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fuckyeahmelancholy:

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firestorm310:

littleangrykitten:

ejacutastic:

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Faith in humanity restored! Never judge a book by its cover! 

fuck yeah

These guys are some of the most amazing people.

Sons of Anarchy AU: Jax sits at the head of the table. “Alright, guys, we’re getting out of drugs… and into HUGS.”

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kat8therude:

mechinaries:

i imagine both steve and bucky like to come up with different ways to poke fun at sam every time they pass him during jogging

because they are shitheads

(the first one is a print you can get here)

Sam is not to blame if he murders them.

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the-cones-of-dunshire:

The perspective of every girlfriend Bucky Barnes has ever had tbh

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baimbie:

dahwsie:

sparkhy:

sleep-for-days:

vinnysgotswagg:

ifyoufeelthatway:

tkaaay:

bigtimecrushonsomeone:

30rockasaurus:

fuckyeaaaah-xx:

iwannahavethelifethatyouhave:

jforjoelle:

last time i did this my wish really came true. so im going to wish again

nothing to lose. :))

Let’s hope

Why not? :)

*crossing fingers*

pretty much^^^^

i got nothing to lose. (:

Last time i did this my wish came true.

Jesus Christ if my wish comes true I will piss

please work omg

looks fun lol

please 

baimbie:

dahwsie:

sparkhy:

sleep-for-days:

vinnysgotswagg:

ifyoufeelthatway:

tkaaay:

bigtimecrushonsomeone:

30rockasaurus:

fuckyeaaaah-xx:

iwannahavethelifethatyouhave:

jforjoelle:

last time i did this my wish really came true. so im going to wish again

nothing to lose. :))

Let’s hope

Why not? :)

*crossing fingers*

pretty much^^^^

i got nothing to lose. (:

Last time i did this my wish came true.

Jesus Christ if my wish comes true I will piss

please work omg

looks fun lol

please 

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"Irked fans produce fanfic like irritated oysters produce pearls."

Jacqueline Lichtenberg in Fic by Anne Jamison (via treizquatorz)

Love it.

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OMG, the next fanfic gathering or workshop or blog should totally be called The Irritated Oyster.  I’m getting bunnies for the logo as I type. 

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bluebirdsandink:

Was anyone else a little bit disappointed that the kick ass Lady Counsel Member turned out to be Natasha? Still love Natasha, but for a few glorious seconds, it was awesome to see an older woman come out of nowhere to kick ass. 

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devildoll:

this joke never gets old

devildoll:

this joke never gets old

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s-t-a-r-f-o-x:

sizvideos:

Drive Recklessly - Video

I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT

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thatfunnyblog:

The tumblr app gets a little confused sometimes
Funny Stuff you like?

thatfunnyblog:

The tumblr app gets a little confused sometimes

Funny Stuff you like?

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orionsnacks:

in the movie a little boy recognises steve at the captain america exhibit. it’s my headcanon that a little girl recognises bucky when he goes to the smithsonian exhibit to find out who he really is

because little girls have heroes too

"You should tie your hair back," a little girl with pitch-black hair says to the Winter Soldier. He stares down at her, silent, but she continues undeterred. "Mommy says that we need to have our hair tied back or we’ll trip over things because we can’t see. She makes me wear these—" She displays her wrist, which is encircled by a rainbow of different hair bands. "—because mine keep falling out. You can’t fight evil if you can’t see it. I want to be a police officer when I grow up. Are you a…"

She trails off, her eyes steadily getting bigger. They dart to the large digital image of James Buchanan Barnes, then back to his face. The Winter Soldier’s eyes dart, too, over the exits and the crowd and the girl’s distracted mother—attempting to corral three other black-haired children—before landing back on the girl’s face, where an improbable grin has begun to grow.

"I knew it," she whispers.

The Winter Soldier blinks down at her, thrown off by the delight in her expression. No one is ever happy to see the Soldier.

The girl reins in her wide grin and does her own scan of the crowd. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. People can’t handle the truth. But I can.” She turns her shining eyes back to the Soldier.

Slowly, very slowly, the Soldier reaches out with hands that have broken, maimed, strangled, shot, stabbed, and ripped apart human flesh. His voice creaks out of him, rusty with disuse. “Can I have a hair tie?”

Without taking her eyes off him, the girl rolls a light blue one out of the rainbow and hands it over.

IT’S BASICALLY PERFECT, SO.