Let’s play the “Yes or No” game.
You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes or no.
(Source: follow-ieatemokids, via lokisswag)
“Useless,” they said. “Just there for sex appeal,” they said. “What do you mean she’s saving the day,” they said.I will shank the next person I hear try to tell me Black Widow is useless.
I. Will shank them.
I just ranted on facebook today about how much it pisses me off that people are saying she’s useless.
we went to see the film again tonight and as she was flying that intergalactic jet bike, crouching on the back of a chitaur and steering it with her widow’s sting or however she did that, I was just like, ‘grrm said she was ‘just there’.’
I guess that’s for certain fucking misogynist dicksmack values of ‘just there’. but I just can’t even imagine how little you have to pay attention to miss all the ass she kicks.
Reblogging mostly for “misogynist dicksmacks” tag. Because if you’re reading this Tumblr I hope you know how much Black Widow rocks.
Reblogging for truth.
This.
When people complain about Black Widow being “useless” and “doing nothing.” I’m like, what movie did you watch? She’s vital to the team/movie. She recruits Banner, saves Hawkeye, figures out how to close the portal, battles the Chitauri, kicks the crap out of several large men while tied to a chair. Oh, and tricks the trickster god into revealing his plan.
^^^^^^^^^^^^
(Source: thereisaheroinallofus, via inspector-lestrudel)
i’ve been imagining a dumb self indulgent AU where cas is a barista (´＿｀。)
“Just a regular coffee, thanks,” the voice says, change clinking on the counter. When Castiel looks up from his register he sees that the voice is actually attached to a man, and a fucking ridiculously handsome man at that. Castiel straightens as he nods and takes the change, tapping on the register and calling out to Rachel behind him over at the machines to ask her for one more order before she goes on break.
“That a real thing?” the stranger asks as he waits, head gesturing at the specials sign board behind Castiel. “You ever actually sell a bacon latte?”
“I—?” he starts, confused, before he turns around to read the sign. “Ah, no, I’ve yet to. It’s my boss—Gabriel—he enjoys surprising customers with eccentric menu items. Anyone who manages to up-sell the item of the day gets everything in the tip jar.”
“Competitive work environment, huh.”
Castiel smiles. “Slightly yes, although in the long run it’s probably better that any of us rarely succeed. I rest in peace that no customer will be subjected to consuming bacon flavoured coffee.”
The customer chuckles, and goes down to the end of the counter space to pick up his normal, non-meat drink, bringing it then to sit down at a far table in the corner, unfortunately just out of Castiel’s immediate line of sight.
Fifteen minutes later, however, he pops back into Castiel’s line of vision. “Actually, yeah, can I get one medium bacon latte to go, please? Hold the side.”
Castiel’s head whips up, not hiding his shock at all as he stares blankly into the man’s clear green eyes (ugh, how). ”What, really?”
“Yeah, Cas was it?” he asks, gaze flickering down to Castiel’s name tag before he fishes his wallet back out of his pocket.
“Castiel. Or, Cas is fine, really, I don’t—are you sure?” he frowns down at the ten dollar bill the man has just laid down on the counter, and then looks back up, brow knitted in confused astonishment.
The stanger grins. “Of the coffee? Not one bit. But I like surprises.”
Castiel fumbles only a bit for the register. “That’s um, $4.50, if you still—”
But before he can finish the man slides his bill towards Castiel. “Thanks,” he says, licking his lips, making Castiel forget for a moment where he is and that he actually exists to do things other than stare at a stranger’s luscious full mouth. He tears himself away to make the atrocious coffee, glancing back only once to see the customer doodling idly on a spare napkin while he waits for his drink.
Castiel comes back with the demonic hell spawn concoction of Gabriel’s (bacon coffee, honestly), smiling apologetically. “Please don’t sue us for any health problems that might result.”
The stranger’s green eyes glint in amusement, and something else Castiel can’t quite put his finger on, saying only: “Keep the change,” before he actually winks, grabs his second coffee, and ambles back out the door.
Castiel goes to pick up the napkin the man had left on the counter top, but before he manages to throw it out it he realises the stranger hadn’t been doodling on his napkin at all.
He had written down his number.
(via maria-the-girl-who-fangirled)
#ha ha #me gusta #supernatural #au #Destiel #dean winchester #castiel
the avengers | cop drama au
A series of murders of influential people in different cities across the country is the reason why Colonel Nick Fury, a decorated ex-army man consulting for the FBI has assembled a team of skilled detectives to solve the murders and stop the killer before more deaths occur. The investigation takes a personal turn when the brother of one Detective Odinson is implicated in the murders.
(Source: assvenger, via maria-the-girl-who-fangirled)
Reblog if you want your followers to ask you anything they’re curious about.
h4te:
(via yesterdaywastuesday)
The pure fact that this doesn’t even need a title or a description or anything speaks volumes. I mean look at the number of notes this has. There are so few people who don’t recognize it. And the song itself just gives you chills. It’s so magical.
(Source: alphageek2011, via yesterdaywastuesday)
Pixar: The only company that takes the time to make animated blooper reels.
(Source: disneyprince, via blackhawkromanoff)
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