jotunheimrs:

jotunheimrs:

if i ever get anything signed by matt fraction it is going to be this and then i will frame it on my wall

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i told y’all


allthingseurope:

Reykjavik, Iceland (by Andre Otto)


he’s like an enormous, muscular ellen degeneres.


Я тебя люблю. - правда или неправдa?


elenastan:

ever after (1998) | quotes


rionsanura:

livelifeonlegendary:

This got even funnier when I realized that to shoot it, essentially someone had to hurl a massive rat puppet at Cary Elwes.

NO NO I HAVE SAID THIS BEFORE BUT IT’S EVEN BETTER

A GUY IN A RAT SUIT HAD TO JUMP ON CARY ELWES FROM A HEIGHT


stephrc79:

boopboopbi:

uss-special:

talonsandwings:

mischiefforhire:

black-nata:

v-p-potts:

You know, I think spending over a decade of your life with either Clint Barton OR Tony Stark will wear your face down into the same default expression.

thefuckisthisshit.gif

…I know that look.

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i need a movie that’s just pepper and nat and loki having a night on the town being sassy bitches and swapping war stories about their ridiculous pet superheroes

ridiculous pet superheroes

Did someone say ridiculous pet superheroes? You’ve got to go a long way to beat Bucky ‘This is the worst idea ever, Steve’ Barnes.

It just keeps getting better.


paul-mclennon:

OH MY GOD


lets-talk-about-otps-baby:

hannahismyharto:

chelseawelseyknight:

cassbones:

Has there ever been a more perfect human being?

Slay

Literal queen

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Avengers and 6? — cephalopodvictorious

bonesbuckleup:

"Three dollars says he falls," says Bucky.

The room goes deadly silent as they all whip their heads around to stare at him.  In the gym, Steve’s walking across a tightrope - Tony thinks Clint started it - someone’s strung across the area, arms spread to keep his balance, slowly making his way over.  Natasha had made it, and Clint, and now Steve was making his try.

And the thing that’s shocking isn’t so much that the betting has started, it’s more that Bucky’s the one to get it going.  That Bucky’s talked at all.  Tony knows, objectively, that Bucky talks to people.  He’s seen him, from a distance, keeping a conversation running with Steve, Natasha, or Sam.  It’s just - he doesn’t speak to anyone outside of those three.  Ever.

"…Did you just talk?" Clint asks.  "I didn’t hallucinate that, right?"

Bucky crosses his arms.

"And more importantly,  three dollars?  What is this, kindergarten?" Tony asks.

Bucky shrugs with one shoulder, still looking very uncomfortable with all the attention narrowed on him.  ”It’s all I have in my pocket,” he says, holding up the bills.

It’s Clint who throws three more down on the table.  ”Alright, I’ll take that,” he says.  After a moment, the other three all add their own to the pile.

"Great," says Bucky.  Then, he clears his throat, and says, louder than Tony thinks he’s ever heard him speak, "Hey, Steve, remember that time in Paris when the prostitute kneed Monty in the balls?"

There’s a strangled sort of snorting sound and a very, very heavy thud as Steve hits the floor.

"Interference!" Tony says.  "Foul play, doesn’t count."

"Shoulda specified," says Bucky.  He picks up the money and walks out without another word.