, it's always been sammy and me first! it's the way I was not-raised!
pertifity: whatever, see if cas comes to the rescue for your sake again!
suzvoy: cas ALWAYS comes. no homo
pertifity: yes homo
suzvoy: maaajor no homo
pertifity: uh huh
suzvoy: :D
pertifity: :D
suzvoy: this is going on tumblr
pertifity: I suspected
suzvoy: <3
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fyeahwintersoldier:

buchanian:

"he acts with his eyes"

#ok i agree a 100% with that #in all roles he’s played he does so much with expressions #especially his eyes #but in TWS he wore a mask for half the movie so he had to develop a whole new acting style #he had to use body language #and he did such a great job i’m so proud of him ok

This was such a powerful performance. I really like his answers when asked if it was difficult to act when you had no lines. How people usually expressed themselves with words and tend to forget that their true feelings can be written all over their face. How he didn’t recognized himself in the mirror as the Winter Soldier and how he had to learn new ways of pushing his emotions to the surface. This is not someone who wants to spend his career relying on a pretty face. This is someone who took a chance to try new things even when he was scared shitless that he might fail. A big part of him knew that this role could either make or break him because of its importance in the Marvel Universe. This was not just a character that he could take from scratch and make it work. This was not a blank canvas where he could paint an interpretation on. Bucky Barnes has been fleshed out and developed since before Sebastian was even born. People have followed his story and probably wondered when they would be able to see Bucky come alive on screen. There were expectations and a lot of pressure behind this role and Sebastian jumped in and committed 110%, hoping that he was doing a good enough job not only for the people producing the film, but for the fans.  And just … thank you. 

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boopboopbi:

marvel-tags:

no, not without you

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"You should go," Bucky says quietly, "take a shoot, Stark’ll be able to pick you up, he’ll find you. I got this."

Steve doesn’t catch his meaning at first, he doesn’t understand the quiet seriousness of Bucky’s suggestion - not until he looks up, catches sight of Bucky’s bruised face out of the corner of his eye. “What? No, we-“

"Steve, I got this," Bucky motions his head towards the controls and reaches out to take them with his right arm. His left hangs awkwardly at his side. 

He knows exactly what Bucky’s suggesting- that he stays behind and makes sure the plane goes down where it can’t do any damage while Steve saves himself. Every response is geared towards outrage that Bucky could think him capable of such action, but he knows if things were the other way around… so he finds himself saying, “there aren’t any shoots,” stupidly, like that makes any difference.

Bucky’s jaw is set, stubbornness written into every line of his body. “You’d survive the fall, you’d be able to hang on long enough for them to find you, you’d-“

"I’m not leaving you," Steve says, just as stubborn, just as desperate.

Bucky laughs helplessly, “I ain’t going anywhere, pal,” he says. Steve looks him over more carefully and he can see that the arm is not the only injury Bucky is nursing. He’s not come out of the fight well. “Besides, someone’s gotta crash land this tincan.”

"We could rig the controls," Steve suggests, "we could both jump. I’d cover you, we’d be okay." He knows it’s a desperate hope. He’s not even sure he could survive the fall, let alone if he could protect Bucky at the same time. But he’d try, god, he’d try.

"Steve-" the way Bucky says his name is almost a sob. "Please, you have to go!"

"No! Not without you!" He remembers Bucky saying the same thing to him, almost a lifetime ago it seems. He understands now why he’d been so angry. 

The radio crackles beside them and the white ice below grows ever closer. It’s too late now anyway, and Steve’s not stupid. They’re on a collision he can’t alter. The best they can hope to do is survive the impact. If they manage that…well, he’ll worry about the rest then.

He pulls Bucky behind the shelter of the controls, covers him as best he can with the shield and braces. It doesn’t make much difference. The impact throws them both and knocks Steve out cold. 

When he wakes it is dark, and so, so cold. Bucky’s still in his arms, his breathing shallow, his pulse weak. 

"Bucky?" Steve’s voice catches in his throat as his fingers curl stiffly in Bucky’s jacket. His skin is pale, and Bucky’s lips are blue, and Steve knows how this ends. He could try escape from the confines of the plane, try seek out help, but he’s not leaving Bucky here alone and he knows if he takes him outside the elements will kill him long before they reach safety. "Okay, okay," Steve whispers, his tears freezing long before they threaten to fall. He pulls Bucky as close as possible, wraps his arms around him and tries to share as much body heat as he can. "We’ll be okay," he says.

"You’re a terrible liar," Bucky slurs, his eyes still closed.

"Yeah," Steve chokes, "I know."

"D’Monty let fire out gain?" He mumbles, his words faint, broken and confused. He’s gone already. He’s not even shivering anymore.

Steve presses his cheek to Bucky’s temple. “Yeah,” he says, “I’ll keep you warm. Just…try stay awake.”

"Tired," Bucky says, so faint Steve can hardly hear him over the sound of his own sluggish heartbeat. 

He swallows, glad he can’t cry. He can’t feel his fingers; can only feel his face where his skin is against Bucky’s. “Then sleep,” he soothes, “I’ll take care of us.”

Bucky makes a soft sound of agreement and goes still in Steve’s arms. He lets out a small breath…and doesn’t take another.

He can pretend Bucky is just sleeping, that this is just another of those endless, freezing cold nights they’ve spent side by side in the Alps. One of a hundred nights where Bucky pressed against him, sharing Steve’s warmth as they slept under the stars. He likes the idea of that. He can even see the stars through portions of the large glass windows of the plane. There must be a billion of them out there, maybe more.

If he looks at them instead of down at Bucky he can pretend, so he does. Then he closes his eyes, and sleeps.

He wakes up. He can only have been out for a second, a minute, maybe. He’s not cold, he’s not sore, and he can hear the soft sound of a wireless playing in the background. 

He jerks upright. Bucky’s no longer in his arms. 

The bright morning light streams in through open windows and he knows right away something is very, very wrong. 

But before he can determine what, before he can start to understand why his instincts are telling him to run, he spots Bucky in a bed across the room. He’s pale, his skirt hanging loose where his left arm should be, but there is no mistaking the rise and fall of his chest. 

"Bucky?" Steve calls out, his voice catching, choked with painful hope. In the bed, Bucky stirs at the sound of Steve’s voice. He’s alive. He’s okay. He’s-

The door to the room opens and a tall man in a sweeping leather coat enters. His presence is intimidating enough without the eyepatch and Steve moves to place himself between him and Bucky. 

But he doesn’t seem interesting in causing them any harm. He smiles - as much of a smile as a man like him probably ever gives - and nods his head. “Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes…welcome back to the land of the living.”

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mylovelylittlestyles:

I wonder if bucky is ever just going about his day and minding his own business when suddenly

he feels it

steve did something stupid again

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