filling a bathtub with the substance, throwing the person you hate the most in the tub and throwing the ice cube in the tub right after …. it would be over
such evil minds in this place
i love this evilness
Nah, don’t just throw it in you gotta flick it dramatically over your shoulder without looking as you walk away, preferably with a darkly humorous one-liner.
"The cold never bothered me anyway"
IT GOT BETTER
"Twenty seconds to initiation," comes over the comms and Steve thinks he’s going to vibrate out of his skin, nevermind the suit. His breathing is tight and he can’t, he can’t look over at Tony, who is three meters to his right.
You two are the only ones who can do it, Fury had told them, and Steve does his duty, he’s a good soldier and he’d gladly sacrifice himself in a Jager without a second thought, but god, why did it have to be Tony?
He assures himself Tony won’t have time to react, won’t get to do much more than look at Steve with- with pity or betrayal or god forbid disgust, because they’re being flown towards a kaiju as they speak and they’ll be too busy taking it down to discuss anything other than fighting tactics.
Not that they’ll need to talk about them, because they’ll be able to read them before either of them starts to throw a punch. Because they’ll be in each other’s heads, swamped in their memories, knowing every inch of-
"Ten seconds," Bruce says over the comm, and Steve lets out a breath.
"Steve," Tony says, too fast, and Steve looks over at him. He doesn’t know why Tony’s bothering- whatever he’s going to say, Steve is going to know in a couple of seconds.
Tony hesitates. This is no time for it. “Just- no matter what you see in my head, promise me things will be the same after we get back.”
Steve isn’t too sure of that, but he says, “Sure,” anyway, and Bruce is counting down, and Steve takes another breath in, and Bruce says, “One,” and there’s the dizzying rush Steve hasn’t felt in years, and Tony’s-
Y’know people say shit about social media along the lines of ‘OMG no one cares what anyone had for breakfast’ and like.
I do? I care. I’m pretty sure a lot of people care. I want to hear that the people I care about are having delicious breakfasts or saw something odd at work or flirted with a cute barista. Or just any little thoughts they have that they feel are worth sharing.
I’ve always kind of assumed that’s how you’re supposed to feel about your friends.
why the hell did we all learn the exact words
"the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell"
Who the fuck cares if teenage girls want to stick a rhinestone on their forehead at a music festival like you guys are pathetic get angry about something that actually matters for onceit’s funny when it’s not your culture being turned into a fashion accessory devoid of it’s cultural importance and meaning when your culture is full of cheese whiz and extreme couponing witcho pale ass
Bury me in this.
Get buried in this, get found by archeologists ten thousand years later, get presumed some kind of monarch or holy figure.
Lyle and his crew have seen some things. Dark things. Messed up things. No more basement grades from ol’ Lyle and the gang. Never again. Not after last time.
They didn’t find him for a week.
reblogging because i headcanoned that they only found him because Tony happened to be flying that way and was like “that’s a freaking huge bird nesting in th- WHAT THE HECK CLINT? GUYS I FOUND CLINT!”
harry and ginny having triplet boys and naming them james, sirius, and remus respectively
and mcgonagall’s reaction when they’re at hogwarts like
no not again
do you ever go through those phases where you just don’t feel like talking to anyone for a few days and it’s not because you’re mad or anything you just don’t feel like talking???
I love how people will sympathize with and justify certain villain’s actions like Loki but then there’s villains like Hans and the same people are just like nope.
Now I’ve been thinking about this ‘Crystal Gem War’ thing for a while and it could potentially be pure horror. A Gem can only be truly killed by destroying the gem on their bodies. Now assuming that the war was between Gems, just imagine the kind of tactics that were employed: shapeshifters like…