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abookblog:

treblemirinlens:

BLESS MARVEL, they’ve officially released this in HD

I think most everyone on my dash could use happy dancing Groot today <3

Everyone needs a baby dancing Groot on their dash. 

I HAVEN’T EVEN SEEN THIS MOVIE but holy shit this is so precious <3

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thunderboltsortofapenny:

bonesbuckleup:

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bonesbuckleup:

thunderboltsortofapenny:

thunderboltsortofapenny:

bonesbuckleup so my asks are not functioning rn, or you just got this like 5 times, BUT JUST IN CASE:

I. KNOW. I KNOW. CHARLIE CRAZY GLUEING THE PHONE?

NO NO.

PETER CRAZY GLUING EVERYTHING ON THE DESK. THEN FIXING THE DESK TO THE CEILING. NO ONE EVER FINDS…

See but Peter is a LOT smarter than he gets credit for, and he knows that 1. Clint loves pranks and 2. Natasha likes Clint a lot more than she let’s on. So a 2:1 prank war works rather well for a while.

Two things no one counted on:

1. Tony

2. Ambassador Odinson visiting with his girlfriend’s old intern/his new PA, Darcy.

Clint is clearly a double agent and has actually been working with Nat the whole time because that man is whipped, knows it, and has no problem with it. Imean,Peter’s smart, but there is maybe no one alive in the world who can outdo Natasha when she has a vendetta.

It’s at the point Peter discovers Clint’s a dirty turncoat when he recruits Darcy.

Natasha is momentarily thrown by the addition of Darcy, because she is an unknown entity, but quickly regains footing. Bucky send a very short email telling everyone to keep it to the bullpens, out of the press room and away from Bruce and the Oval, for all that is holy but doesn’t really try to intervene. There’s no stopping Nat till she’s won decisively, and Peter has to learn that the hard way, just like the rest of them.

Then Tony fires a confetti cannon in Clint’s office, seals the no-slip grips on all of Nat’s heels so they now do nothing but slip, and shrunk all of Peter’s work shirts so the cuffs are up to his forearms.

MJ moves into Bruce’s office and Pepper bunks with Lorraine.

Bucky lets it go another week longer, because everyone’s been through hell since the press conference and blowing off steam by switching out salt and sugar is a hell of a lot more preferable than Tony going on national television and pissing off right-wing Christians, again. Plus, Bucky was pretty sure no one was able to top Natasha’s thing with the marshmallow fluff, the Rick Roll virus and the sticky notes.  He was also positive he didn’t want to know what would top that, ever.

What Bucky forgot to do, which was a colossal mistake on his part, was tell the President.

It’s not like the President didn’t know the pranks were happening, of course. He just wasn’t quite aware of the extent of it.

Or that it was still going on while he was on the Chicago trip, so he nonchalantly said something about going down to see Bruce to talk about the speech for LA and Bucky wasn’t really listening, so it took him five precious seconds to connect that “I’m going to see Bruce”  also meant “I’m going to walk past Nat, Tony, and Clint’s offices as well as the bullpens to see Bruce.”

Five seconds is a very long time. {Especially when the person you’re chasing has freakishly long legs.}

Bucky swings around the hall corner just in time to see the President get hit from all directions with chalk bombs, momentarily enveloping him and the hallways in front of Clint’s office in a cloud of colors.  The bullpen’s as silent as the grave as twenty pairs of eyes look at Rogers. Clint stands jjust inside his office, still pointing the the homemade PVC pipe airgun at the leader of the free world. Bucky can barely see Tony hiding behind Fitz’s desk in the bullpen.

"I-uh..aww nooooo." Clint whispers in horror.

The chalk dissipates and the President is covered in green and magenta, yellow, red and blue, even orange and pink. His pants were spared the brunt of it, but the shirt is riddled with direct shots of chalk, and his hair is now varying shades of green and pink.

"Uh" Clint tries again. Steve raises an eyebrow, waiting patiently for a response.

"This. This looks bad."

Bucky absolutely loses it. He leans against the wall for support but pretty soon he’s out of breath and sitting on the ground and he can’t stop laughing.

Everyone thinks this is it, this is the moment Barnes finally snaps, but then the President starts giggling, and pretty soon he’s leaning against Clint’s door to stay upright. Each time one of them quiets down, the other snorts or they make eye contact and set’s the other one off again. The President and his Chief of Staff spend the next 15 minutes on the ground in the main hallways of the Communications department, laughing like a pair of loons.

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I’d do three impossible things before breakfast but I don’t work without coffee

— E.G, who consumes coffee when normally people eat food, and who I’ve seen do a 12-mile-hike on nothing else.

