bluandorange:

wrench-wench:

Actually, you know what? Fuck it. Here’s what Clint’s been doing during IM3, TtDW, and CATWS:

He was sent to have a nice vacation in Hawai’i, where he was supposed to recover from being possessed and turned into Loki’s sockpuppet. While he’s there, he had a side mission of trying to recruit Nani Pelekai and David Kawena, because they apparently have a lot of experience with aliens and that would be hella useful. Of course, then he finds out that Cobra fucking Bubbles - the man, the myth, the legend - is working as a social worker there, and the retired SHIELD legend doesn’t take kindly to Clint doing anything that might mess with the Pelekai family.

So Clint’s been spending his time babysitting Lilo, learning how to surf, and trying not to have a panic attack every time Stitch talks.

#Cobra Bubbles was SHIELD’s most effective agent #then he decided to actually do Good in the world and become a social worker #he tought Coulson everything he knows

I need this as a fic like yesterday.

(via tehkittykat)

I challenge anyone to listen to the Ewok celebration song - The ORIGINAL VERSION, damnit - and not smile and feel better about life for those few minutes.

I have 30 thick-walled cardboard tubes.

Yes, that’s right: 30 tubes left-over from used-up rolls from a label printer. They’re the size of toilet paper tubes, but about three times as thick. I have no idea what I was planning to do with them, but I am open to suggestions.

Things I need like burning: Oliver & Company!AU Steve/Bucky MCU fic.

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I find I don’t really care about Ultron v. Thanos or Ant-Man v. Tony Stark or who-built-what-in-what-universe-canon fandom disagreements; all I’m saying is, if we do not get at least a brief, brief moment of battle in which Steve is struggling, and then suddenly his foes start falling with neat pinholes in their heads, and he looks up and scans the roofs and catches the barest flash of light on metal as the Winter Soldier vanishes - if we do not get at least that nod to Steve’s offscreen get-Bucky adventures, I will be very, very disappointed.

I am having so many feels over Guardians of the Galaxy and I fully expect to see a ton of fanfiction that rips my soul out as equally as this film did.

Though right at this moment I just want fluff where Groot takes care of Rocket on his bad days by molding a hollow in his trunk for the guy to curl up and sleep tight and warm and safe in like Terran racoons do.

EDIT: But also fics where the whole team is telempathically bonded by what they did holding hands in the movie, and scenes of the team all taking care of the twig, and Peter trying to teach Groot how to say more than ‘I am Groot’ and getting a pat on the head for his troubles, and crossovers with Green Lantern because the Guardians of the Galaxy meet the Guardians is too hilarious not to want, and just ALL the crossovers with the rest of the MCU where Peter finally makes it back to earth and the teams meet each-other - FIC ME, GDI.

main-protagonist-007:

ziblie:

How to relieve menstrual cramps using pressure points.
I learned this method about a year ago and my life has been indescribably better since, so I decided I would share. :)

Thank you 

Exactly what I needed to find on my dash this morning.

main-protagonist-007:

ziblie:

How to relieve menstrual cramps using pressure points.

I learned this method about a year ago and my life has been indescribably better since, so I decided I would share. :)

Thank you 

Exactly what I needed to find on my dash this morning.

(via napoldeinlove)

I listened to Great Spirits from Brother Bear immediately after leaving my second viewing of How To Train Your Dragon 2.

I am not even in the REALM of Okay.

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How to Train Your Dragon 2

[HEAVY BREATHING]

I did not expect that.

I must have more. MORE I SAY.

No, self, do not stay up until dawn reading fanfic/watching episodes of the tv show/rewatching the first movie augh my feels

Give me…

Give me Steve as an artist.

Give me Steve suffering artist’s block because he doesn’t know what to draw. Give me his struggles to find a translation for what he wants to put down, yet being unable to make his thoughts connect to his hands.

Give me Steve drawing landscapes, architecture, sketching models and still life with perfect precision because of his superhuman memory, and hating every bit of it because it’s not a challenge anymore, it’s just his brain being a laser printer.

Give me Steve in paint-spattered clothes, slapping colour onto canvas in wide, broad strokes. No rhyme or reason to it, just trying to convey emotion and feeling in simple colour. Messy, chaotic; letting his inspiration run free without worrying about detail.

Give me Steve using art to exorcise the demons in his subconscious, the ones that torment him with the horrors of the war he just woke up from, the loss of his friends, his family, because he just can’t put it into words for those irritating SHIELD psychologists.

All the artist!Steve.