,,CUMBERBAAAATCH’’
,, … hello. Someone’s saying my name.’’
,,CUMBERBAAAAAAAAAAAATCH’’
,,Yaaaah, that’s my name, that’s my name.’’
,,You are the best! You are the BEST’’
,,Hahaha, Mr. Stark-o. Thank you’’
,,YOU ARE THE BEST!’’
,,Thank you very much - that’s Robert Downey Junior, ladies and gentlemen. Yeah, umm, no, thank you very much…. oh Robbie he’s so silly now..’’
Ummmm like… This is even before IW and I just found it… IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL!! T_T <3
Of course this video isn’t mine, it belongs to it’s rightful owner, source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4Bj7Ca-6MY
Me
My parents aren’t home
You know what that means
*sits in the living room instead of sealing myself away in my room*
I need more omg so good
[ NAME: STEPHEN ] Detroit: Become Human AU
Tony sighs and covers his eyes for a moment. He wants to go to bed and continue his work tomorrow, but it seems like something holding him back and this is not any kind of deadline. To be honest, the question of time doesn’t bother Tony Stark at all, because he has no limitations in this. Especially, when the world’s leading android manufacturer and retailer appeals for advice and assistance in the development of their new models. Tony looks up into the corner of his studio, where one of their machines sits. The male android whom the CyberLife sent to Stark for the analysis of all his biocomponents and for the check of his hands motility. As the representative of the company explained to Jarvis, this is a new model unique in its kind, but not as perfect as they want it to be. At first, Stark didn’t want to take this work, but literally the day before yesterday he had changed his mind. Engage in the development and an assembly of androids is fascinating, through. This android came to Stark’s tower last morning and didn’t cause Tony any admiring feelings. He looks like any ordinary robot that the CyberLife creats. At first he was not very talkative and Tony was sure that he would also have to reactivate his voice module, until he heard a polite reproach to his phrase. Tony was looking at the files that the android sent over the network to Jarvis with his own data, technical charts and a list of exploitative brief. Tony rubbed his cheek with his hand, indignant that the CyberLife had somehow overlooked to give their android the model name and number in the documents. “Since I will be the first model in this line, the developers have deemed it necessary to leave only the serial number. If, to you, Mr. Stark, it’s not so convenient to pronounce all the eleven-digit code, then, I believe, you can choose a shorter name for me.” Confused for a moment from such an answer, and the answer in principle, Tony then only turned away, slightly smiling. He decides to think about the name for this android later.
That dog is fed up
Wow this article came out swinging
Every single odd number has an “e” in it.
“’Slut’ is attacking women for their right to say yes. ‘Friend Zone’ is attacking women for their right to say no.”
— And “bitch” is attacking women for their right to call you on it. (via radolescence)
Asexual Awareness Week is here!! Time to celebrate each and every one of you wonderful aces <3 Thank you for being you! Enjoy!!
Pedophilia is bad should not be a radical statement.
When gay marriage was legalized, we weren’t sure if or when it was going to be struck down so speed was of the essence.
So pretty
death doesn’t understand why none of her friends like her anymore.
one day, she notices life staring at her from across the table but never looks her in the eyes. she thinks something is there, but they never touch.
but life gives her presents.
tiny little things. fragile creatures. she sends them to death, and they take a while to get to her. (sometimes they only take a few moments though. for some reason, this makes death sad.)
life sends death beautiful creatures, painted black and ivory and golden and purple. and death cries out of bittersweet joy, because when life’s gifts reach death, they’re gone. (she wonders if it’s a blessing or a curse that every creature befalls the same fate.)
death learns to wait patiently for each new thing life sends her way.
sometimes life giggles and death catches herself blushing. she wants to get closer to life, but she knows what will happen if she does.
for millennia, life and death play a game of cat and mouse. life sends death beautifully wrapped presents and once death receives them, she places them in gorgeous boxes and gently lowers them into the ground, always leaving a single rose on top.
nothing changed about their exchange for millions of years.
until you came along.
and suddenly, everything was different.