Just being in love with fictional characters

maliatate:

OK BUT CAN WE GET SOME CLOSURE W/ THE WHOLE ISAAC IN FRANCE THING I FEEL LIKE CHRIS JUST LEFT HIM IN A CAFE IN PARIS WITH A BAGUETTE IN HIS HAND

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halfhardtorock:

allerasphinx:

Ming-na Wen and Retta at NerdHQ’s A Conversation with Badass Women (x)
Retta: My parents are from Liberia, and Liberians are ALL about school. It’s like, no joke. Most of them send their kids to the States to go to school because they think that’s where the best schools are, that sort of thing. And I was a math-science girl, I was pre-med. I was supposed to be a neurosurgeon.
And I remember when I started doing stand up, I was like, “Shit! My mother is going to be like, ‘Are you fucking kidding me right now?’” And I remember calling my mom and saying, “So I’m going to drive to California and do the stand-up thing so I can get into TV.” And my mom, you know, she didn’t freak out like I thought she was totally going to freak out. My dad freaked out. He was like, “Please get health insurance.” That was his big thing, “GET HEALTH INSURANCE.” But my mom was like, “Just remember you’re carrying around your father’s last name. So don’t embarrass him.” She was like, “Do the best that you can. Don’t go playing. If you’re going to do, do it.” So, I dropped my last name so as not to embarrass my father.
But God bless, because a lot of parents wouldn’t…

Ming-na: You know, we have to talk. Because I dropped my stage last name Wen for the longest time when I did ER - which, by the way, I got to tell my mom, “I got to be a doctor for 5 years so, write that off the list.” because of same issues, fatherly things.
But now, I have it back because I’m proud being who I was born as. And we have so much to talk about, girl.

It’s interesting that Nerd HQ’s “A Conversation with Badass Women” is more diverse than the SDCC’s “Women Who Kick Ass” panel…and doesn’t only focus on women who physically kick ass.

^^^^

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dontbeanassbutt:

moc-tod-ffuts-modnar:

iamtonysexual:

sherlock-mania:

remember-pants-terezi:

heyxkids:

YOU CANT CHANGE THE VOLUME OF THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD

FUCKING TRY I DARE YOU

ITS IMPOSSIBLE AND ITS REALLY FUCKING WITH MY MIND SOMEONE HUG ME

I CAN MAKE IT SCREAM WITHOUT GETTING LOUDER

H E L P

Holy shit whispering is the same volume as shouting as loud as I can

what have you done

We think in concepts

Concepts have no volume

Because a thought is the loudest silence of all.

whoa there socrates

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thefourteenthdoctor:

1dfangirlpreferences:

thefourteenthdoctor:

zeustreats:

jesuschristvevo:

i wish i had a little toilet and sink in the corner of my room so i wouldnt have to walk all the way to the bathroom

That’s a prison cell

In prison your food gets cooked for you as well. 

I’m beginning to think murdering people I don’t like wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

you do realize that there’s probably police officers on here, right?

oh no what are they going to do send me to prison?

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zero-the-her0:

nightcloak:

unforgivingplace:

I am fairly convinced that Red Pandas are not real.

OHMYGOD

THEY ARE LIKE CHILDREN WITH TAILS 

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kimpissible:

In english, we say “shut the fuck up” but in spanish they say “cierra la boca puta” which translates to shut your bitch mouth and i think thats beautiful

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timelordblogging:

officalnerdqueen:

comraderogers:

Avengers vine idea: to the tune of bohemian rhapsody, Natasha says ‘thunderbolts and lightening’, Clint says ‘very very frightening’, then the camera pans around to Thor out the window summoning lightening like ‘ME’

**Bruce and Tony join in with a chorus of ‘Galileo”

It’ll forever be my headcanon that the Avengers just make vines with their superpowers when they’re not saving the world

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bleep0bleep:

allhalethekings:


I live for this turtleneck okay?

