Petition to erase nickelodeon’s film adaptation of A Series of Unfortunate Events from history and have Tim Burton recreate every single book into its own movie.
#i love this moment for some reason #she makes a quip but instead of responding in kind with a smartass reply like she expects steve gets mad #because that’s how it goes for them #she pokes at him and he indulges her and fires back #so that anger directed at her takes her by surprise #like the level of respect nat must have for steve because she’s sitting there beating herself up because he’s disappointed in her (via twistdmentality)
D: You really gonna go for a drink with me?
C: Yeah! Course I am, why wouldn’t I?
D: I just thought…
C: Thought what?
—Doctor Who, 8x02 - Into the Dalek
In which ~someone has a type.
i love how we have all collectively decided that it was a Clara clone that just happened to appear in Captain America
A girl after our own hearts.
you said it, bitch. we’re the guardians of the galaxy.
When shit got real with Ten, it got really, really real.
Rest in Peace Dr. Lance Sweets
Waist deep in thought because when I think of you I don’t feel so alone.
Perhaps the most ancient school still in operation, the Egyptian School for Young Sorcerers is a grand palace disguised to muggle eyes as an insurmountable sand dune that no one has ever had the audacity to climb. In the heart of the palace is a spacious courtyard with a kaleidoscope of blossoming flowers, meandering cats oblivious to their surroundings, and pools of glimmering aquamarine filled with a continual supply of water drawn through underground tunnels from the Nile for leisure use on days when the heat is unbearable. The school boasts a vast chamber of books and scrolls (a number of which were salvaged from the library of Alexandria), some dating as far back as the age of Hatshepsut. Students can often be found draped lazily over chairs and large cushions reading for hours on end. According to rumoured legend, there is a concealed room with hieroglyphics holding spells to prolonging life and communing with the gods, although its discovery remains nigh impossible as (unbeknownst to students) its location changes every day, and those who have had the luck of stumbling upon it by accident often find themselves with a sudden academic dilemma in great need of immediate resolution (although they never seem to remember what it was that sent them stumbling through their professor’s doors).