U Ever Get No Sleep And The Next Day Ur Body Functions Like The Tumblr App

i dont get offended at white people jokes even though im white because: 

i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live 

most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person 

im not a pissbaby

I need Tony-friendly people on my dash.

I’m about to flip shit

Please reblog if you love Tony Stark and will protect him with all your might pls and thank

(I’ll check you out and follow if you post a lot of Marvel and Tony love)

This was a wild ride.

me starting a conversation about Loki.

Imagine Tony dying by the hands of his enemy, and just weakly whispering “I’m finally getting what I deserve”

THIS ISNT EVEN FAIR

Happy birthday Thomas Brodie Sangster🎂 진짜 너무 사랑해 ㅜㅜ 28살 된 거 너무 축하하고 ㅜ 그냥 동시대에 살고 있다는 것 만으로도 너무 행복하고 감사하다 ㅜㅠ 항상 사랑하고 행복했으면 좋겠다 ♥️

have decided to sell out my dreams!

for the bargain price $4.20 you can purchase the Clown Dream I had last night!

Of kittens...

Agent Carter fandom. For @laylainalaska. “You know you’ve got a cat sitting on your chest, right?” Daniel said.

Jack lifted his matted blond head up to glare at him, and wrapped the thick blanket tighter around himself. He did not remove the cat.

It stayed curled into a soft ball of grey fuzz, tucked somewhere between Jack’s shoulder and his ear, its pink nose barely visible, and one tiny paw hanging loosely on his chest. It was purring.

Jack on the other hand looked drenched from foot to toe. Thus the blanket, which he clutched to himself as he sat at the rear of a van.

“He rescued it,” Samberly offered gamely from inside the van, where he was crouched over some complicated-looking machinery.

Jack slowly turned to glare at Samberly.

“Shutting up now.” The other man put his nose down into his work.

Daniel pressed his lips together and composed his face, so that by the time Jack turned back around he was no longer in danger of cracking up with laughter.

“So it seems like you’re gonna live?” he said after he got his voice under control under the heated glare from Jack’s grey eyes.

“I fell in a river, I didn’t drown, therefore yes, I think I’ll live.” His tone dripped with sarcasm.

“Good,” Daniel said. “I’ve got relief efforts to supervise….” he trailed off.

The kitten made an aborted wriggle on Jack’s shoulder and he set his palm against its back to keep it from falling. His palm was large enough to cover the entire animal, which let out a pitiful meow as it settled more firmly against the warm human.

Daniel observed this impassively. Jack’s glare, if possible, burned hotter.

Daniel coughed to clear his throat. “Peggy’s in the thick of it. Yes, I’d better go find her now.” He swirled around and strode quickly away.

“Don’t even think about telling Carter!” Jack shouted in his wake.

Daniel pretended not to hear him.

“Jack Thompson, the kitten-rescuer,” Daniel said softly to himself once he was out of ear-shot, and shook his head. “Now I’ve seen everything.”

Fun Fact

it only takes 8 large carrots to consume before the edges of your mouth and palms turn orange

my English prof teaching abt cover letters today and me trying not to bring up the luke skywalker cover letter post: