Meanderings
frantzfandom:

art-is-the-word:

hollowvish:

The #Marvel movie licensing situation may be confusing, but this infographic lays things out in a clear and concise manner

Yes

how does universal STILL own namorwhy the fuck would anyone buy man-thing

My favorite thing about this chart is Stan Lee off to one side owned by, presumably, himself.

frantzfandom:

art-is-the-word:

hollowvish:

The #Marvel movie licensing situation may be confusing, but this infographic lays things out in a clear and concise manner

Yes

how does universal STILL own namor

why the fuck would anyone buy man-thing

My favorite thing about this chart is Stan Lee off to one side owned by, presumably, himself.

seanmonster:

mechinaries:

i imagine both steve and bucky like to come up with different ways to poke fun at sam every time they pass him during jogging

because they are shitheads

(the first one is a print you can get here)

He needs his wings back, so he can buzz their heads in a flyby.

I didn’t know I wanted a Three’s Company type show with these guys until just now.  :D

inscarletsilence:

"The moon landing?" Sam asks, frowning. "How long you been in the future, you haven’t seen the moon landing yet?"

"Well, I saw it," Steve says, between bites, "and it was amazing! But then a guy at the park told me that it was actually faked, so I wrote it down so I could go look into it."

"Okay, first of all, don’t take historical information from guys you meet in the park, what’s wrong with you?"

"I met you in a park," Steve replies mildly.

gyzym:

hill-hill-hill:

Thank you, Sam.

( Seriously, I want a Cap belly warmer. )

SCREAMING. PLEASE.

Steve shows up to an Avengers meeting in August wearing a red white and blue scarf that hangs down nearly to his knees, with little pieces of yarn sticking out anywhere there’s a color change. When Tony stares, Steve shrugs. “Bucky hasn’t figured out how to weave in ends yet,” he says, toying with one of the errant pieces. “Pretty good though, right?” 

Tony says nothing. Tony’s not sure there’s anything to say, except, maybe, that knitting needles sound pretty fucking dangerous in the hands of the Winter Soldier. 

In September, Natasha pulls her tablet out of a black knit pouch with red edging; in October, Sam’s wearing a pair of thick grey fingerless gloves, little black wings adorning the tops. Clint comes home one day November wearing deep purple arm warmers, and a few days later Bruce walks by wearing the exact same ones in green. By December, Thor’s storing Mjolnir in a little silver knitted sack, and when Steve and Bucky show up for the Christmas party in matching handmade sweaters, holding hands and generally looking much more like something out of an adorable Hallmark commercial than Tony would’ve guessed upon meeting Barnes six months ago, he has to admit it: he’s hurt. 

"I am not hurt," he hisses at Pepper, when she finds him sulking. "I am — confused. And! Cold! If Barnes is going to knit things for the entire team then, I mean, whatever, I don’t care. I’m just saying, it’s not exactly fair, is it? Everyone getting something and me—” 

"Tony," Pepper interrupts, giving him her gentlest exasperated eyeroll, "Bucky left something for us in the foyer." 

It’s a blanket, as it turns out, red and gold striped. Pepper wraps around her shoulders immediately and refuses to give it back, even when Tony tugs her into a kiss and tries to use the distraction to steal it off her. It looks awesome, though, and it feels pretty damn comfortable for the, like, eight seconds Tony gets his hands on it before Pepper sails away, still wearing it around her shoulders. Huh.

Tony sidles up to Steve at the next Avengers meeting. “Hey,” Tony says, “you were right: your boy’s pretty good with a needle. You think he could make a hat that says ‘War Machine Rox,’ spelled with an X? I need a good birthday present for Rhodey.”

Steve beams at him. 

I love cute Bucky headcanons.

bblackwidow:

bblackwidow:

how did steve and nat walk around that mall with just a hoodie and not get recognized i mean if i was in that mall i would have been like “do you smell that? i smell freedom. i smell steve rogers”

[eagle screeches in the background]

It was the Clark Kent effect - Steve was wearing dorky glasses and thus unrecognizable.  :)

overnight-shipping:

camerapits:

noobtheloser:

quotes-n-hoes:

This is an ancient Roman amulet for luck. Yes those are flying penises.

