bitterivy:

mallayaa:

did they just

yes, they did

mid0nz:

ivyblossom:

littlelock:

Mostly what I want to know is why John looks down. Is he so used to being deduced that he thinks maybe Wiggins is right about the chafing? Is he thinking, I’m chafing? Really? Looking down at his jeans isn’t going to answer the question, but it’s like he thinks it might. And he needs Sherlock to tell him that Wiggins is wrong. About his own thighs. 

And then John realizes he’s looking at his crotch. And so is everyone else.

And then everyone in the room realizes that John is massively well-endowed. Here we are, all of us together, examining John’s crotch, and noting that, oh yes, that’s why he walks like that. 

John’s crotch of majesty befuddles even the most observant of men.

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. That was funny, ivy

stitchkingdom:

The cast of The Lion King Australia decided to have a little fun on the plane.

via Disney Theatrical

Not following stitchkingdom.tumblr.com already? Just imagine what you’ve been missing!

secretworld-observer:

kellyfromthecity:

The next person who makes a joke about my pole dancing and calls me a stripper, I’m going to show them this photo and say, “You may or may not take me seriously, but just know that I can probably crush your tiny little skull with my thigh muscles.”

There’s nothing I don’t love about this.

secretworld-observer:

kellyfromthecity:

The next person who makes a joke about my pole dancing and calls me a stripper, I’m going to show them this photo and say, “You may or may not take me seriously, but just know that I can probably crush your tiny little skull with my thigh muscles.”

There’s nothing I don’t love about this.

enigmaticagentalice:

I have never related to anything so hard omg

The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter." [x]

zannablack:

allabitofablur:

nadalada:

dobbyaliasbasy:

themadhatter-steacup:

ughbenedict:

being in sherlock fandom is like driving a car really fast and then going ‘oh my god is tHAT A WALL’

a wall?

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wow. in order too

gyzym:

hill-hill-hill:

Thank you, Sam.

( Seriously, I want a Cap belly warmer. )

SCREAMING. PLEASE.

Steve shows up to an Avengers meeting in August wearing a red white and blue scarf that hangs down nearly to his knees, with little pieces of yarn sticking out anywhere there’s a color change. When Tony stares, Steve shrugs. “Bucky hasn’t figured out how to weave in ends yet,” he says, toying with one of the errant pieces. “Pretty good though, right?” 

Tony says nothing. Tony’s not sure there’s anything to say, except, maybe, that knitting needles sound pretty fucking dangerous in the hands of the Winter Soldier. 

In September, Natasha pulls her tablet out of a black knit pouch with red edging; in October, Sam’s wearing a pair of thick grey fingerless gloves, little black wings adorning the tops. Clint comes home one day November wearing deep purple arm warmers, and a few days later Bruce walks by wearing the exact same ones in green. By December, Thor’s storing Mjolnir in a little silver knitted sack, and when Steve and Bucky show up for the Christmas party in matching handmade sweaters, holding hands and generally looking much more like something out of an adorable Hallmark commercial than Tony would’ve guessed upon meeting Barnes six months ago, he has to admit it: he’s hurt. 

"I am not hurt," he hisses at Pepper, when she finds him sulking. "I am — confused. And! Cold! If Barnes is going to knit things for the entire team then, I mean, whatever, I don’t care. I’m just saying, it’s not exactly fair, is it? Everyone getting something and me—” 

"Tony," Pepper interrupts, giving him her gentlest exasperated eyeroll, "Bucky left something for us in the foyer." 

It’s a blanket, as it turns out, red and gold striped. Pepper wraps around her shoulders immediately and refuses to give it back, even when Tony tugs her into a kiss and tries to use the distraction to steal it off her. It looks awesome, though, and it feels pretty damn comfortable for the, like, eight seconds Tony gets his hands on it before Pepper sails away, still wearing it around her shoulders. Huh.

Tony sidles up to Steve at the next Avengers meeting. “Hey,” Tony says, “you were right: your boy’s pretty good with a needle. You think he could make a hat that says ‘War Machine Rox,’ spelled with an X? I need a good birthday present for Rhodey.”

Steve beams at him.