WHAT WHAT WHERE
I was asking myself the same thing.
Don’t you love how reporters love to forget what their jobs are and like to attempt to put things in people’s mouths?
Hit em with that “nigga what?” face
“kinda shit is that?”
and while we’re on the subject tell us about your secret plan to fight inflation
but Snow Patrol never disappoints
"I’ve always liked you," she said softly.
He shifted, folding his arms over his chest, his shoulders bunching and flexing under her hands. “Even when I was small?”
She leaned down to whisper in his ear, as though confessing a secret: “Especially when you were small.”
—Flames We Never Lit by roboticonography
I really want a what-if/au fic where Steve never became a buff guy and him and Peggy meet, fall in love and live happily ever after.
Raise your hand if you’ve joined a fandom because you saw it on Tumblr.
Raise your hand if you’ve completely avoided things because of the fandom you saw on tumblr
How about “Raise your hand if you ever tried to watch/read something because you started to really like a ship just through tumblr, but your reaction was just ‘Oh my god, this is so bad. Can someone just edit all the shippy stuff together so I can watch just that?’”
I’m doing a thing where i’m trying to find out which is the most popular revival regeneration.
IS HER NECK BROKEN?!?!
Was ScarJo bored out of her mind because she seems kind of absent in this picture ?
Also what were they trying to make us feel with this poster ? She is gorgeous as always but doesn’t seems very focused on the work ? keep the posture and the look on her face then change the background and the clothes and this look like a trippy romcom.
The Vampire Diaries: a summary.
i won’t lie
i am in fact an “attention whore”
i need to feel like i actually matter to people
i need to feel like i’m not a totally horrible person
i need to feel like there are people who love me
because i’m certainly not gonna do it myself
SuperWhoLock: A Guide
LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY BECAUSE THIS IS SO FUCKING ACCURATE
(continued from this)
It was late afternoon when she finally stepped off the boat and her eyes had been searching for him since they’d made port.
It had been a quiet voyage across, but Molly had bee restless the nearer they got to New York. She read Mycroft’s written instructions over and over, running her eyes over the words just as a comfort since she’d memorized it almost upon receiving it.
She ran her fingers over the fabric of her coat, feeling the stirrings within her. The baby seemed to know something was happening, shifting and moving and Molly reminded herself that she needed to keep herself calm.
Molly walked down the gangplank, walking past the crowds of people greeting their loved ones. Her eyes spotted the sign (The Dancing Men Inn) and made quickly for it, nervously biting her lower lip.
"What is that ghastly thing you’re wearing?"
Molly spun around at the sound of his voice behind her and took a second to take him in before launching herself into his arms. They held each other tightly, and Molly felt herself start to cry. Six months was much too long of a separation and she’d been so desperately afraid and lonesome for him, even with Mycroft keeping her updated.
He moved her veil aside to kiss her deeply, and Molly felt lighter, worries lifting from her with each passing moment. He continued to kiss her face, her nose her cheeks and she kept her arms tightly wrapped around him.
"Honestly, Molly a black veil?" he said when pulled back to get a better look at her, his eyes bit misty but smiling widely.
"I’m supposed to be in mourning, you clot," she laughed as he wiped away her tears with his thumbs, her own hands holding onto his wrists. She wanted to hang onto him, feeling him solid and real with her.
"Well, that’s enough of that, then," he said with a grin. His eyes drifted down the swell of her belly. He seemed to freeze for a moment and Molly felt a bit of apprehension until he raised his eyes back to her and she caught a look of wonder.
His adam’s apple bobbed a bit as he swallowed thickly. “Molly…”
She bit her bottom lip trying to hold back her grin. “Take me home, Sherlock.”
welp, I guess this AU is going to actually kill me.