I don’t think this photo will ever be topped, and i don’t think i’ll never NOT reblog.
We’re the real.
WAIT HOLD THE FUCK UP
IS ‘MRS’ JUST MR’S
LIKE BELONGING TO MR
Mr comes from the French monsieur, which I think literally translates as ‘my lord’ and basically just means master, and Mrs comes from maistre which is the feminine form of master, so actually—for once—no.
This was an extremely relevant comment and I thank you for educating me
Reblog if you’re a female who likes The Avengers/Marvel movies
I’m trying to prove a point to a douche in my class who thinks girls are lying about enjoying marvel.
- If I ended up washed up on a deserted island it'd be with Benedict Cumberbatch because I ship us and I'd let him WRECK me.
its like boys are the oscars and im leonardo dicaprio
yeah, you deserve them.
that’s the most inspiring thing i have ever seen
the cast and crew of twisted
fuck chris evans
but also like
fuck chris evans
Things Phil Coulson Does Not Lack
To just sleep in a car like this, with your best friend or boyfriend and not worry because its just you two and tomorrow you’re just going to climb out of bed and into the front of the car where you’ll drive off. Another day on your road trip together, living, laughing, loving.
But then you hear a noise outside. Your friend goes to investigate and never comes back. You wait, and then decide to go looking for them. You grab a torch and climb out and scan the trees with the light.
You hear a dripping noise behind you.
You turn around and see water dripping onto the car, but it’s not raining. You shine the torch onto the water, and realise it’s red. It’s blood. You look up, and there’s your friend, hanging from the tree above, stomach ripped open and hand reaching down, dripping blood.
You go to scream but then something hits you from behind.
You were in the first five minutes of Supernatural.