text posts ft. the avengers

cindehella:

SOMEHOW THESE THINGS KEEP HAPPENING

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freewillisanillusion:

i guess howard couldn’t have predicted how hard the 2008 economic crysis would hit hydra

(Source: legendarystar-lord)

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makos-lightningrod:

Fuck, Marry, or Kill with Sleepy Hollow Cast - George Washington, Paul Revere, and Benjamin Franklin

NICOLE BEHARIE’S FACE

(Source: makos-lightningrod)

williamshatner:

Was at SD Comicon on Thurs doing a @tvland panel. One of my Twitter friends Phil Plait @BadAstronomer presented me with a 4 million yr old asteroid piece. I turned to Betty White (who was also on my panel) and asked if she remembered the rock from her childhood. :-)View more William Shatner on WhoSay

williamshatner:

Was at SD Comicon on Thurs doing a @tvland panel. One of my Twitter friends Phil Plait @BadAstronomer presented me with a 4 million yr old asteroid piece. I turned to Betty White (who was also on my panel) and asked if she remembered the rock from her childhood. :-)

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sunsetagain:

Bucky is always worried about Steve’s face since he saw Red Skull’s face XDD

sunsetagain:

Bucky is always worried about Steve’s face since he saw Red Skull’s face XDD

(Source: vollha)

kilelele said: But can you imagine Professor X visiting SHIELD and then, amidst all these voices thinking about work and and files and se, there's this one voice that goes 'I wonder if I could make one of the surrounding buildings if I jumped from the roof of the triskelion and had a running start. probably not. ok what if i had a motorcycle start. what if i rode my motorcyle and then JUMPED OFF IT IN MIDAIR' and charles peeks in and steve is in a meeting, standing rimrod straight, looking super serious

thunderboltsortofapenny:

bluandorange:

oh my fucking god

The next time he comes in Steve’s thoughts veer off into the first few lines of Starspangled Man With A Plan, which is immediately followed by an impressive string of swears because HE KEEPS THINKING HE’S GOT THE FUCKING SONG OUT OF HIS HEAD AND THEN IT JUST CREEPS BACK UP ON HIM WHAT THE FUCK. Trying to dislodge it, he starts reciting some modern pop song about milkshakes and boys in your yard

i can’t breathe

30 TINY CHEESECAKES! that’s as many as three tens!

And that’s WONDERFUL.

“Marry, sir, they have commited false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are a superstitious and cowardly lot; sixth and lastly, I am vengeance; thirdly, I am the night; and, to conclude, I am Batman.”

(via renkris)

hippity-hoppity-brigade:

illustrate-her:

crabsandlobsters:

franinconverse:

Rocking that boyband realness. [x] 

#i’m just a poor boy nobody loves me #HE’S JUST A POOR BOY FROM LUPIAC IN GASCONY (x)

Always reblog.
Kisses for anyone who can come up with the lyrics for an entire Musketeers/Bohemian Rhapsody mashup.

WELL THEN 
Is this the real life? Is this just BBC? Caught in a series, no escape from the writers’ glee.  Open your eyes, recite all your lines and be: 
'I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I’m angry come, angry go A little wide, a little slow: Any way my sword goes, doesn’t really matter to meeeeee (to me).
Papa, just dueled a man  Put a sword up to his head,  Swore revenge cuz you are dead.  Athos’ life had just begun  And now I’ve gone and thrown it all away.  Papa, oooh. Didn’t mean to let you die If you are not avenged this time tomorrow,  I’ll carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters. 
Too late, the red guards have come;Send shivers down my spine; mind is heavy all the time. Come on, everybody, we’ve got to go  Got to leave Paris behind and find the truth. Papa, ooh (any way the Cardinal goes)  I found out how you died  I sometimes wish I’d never left home at all Carry on, carry on; nothing really matters. 
I see a little silhouette of a woman Milady, Milady, will you do the ballet now?  Dramatically-timed lightning, very very frightening me Richelieu (Richelieu) Richelieu (Richelieu) Le Cardinal Richelieu. Magnifique!
I’m just a poor boy, nobody loves me. (He’s just a poor boy, from Lupiac in Gascony  Spare him his life from this most evil scheme!)  Angry wrong, angry right, will you let me fight?  Pardieu, jamais! We will not let you fight! (Let him fight!)  Pardieu, jamais! We will not let you fight! (Let him fight!)  Pardieu, jamais! We will not let you fight! (Let me fight!)  Will not let you fight. (Let me fight!)  Jamais, never let you fight Never let me fight. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Sacre bleu, sacre bleu. Sacre bleu, let me fight!  The cardinal has an assassin put aside for me, for me, for meee!
[wicked guitar solo by Porthos] 
So you think you can shoot me and leave me to die? So you think you can dump me and leave me to cry?  Oh, Constance; can’t do this to me, Constance.  Just gotta go pout, just gotta go storm outta here. 
Nothing really matters; Aramis can see.  Nothing really matters.  Honor only matters to me. 
(Any way my sword goooooes.)’ 

hippity-hoppity-brigade:

illustrate-her:

crabsandlobsters:

franinconverse:

Rocking that boyband realness. [x

  (x)

Always reblog.

Kisses for anyone who can come up with the lyrics for an entire Musketeers/Bohemian Rhapsody mashup.

WELL THEN 

Is this the real life? Is this just BBC?
Caught in a series, no escape from the writers’ glee. 
Open your eyes, recite all your lines and be: 

'I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I’m angry come, angry go
A little wide, a little slow: 
Any way my sword goes, doesn’t really matter to meeeeee (to me).

Papa, just dueled a man 
Put a sword up to his head, 
Swore revenge cuz you are dead. 
Athos’ life had just begun 
And now I’ve gone and thrown it all away. 
Papa, oooh. Didn’t mean to let you die
If you are not avenged this time tomorrow, 
I’ll carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters. 

Too late, the red guards have come;
Send shivers down my spine; mind is heavy all the time. 
Come on, everybody, we’ve got to go 
Got to leave Paris behind and find the truth. 
Papa, ooh (any way the Cardinal goes) 
I found out how you died 
I sometimes wish I’d never left home at all
Carry on, carry on; nothing really matters. 

I see a little silhouette of a woman
Milady, Milady, will you do the ballet now? 
Dramatically-timed lightning, very very frightening me
Richelieu (Richelieu)
Richelieu (Richelieu)
Le Cardinal Richelieu. Magnifique!

I’m just a poor boy, nobody loves me.
(He’s just a poor boy, from Lupiac in Gascony 
Spare him his life from this most evil scheme!) 
Angry wrong, angry right, will you let me fight? 
Pardieu, jamais! We will not let you fight! (Let him fight!) 
Pardieu, jamais! We will not let you fight! (Let him fight!) 
Pardieu, jamais! We will not let you fight! (Let me fight!) 
Will not let you fight. (Let me fight!) 
Jamais, never let you fight
Never let me fight. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Sacre bleu, sacre bleu. Sacre bleu, let me fight! 
The cardinal has an assassin put aside for me, for me, for meee!

[wicked guitar solo by Porthos] 

So you think you can shoot me and leave me to die?
So you think you can dump me and leave me to cry? 
Oh, Constance; can’t do this to me, Constance. 
Just gotta go pout, just gotta go storm outta here. 

Nothing really matters; Aramis can see. 
Nothing really matters. 
Honor only matters to me. 

(Any way my sword goooooes.)’