basedbridget:

A moment of silence for the old beloved PJO chapter names

viciouscunt:

weed-plnts:

supramitch:

The car enthusiast, who is a member of the U.S. Military, hated the car’s silver color. One evening, he let his wife doodle on a few scratches on the bumper, and when the sun came up and he saw her stunningly intricate and elegant drawings, they knew they had to forge on. While he worked on tuning the insides, she drew on the car.

After roughly 100 hours of work and several clear coats to protect the design, they had an impressively beautiful car that they had tuned up as a team! (x)

i swear i saw this like YEARS ago, why did it only resurface now ? 

woahhhhhh hope he never sells that car

This is adorable and awesome

[x]

inspired by this post

Minho was sitting beside Newt at the edge of the Deadheads, eating dinner as another day passed them by. He took a bite out of his sandwich and glanced at Newt from the corner of his eye. The other boy was eating slowly, pensive,  looking up at the sky as the sun set. Suddenly, Newt turned his head and caught Minho’s eye. He grinned.

"What, Minho?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow in question.

Minho shook his head in response. “Nothing Shuckface,” he replied. He looked at the sandwich in his head and then back at Newt before adding, “Do you want my cheese?”

Newt’s face pulled into a surprised smile. “Yeah,” he said, amusement in his voice. Minho extracted the cheese from his sandwich and watched Newt as he added the slice to his own sandwich before continuing on with his dinner.

They ate in silence for a few moments before Newt broke it. “How did you know I liked cheese?” he asked. When Minho looked over, he was still smiling. Minho shrugged. “I just noticed,” he replied, lamely. Newt snorted. “Right,” he said. Minho turned back to his sandwich, thinking  about the real reason he knew: that he tried to find out anything and everything that could make Newt smile.

They finished eating in silence, and sat quietly as the sky turned from a deep red to a dark blue. The stars were starting to come out. Newt shuffled closer to Minho, and leaned his head lightly on Minho’s shoulder, still smiling softly. “You know me pretty well, Minho,” he said.

Minho sent him a grin in return. “It’s just that you’re pretty easy to figure out,” he teased.

Newt eyed him, his eyebrows raised, before turning his gaze back on the sky. “Maybe just to you,” he said quietly.

Minho gulped. What was he supposed to make of that? He glanced at Newt from the corner of his eye again—he seemed pretty comfortable, resting his head on his shoulder and looking up at the stars. If Minho was honest, he would’ve wanted this moment to last forever.

He thought back to the last few months. It had been about four months since Alby came rushing into the Glade close to the closing of the walls, calling for the Medjacks and a stretcher, panicked. When Alby told everyone that Newt was badly injured and needed help, Minho’s blood ran cold and his feet moved without so much as a thought. Before he knew it, he was in the Maze in front of the injured boy. He was trembling as he looked at Newt’s unconscious form, twisted in a strange way, leg mangled. Someone was breathing raggedly, but he wasn’t sure if it was Newt or Minho himself.

"Minho?" Newt asked, looking up at him now. Minho shook himself from his reverie and smiled in response. "Newt?" He grinned back.

Newt smiled and shook his head, turning back. Minho breathed a small sigh of relief. After the day they found Newt in the Maze, he’d become so removed from the rest of the boys. He’d stopped smiling and barely ate, and one of the first things he started eating again was cheese. Of course Minho was going to remember he liked cheese. Of course Minho would want to find anything else to make him smile again. It was such a great relief to have Newt here now, his smile easy once more. He didn’t think he’d be able to live without Newt’s smile in his life.

"Saranghae," he whispered, the word falling out of his mouth as he looked at the other boy. It was almost unconscious, the way he said it. Minho was surprised it came out—he didn’t even know he knew another language until that happened—but he found that it was the truth. I love you.

Newt looked up at him from where he was leaning on his shoulder and frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Minho coughed, feeling his face heat up. He looked away from Newt, back up at the stars. “It means you’re a Shuckface, Shuckface.”

