[They are] people I’ve fallen in love with who are soon going to have extraordinarily inappropriate fan fiction written about them. —
The all too right Joss Whedon on the cast of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (from the ABC Upfronts)
Joss understands his fanbase.
(Source: elongatedpantaloons, via afiercefuckingdragon)
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
Baby snakes appreciation post
i would like a movie of tony stark and bruce banner just fucking around, like inventing shit and getting froyo and breaking into nasa headquarters and sitting on the couch eating extra cheesy pizza watching back to the future together
And I just want a sitcom of Thor, Loki and Cap trying to figure modern technology out
And a romantic comedy about what happened in Budapest.
do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup
I AM LITERALLY SCREAMING
no matter how ugly you think you are, always remember—Hannibal could probably make an absolutely beautiful dish out of you.
Yes, false rape accusations happen. Run the protocol anyway. I’ve heard that perhaps the military has the highest number of ‘em. True or not, RUN THE PROTOCOL ANYWAY. Because in 15 years of investigating rape accusations, I can count those that panned out as false on one hand. Meanwhile, the one time I almost skipped the protocol, the one time I almost didn’t believe a petty officer, because I was naive as an investigator and a young woman, because her commanding officer described her as “a party girl, always late, always out drinking, don’t bother with this one”, she turned out to be the victim of one of the most brutal assaults I’ve ever investigated. She shouldn’t have still been -alive-, let alone up and making the accusation. So let me repeat: five false accounts in fifteen years. And one time I almost failed a woman ‘cause of the bullshit way it’s normal to talk about us. Take your shipmates’ word, and then run the protocol. Every. Single. Time. — - JAG lawyer, speaking to my husband’s plant during Sexual Assault Prevention Month. (via circusbones)