today in choir the starting note for sopranos at was the first note of black parade and every single time the pianist pressed it my head along with like three other people shot up it’s like this is some weirdass emo programming and we’re doomed to black eyeliner hell



your life hasn’t been completed until you see giraffes fighting 


you’re welcome

i thought they were partying


no but what is this


yeah good grades are cool and all but have you ever had a good night sleep




what if they never find korra

and they never hear from her again

and she goes missing for years

and then suddenly

a little earthbending kid discovers they can bend all four elements




Some things that should be acceptable by now:

  • Girls having sleepovers with boys.
  • Female nipples showing.
  • Marriage equality and equality in general.
  • Doing what you want with your body.
  • Wearing what you want,
  • Kinder eggs in America.

For a second I thought you meant eggs should be nicer to people


It bothers me that the intelligence of animals is measured by how willing they are to obey the commands of a human.

same goes for students at schools

I just realized how fucked up that is wow. 

Ning Zetao, the gold champion of the 2014 Asian Games,

50 m Freestyle
100 m Freestyle
4x100 m Freestyle relay
4x100 m Medley relay






High school musical 

Avengers and 6?


"Three dollars says he falls," says Bucky.

The room goes deadly silent as they all whip their heads around to stare at him.  In the gym, Steve’s walking across a tightrope - Tony thinks Clint started it - someone’s strung across the area, arms spread to keep his balance, slowly making his way over.  Natasha had made it, and Clint, and now Steve was making his try.

And the thing that’s shocking isn’t so much that the betting has started, it’s more that Bucky’s the one to get it going.  That Bucky’s talked at all.  Tony knows, objectively, that Bucky talks to people.  He’s seen him, from a distance, keeping a conversation running with Steve, Natasha, or Sam.  It’s just - he doesn’t speak to anyone outside of those three.  Ever.

"…Did you just talk?" Clint asks.  "I didn’t hallucinate that, right?"

Bucky crosses his arms.

"And more importantly,  three dollars?  What is this, kindergarten?" Tony asks.

Bucky shrugs with one shoulder, still looking very uncomfortable with all the attention narrowed on him.  ”It’s all I have in my pocket,” he says, holding up the bills.

It’s Clint who throws three more down on the table.  ”Alright, I’ll take that,” he says.  After a moment, the other three all add their own to the pile.

"Great," says Bucky.  Then, he clears his throat, and says, louder than Tony thinks he’s ever heard him speak, "Hey, Steve, remember that time in Paris when the prostitute kneed Monty in the balls?"

There’s a strangled sort of snorting sound and a very, very heavy thud as Steve hits the floor.

"Interference!" Tony says.  "Foul play, doesn’t count."

"Shoulda specified," says Bucky.  He picks up the money and walks out without another word.