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.)’ 

xainagal:

the best moment in any media involving super heroes ever

(Source: pigeonsandnonsense)

adreadfulidea:

roachpatrol:

nearly-headless-horseman:

totalnerd666:

her-my-oh-ne:

#can we just stop and appreciate Harry’s face in this scene? #I mean, he’s literally waiting for someone to say something about Hermione’s blood status #she’s the only Muggleborn in the slug club full of purebloods and well known people #and Harry’s there just like “say something I dare you” #and if you look at her face, you can see the actual hesitation and somewhat fear of what will happen next after telling of her parents occupation #Harry truly is acting like Hermione’s big brother, which I absolutely love #i just adore this scene

I love that Neville looks genuinely interested in what hermione’s talking about.

Harry: I wish a motherfucka would talk shit right now
Say something, make my day
Das right

Nevile looks like he’s just made a private mental note in flaming red ink: WHATEVER THE HELL A DENTIST IS, DON’T MESS WITH ONE. 

 (via roachpatrol)

(Source: pottergifs)

febricant:

misspryss:

febricant:

sihayadesigns:

martiancake:

seems legit.

Zoolander: the gift that keeps giving.

This is everything I have ever wanted from the internet

All I can think about now is how Bucky’s last mission before CA:TWS required that he go to a bunch of gross music industry parties undercover as a male model and his dead-eyed shrug in response to all attempts at conversation made him the #1 most popular hipster in the room no matter where he ended up. 

"Do you like this band?"

[shrug]

"Sighhhhhhhhh"

"So like, do you do your own hair?"

[silence intensifies]

arrow: a very serious show about a superhero.

(Source: dopedaenerys)

The Real World: Avengers Tower

  • Interviewer: So what's it like living with Tony?
  • Bruce: When I moved in, he insisted on funding all of my research. Except, you know, ever since The Incident, all my work's been theoretical. It's not actually that expensive. I've started just spending all the extra on fruit pies, just to see if he was keeping track. He isn't. There are a lot of unused rooms in this building, and at least three of them are stacked floor to ceiling with fruit pies. He hasn't said a word.
  • Natasha: It turned out Pepper and I both speak French. Tony doesn't. Now, whenever he walks in, we just start whispering in French and giggling. Half the time we're just exchanging recipes. He pretends not to be eavesdropping, but the other day I caught him asking JARVIS what 'des oeufs' meant.
  • Clint: I bought this big bag of little plastic flies, right? And whenever he's not paying attention, I throw them into his drink. Half the time he doesn't even notice and just drinks the damn things, but the other half? He starts checking all the house filtration systems, the exterminators, the works. He can't figure out where all these flies are coming from. He's fumigated three times in the last month.
  • Thor: I attempted to provide assistance with a project, but Stark assured me that it was 'very technical', and that I would not understand the intricacies. I can see why he would think so, as I am a mere Prince of Asgard, taught such basic engineering when I was a child and his ancestors could not yet walk. It has been five weeks, and he still has not corrected the misaligned condenser coil causing the problem.
  • Steve: I don't know what Howard taught that kid, but he seems to be under the impression that homosexuality was invented in 2000. He keeps leaving magazines and pictures lying around like the sight of two men holding hands is going to give me a heart attack. I don't have the heart to tell him about the Greeks.
  • Interviewer: So how are things in Avengers Tower?
  • Tony: How are things? I have no idea. I really don't. There's some kind of insect infestation in the vents and I think a spy is trying to seduce my girlfriend into moving to France. I tried to prank Captain America with gay porn, but him and Thor just started trying to reverse-engineer workout routines. The other day I went into one of the spare rooms, and I found some kind of one-armed sex hobo sitting on a throne of empty fruit pie boxes. I just walked out and closed the door. I don't even wanna know.