Thursday, October 2, 2014
baimbie:

bonvivantx:

“If all cosmos were the same distance apart, gravity would pull them all in the same direction. They’d remain perfectly aligned, and precisely nothing would happen. Irregularity, imperfection, and lack of order in hydrogen compacts, atoms of gas gravitating away from each other, and compressed temperatures is what created our universe. Perfection in our galaxy simply does not exist. Without imperfection, neither you nor I would exist.” —Into The Universe with Stephen Hawking: ‘The Story of Everything’ Utilize this as an analogy next time attempt to undermine your self-worth caused by fallacious and subjective standards one must meet in order to attain aesthetic appeal. Symmetric cannot be created if its source is asymmetric.

i love this so much

baimbie:

bonvivantx:

“If all cosmos were the same distance apart, gravity would pull them all in the same direction. They’d remain perfectly aligned, and precisely nothing would happen. Irregularity, imperfection, and lack of order in hydrogen compacts, atoms of gas gravitating away from each other, and compressed temperatures is what created our universe. Perfection in our galaxy simply does not exist. Without imperfection, neither you nor I would exist.” —Into The Universe with Stephen Hawking: ‘The Story of Everything’

Utilize this as an analogy next time attempt to undermine your self-worth caused by fallacious and subjective standards one must meet in order to attain aesthetic appeal. Symmetric cannot be created if its source is asymmetric.

i love this so much

animatedamerican:

awwww-cute:

A box of baby bengals

"What? No, I’m sorry, I ordered half a dozen mini bagels —”"Shut up, we’re keeping them."

animatedamerican:

awwww-cute:

A box of baby bengals

"What? No, I’m sorry, I ordered half a dozen mini bagels —”
"Shut up, we’re keeping them."


Clint Barton’s ringtone for Agent Coulson is the Men in Black song.

Clint Barton’s ringtone for Agent Coulson is the Men in Black song.

(Source: blandmarvelheadcanons)

There is a reason that most fanfiction authors, specifically girls, start with a Mary Sue. It’s because girls are taught that they are never enough. You can’t be too loud, too quiet, too smart, too stupid. You can’t ask too many questions or know too many answers. No one is flocking to you for advice. Then something wonderful happens. The girl who was told she’s stupid finds out that she can be a better wizard than Albus Dumbledore. And that is something very important. Terrible at sports? You’re a warrior who does backflips and Legolas thinks you’re THE BEST. No friends? You get a standing ovation from Han Solo and the entire Rebel Alliance when you crash-land safely on Hoth after blowing up the Super Double Death Star. It’s all about you. Everyone in your favorite universe is TOTALLY ALL ABOUT YOU.

I started writing fanfiction the way most girls did, by re-inventing themselves.

Mary Sues exist because children who are told they’re nothing want to be everything.
{UnWinona}: The Importance of Mary Sue  (via ultralaser)

Chris Evans’ mom said his character in The Losers (Jake Jensen) is the most like Chris in real life.

(Source: clhrisevans)

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bravejem:

typhanni:

afriend410:

littlemusicalwitch:

anglophilium:

One ring to rule them all

*heavy nerd breathing*

The Hobbits are going to dunken donuts.

Did you mean…They’re taking the hobbits to Icing-gard.

o;sdhf;jsadhfldhas;lfhsakhf;lksjf;lkasdjf;lsk
*tackle hugs you*

bravejem:

typhanni:

afriend410:

littlemusicalwitch:

anglophilium:

One ring to rule them all

*heavy nerd breathing*

The Hobbits are going to dunken donuts.

Did you mean…

They’re taking the hobbits to Icing-gard.

o;sdhf;jsadhfldhas;lfhsakhf;lksjf;lkasdjf;lsk

*tackle hugs you*

(Source: nomellamesfriki)

cannibithobbal said: Imagine Peggy was the one who ensured Bucky's name was added to the Wall of Valor.

imagineagentcarter:

It takes her far too long to notice its absence.

She’s ashamed when she does.

Enough Captain America memorabilia and monuments exist to make it difficult for Peggy to adjust to a life without a flesh-and-blood Steve.  Looking at them is painful.  She sees the proud jaw line and the fierce eyes of America’s patriot and wonders if these men know anything about the man behind the shield.  How his fingers would itch for a stub of pencil to settle his mind.  The way he would pause, a small crease in his brow, considering how to create lasting beauty. 

The artists haven’t gotten that part in stone, or the way his eyes would crinkle whenever he’d been feeling particularly impertinent.  No. 

It takes her ten years to face the statue in the Hall.  There had been quite the ruckus, whether it was right to put the face of one man so near to the wall that represented so many.  The critics had been appeased at the inscription carved in stone below:

To those whose sacrifices may never be known.

She thinks it appropriate.  Steve would have liked the thought, even if he wouldn’t have liked being the face of it.

It occurs to her only now, what is wrong.

Captain America stands, carved in white marble, fierce, proud, and alone.

Steve Rogers had never been alone.

Something takes ahold of her, some inexplicable madness.  She circles the statue, rereading the inscription, then walks the Hall twice, to be sure.

He’s not there.  It’s 1965, and beyond an empty grave in Brooklyn, he’s been forgotten.  Left to the frozen winter like a lost glove.

And that is a fate that does not suit Bucky Barnes.

She speaks at the ceremony.  His younger sisters are there.  A pain long deadened resurfaces at the realization that she hadn’t known he’d had even one.  Rebecca.  Winnifred.  Imogene.  Younger, all three.  It’s difficult to think she has anything worth saying after Becky’s speech about family and dancing around the kitchen to Benny Goodman records.

Peggy lifts her chin, fighting the tightness in her throat.  Even a decade later, the war still bubbles under the surface. 

“As a man who so often is only remembered as Steve Rogers’ closest, childhood friend, I think we often forget to acknowledge that Sergeant James Barnes was a great man in his own right.”  She swallows.

“And yet, it remains a mark of a character that the man I knew wouldn’t have minded being known as such.”

Everything is heightened during war.  Sharper, somehow.  Awareness of life, of death.  Of friendship.

It’s difficult to encapsulate the complexity of the human condition in any language.  His loyalty, his drive, his strength of character are all deserving of proper remembrance.  As are his cocky, crooked grin, his smooth steps on the dance floor.  The way he had once told her, just the two of them, staring into the German darkness as the Commandos got a few hours rest in the leaf mold: You know, I never wanted to go to war.

Not until the Hall empties out of even the Barnes sisters does Peggy step forward.   Gently, she places her fingers to the cold stone.

“Hello, again, Sarge.”  Somehow, she finds she is smiling.  A warm, salty, wet smile.  “About time, I should think.”

The carved star is identical to the others that wind down the hallway.  From a distance, the blocked letters “Sergeant James B. Barnes” blur into the line of names.  The monument is cool to the touch.  It doesn’t do justice to a man as vibrant, as alive, as he had been.

But it’s something, she feels.  She’s not quite sure what, but something.

“How are you, James?”

ninemoons42:

eightbreeze:

The Baby Groot School of Dance is open for business! I’ll have this print available at FanExpo

*noodly arms*

ninemoons42:

eightbreeze:

The Baby Groot School of Dance is open for business! I’ll have this print available at FanExpo

*noodly arms*

audreyii-fic:

ladyofthestrange:

doodleigh:

wall-flawer:

This is the cutest thing I’ve seen ever

He totally thought wednesday could lift him i’m dead

Honestly she probably could have.

The Addamses may well be the healthiest, most functional family unit to ever grace the small screen.

(Source: sandandglass)