who the fuck names their kid pepper
someone who wants to add spice to their life
Okay. But let’s talk about Thor for a second. Thor does not get enough love and (Loki forgive me) he is honestly one of the best fucking characters Marvel has. And it’s shown so simply and so beautifully right here. He is so fucking chill about everything. Obviously, he doesn’t live in space, he lives in Asgard. But he knows everyone thinks he’s kinda like an alien, and he just goes along with it because why not? These humans are funny in their lack of understanding, but it’s an endearing kind of funny. Just like in the first movie, where Darcy tells him to smile so she can take a picture of him and he has no fucking clue what she’s doing or what a phone is and it could kill him for all he knows but he just fucking smiles and keeps eating his delicious pancakes because he’s just so chill like that. And if you look at his face in the first gif, it’s very serious and concentrated but the moment Darcy starts talking to him he loosens up and is like “Muscles? Ah, yes I suppose I am quite muscular. Oh, she’s inquiring about Asgard. But she called it space. She seems confused as to my origins, but it’s not of import. I like space, that’s a good name. I shall call it space too.”
And that little head nod he does back to her in the last gif. I’m dead. Deceased. Murdered from Thor cuteness.
He’s just.. ugh, Thor doesn’t get enough appreciation. There are so many little things he does that go ignored but no more. His complete adorableness will be appreciated.
I DIDN’T NOTICE THE LITTLE NOD BACK /SCREEEEEEEEE
although i love pizza don’t get me wrong
i just love petting animals aa
when you’re trying to save someone’s life by performing cpr
"What were you wearing?"
I wore a red dress to work today. It has a zipper at either side of my chest that can unzip and reveal a thin strip of skin. A coworker, without warning, tried pulling at the zipper and when it wouldn’t zip, instead revealed a good portion of my collarbone and shoulder as well as my bra strap. An hour later, the same coworker came up and told me to not wear clothes with zippers because he’ll go right ahead and unzip them. I shot back that unzipping me without my permission is sexual harassment. Apparently a manager heard and berated my coworker. At the end of my shift, my coworker told me that my little comment got him in trouble and that he no longer feels comfortable saying anything to me other than “hello” and “goodbye.”
I am supposed to feel guilty for pointing out that he can’t lay his fucking hands on me.
So I wore the infamous dress at work yesterday and ANOTHER MALE COWORKER DECIDED TO PULL AT ONE OF MY FUCKING ZIPPERS.
We were surrounded by other (also male) coworkers (that did nothing) and I swatted his hand away while promptly informing him that he didn’t have permission to touch me.
He then asked, since he knows I cosplay, if it would be any different if I wore a revealing costume. I gave him a dirty look and told him that no matter what *I* decide to wear, no one is allowed “to lay a finger on me unless they want my foot up their ass.”
Being that I’m quite professional at work, they were all surprised by my language and the ferocity with which I spat my promise.
you fucking go girl
Harry was the favorite kid and he wasn’t even an official part of the family
Because Molly knows exactly how the Dursleys treat him. There’s no way Ron wouldn’t tell her. And Molly Weasley is a Mother. She gets a capital M because she is goddamn phenomenal at what she does. When she hears Harry Potter is on the train to Hogwarts in Book 1, her reaction isn’t to be starstruck. It’s to say “that poor dear had to come here all on his own.” Molly Weasley loves harder than anyone. She loves like it’s her sole reason for being. And when she hears there’s a poor boy who has never known love his whole life… how could she not?
In Year One Molly Weasley knit Harry a Weasley family sweater and made him homemade chocolate so he would have something to open on Christmas DON’T TOUCH ME
could I also just add that kids from abusive households tend to assume that yelling is directed at them and/or it heralds something bad for them so she’s making extra sure that he knows that this is not his fault and she’s not actually mad at him.
My Pokedoll Party:
Abigeil (Espurr), Darty (Fletchling), Étoile (Jirachi), Wickxery (Fennekin), Habibi (Sylveon), Régalien (Tyrunt).
IT’S THAT TIME AGAIN.
- 3 WINNERS GET A POKEDOLL FROM THE POKEMON CENTER MACHINE AT MY LOCAL MALL
- ONE OF THE ABOVE LUCKY FUCKERS ALSO GETS A $25 GIFT CARD TO DOMINOS PIZZA
- ONE UNLUCKY FUCKER GETS NO PLUSHIE, NO PIZZA, AND GETS SUPLEXED.
- FOLLOWERS ONLY
- ONE LIKE ONE REBLOG
- GIVEAWAY ENDS AUGUST 15
- NO ITEMS
- FOX ONLY
- FINAL DESTINATION
Junichi Masuda’s retweet spree inspired a little Pokemon with glasses photo shoot. Figured I should get it out of my system now :)
Pokemon at the office. Enjoy!
(Wailord Pokedoll, 2007, US; Umbreon Pokedoll, 2008, Japan; Flareon Pokedoll, 2009, Japan; Vaporeon Pokedoll, 2009, Japan; Pokemon Time Dragonite Plush, 2014, Japan; Jolteon Pokedoll, 2009, Japan; Jolteon Pokedoll, 2010, US; Leafeon Pokedoll, 2007, Japan).
A shiny pokedoll copy. I seem to be doing this a lot lately but I like to keep sewing even when I am not feeling creative about it, so reproducing an existing plush helps me keep in practice when I am not really feeling the creative desire to make something.
ok no imma reblog this again because: this dog looks like a necromancer. this dog looks like he raises dead from the ground and brews potions and chants and shit. this dogs a fucking necromancer