“That’s your otp”?
“They’re just friends”
“That’s your otp”?
“But they hate each other.”
“That’s your otp?”
“But they’re not gay.”
"That’s your otp?"
"But they are like 2 feet apart in height."
"That’s your otp?"
"But one of them is dead."
I like how everyone seems like they’re dead tired and Thor’s just there going
'om nom nom this is a shawarma nom nom nom'
Notice how Clint and Natasha seemed to have appropriated half of each others’ chairs.
and I think Tony is just realizing that he literally died and was scared back to life by the man to his left
and steve, being the senior citizen, is simply nodding off
Also, the dude behind the counter just nonchalantly making shawarma for the goddamn Avengers like they come in every day.
#meanwhile loki is outside tied to the bike rack with mjolnir on his chest
I’ve reblogged this about five times already and I dont plan on stopping
Me: “Hello, welcome to [coffee shop]. How may I help you?”
Young Girl: “I’ll take five of the largest black coffees you have, and ten of your ham and cheese sandwiches.”
Me: “Okay, will that be all?”
Young Girl: “Yeah.”
Me: “Your total is [price].”
(To my surprise, she pulls out a $100 bill. I am suspicious, and I check to make sure it’s real. It checks out, and I give her a bag with her sandwiches.)
Me: “Here is your change. Your coffee will be ready in a moment.”
(I keep an eye on her as she stands around glaring at anyone who looks at her. I see her looking at the tip jar. When I hand her the coffees, she asks me about it.)
Young Girl: “Your tip jar says that the money goes to you guys. Are any of you in college?”
Me: “Yes, I’m going to Rochester Institute of Technology. A few others are in college as well.”
Young Girl: “Good for you.”
(She pulls out the change I gave her and a few more $20 dollar bills. She crams then in the jar and salutes me jokingly before walking out. I am stunned, and chase after her. I find her on the street corner talking to some homeless people and handing out the sandwiches and coffee.)
Me: “Excuse me!”
Young Girl: “I’m sorry, did I forget something?”
Me: “No, but you just tipped us over $100 dollars. You’re also giving away a lot of food.”
Young Girl: “Yeah, my dad is crazy rich. I feel like I can do more if I actually interact with people instead of signing a check to a charity. Every Friday I gather anyone I see who needs a good meal, and buy it for them.” *she smiles brightly* “I may be young, but I can make a difference. I usually hand out flyers for homeless shelters or soup kitchens, too.”
(Without another word, she walks off silently. I didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the week. It goes to show you that appearances aren’t everything!)
Women wear heels now so we don’t have to step in the blood of our enemies
Reblogging for that comment
Please reblog if you wouldn’t act differently around a friend if they came out as bisexual, gay, lesbian, asexual, or admitted to being trans.
I casually mentioned my tumblr in class a last week and this really popular girl who kinda disses on me a lot was like “Oh yeah, tumblr! I’m super famous on there, I have like 100 followers, It’s so hard to get them on Tumblr I bet you don’t even have that many.”
"One thousand one hundred and eighty."
"I have one thousand one hundred and eighty followers on tumblr."
DOGS ARE SUCH GLORIOUS CREATURES.
I love dogs so much oh my god
Reasons not to go outside:
- Poison ivy
- Quick sand
- The plague
- Large bugs
- Men with pointy teeth
- I’ll say no more. I’ll just upset you.
I think Emma Blackery is a terrible, terrible singer. Her music is poor too. I don’t understand why she even has a fanbase.
Probably because I spend my time making people happy instead of sitting at a computer submitting bitchy things to a Tumblr blog, but there you go.
STOP RIGHT THERE - TUMBLR POLICE
m’am do you have any idea how fast you were reblogging
WE SAID STOP RIGHT THERE