Peter, Looking At Red Hood And Deadpool: I Attract A Type.

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

in of body experience

a little-known birth control method is tracking down and starting a fight with that twitter user who casts the “may your womb be barren” spells on everyone she dislikes

Roy, holding a box of fruit loops: I may be blind, but even I can see why kids love the taste of Cinnamon toast crunch.

ao3 turns 15 today

reblog if youre older than ao3

(there's a lot of people asking about this, but the legal age to use social media is 13, except in few countries. so yes, there are people here under 15)

This was basically the last episode of Soul Eater… 

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!! AHH AHHHHHH !!!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHH !!!!!! AHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !! AAAAAHHHH AAAAAAAAAHHHHH !! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!! AHHH !! AHHHHHH !!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHH !!!!! AAAAAAH !!!!AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!! !! AHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!! AAAAAHHHH AAAAAAAAHHHHH AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH !!!

okay, fuck it, i seem to have headcanon for “Old Iron”

Obviously, the inspector is a badass adrenaline junkie who instantly and quite matter-of-factly decided to go lasso a runaway locomotive… but I’m imagining him running up to a bunch of crewmembers on their break and asking who would volunteer their engine and their own fragile, fleshy limbs to join him. 

And every man just blanches in disbelief, because no one signed on for such Indiana Jones bullshit. This is circa 1960, not 1860, and they plan on drawing their pensions, y’know? 

(This is one of my headcanons that works even better with non-sentient engines. Because there might be an impulse to risk one’s life to save a sentient being, although honestly even in the actual canon it’s James, one of the most unpleasant jerks around, so I think the inspector still wasn’t beating off volunteers with a stick.)

However, even before the inspector can hector them and shout that there is not a second to lose, ol’ Charlie Sand speaks up with preternatural calm: “Yeah, we’ll do it. Come along, Sid.” 

Everyone else (sans inspector): !!??!? 

And Sand spares a moment to turn back around. He is normally a sociable and easygoing kind of fellow, and no one was prepared for the dark quality to his smile. “I’ve heard what they’ve been saying about my engine. I’ll be goddamned if I lose this chance.” 

tom blyth thirst posts get of my dash challenge