"You’re a bloody idiot," Newt said, but he moved closer to Minho, fitting his head in the crook of Minho’s neck and twining their fingers. He had the distinct feeling that Newt’s words, although disguised as an insult, meant the same his own did.

Minho smiled, clutching Newt’s hand like a lifeline.

The stars shone, and the night wore on.

There are times when I feel the weight of my destiny  c r u s h i n g  m e .

  • Harry: Alright now we're gonna learn expelliarmus.
  • Some lil twit in the DA: but isn't that kind of a pansy-ass spell?
  • Harry: I have LITERALLY USED THIS AGAINST THE DARK LORD HIMSELF, TAKE A SEAT SON.

marguerite26:

kk-maker:

2spoopy5you:

lohelim:

winterthirst:

sabacc:

Steve Rogers did, in fact, realize that something was off when he saw the outline of the woman’s odd bra (a push-up bra, he would later learn), but being an officer and a gentleman, he said that it was the game that gave the future away.

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No, see, this scene is just amazing. The costume department deserves so many kudos for this, it’s unreal, especially given the fact that they pulled off Peggy pretty much flawlessly.

1) Her hair is completely wrong for the 40’s. No professional/working woman  would have her hair loose like that. Since they’re trying to pass this off as a military hospital, Steve would know that she would at least have her hair carefully pulled back, if maybe not in the elaborate coiffures that would have been popular.

2) Her tie? Too wide, too long. That’s a man’s tie, not a woman’s. They did, however, get the knot correct as far as I can see - that looks like a Windsor.

3) That. Bra. There is so much clashing between that bra and what Steve would expect (remember, he worked with a bunch of women for a long time) that it has to be intentional. She’s wearing a foam cup, which would have been unheard of back then. It’s also an exceptionally old or ill-fitting bra - why else can you see the tops of the cups? No woman would have been caught dead with misbehaving lingerie like that back then, and the soft satin cups of 40’s lingerie made it nearly impossible anyway. Her breasts are also sitting at a much lower angle than would be acceptable in the 40’s.

Look at his eyes. He knows by the time he gets to her hair that something is very, very wrong.

so what you are saying is S.H.E.I.L.D. has a super shitty costume division….

Nope, Nick Fury totally did this on purpose.

There’s no knowing what kind of condition Steve’s in, or what kind of person he really is, after decades of nostalgia blur the reality and the long years in the ice (after a plane crash and a shitload of radiation) do their work. (Pre-crash Steve is in lots of files, I’m sure. Nick Fury does not trust files.) So Fury instructs his people to build a stage, and makes sure that the right people put up some of the wrong cues.

Maybe the real Steve’s a dick, or just an above-average jock; maybe he had a knack for hanging out with real talent. Maybe he hit his head too hard on the landing and he’s not gonna be Captain anymore. On the flipside, if he really is smart, then putting him in a standard, modern hospital room and telling him the truth is going to have him clamming up and refusing to believe a goddamn thing he hears for a really long time.

The real question here is, how long it does it take for the man, the myth, the legend to notice? What does he do about it? How long does he wait to get his bearings, confirm his suspicions, and gather information before attempting busting out?

Turns out the answer’s about forty-five seconds.

Sometimes clever posts die a quiet death in the abyss of the unreblogged. Some clever posts get attention, get comments, get better. Then there’s this one which I’ve watched evolve into a thing of brilliance.

darasmithville:

Colin Morgan TOY press conference

All i was told about Newt, was that he was kind of the ‘nice guy’ in the film. He still had an English accent, and he had a bit of a Limp. i just played the role with that, really.

marauders4evr:

darcylewisinthetardis:

bdnocampo:

disneygirldreams:

my-life-in-all-its-fullness:

why would you do this

GO SIT IN A CORNER

WOAH THERE SATAN

I saw a headcanon posted on here that said that Donna always cried at that part of Finding Nemo, but never knew why

NO

(c)