Sterek AU: In an effort to buy his dad some warmer clothes for the Winter for his one-week trip to Canada where he’ll be attending an international conference on policing with supernatural creatures, Stiles finds the perfect turtlenecks on an online website. The only thing even more perfect than the turtlenecks? Finding out that while in New York, Derek Hale did a stint as a model for random online clothing companies. 

Stiles laughs hysterically, clicking once more and watching the turtleneck change color. “Wait no, the purple,” he says, clicking again and nearly falling off his chair. “No, the pink is the best,” he cackles. Oh my God, that sweater is tight, Stiles can practically see his nipples. He fiddles with the scrollbar, finding he can drag the thing and watch Derek Hale, grumpiest werewolf to ever grump, wear a fuzzy cable-knit sweater that magically changes colors.
Seriously.
Stiles is having the best day.
"Stiles, you’ve got a guest!" Dad calls from downstairs.
Oh man, Scott is gonna have a field day. Stiles blows the picture up to full screen, trying out the color display and jiggles the scrollbar again for maximum rainbow hue, laughing again.
"Okay, this is my only family copy of — what is that?"
Stiles whirls around, and Derek is standing right behind him with the tome on fae that Stiles asked to borrow. 
"N—nothing," Stiles lies quickly, minimizing the tab and then turning back towards Derek. "Thanks for bringing it over, I wasn’t really expecting you to use the door like an actual human."
He reaches out for the book, but Derek is just standing there, staring. With his mouth open. And his ears turning pink. 
"Right, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about modeling, it’s a very legitimate thing—and you looked nice. I’m sure you helped all those turtlenecks find a good home. And I’m sorry for laughing at you, I mean, I wasn’t really laughing at you, just the situation? Um, Derek?” 
"I’m not embarrassed about modeling," Derek says. 
Stiles turns around and then groans. Minimizing the turtleneck tab caused the tab behind it to be now in full view— the porn Stiles was loading to save for later, and two guys are now going at it in a very creative position. 
"Shit," Stiles says, going to exit the tab but instead his mouse jars a mute button on the page somewhere and suddenly the room is filled with moans and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin. "Oh man, I’m so sorry," he says, embarrassment coloring his cheeks. He hesitates on closing the thing because this is one of his favorite videos, and it always takes forever to load, plus it’s got that actor that kind of looks like Derek— 
Stiles should probably just close the thing. 
"I didn’t know you liked— um, never mind," Derek says. "Here’s the book, I’ll see you later." Derek sets the book down on Stiles’ desk, and turns to leave, but Stiles can see the entire back of his neck is red. 
Wait a minute— 
"Yes, I definitely like the D," Stiles says, "Did you not know that I was bi?" 
"No, now I do, thanks," Derek says.
Stiles forces himself to laugh, and just takes a chance. “At least you didn’t catch me masturbating to your weird turtleneck photoshoot, that would have been awkward.”
Derek’s eyes widen a little. “Yes, that would have been. You know that I’ve done a shirtless spread before, right?” 
Stiles grins. “Mm. Sounds nice. I mean, you can always show me where to find the pictures. Unless, of course, you’re offering to show me the real thing.” 

bleep0bleep:

allhalethekings:

I live for this turtleneck okay?

Sterek AU: In an effort to buy his dad some warmer clothes for the Winter for his one-week trip to Canada where he’ll be attending an international conference on policing with supernatural creatures, Stiles finds the perfect turtlenecks on an online website. The only thing even more perfect than the turtlenecks? Finding out that while in New York, Derek Hale did a stint as a model for random online clothing companies. 

Stiles laughs hysterically, clicking once more and watching the turtleneck change color. “Wait no, the purple,” he says, clicking again and nearly falling off his chair. “No, the pink is the best,” he cackles. Oh my God, that sweater is tight, Stiles can practically see his nipples. He fiddles with the scrollbar, finding he can drag the thing and watch Derek Hale, grumpiest werewolf to ever grump, wear a fuzzy cable-knit sweater that magically changes colors.

