Ok But Seriously, The Most Heinous Crime Committed By Thanos Was Ruining Everybody’s Friday.

Omg I’m crying

they all share one single brain cell (insp.) + bonus

At Target this lady told her son he couldn’t have a Wonder Woman doll because “that’s for girls” and then bought her daughter the same one. It got me thinking about how often I see people bar young boys from appreciating girls/women as protagonists and heroes, and my own experience with it as a kid.

Logical Brain: Peter Parker dying in infinity war was just for shock-value, he is already set and confirmed for a sequel and is obviously going to be the face of marvel phase four, so the chance his death is permanent is literally less than 1%-

Peter Parker Stanning Brain: B-bguff EbPETER NO IM GIUHONG TO SET MYSELF OBN F IRE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE LITERALLY FFIDND ME THANOS’ BODY I WILL KKILL THEAT FFFUCK MYSEFL-

Jc so many beautiful faces ! This post keeps getting better and better !

Some Self-Love Promo

It’s really really really hard to love yourself. This I know like the back of my hand. But I’d love to get people to love themselves a bit more. So I’mma start.

AYo wassup this is me and you know what??? I’m proud AF about who I am. I’m Hawaiian, Samoan, Mexican, and (this I just found out) Chinese! That’s a hella mixture man! For the longest time, I’ve been sensitive/ashamed of my round face but yknow what. It makes me look cute af and helps my hair stand out. My eyebrows are bushy—but the arch game is POPPIN!! I have no cheekbones yeah but that’s helped my makeup game a lot because now i know how to contour, highlight, etc. I’m pansexual and I know I’m capable of love and someone loving me, I’ve had both girlfriends and boyfriends, I got this. I’ve learned from my mistakes and I don’t allow myself to be in a toxic relationship with a parent/friend/sweetheart because I know I deserve better than that. My highest GPA has been a 4.7 so yeah, imma get into college. I got scholarships so you betcho ass that I know I’m smart enough to make it in this world. I know these things and it’s hard to admit because I feel conceited or that I’m boasting but this is me! And I’m proud to be me.

I love you guys a whole lot and I want you all to know that you’re beautiful/gorgeous/handsome just the way that you are. You’re unique so be proud of it! You are so worthy and so amazing, I can’t even put words to it. You can get into a relationship, you can pass that test, you can do whatever you put your mind to! You’re smart, you’re so very special, you’re talented, you’re a piece of art that should and will be admired by everyone (including me bitch tf). Try to say something a little positive about yourself everyday, it goes a long way I promise!

I love you all so much. Self love is so very important! You got this!!! I believe in you babes!! 💖💖💖

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

👆👌👏 preach

FIRST OFF, this isn’t an essay or anything. Like, I am very annoyed by all the stuff I keep seeing in the tags and the fandom’s version of events as a whole; but at the end of the day it’s just fiction so I’m not about to type up a full dissertation and MLA format it just to rant about marvel. So, this is going to be stream of consciousness-ish; bare with me and strap in. At the end of the day, we’re all entitled to our opinion, even if we don’t agree. I guess I’ll go potentially order my coffin now.

Afficher davantage

Preach preach preach !

i’m so tired of people saying that starmora is a “forced” ship, that they “don’t have chemistry,” or that “peter loves gamora more than she loves him,” yada yada yada. those are just terrible takes, and objectively not true.

gamora is a quieter person – who loves more quietly – but that doesn’t mean her love is any less profound, deep, or intense; she is, in fact, a person who loves very deeply who has, prior to canon: 1) had to witness the murders of her entirely family, and 2) spent the majority of her life in a kill-or-be-killed situation where showing any kind of vulnerability could literally get her killed. she’s dealing with the significant ramifications of past trauma and abuse, she’s had to conduct herself in a certain way to literally survive, and there’s an understandable fear at the back of her mind that if she allows herself to get close to and be vulnerable with people, she will lose them.

gamora has loved peter very deeply since not that long after they met, and indications of that were all over vol 2. she remembers things that he tells her, responds to his vulnerability with “i love that story,” has soft facial expressions and body language in his presence, is very visibly distressed at the moment when she thinks he died, and was, like, willing to take on a fucking planet because she refused to leave without him. this movie depicted a woman who was abundantly clearly in love with her best friend, even if it took her some time to consciously come to the realization of it because of the aforementioned reasons (ramifications of past trauma and abuse, etc).

she’s not the type of person to shout her love or anything else from the rooftops, because that’s not her personality, but that doesn’t mean she loves any less.

so, like… people can miss me with this bs.

↖ This blog loves Tony Stark 3000

HOW CAN SOMEONE NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON HOSEOK

So pretty

death doesn’t understand why none of her friends like her anymore.

one day, she notices life staring at her from across the table but never looks her in the eyes. she thinks something is there, but they never touch.

but life gives her presents.

tiny little things. fragile creatures. she sends them to death, and they take a while to get to her. (sometimes they only take a few moments though. for some reason, this makes death sad.)

life sends death beautiful creatures, painted black and ivory and golden and purple. and death cries out of bittersweet joy, because when life’s gifts reach death, they’re gone. (she wonders if it’s a blessing or a curse that every creature befalls the same fate.)

death learns to wait patiently for each new thing life sends her way.

sometimes life giggles and death catches herself blushing. she wants to get closer to life, but she knows what will happen if she does.

for millennia, life and death play a game of cat and mouse. life sends death beautifully wrapped presents and once death receives them, she places them in gorgeous boxes and gently lowers them into the ground, always leaving a single rose on top.

nothing changed about their exchange for millions of years.

until you came along.

and suddenly, everything was different.