I mostly blog Avengers, Supernatural, and random funny posts. I'm not hip enough to make my own gifs or anything amazing.
you wanna fight? alright let’s take this outside! the stars are so bright tonight. the moon looks so nice. hold my hand
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#they’re both so grown up #and imagine #imagine being that girl who opens her door every day #waiting for the boy who once kissed her #to be on the other side #and you open that door day after day #week after week #month after month #and its never him #that sweet boy #with grave dirt in his pockets and lighter fluid on his hands #he never comes #so you stop thinking about him and you stop wishing #and then #ten years later #you open the door #and it’s him #and you barely recognize him for the shadows under his eyes #and the hurt set to his mouth #this is not the boy you met ten years ago #he has the same name and he stands about the same height #he still looks kindly and treads softly #but this is not sam #you barely recognize sam #and it’s not until he says your name #soft and gentle and a little shy #that you’re able to even recognize #this boy #this man #this weathered down hero [via]
My dream for The Avengers: Age of Ultron is that it starts out with each of the Avengers getting a call early in the morning that they need to come in, and when they get to Clint, they’re like, “We still don’t have Romanoff’s new location, so if you have a way of contacting her, pass the message to her as well.” Clint replies, “I’ll see if I can track her down,” and hangs up the phone. Then he rolls over in bed and is like, “Hey Nat, get up, they need us.”
I wonder if anyone ever looks at me while I’m doing something and thinks I’m pretty. Because I do that all the time to people.