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Okay, internet. Ready, set, GO.
My life would not be complete without fanfiction. Writing, reading, you name it.
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Just watched the Avengers yesterday, so I thought I’d draw something c:
So cute!
(via sailaweigh)
“Lion Cub Gives Us His Best Roar”
Did I reblog this already? I may have. … I regret nothing.
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#Did he just RP with someone because I think he’s just become my most favourite celebrity ever.
hiddles is dabes
this is why hiddles is the greatest thing ever
(via starkniss)
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“Looking at Tony and Bruce’s outfits at the end of the movie, I’m just gonna put this out there: Bruce is wearing Tony’s clothes. They’re about the same size and build, Bruce’ outfit is way snazzier than his usual style, and we already know that Tony practically asked Bruce to move in with him the day they met. Tony loaned him an outfit from his no-doubt gargantuan Stark closet because they’re Science Bros now, plus Bruce’s only other clothes were reduced to a pair of torn short-shorts when he Hulked out. Also, Tony knows that this is Bruce’s first (positive) interaction with the press, and if there’s anything Tony Stark’s good at, it’s putting on a show.”
(Source: iwantcupcakes, via youareillogical)
Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold, read by Tom Hiddleston
The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand;
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the A gaean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
(Source: lazyocean, via sailaweigh)
