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|| At first, it was multi-attack || Too much, now that I'm thinking back… ||
But my head has stopped spinning ||
The Avengers are winning ||
Though I won’t stop posting much crack ||

Councilman Sokka & Lord Zuko + ‘Combustion Man’



If there’s one thing I’ve learned from reading fanfiction, it’s that clear communication will save you at least three chapters of angst.


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Part 2 of Avengers Sitcom episode “word puzzles with a restless narcissist”, also known as “we’re gonna need an intervention” (/almost sorry)


I went to this book store and their books were wrapped up in paper with small descriptions so no one would “judge a book by its cover”
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You see, he was her beginning, and she was his end. And it continued on and on. After all, she promised him forever.


Specific Rim

It’s just two and a half hours of newt correcting people on kaiju facts


seriously every line of this movie is gold



A Harry Potter AU where everything’s exactly the same, except the house elves look like Lord of the Rings elves and Dobby’s, like, played by Orlando Bloom. But they’re still not allowed to have clothes

orlando bloom hitting himself in the face with a lamp




This makes me so sad

My headcanon for the MCU-verse is the Frigga always wanted more children, but they only ever had Thor. Frigga smiled and pretended all was well, but there was always a secret longing for a child who was more like her. As much as she loved Thor, he was very much his father’s son and the golden child. He had no patience for magic and tricks.

And then her husband comes back from war with this infant, a child who could be a hostage against the Jotun, who could one day be useful, an ally on the throne of Jotunheim. But Frigga doesn’t see that. She sees a frightened baby, and takes him from Odin, and cradles him as if he’s her own, and the baby’s cries soften.

"He is a Jotun. You cannot forget that," Odin said, over and over, but Frigga only smiled and said, "No. He is my son."

Sure, I didn’t need those feels

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