Bucky interrupting awkward silences with “man, I would give my left arm for a burger right now” and everybody freezes for a second until Steve lets out a really ugly snort and just starts pissing himself laughing
Oh, hi Tony!
Reblogged just for the shot of Avengers Tower. Also the fact that, for a few minutes there, Tony Stark’s life was in Steve Rogers hands. Think this makes up for the bomb Tony saved everyone from?
Me in the theater: “Derp derp, Steve is going to save the day, wow explosions look at all the explosions wow Sam don’t fight Crossbones that is a bad, derp hey look they’re targeting people, why is the President on the Hill that’s dumb get into a bunker continuity of government is so fucked right n—HOLY SHIT IS THAT STARK TOWER? SHIT FUCK IS THAT TONY??? SAVE THAT DOT STEVEN. SAVE THAT ONE DOT IN PARTICULAR OR SO HELP ME GOD.”
an apt description of my reaction too
This one time i was in church and my mom said she would give me 10$ if while the priest was flinging “holy water” at us i would run into the aisle once he passed and start hissing and screaming “IT BURNS”
do u know how many angry Christians i got in my inbox because of this
Why isn’t anyone talking about what a great sense of humor your mom has?
Some people were a little confused so I made this.
Good, I thought I was the only one to think this
I NEVER NOTICED THE CORNER OF HIS MOUTH TWITCHING UP
I think if it weren’t for the fact that he keeps trying to kill everyone, Tony and Loki would actually be BFF
Thor would be getting calls at five in the morning from Tony, saying things like ‘Somehow Loki and I are in Vegas in a car neither of us remembers buying, dressed up in buffalo costumes and we might have gotten married. We have no money and there’s a passed out lounge singer in the trunk of our car. Call Pepper, tell her to send cash’
And Thor would have to get them out of whatever trouble they’d gotten into in their wacky adventures
Linndsayyyyy look someone else has our headcanons LOL.
whenever i see these post-apocalyptic films set in the USA where everyone is pretty much just killing each other with no mention of other nations i always just assume that the rest of the world is fine and has learnt how to resume life as normal
“I’m nobody’s sidekick.”
why is it so hard to color curly/wavy hair? -.-
ITS ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL IT BECOMES YOUR OTP AND TAKES OVER YOUR FUCKING LIFE
“I AM ANGRY, SHORT, AND I HAVE MORE MOVIES THAN YOU. RESPECT ME. STEVE. STEVE. STEVE.”
Oh god, Tony looks so fucking done. “I AM TONY FUCKING STARK. I SHOULD BE TALLER THAN ALL OF YOU. GODAMMIT. PEPPER, GET ME A FOOTSTOOL.”
PEPPER, GET ME A FOOTSTOOL.
I’LL GET YOU 12% OF A FOOTSTOOL.
A quick sketch for a friend.
omg i was fooling around with gif making and the loop makes it look like they’re playing a really intense game of frisbee.
STEVE. STEVE. YOU EMBEDDED THE FRISBEE IN A TREE AND WE CAN’T GET IT OUT.
THE ROAD SO FAR
FUCK THIS GODDAMN FUCKING POST.
I laughed WAY harder than I should have! I am pee.
An Informal Letter to Anyone Writing a Story: I won’t let you tell me surviving is impossible, just because “it’s sadder that way”
THEIR OTP KISSING
Are you sure?
Because you know, we sort of DO have those, too.
how about i stab you in the chest
There’s too much blood and they both know it. This is it. No more redos, no more reset buttons. Dean looks over at where Sam’s sprawled on the ground three feet away. He can barely breathe, ribs skewering his insides, and all he can taste is blood and bile. But he can still see Sammy. Even if Sam can’t see him.
His baby brother’s hazel eyes are slowing but surely glazing over.
Dean feels it coming, the dark, it’s eating away at the corners of his eyes and his mind. He searches for something to say, anything, everything in this last moment, but all he manages to cough out is one, final, single word.
Sam laughs and it’s wet, hacking, his last breath.
“Jerk,” he replies and they both know, sure as anything, that what they’re really saying is “I love you” and “See you soon.”
EJ Su S CH RIS T HW Y
I don’t know why I’m reblogging this… I feel horrible promoting cruelty… its like I’m spreading some disease that causes tears and massive holes in one’s chest
I fucking hate all of you
When his eyes open, he doesn’t know where he is. He shields his eyes from the light before they adjust. That’s when he realizes there is a hand stretched out to him, and his eyes search the one standing before him. Castiel, in his long trenchcoat and backwards tie, gives him a happy grin. “C’mon, Dean. I’m taking you home.”
Dean shakes his head in disbelief. “Cas, I’m done for-“
"Dean, you’re in heaven. Come.." Castiel smiles again, this time, taking Dean’s hand and pulling him up. They only take a few steps before the scenery morphs around them, but that is all Dean needs. Before him stands group of people. The first one he sees is Sammy, who’s arm is over Jess’ shoulder. Beside them, Jo, Ash, and Pam grin and wave to him. Bobby and Ellen stand just behind them, arms around each others waist, Rufus, surprisingly, stands beside them. And then there is Kevin, who gives him a reassuring smile that brings up his guilt, but beside him is where his attention lands. Mary Winchester, his mother. She smiles, her hands clasped at her chest. "Sammy got here first. But you didn’t come straight here. Castiel told us you were going to be here soon, and he didn’t tell us why." She says, softly, as he scans all of them. But he realizes, even though Sam had just joined them too, their eyes all focused on Dean and Castiel, that’s when his eyes travel down his arm, and he realizes his hand is interlocked with the angels. No one looks surprised though, they just smile. Dean shakes his head, and grins lopsidedly, muttering, "Hey, least I’m not in hell….thanks Satan."
Castiel rolls his eyes, nudging Dean, and as this large, odd family comes together, it is officially eternal.
"Dammit, we forgot Adam!"
"No," Castiel says gently. "Adam is with his mother, as Michael promised so long ago."
Holy shit, I adore our fandom.