Mattlindel - Babayaga

“Men Like Us,” New York Times Style Magazine. Shot by John Edmonds, styled by Carlos Nazario.

buying peaches is so stressful because you have to consume them so quickly…it’s like the moment the cashier types in that number the alpha peach turns to its brothers in the bags and says “alright listen up boys, it’s time to remember your training. i want to see immense bruising by sundown. i want to see you near inedible by sunrise. remember it is better to die a free man than to be eaten.” you gotta wolf down all of your peaches at the check out counter while the trader joe’s employees eagerly look at the Peach Consumption Countdown Clock and cheer you on. these peaches have sensors on them that can tell when they come into contact with human hands so they can begin their self-destruct sequence like you’re in a spy movie and the peach just relayed a message to you about the whereabouts of jimmy hoffa’s decayed remains

how to draw arms ? ? 

thor ragnarok fight scene but holding out for a hero is playing

reblog to be gay

you cant be gay until youve reblogged this post

I need all the post-Civil War fics with Steve and the others realizing just how much Tony did for them.

I want them realizing that he was a major part of their lives/team and that they never really appreciated all he did before hand.

I want them realizing the magnitude of the shit they left him to deal with essentially alone.

I wan the team coming back together and them all thinking everything’s great yet things are really really different it just takes them a while to realize it.

I want Tony feral with hurt and them to take a bit to notice, really notice the difference between being in Tony’s life/orbit and being someone he trusts.

Because he doesn’t trust them anymore and it fucking shows.

(I would also love either a Stony/Winteriron/Stuckony slant on all of the things above)

story time: i taught my little cousin her first longer word when she was very young. i taught her to say “tax benefits”. and to this day my aunt still doesn’t know where she got it from, but it was a hilarious sight to see a little toddler waddling around the house, wearing a big diaper, all the while yelling “TAX BENEFITS!!!!”

Me, in tears, halfway through writing a 300 word essay: I can’t do this anymore

Person on A03 who’s writing for fun:

It’s like watching a car repeatedly drive straight into a wall. It’s unexplainable, it looks like it hurts a lot, but ultimately it ends up being darkly, ironically funny.

these are some old glassdoor reviews about tumblr from a long while ago. these problems were lonnnnnnnnnng coming.