If awkward had a picture in the dictionary, then it would basically be me. I like Doctor Who, Sherlock, Supernatural, The Beatles, MARVEL, some DC. Anyways, that seems like enough so yeah...

(Source: themaddestdog)

whackcalzone:

MY CAT DOESN’T FEEL WELL SO MY DAD IS SINGING TO HIM

whackcalzone:

MY CAT DOESN’T FEEL WELL SO MY DAD IS SINGING TO HIM

(Source: nofuturept3)

barebackinq:

Me: Mom I don’t think I am getting any better, I still feel sick…

Mom:image

buckkybbarnes:

my friends are graduating this week

  • operator: 911, please hold.
  • me: stop murdering me for a sec; we're on hold.
  • murderer: ok

betweenelsewherenevermore:

amuseoffyre:

wibbly-wobbly-midgardian-shit:

This makes me so sad

My headcanon for the MCU-verse is the Frigga always wanted more children, but they only ever had Thor. Frigga smiled and pretended all was well, but there was always a secret longing for a child who was more like her. As much as she loved Thor, he was very much his father’s son and the golden child. He had no patience for magic and tricks.

And then her husband comes back from war with this infant, a child who could be a hostage against the Jotun, who could one day be useful, an ally on the throne of Jotunheim. But Frigga doesn’t see that. She sees a frightened baby, and takes him from Odin, and cradles him as if he’s her own, and the baby’s cries soften.

"He is a Jotun. You cannot forget that," Odin said, over and over, but Frigga only smiled and said, "No. He is my son."

Sure, I didn’t need those feels

super-wolves:

REMEMBER THAT EPISODE WHERE REESE THOUGHT MALCOLM WAS GAY AND MALCOLM THOUGHT REESE WAS GAY AND THEY TALKED ABOUT IT BUT LIKE THIS I’M CRYING

illkim:

Summer expectations

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Summer reality

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readingaroundthemovies:

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i need to date a girl with the initials AG so we can carve SW+AG on benches

Those r my mums initials…,

say hello to your new dad. i see that your tumblr blog contains some vulgar language. you’re grounded

rydek:

R.I.P. MSN, the only messenger that allowed me to send a giant unavoidable popup of a pig shaking his ass to funky techno music to my conversational partner if they were ignoring me