why cant everyone just wear the same outfit everyday just like in cartoons
If you ever sent me a nice anon message I hope all your dreams come true and may your harvest be bountiful
“I made the chocolate noodles by boiling 3/4 of a cup of water and then mixing in two grams of agar powder. I then melted one and a half cups of Hershey’s chocolate and mixed it in with the agar solution along with 1/3 of a cup of chocolate milk to keep it from getting too thick. For the marshmallow noodles I followed the exact same recipe, but swapped out the chocolate milk for regular milk.”
Let’s talk about the sheer, simply brilliance in the way Tony Stark pierced Bruce Banner’s shield.
Bruce is, or once was, a truly depressed and damaged man. He sees himself as a monster, perhaps a failure at life and science for becoming one, and had gone as low as attempting suicide and even failed at that. He had sunk into obscurity, seeking peace in solitude and had long accepted that humanity in general will fear him, loath him, tiptoe around him, and forever see him as a monster.
He was not prepared for Tony Stark, who in his own simple, arrogant, self-absorbed way, ignored literally everyone’s perception of Bruce and formed his own opinion of the man before even meeting him. He walked in and commented on the hulk in the room as casually as if he was complimenting Bruce’s shirt. One could almost see his mental process upon seeing Bruce - “my age - cool; seems nice - cool; almost as smart as me - double cool; big green months thing - bitchin’”.
Tony Stark had likely decided before even meeting Bruce Banner in person that they were going to be friends. No matter how anyone else tiptoed around Bruce, Tony treated him like he did anyone else, by being a friendly, charming, outgoing, and generally irritating prick. His casual manner around Bruce allowed Bruce to relax around him. Just by being himself, he told Bruce wordlessly that it’s OK, there’s much more to him than the monster inside, and someone sees that.
It wasn’t so much that Tony wanted to show Bruce he didn’t care about the monster - he truly, genuinely did not care. He’s Tony “genius billionaire playboy philanthropist” Stark. He couldn’t be bothered with some little medical problem his new BFF has on the side. It just wasn’t a big deal. Not when there’s so much science to be done and so many toys they could play with together.
And all Bruce ever needed was for his big problem not to be someone else’s big deal.
When your teacher is nice but can’t fucking teach
When your teacher is mean but teaches really good
When you’re teacher is nice and teaches really well, but the class is full of fucking twats
When the students are well behaved but the Teacher is still a fucking bitch
when your teacher keeps getting replaced because it’s defence against the dark arts
When you’re singing alone on a golf course
do you ever just stop and look at a post and realize that these are actual people, doing actual things in actual places,
like your neighbor could be in their house right now, putting panty hose on their dog or making a cosplay or dancing around in a horse mask to put on a website for other actual people in other actual places to enjoy.
think i just blew my own mind.
my life is just a collection of poorly made decisions with alternative music playing in the background
JUST SAT HERE AND WENT WOAH FOR THIRTY SECONDS LAJFKJAFHLK
I like jumped in my seat the moment I say Daniel’s face. It’s fucking cray.
I’ve already reblogged this, but I was just struck by how much I love the idea that Draco became a healer. Sure, it could be seen similar to the doctors in the muggle quietus in which there is a lot of money, but I see it more as him choosing to help people and that’s who I always imagined he could be outside of the influence of his family’s expectations. I’m sorry, but I’ve got feels now. Please excuse me.