Jen. 33. Refuses to grow up. What to expect: Marvel comics and the MCU, other comics, scifi, Pacific Rim, classic Doctor Who, video games, Instagram photos, feminism, animated tv shows, food, toys, and idiocy.
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let’s play “how many times can my OTP look at each other like that without kissing until I throw a chair at my TV”

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i couldnt scroll past this i had to reblog

I really tried to scroll past it

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i don’t want to write this fanfic i want to fucking read it

a novel not written by me (via kingxxxwizard)


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Yay! Hi, welcome, etc.

I’m boring. :D 

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep, this keeps happening to me. : |

It’s super annoying. >:(


Throughout human history, countless cultures have viewed our Sun as a parental figure, a father, a mother, something in between, or something altogether different.

But our Sun is a step-parent.

Our true mother is a star that died billions of years ago, a member of a cluster elsewhere in the galaxy we may never find.  When that star died, the primordial cloud of gasses would eventually make up our home system was compressed and given a rich peppering of the heavy elements necessary to make a rocky, warm planet full of life like Earth.  The true mother of the system where every living thing this world has ever known and may well ever know has lived and died is a star that died so we may live.

We humans and the world on which we live are the living ghosts of our collective, stellar mother.

If that doesn’t excite you, you need to sort out your priorities.

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Dude DC should just give up
Guy at the movie theatre talking about marvel movies (via erinboo24)

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ghosts and clouds and nameless things.
squint your eyes and hope real hard,
maybe sprout wings [x]

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bested again…

*hands over a chocolate easter bunny as a consolation gift*



I think the best assesment of the scene I ever saw was in heydon’tjudgeme's recap:

'I imagine Pentecost is at the same emotional level as watching your kid’s first football game and getting interrupted because your dumb nephew blew up the concession stand.'

That comment is golden.

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