My bro just came prancing into my room with a Burger King crown. We don’t have Burger King in Belgium. He drove all the way to the Netherlands.
help this wasn’t supposed to be such a popular post
its funnier to americans because in Europe you can just dive to another country for burger king
One time I was with my family, I dropped my plate of food and I said ‘Goddamnit’ then my mom was like “you can’t say that” so I said “Fine. Satan bless it.” Everyone turned to look at me after I said. I forgot I was in church.
This is my legacy, the girl who said “Satan bless it” in church.
sail boats are the easiest thing to steal ever because they don’t have a key because there is no engine. all you need is a sound knowledge of the wind and a yearning to conquer the seas
why be a fan of severus snape when you can be a fan of regulus black?
Regulus Black who was noble and zealous and believed with all his heart in a cause. Regulus Black who saw his brother slip away from him, the brother who escaped their mother, while he stayed behind. Regulus Black, who was a Seeker and was kind to Kreacher.
Regulus Black who lost his convictions because he saw the evil Voldemort was willing to do, and do to a house elf of all things.
Regulus Black who went into that cave, who drank that potion, knowing what it did. Regulus Black who went there to sabotage the most evil wizard who ever lived. Regulus Black who became a rebel. Regulus Black who ordered Kreacher to safety even as he was dragged beneath the water.
Regulus Black who died without his brother ever knowing what he had done. Regulus Black who died without anyone knowing about his sacrifice. (And can you imagine his mother? Waiting for him to come home, only he never does? Her son never comes home.)
Regulus Black who redeemed himself. Regulus Black who was only 18 years old.
Why would you like anyone else when you could like Regulus Black?
"is this simply a game for a rich young boy to play" "enjolras u could literally buy me"
When you see it…
it took three passes of this across my dash until I got it and want to throw my macbook out the fucking window
This is exactly the kind of thing Harry Dresden would do.
Hahaha, oh, man, Enjolras is a lot of things, but subtle? Bless his passionate little soul, isn’t one of them.
I think there would be a lot of heavy breathing, staring and snapping for small things.
Jehan would try to advise him to just be honest and allow himself to experience that feeling in all of its complex beauty, once the staring becomes too obvious. But since it’d mostly involve quoting obscure goth literature and metaphors involve life and death, it’s understandable why that completely went over his head.
Joly and Bossuet would try to be subtle in their encouragement, implying very heavily that Grantaire felt the same way so maybe he should go for it, but for some reason, all Enjolras got from that conversation was that maybe Bossuet had a crush on Grantaire too? What the fuck.
Combeferre wisely stays out of it. The same can’t be said about Courfeyrac, who loses his temper one day and says through gritted teeth, “The only person who doesn’t know you’re crazy about him is the guy himself, probably because he’s so fucking oblivious which makes you both idiots perfect for each other, so for the love of god, go talk to him.”
He does exactly that a few days later and is surprised - and maybe feels a little guilty - to find out that Grantaire had always interpreted his awkwardness for hostility.
"You can be scary,” Marius comments quietly when he overhears Enjolras telling Courfeyrac all about it, later that night.
#this is just such a fucking sassy remark like#it sounds like something my mother would say to my spoiled sister#i never really stopped to think about it before but damn steve#it’s almost childish you are being a chiLD (via marvelobsessions)
That’s why I love it so much though. Because it’s so, so easy to forget this — SHIELD constantly forgets this — but Steve *is* a child. He was twenty-six years old and terrified when he died. And to him, that was maybe ten days ago. Just — ten days ago, he died. Eleven days ago, he watched his best friend and protector fall to his death in a clusterfuck he will always believe was his fault. Ten days ago, he died while the listening to Peggy cry on the other end of a static-filled radio. Ten days ago, he was still in 1945. He was supposed to leave it; it wasn’t supposed to leave him. And he woke up, and everyone he loved was gone, and now he’s confronted with an agency that’s lying to him about everything and he’s just found in their storage facility the exact weapon that killed the person he loved most and he’s arguing with a man who looks far too much like someone he called a friend, who he knows now is dead, who died violently in a car crash, and he doesn’t know Tony well enough to know this is how he deals with fear, so to him, this is just…someone with money, with all the privilege and padding he and Bucky never had, who would never have to go to war if he didn’t want to, making light of a situation way too close to Steve’s chest.
Steve was being prickly as hell through most of this movie, but he was bleeding out and in pain and had no one to bleed on. The comment he makes to Tony, about knowing guys with none of that worth ten of him? Imagine all of the people he was thinking about then. All of the people he knew he’d never see again; who he wished he wasn’t standing there to never see again. Trying to organize a time bomb and remembering the Commandos. Trying to co-lead with a man he doesn’t yet understand, and remembering Bucky. Trying so hard not to keep seeing him fall. Being expected to be above all of those messy human emotions, because he’s Captain America, and while he was asleep that name became a legend so much bigger than any real, living person could be.
He’s only twenty-six.
I just made myself sad.