requiodile:

czaritsa:

The Summer Soldier, everyone

#hes credited two dozen kegstands in the past fifty years

helens78:

My dash got overexcited when I got to Paris.

(via moncube)

tastefullyoffensive:

Be nice to Frank. [caboosium]

tastefullyoffensive:

Be nice to Frank.

[caboosium]

brofisting:

bluandorange:

just wanted to do something comicbook-y, and there’s nothing better than Skinny!Steve getting to be a hero. Literally nothing.

gosh gosh gosh I am so into this drawing

(via jabletown)

surprisingly-alive-redshirt:

  • "please for the love of god help you’re the only one here who speaks English" AU
  • "i go to this restaurant every week and sit at the same table and suddenly you’re my new server" AU
  • "i’ve been breaking my phone on purpose just because you work at the help desk"…
gazzymouse:

If I could time travel I’d bring back Armando “Darwin” Muñoz

gazzymouse:

If I could time travel I’d bring back Armando “Darwin” Muñoz

(via kageillusionz)

Michael Fassbender + TEARS

(Source: kendaspntwd, via moncube)

(Source: the-acid-rainbow, via gerec)

ninemoons42:

codenamecesare:

Pearlo tagged this “Charlesable” and I am all for it, and I would like someone to explain how Charles ended up with this crazy hair.

(Hi Ces! I had a brainwave. It might not be a pretty one. But here it is, my best shot.)
ninemoons42 writes: gorgeous machine
"Late again, late again," Erik mutters to himself as he alternates between staring irately at his watch and glancing askance at the restive group of students sprawled out on the lawn and looking at the road ahead of him. "What the hell is he thinking, late on a day like this?"
And normally Erik wouldn’t be bothered by the man he co-teaches this particular class with - but there’s actually an appointment to get to today and the students will never forgive them if they don’t get the full day out at Stark Industries - 
(Not that Tony Stark cared about people being late - if he was in his workshop before three-thirty in the afternoon that was often counted as a win - but Pepper Potts and Maria Hill and Melinda May, well, they lived and died on keeping to a schedule, and Erik understood that fairly well.)
"Hey, do you hear that?" Armando asks, and next to him Angel cocks her head and frowns and - 
And yeah, Erik can hear that sound too.
The unmistakable roar of a motorcycle engine.
And Erik knows he’s staring, together with the rest of the class behind him (the moment when they fall silent hits almost as hard as a thunderclap), when a gorgeous black motorbike booms down the road, heading straight for them - 
Charles Xavier executes a perfectly drifted left turn and stops and yanks off his helmet. 
Erik nearly dies on the spot.
Charles’s hair is a mess, charitably speaking, all tousled peaks and spikes, and he’s wearing a leather jacket over his usual crooked collar and half-buttoned waistcoat, and he’s red in the face with exhilaration and adrenaline rush and Erik wishes very, very hard that Charles takes that damn motorbike on this class trip.
It’ll be more than worth the distraction (and the blood rushing to other parts of Erik’s anatomy).

ninemoons42:

codenamecesare:

Pearlo tagged this “Charlesable” and I am all for it, and I would like someone to explain how Charles ended up with this crazy hair.

(Hi Ces! I had a brainwave. It might not be a pretty one. But here it is, my best shot.)

ninemoons42 writes: gorgeous machine

"Late again, late again," Erik mutters to himself as he alternates between staring irately at his watch and glancing askance at the restive group of students sprawled out on the lawn and looking at the road ahead of him. "What the hell is he thinking, late on a day like this?"

And normally Erik wouldn’t be bothered by the man he co-teaches this particular class with - but there’s actually an appointment to get to today and the students will never forgive them if they don’t get the full day out at Stark Industries - 

(Not that Tony Stark cared about people being late - if he was in his workshop before three-thirty in the afternoon that was often counted as a win - but Pepper Potts and Maria Hill and Melinda May, well, they lived and died on keeping to a schedule, and Erik understood that fairly well.)

"Hey, do you hear that?" Armando asks, and next to him Angel cocks her head and frowns and - 

And yeah, Erik can hear that sound too.

The unmistakable roar of a motorcycle engine.

And Erik knows he’s staring, together with the rest of the class behind him (the moment when they fall silent hits almost as hard as a thunderclap), when a gorgeous black motorbike booms down the road, heading straight for them - 

Charles Xavier executes a perfectly drifted left turn and stops and yanks off his helmet. 

Erik nearly dies on the spot.

Charles’s hair is a mess, charitably speaking, all tousled peaks and spikes, and he’s wearing a leather jacket over his usual crooked collar and half-buttoned waistcoat, and he’s red in the face with exhilaration and adrenaline rush and Erik wishes very, very hard that Charles takes that damn motorbike on this class trip.

It’ll be more than worth the distraction (and the blood rushing to other parts of Erik’s anatomy).

(Source: pearlo, via luninosity)

coralisbadillo:

warpedlamp:

When a plan goes off without a hitch when it shouldn’t have worked at all.

image

#this chicken is dangerous

(via kageillusionz)

swyrs:

there’s a “photo” going around of Emma Watson wearing a dress that is see-through at the top, showing her breasts, and because apparently literally nobody fact-checks or uses google, people are taking it for granted that it’s real and reblogging it.

i get that the way it’s being…

hystericalwoman838:

turtletotem:

hystericalwoman838:

I wish that more writers who imagine “what if one of them is a dragon? a barista? a duck?” would also focus on what made those characters who they are in the original story. Charles Xavier, at his core, is not James McAvoy, Patrick Stewart, a total pacifist, or a cutie princess - he is one half of…

Heh, some uncomfortable truth here. I often enjoy reading Fluffy Kitten Charles and I’m not criticizing it one bit (not least because I’ve probably done it myself somewhere along the line), but it has struck me more than once that AUs often reduce these characters and their dramatic and meaningful conflict to “the cute one and the grumpy one.” I encourage everybody to write what you like and what you want to write, but before you begin, give a little thought to whether you can take your story somewhere deeper and more in alignment to canon characterization. I’ve never regretted doing so. You might be surprised by how fun and thought-provoking the results can be.

I definitely should have emphasized that it’s not really an issue to me that any one person is doing it - more that it seems to be the trend.  “Tragedy of the commons,” and that sort of thing.

FINALLY A CAPTION AS CREEPY AS THIS SHOT DESERVES.

(Source: magzneto, via pangeasplits)

hystericalwoman838:

I wish that more writers who imagine “what if one of them is a dragon? a barista? a duck?” would also focus on what made those characters who they are in the original story. Charles Xavier, at his core, is not James McAvoy, Patrick Stewart, a total pacifist, or a cutie princess - he is one half of…

Heh, some uncomfortable truth here. I often enjoy reading Fluffy Kitten Charles and I’m not criticizing it one bit (not least because I’ve probably done it myself somewhere along the line), but it has struck me more than once that AUs often reduce these characters and their dramatic and meaningful conflict to “the cute one and the grumpy one.” I encourage everybody to write what you like and what you want to write, but before you begin, give a little thought to whether you can take your story somewhere deeper and more in alignment to canon characterization. I’ve never regretted doing so. You might be surprised by how fun and thought-provoking the results can be.