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I made a gif’d traditional study from the Cornell Lab of Ornithology’s unit on the anatomy of feathers using their remige example.

Tony killed 2014 Thanos. That timeline just no longer has to deal with him. That means infinity war and endgame can’t even happen there. So Tony didn’t just save his timeline but that one as well. Loki, Heimdall, vision, Natasha, and even Tony. They’re all alive in that timeline. Can you imagine? A timeline where almost everyone is alive and Thanos is already dead. And it’s all thanks to Tony. Our Tony died so everyone else in his timeline and almost everyone, including himself, in another timeline could live.

Poké Sweets Pins made by Natalie Wee

“I don’t need my sight to see through your bullshit.”

-Fu Hua

👻Ghost Boys 👻The Two Cinnamon rolls👻 IG 

Please, I am begging you, visit the official Captain Marvel website

Alex had a crush on Magnus first, it’s funny they fall in love at eachother without knowing their feelings, they deserve the world. 

Loki,on the verge of death: This is it…the end of the li–

Me: Do you remember me signing a permission slip for you to die? CAUSE I F-ING DON’T!

what’s up sea baby

You: You know, I believe there is someone for everyone in this world.

Loki, intrigued: Yeah? Even for me?

You: Mm-hmm. The person for you is a psychiatrist.

shit

“So. You are my gift.”

“I am, Your Grace.” The Lady murmured, head bowed. Her hands were chained in front of her, and she could see the dangling shadow of the key as the Queen let it swing loosely from her fingers.

“And you are okay with your Father giving you away like this?” The monarch’s voice was probing, questioning. The Lady shifted her weight, and bobbed her head.

“Where I come from, women are the property of men. Belonging first to their father, and then to their husband.”

It was the truth she was accustomed to. Her voice was as flat and unfeeling as iron, cold as a corpse. She resented the life she’d been born into - resented being nothing more than property. Hardly more than chattle.

Warm fingers gently tilted her chin up, and she found herself eye to eye with the Queen.

For as calm as her voice had been, her eyes reflected the opposite. Rage simmered beneath them - and yet the Lady felt no fear as she faced that anger.

“I am no man.” The Queen stated.

The Lady was quick to reply. “But in your Kingdom, women can hold property, can they not?”

“They can,” the Queen agreed, releasing her grip on the other. “But people are not property.”

“So what will you do with me?”

The movement was so quick that the Lady hardly registered it. Within the blink of an eye, her shackles were gone. She stared at the chains as they slid to the floor.

Her head whipped up in shock at the Queen’s voice.

“I will free you.”

“So. You are my gift.”

“I am, Your Grace.” The Lady murmured, head bowed. Her hands were chained in front of her, and she could see the dangling shadow of the key as the Queen let it swing loosely from her fingers.

“And you are okay with your Father giving you away like this?” The monarch’s voice was probing, questioning. The Lady shifted her weight, and bobbed her head.

“Where I come from, women are the property of men. Belonging first to their father, and then to their husband.”

It was the truth she was accustomed to. Her voice was as flat and unfeeling as iron, cold as a corpse. She resented the life she’d been born into - resented being nothing more than property. Hardly more than chattle.

Warm fingers gently tilted her chin up, and she found herself eye to eye with the Queen.

For as calm as her voice had been, her eyes reflected the opposite. Rage simmered beneath them - and yet the Lady felt no fear as she faced that anger.

“I am no man.” The Queen stated.

The Lady was quick to reply. “But in your Kingdom, women can hold property, can they not?”

“They can,” the Queen agreed, releasing her grip on the other. “But people are not property.”

“So what will you do with me?”

The movement was so quick that the Lady hardly registered it. Within the blink of an eye, her shackles were gone. She stared at the chains as they slid to the floor.

Her head whipped up in shock at the Queen’s voice.

“I will free you.”

being sleepy has just become one of my defining personality traits

FEELS!!!!!! Okay?

REBLOG IF YOU WANT A LOVE LETTER FROM A FICTIONAL CHARACTER IN YOUR ASK BOX NOW

AND I WILL DO EVERY SINGLE ONE, BASED ON YOUR BLOG.

EVERY

SINGLE

ONE

REBLOG IF YOU WANT A LOVE LETTER FROM A FICTIONAL CHARACTER IN YOUR ASK BOX NOW

AND I WILL DO EVERY SINGLE ONE, BASED ON YOUR BLOG.

EVERY

SINGLE

ONE

Bring Loki Back

Day #189

178 Days Until Avengers 4

fictional kiss things that end me

being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward

one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other

pressing their foreheads together while kissing

speaking normally, then after the kiss their voice is hoarse

guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately

staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

running their thumb over the other’s lips

when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves

ripping the other away - “no we shouldn’t” - but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close

one sliding their hand into the other’s hair slowly

their entire body freezing for a second when their love kisses them

accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart

when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

then licks their lips and says “please”