Twenty-five. Political scientist. PhD student. Part time fanfic author. Slightly obsessed with The Avengers, and has an unhealthy relationship with Diet Coke, popcorn, and my laptop.

 

So apparently the first personal flotation devices were nicknamed Mae West after the actress, because after it was inflated men looked well endowed like Mae. 

The slang was really popular during WWII. 

fishcustardandthecumberbeast:

lazarusgirl:

secretninjachild:

What I think is totally awesome is that Daniel Craig said that the Queen was supposed to look up straight away, but she improvised the letter writing and completely blanked him, so the awkward standing there was completely realisitic. The Queen ignored James Bond because she was ACTING.

She ain’t called the Queen for nothing, kids.

I remember watching this live and thinking, ‘that’s not the Queen, no way.’ Then she turned around and HOLY FUCK! THAT’S THE ACTUAL QUEEN! 

And that’s why the 2012 Opening Ceremony will forever be my favourite.

(Source: lawyerupasshole)

Watching a WW2 documentary and one of the men who fought in the war said, “I hadn’t even fired a gun before, hadn’t gone hunting unlike the Southerners in my outfit. I didn’t know if I could even kill.”

I wonder how many men had thoughts like that?

copperbadge:

eimearkuopio:

ndib:

agents-of-frickle-frackle:

hysteriffic:

earthseed-fic:

copperbadge:

agents-of-frickle-frackle:

*nick fury voice* phil i told you YOU CAN’T KEEP ADOPTING STRAY PEOPLE NO MATTER HOW ATTRACTIVE THEY MAY BE

Theoretically now there’s nothing to stop him.

His mid-life crisis Plane Of Hot Weirdos just became an entire International Espionage Organisation Of Hot Weirdos.

this made me giggle so hard

*spits water*

this post just hit nineteen thousand notes this morning

I still don’t understand what’s so funny

are there even nineteen thousand people in this fandom

?? ?

International Espionage Organization of Hot Weirdos.
I.E.O.H.W. Pronounced: Ow.

I feel like it should be pronounced more like that yell at the beginning of Walking on Sunshine.

As the creator of IEOHW I think you should all be aware you pronounce it like a cat would.

Ieeeeoooohhhhhhwwww.

phlintscones:

jchelseaw:

the-steve-bucky-ship:

darthstitch:


High-Res [x]

A Steve is a Steve no matter how small. 
A Steve is a Steve no matter how tall.

Really highlights how much of a difference Bucky would have had to get used to.

OMFG I JUST REALIZED IMAGNINE HOW MANY TIMES BUCKY TURNED AROUND TO SAY SOMETHING TO STEVE AND WAS SUDDENLY TALKING TO HIS BOOBS AND YOU JUST KNOW STEVE CRACKED A JOKE ABOUT “MY EYES ARE UP HERE, BUDDY” AND “IS THIS WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE ONE OF THE GIRLS YOU DATE? *COVERS CHEST IN PRETEND SHYNESS*”
aslkdfjasdfkljsfjk ITS SO AMUSING!

OMG YES

phlintscones:

jchelseaw:

the-steve-bucky-ship:

darthstitch:

High-Res [x]

A Steve is a Steve no matter how small.

A Steve is a Steve no matter how tall.

Really highlights how much of a difference Bucky would have had to get used to.

OMFG I JUST REALIZED IMAGNINE HOW MANY TIMES BUCKY TURNED AROUND TO SAY SOMETHING TO STEVE AND WAS SUDDENLY TALKING TO HIS BOOBS AND YOU JUST KNOW STEVE CRACKED A JOKE ABOUT “MY EYES ARE UP HERE, BUDDY” AND “IS THIS WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE ONE OF THE GIRLS YOU DATE? *COVERS CHEST IN PRETEND SHYNESS*”

aslkdfjasdfkljsfjk ITS SO AMUSING!

OMG YES

(Source: mishathan)

tattootherevolution:

glintglimmergleam:

what it basically boils down to is this:

maaaybe i’m a feminist killjoy and freedom-of-speech oppressor who “can’t take a joke”

or maybe, just maybe

you’re a racist misogynist with a shitty sense of humor who “can’t take criticism”.

forever reblog. 

bill: view one

36viewsofhogwarts:

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Of all the Weasley boys, Bill was the one who pulled people in. He was the baby who got the most compliments from strangers, the kid who got the most play dates, and the son who got the most gifts from relatives on holidays. His mother strongly suspected he would have gotten the most girls as well, if he’d really wanted to be that kind of teenage boy, but he didn’t. Because he was Bill. 

There had been an awful lot of fretting after the encounter with Fenrir, even once that first full moon had passed with Bill locked up in the basement of Shell Cottage. He and Fleur had laughed themselves into tearful hysterics when she’d taken the security and fortification spells off the door and he was absolutely fine. Breathing never came so easy. This was the end of their werewolf troubles, thank Merlin. Besides coming around to Fleur’s magnificent steak tartare, he would stay the same old Bill. It felt almost boring. (Something he would only confess to Fleur, because what a ridiculous complaint that was.)

But the thing they don’t tell you about scars is that, with alarming speed, you forget about their existence. Even the ones bestowed upon you by a psychopathic werewolf. So it wasn’t until after the war ended, after life settled into this strange normal where there were dead brothers and new babies and a person could venture back into the world again, that it began to creep up on him. 

At first, he was sure he was going a bit mad. That had to be it. He would smile tightly (tightly because all the scar tissue never loosened its grip), and other people (clerks, shopkeepers, old ladies on the street) would smile tightly back, but it wouldn’t reach their eyes, because they’d be too busy looking around nervously for an escape. Bill had never made people nervous before. He was the Weasley who brought calm. This wasn’t him at all.

But where once the shoulders of Gringotts clients would sag in relief at the sight of him and all his humanness, they awkwardly ignored him now. Better the inscrutable goblin you know, than the possibly infected mauled-by-a-werewolf guy you don’t. And Bill got it. He understood. But he was also Bill Weasley, the smart guy, the laid back guy, the guy you wanted to know. He wasn’t some carved up thing Fenrir had left behind. So he practiced turning on the charm a bit more, smiling but not twisting his features too much, jumping to introduce himself and be friendly and nice and pleasant, not relying on what was once natural social magnetism. It was like learning a whole new kind of disarming spell. 

And it worked, but not always. The first time a fellow Hogwarts parent avoided touching him and outright flinched when Fleur called them out, Bill felt it anyway. That small hitch in his gut, like a fish hook, tugging, tugging. Because he was Bill. And now he looked mean and scary and not the kind of person you wanted to know.

And yes, Fleur was good-looking enough for the both of them. And yes, there were greater losses in this world. But he was Bill Weasley. And that once meant something else. 

silversarcasm:

no seriously let’s lay this all out

  • Sansa starts the series at eleven years old and is currently thirteen
  • She is currently the successor to Winterfell, the Lady of Casterly Rock, in line for Riverrun and near to becoming the ruler of the Eyrie
  • She managed to trick her abusive fiancé, who was the king into not killing someone 
  • She survived over a year in kings landing whilst three of her family members died and three others had to run away believed dead
  • She stayed strong and polite around those who killed her family, whilst slipping in some subtle insults
  • She has managed to get some of the best fighters in Westeros on her side including Jaime Lannister, Brienne of Tarth and Sandor Clegane
  • All whilst remaining good and kind and compassionate

But no do keep telling us how naive and bad at the game she is

howard + peggy | pre-tfa
i’m about to do something stupid. you’ll be my call.
aren’t i always?

(Source: hcward)