Seriously.

Stiles is having the best day.

"Stiles, you’ve got a guest!" Dad calls from downstairs.

Oh man, Scott is gonna have a field day. Stiles blows the picture up to full screen, trying out the color display and jiggles the scrollbar again for maximum rainbow hue, laughing again.

"Okay, this is my only family copy of — what is that?"

Stiles whirls around, and Derek is standing right behind him with the tome on fae that Stiles asked to borrow. 

"N—nothing," Stiles lies quickly, minimizing the tab and then turning back towards Derek. "Thanks for bringing it over, I wasn’t really expecting you to use the door like an actual human."

He reaches out for the book, but Derek is just standing there, staring. With his mouth open. And his ears turning pink. 

"Right, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about modeling, it’s a very legitimate thing—and you looked nice. I’m sure you helped all those turtlenecks find a good home. And I’m sorry for laughing at you, I mean, I wasn’t really laughing at you, just the situation? Um, Derek?” 

"I’m not embarrassed about modeling," Derek says. 

Stiles turns around and then groans. Minimizing the turtleneck tab caused the tab behind it to be now in full view— the porn Stiles was loading to save for later, and two guys are now going at it in a very creative position. 

"Shit," Stiles says, going to exit the tab but instead his mouse jars a mute button on the page somewhere and suddenly the room is filled with moans and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin. "Oh man, I’m so sorry," he says, embarrassment coloring his cheeks. He hesitates on closing the thing because this is one of his favorite videos, and it always takes forever to load, plus it’s got that actor that kind of looks like Derek— 

Stiles should probably just close the thing. 

"I didn’t know you liked— um, never mind," Derek says. "Here’s the book, I’ll see you later." Derek sets the book down on Stiles’ desk, and turns to leave, but Stiles can see the entire back of his neck is red. 

Wait a minute— 

"Yes, I definitely like the D," Stiles says, "Did you not know that I was bi?" 

"No, now I do, thanks," Derek says.

Stiles forces himself to laugh, and just takes a chance. “At least you didn’t catch me masturbating to your weird turtleneck photoshoot, that would have been awkward.”

Derek’s eyes widen a little. “Yes, that would have been. You know that I’ve done a shirtless spread before, right?” 

Stiles grins. “Mm. Sounds nice. I mean, you can always show me where to find the pictures. Unless, of course, you’re offering to show me the real thing.” 

(Source: jax-lycanthrope, via candypinkcocks)

officialnorthamerica:

I hate when my phone dies and I can’t get to a charger for like an hour. What happened while I was gone? Is Kate still married to William? How old is Blue Ivy? Who is the president Idk man my phone died

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idon-tevenwantoknow:

THERE’S TIMES WHEN I WANT A RUSTIC CABIN IN THE WOODS AWAY FROM ALL SOCIETYimage

THEN THERE’S TIMES WHEN I WANT A MODERN ASS HOUSE image

THEN I’M LIKE I’LL ACCEPT NOTHING MORE THAN A VICTORIAN MANOR
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THEN I WANT A PENTHOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF NEW YORK
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THEN I WANT ONE OF THOSE HOUSE MADE OUT SHIPPING CONTAINERSimage

THEN I WANT A FRENCH CHATEAUimage

BUT I ALSO WANT A TREE HOUSEimage

AND FALLINGWATER image

AND A LITTLE COTTAGE ON THE OCEANimage

HOUSES ARE SO COOL

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egberts:

if you try to tell me cold doesnt have a smell you’re wrong

when its really cold you can literally smell how cold it is

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curlybrownboy:


Natalie Dormer SDCC 2014 Portraits by Entertainment Weekly


fuck me she is gorgeous

curlybrownboy:

Natalie Dormer SDCC 2014 Portraits by Entertainment Weekly

fuck me she is gorgeous

(Source: nataliedormersource, via chronickers)

what she says: i'm fine

what she means: i'm gay for natalie dormer