In middle school, you listened to your friends swap stories about kissing boys in hallways and on the walk home. They whispered the names of crushes in each other’s ears, waiting for you to fill the gap with a name of your own. In high school, the kisses turned into seductions in the back seats of cars and your friends asked how far you’ve gone.

You spent the summer months looking at the boys around you and wondering how they saw breasts and not faces, bodies and not people. You asked yourself about love and whether you were capable of it or even wanted it in the same way others did. Asked yourself why you felt a shiver instead of a thrill whenever a boy endeavored to reach his arm around your shoulders.

You’ve always existed in the parentheses of someone else’s voice (but often not existing at all.) You’re treated as an exception to the rule of your sex. You’ve been told you’re unnatural, that you need to be fixed. You’ve been told point blank that who you say you are doesn’t exist. This is said by your closest friend. You’re told by your mothers and fathers that your special someone is right around the corner, that you’ll soon feel the desire to be with them in the lonely hours of the night. But you don’t know how to tell them you won’t make them grandparents, so you nod your head and say, “Of course, you’re right.”

So you learn to lie, spinning stories about boys and the back seats of cars, boys who turn into boyfriends who always seem to miss the holiday dinner with your parents. You spend a few worthless nights, scattered over the years, selling out to various men whom you were brave enough to shed your clothes for. You spend these years feeling used and dirty and a shower never helps.

You’ve been told too many times that you’re broken or damaged. You’ve been told you’ll never be happy and never be complete until you find someone who quickens the pulse under your palm.

And this became a part of you until it wasn’t. Until you became brave enough to throw off the expectations everyone else had for you. Until you stopped defining happiness as a man and a bed and his tender touches late at night.

"The Closet Asexual" (via typewriterdaily)

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Asexual and Pregnant and That’s Okay!

elisaintime:

I want to share this letter someone sent me about their concerns about the implications of my pregnancy in light of my public asexuality, as well as my reply and their subsequent response, just in case there is anyone else out there who might have similar concerns or questions. 
I am always open to LGBTQIA-related discussions, and am proud to represent my place in humanity’s spectrum! 

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IMPORTANT.

SO, SO IMPORTANT

weather-driven-mariner:

I set out to write a story with some subtle queer themes to it and I ended up with two of my main characters being lesbians and the third being a sex-repulsed aromantic asexual gal. 

In for a penny, in for a pound.

ANNA ANNA CAN I READS?

Bull in China Shop →

dalinkwent:

This is one of my stranger metaphorical realizations, but it seemed too perfect not to write down.

I can be a bull in a china shop sometimes. Once I recognize that that’s the case, I (like to think that I) will apologize profusely, stick around to help clean up, and ask how I can make up for the…

Does this person’s name happen to start with S and end with -eff and piss both of us off recently?

Because even if that wasn’t who you meant, it certainly seems applicable to me.

miss-love:

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chardyice:

by NicholasK.com

For all your post-apocalyptic Resident Evil world, LotR travelling to Mordor, and Assassin Creed needs.

Give to me

I just want to dress like this all the time

I OWN THE HARKIN JACKET (upper right)

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Escaping the Toxic Jungle →

dalinkwent:

I’ve started listening to podcasts because what else are you going to do for the 1.5 hours of bike commute a day? Might as well learn things. So it’s usually been the news on the way in, and something interesting on the way out.

Today I listened to an NPR TED Radio Show podcast on Disruptive…

I think you truly matter to a lot of people (myself included) <3

Sorry my parents are being so obnoxious about this weekend…. Dad’s coming to Berkeley with me so we can try and work on him, but I’m not sure we’ll get anywhere.

archiemcphee:

These dazzling photos by Mohammad Domiri reveal the awesome interiors of Grand Mosques in northern Iran. Domiri is a physics student and self-taught photographer interested in documenting traditional architectural monuments found throughout the Middle East, mosques in particular.

Domiri described his work in a Daily Mail interview:

"In Iran, we have many historical sites - but some of the greatest are places of worship like mosques. As we have a grand mosque in every big city there are many historical buildings with lots of beautiful mosaics to capture.

I like looking for the symmetry, mosaics and artworks in these temples. I like how they let the light come inside and columns are special too as they divide interior space and give some depth.

Maybe some of these historical sites will not exist in 20 years or change a lot during that time. When I am capturing these pictures, I think about how they will be recorded and in future I hope people will be able to see their beauty.”

These beautiful mosques, ornately decorated with mesmerizing mosaics and geometric patterns, require special permission to be photographed, which makes Domiri’s stunning photos all the more exceptional.

To view even more of these amazing photos visit Mohammad Domiri’s website, 500px page, or his Facebook page.

[via DeMilked and Dailymail.co.uk]

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