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airyairyquitecontrary:

bakafox:

legobattlefield:

brandxspandex:

How many people’s fantasies did Deadpool just live out?

nickfil on Reddit: “Fun fact: I’m the colorist for that story and originally made him a gryffindor. We went back and forth on a couple rounds of corrections and the editors insisted hufflepuff. That isn’t a casual joke. That’s deliberate deadpool cannon.”

I… cannot get over my delight that Deadpool is a Hufflepuff.

Canonically.

this is the type of thing I like comic book creators to spend a lot of time thinking about, not whether characters wear underpants

gaylor-moon:

sunshinedaisieswindmills:

fragilecrushed:

after-crisis:

lumos-vs-nox:

The problem with suicidal thoughts is that they’re not just there when your sad. You’ll be there, chillin, reading a book or talking to a friend and you’ll think ‘This is nice. But do you know what would be better? Death.’

@lumos-vs-nox   This is referred to as “mild suicidal ideation“ or the desire for suicide without substantial action behind it. It often happens when someone deals with prolonged mental health issues and suicidality at a young age. When you’re young, we go through a period where our neural pathways completely rearrange- the things that happen to us at that time will influence these changes. In a way, suicidal ideation becomes an ingrained coping mechanism. A sort of “well at least suicide is always there for me”. Your brain is part-muscle, it remembers things, it learns, it’s super great at adapting, this is just a reflex. It doesn’t mean you are weak, it doesn’t mean you aren’t in recovery.

thank you for posting this, you turned a feeling many people have into words!

this is what healthy people don’t get

this is so important SO IMPORTANT

and i didn’t know this until right now and it like changed my whole outlook on my illness and recovery 

Oh my god

marvelous-freeman:

fieldbears:

redvinesgiraffe:

democracykills:

swaggersbackto-theimpala:

I JUST REALIZED WE DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT DINOSAURS SOUND LIKE! THEY COULD’VE BEEN SPEAKING FLUENT GERMAN FOR ALL WE KNOW

it’s too early for this late night tumblr shit

GUTEN MORGEN HERR PTERODACTYL

WIE GEHTS FRAU MASTADON

Oh my god neither of those are dinosaurs and there’s 145 million years separating them both, this post is a palaeontological disaster.

tyrannosaurus-trainwreck:

bayoread:

lilislovesongs:

enjoralls:

i was talking to my american friend today and something occurred to me 

out of sociolinguistic interest, 1) where are you from? and 2) if someone from the same country as you started talking about ‘the war’ (without any context as to which), which war would you assume they meant?

Belgium

Either WWI or WWII, they fucked us up

England.

People are usually referring to WWII.

Rural South

The War of Northern Aggression

…or, as my father heard it called in Richmond in the 60s, the “recent unpleasantness.”

as for me: Northern VA, and since i have military friends i’d usually default to somewhere in the Middle East.

Imagine Bucky goes to the bank, only for a gang to bust in and try to rob it. (“This was meant to be my day off. Come on!” Bucky thinks, as he systematically wipes the floor with them.)

imaginebucky:

“Clown masks? Are you serious right now?” The man on the floor makes a pained sound and wriggles ineffectually; Bucky is almost inclined to laugh at him. He’s not going anywhere, not tied as he is in the line ropes, and certainly not with Bucky’s boot pinning him to the tile.

Bucky’s a lot heavier than he looks. It’s useful.

“I mean, first of all, robbing a bank. Who even does that? That’s – that’s serious movie shit, pal,” Bucky continues. “Or comics. Not ‘Tuesday morning in DC’. I am really very, very annoyed with you; I had plans.” He deigns to cast a glance down. The man’s mask has shifted just enough that Bucky can see him roll his eyes – which, seriously, bank robbers do not get to be snotty – so he presses down just a little harder, and his captive lets out a squeak. His two accomplices are silent; unconscious (those brass stanchions really pack a wallop) and helpfully wrapped in duct tape by one intrepid construction worker who had been conveniently in line waiting to cash their paycheck.

It’s so nice to see people engaging in their civic duties. 

“Hey, so, I’m going to miss my lunch date because of this doofus,” Bucky says, looking up and addressing the small crowd of bank patrons. They’ve formed a loose semicircle in the lobby, tellers and patrons having crept out from under their desks and behind the counter to watch the show with wide eyes. “But I sort of broke my phone on his guy’s nose. Can I borrow one real quick?”

15 are offered at once.