Also of note, the Roman god of marriage, Mutunus Tutunus, whose name is derived from two Latin slang words for penis. His name is essentially Dick Wiener. If you have ever wondered just how much like us the Romans were, read the etymology section. 

Oh look.
It’s a flying fuck.
It used to be given, and now look, it’s no more.

LITERALLY. A FLYING FUCK.

Phalloi!

overnight-shipping:

camerapits:

noobtheloser:

quotes-n-hoes:

This is an ancient Roman amulet for luck. Yes those are flying penises.

Also of note, the Roman god of marriage, Mutunus Tutunus, whose name is derived from two Latin slang words for penis. His name is essentially Dick Wiener. If you have ever wondered just how much like us the Romans were, read the etymology section

Oh look.

It’s a flying fuck.

It used to be given, and now look, it’s no more.

LITERALLY. A FLYING FUCK.

Phalloi!

theappleppielifestyle:

ofgeography:

nobody does panic like chandler bing (source)

(i’m so sorry in advance but come on how could i NOT stevetony this)

So it’s breakfast in Avengers Tower, and everyone’s caught up in their own thing- Bruce is arguing halfheartedly with Tony about their latest potentially lethal science experiment, Natasha is sipping her tea with one of her feet over Clint’s lap, Thor is paying attention to no-one but his beloved cereal, and Steve is finishing up with his scrambled eggs.

Steve has to go into SHIELD, and he’s kind of rushed his way through breakfast, scarfing it down tiredly. He puts his dishes in the sink and says, “Okay, bye guys,” and gets several weary grunts in return.

He hasn’t had enough sleep, the coffee hasn’t hit his system yet, and he’s thinking about paperwork, so he’s on autopilot when he pads to Tony’s side, bends down and kisses him goodbye.

For a second it’s fine, it’s normal, they’ve kissed a hundred times over and Tony goes with it with a pleased hum before turning back to Bruce, who is staring, and then it hits him.

Steve is already freezing in place by the time Tony whirls around in his seat with almost comically wide eyes, and a glance around confirms that yes, everyone is indeed staring at them. Thor has his spoon halfway to his mouth, milk dripping back into the bowl as Steve’s brain goes into hyperdrive.

Steve thinks, shit, which he supposes is a sensible thing to think after you’ve just kissed the man who has been your secret boyfriend for the past three months.

Mostly out of the voice in his head chanting shitshitshit, he goes into parade rest.

Tony is still staring at him along with everyone else, and Steve has this moment of absurd calm through the panic as he straightens up. He’s fought Nazis. He’s decapitated vampires. He’s saved the world twelve times now.

Steve Rogers is a master tactician who, despite what people may think, can lie his way through things as good as the next guy. He can do this.

All eyes still on him, Steve bends again. “Bruce,” he says in the same tone he had said ‘bye’ before, and then kisses him full on the mouth, closing his eyes out of politeness. He thinks he hears a squeak from beside him, like Tony’s trying not to choke.

Steve doesn’t look at him lest he starts hyperventilating, and keeps a straight face that he usually associates with blind panic as he bends again to kiss Thor, who, unlike Bruce, actually kisses back. It’s okay, a bit too bristly for Steve’s taste.

"Good to have you back," Steve says as he pulls away.

Complete silence reigns as Steve makes his way around the table- “Clint,” another kiss to a face who obviously thinks this is a weird dream, and then Steve hesitates before saying, “Tasha,” and kissing her on the forehead, which he considers a very wise choice. The last thing he needs is to show up to work with three stab marks from where she shoved a knife into his hand.

"Always a pleasure," he intones before stepping back, nodding to them all, and leaving.

If it weren’t for his super hearing, he probably wouldn’t be able to hear Clint say, “Okay, what the FUCK,” when he makes it halfway down the hall.

I cannot count the number of ways I love this.

There are a lot of things I am meh about regarding this movie.  However, the cinematography wasn’t even something I’d considered and now I’m impressed by it.

knitmeapony:

jennifergearing:

instructables:

Fiber Optic Dress by Natalina

celria
OMG YOU NEED TO OWN THIS

….. I bet I could make that.

WANT!

destronomics:

dancys:

Would you rather… [x]

jackson thought this shit through.