lizis2spooky:

Sean Bean dies in everything because it’s the universe trying to correct the hole ripped in it due to the fact that his name doesn’t rhyme when it should

linzeestyle:

mishasminions:

FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT STEVE TRIED TO TRIGGER BUCKY’S MEMORIES BY WEARING HIS LESS DURABLE RETRO!UNIFORM (aka the not-so-bulletproof outfit he wore the last time Bucky saw him) AND BY QUOTING SOMETHING BUCKY SAID TO HIM 70-SOMETHING YEARS AGO

Okay okay but can we just talk about this?  The entire movie Steve’s worth is defined by what Captain America has become.  He goes to the Smithsonian to see Captain America’s life projected back at him — the boy he was before a footnote, the sickly waif who wasn’t good enough until the army (literally) made him A Man — while he’s there he walks around unrecognized; the entire gag at the mall is based on the idea that this is a 6’2” hulking muscled mass of a guy who absolutely no one recognizes unless he has that star on his chest, because it’s the suit, not the person, who’s been given worth.  And when Steve thinks about the most memorable thing about himself — when he thinks about how to get Bucky back — he goes for that.  He goes for Captain America.  And it doesn’t work; Bucky doesn’t react at all.  Because Bucky always saw through that.  He didn’t give a *** about Captain America.  That “little guy from Brooklyn,” that’s the kid he loved, that’s the one he was following when he died, the one who’s scared voice knocked the memories out of him earlier in the movie.  And it’s only when Steve drops the shield, and the helmet — all of the things that make him Captain America, that make him immediately recognizable to the rest of the country, to the world — when he calls on this one, rogue memory from when they were just kids, from before he was the national ideal of manhood he’s been made out to be since his death…  That’s when Bucky sees him.  Because Bucky doesn’t remember, or care about Captain America: Captain America is just a target.  But Steve Rogers, that little kid from Brooklyn?  Is under him, and dying, and scared…and the impulse to protect is so much stronger than anything else that’s been done to Bucky since then.

corneliusalba:

constable-frozen:

olaf mark7

iggyfing:

Ekirkmutters named one of her stuffed penguins Iggyfing. ^_^

oh really~?

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I DID.  AND IT ISH SO SOFT AND SNUGGLY AND CUTE.

scripturientgallifrey asked: How is your college experience going? I hope you have settled in and are doing well. :)

(I’m publishing this, because more than one of you have been darlings and asked. :))

It’s been up and down - I’ve had school crises (late books! adding/dropping classes!) as well as friend crises (…everything, nearly), but I love the classes, my roommates are nice, and the cafeteria is a wonderful place full of people who understand my food allergies and greet me with “Good morning baby, what can I fix up for you?” or “Hey, sunshine, how are you?”

It’s a good life so far.  :) Thank you, dearie, for asking!

tattoo-on-my-heart:

this is the best thing I’ve seen

resplendeo:

let’s play another tag meme thing! put each word into your tags and see what pops up:

pretty
head
why
when
where
you
stop
how
for
they
super

Anonymous asked: Merlin #9

kittyorleans:

“Try to keep still.”

Merlin was practically vibrating as he nodded his agreement. Arthur sighed, because the fact that Merlin was practically vibrating meant that he was not, in fact, keeping still. But Arthur didn’t repeat the order as he wiped at one of the lacerations on Merlin’s arm with uncharacteristic gentleness. He’d tried the “hide affection with gruff jokes” approach when they’d first found Merlin about a half an hour ago, but the harsh words had caused near panic in the strangely blank warlock. Arthur didn’t try it again.

“You know you’re safe now?” he said. He was so bad at this. But Merlin wanted him. He could just tell. It was one of those feelings – you know, the kind he should have been listening to for years now.

More agreement on Merlin’s part. How awful.

“No one is going to hurt you again.”

Merlin wouldn’t look at him.

Arthur sighed and stepped away, going for the bandages. But Merlin’s arm shot out and caught him, and Merlin’s blue eyes met his.

“Please don’t leave me again,” Merlin said with a voice hoarse from either use or illness.

Arthur froze and reversed the step. “Alright,” he said. “Leon, get me the bandages. Merlin? Merlin? No, look at me. I won’t, okay? I won’t leave. I’m sorry I did the first time.” His face was burning, but Merlin looked so fragile right now. That wasn’t like Merlin. Merlin was delicate only in bone structure. Merlin was fire and fight and defiance and laughter.

Merlin buried his face in Arthur’s shirt. Arthur was careful not to move.