noworldnomad:

and I’m always honest

I know that it’s important to celebrate male actors/ characters emoting because dissolving old fashioned irrelevant gender roles and I know starting this with a gender based disclaimer makes it about gender in a way that’s possibly not necessary but when all’s said and done

look at her face she was setting him up to make some point about herself to herself because she has this idea that she’s irredeemable that her humanity is dead that she is just a red ledger but she’s not and Steve seeing that makes her realise that she isn’t doomed and in a second she’s probably going to dismiss it because he’s naive or she knows better but it’s still there at the end she finally stops hiding from her past because she believes that she has a future and scarlett johansson oh my god she was so deadpan and then moments like this give her a movie give her a franchise give her everything

(Source: kirknspock)

protowilson:

betterbemeta:

This tea is awful. It’s fucking disgusting. Don’t believe that lazy shit idyllic pastoral landscape on the goddamn cardboard box. It’s a damn lie and if you drink this tea you’ll know the heart of minty darkness
Like OK I appreciate that it tries to prepare you for whats inside by a cute picture on the box. Fresh green mint leaves, and some candy cane sticks to get you in that shitty assfaced Christmas mood. Look it’s even tied with a repugnant little red bow. fuck this tea.
So if you open the box and immediately steep a cup prepare to get one of those cute lil candy canes up your FUCKING NOSE and in your FUCKING EYES because this shit doesn’t know personal space in the same way a demon from hell doesn’t know a loving God.
I hope you like drinking your throat lozenges because here’s a blistering stream an actual menthol golem would piss down your fucking throat while you gag on its candy-striped wiener. 
So you lock this shit in a box for 3 months while you recover from the worst toothpaste-flavored blowjob of your life and maybe get yourself together again. You recover. You move on. Things are looking pretty up and you think back, well maybe that godforsaken tea didn’t really taste like a peppermint Siberia. So you make a cup like the foolish piece of shit you are
and you’re right, but so wrong about the character and nature of your mistake you might as well star in Greek tragedy. You pathetic bag of bollocks.
because in the months its been locked in a top-shelf tomb the life and vehement mint-based hatred for the physical world has withered and desiccated out of its soulless teabag husks.
Now what you have got in your fucking unfortunate mug is a hot steaming cup of fuck you that tastes like the inside of the birch tree on the fucking box, or maybe Santa’s tears mixed with mummy dust, or midwinter leaf litter a vaguely minty dog only rolled in once.
The aftertaste stinks of wax. Why wax? Because it wants to remind you that you’re the kid who ate birthday candles in first grade, that’s why. And every single other bad decision you now regret.
fuck this tea. fuck it, it tastes like a hollow  mannequin of a tea, hot leaf swill unfit to fertilize even fake fucking flowers.Maybe you could tan leather in it. I don’t fucking know but get it away from me and the human race. Fucking shoot it at the moon where it belongs with all of the other celestial fucking seasonings. fuck

I never thought I’d reblog a tea review but here we are.

protowilson:

betterbemeta:

This tea is awful. It’s fucking disgusting. Don’t believe that lazy shit idyllic pastoral landscape on the goddamn cardboard box. It’s a damn lie and if you drink this tea you’ll know the heart of minty darkness

Like OK I appreciate that it tries to prepare you for whats inside by a cute picture on the box. Fresh green mint leaves, and some candy cane sticks to get you in that shitty assfaced Christmas mood. Look it’s even tied with a repugnant little red bow. fuck this tea.

So if you open the box and immediately steep a cup prepare to get one of those cute lil candy canes up your FUCKING NOSE and in your FUCKING EYES because this shit doesn’t know personal space in the same way a demon from hell doesn’t know a loving God.

I hope you like drinking your throat lozenges because here’s a blistering stream an actual menthol golem would piss down your fucking throat while you gag on its candy-striped wiener. 

So you lock this shit in a box for 3 months while you recover from the worst toothpaste-flavored blowjob of your life and maybe get yourself together again. You recover. You move on. Things are looking pretty up and you think back, well maybe that godforsaken tea didn’t really taste like a peppermint Siberia. So you make a cup like the foolish piece of shit you are

and you’re right, but so wrong about the character and nature of your mistake you might as well star in Greek tragedy. You pathetic bag of bollocks.

because in the months its been locked in a top-shelf tomb the life and vehement mint-based hatred for the physical world has withered and desiccated out of its soulless teabag husks.

Now what you have got in your fucking unfortunate mug is a hot steaming cup of fuck you that tastes like the inside of the birch tree on the fucking box, or maybe Santa’s tears mixed with mummy dust, or midwinter leaf litter a vaguely minty dog only rolled in once.

The aftertaste stinks of wax. Why wax? Because it wants to remind you that you’re the kid who ate birthday candles in first grade, that’s why. And every single other bad decision you now regret.

fuck this tea. fuck it, it tastes like a hollow  mannequin of a tea, hot leaf swill unfit to fertilize even fake fucking flowers.Maybe you could tan leather in it. I don’t fucking know but get it away from me and the human race. Fucking shoot it at the moon where it belongs with all of the other celestial fucking seasonings. fuck

I never thought I’d reblog a tea review but here we are.

waitinghopingliving:

carry-on-my-otp:

killedmycatatemytailor:

You know how everyone says that Death had the best character entrance in Supernatural? I thibk everyone seems to forget how fucking BADASS Castiel’s entrance was.

DEANS FACE OH MY FUCKIGN GOD


"I am an angel of the [fucking] lord"

waitinghopingliving:

carry-on-my-otp:

killedmycatatemytailor:

You know how everyone says that Death had the best character entrance in Supernatural? I thibk everyone seems to forget how fucking BADASS Castiel’s entrance was.

DEANS FACE OH MY FUCKIGN GOD

"I am an angel of the [fucking] lord"

(Source: spnfans)

mikaverleth:

not-safe-for-earth:

#STRANGER DANGER

#poor harry’s just like #I NEED AN ADULT. BUT NOT THIS ADULT. A DIFFERENT ADULT PLEASE.

(Source: natwizard)

gallifreyanpanicmoon:

This guy has achieved more with a webcam and his dog than I ever have in my life.

(Source: supostos)

ithinkurafoster:

suptoast:

abatida:

gracklebird:

okay i just wanted this on my blog because it’s one of the best things i have ever witnessed.

Hipster cred restoration. 



This post is perfect.

ithinkurafoster:

suptoast:

abatida:

gracklebird:

okay i just wanted this on my blog because it’s one of the best things i have ever witnessed.

Hipster cred restoration. 

image

This post is perfect.

yerdirtymind:

zzombiecunt:

is it just me or are guys moans really fucking sexy? dead ass one moan can send me cumming during sex.

GUYS DO NOT BE AFRAID TO MOAN/MAKE NOISES DURING SEX. THAT SHIT IS THE BEST.

Do you agree?

deareje:

vintageanchorbooks:

Mya Gosling and her succinct Shakespeare comics “In 3 Panels”. Achingly simple, these short comic strips provide a concise beginning-middle-end guide to many of Shakespeare’s classic and obscure works.

Well, you know…Shakespeare

hisgirlanna:

syberwuff:

flawless-babe:

luusting:

anarchistantichristasshole:

FOREVER REBLOG

I HAVE TO REBLOG THIS HOMYGOD. LMFAO.

lmao i love this soo much

I have to reblog this again. I love it so much.

(Source: truly--deeply)