Reblog this! People need to know and protect their Tumblr, my friend clicked this and it doesn’t let her on Tumblr anymore!
DO NOT SCROLL PASS. THIS IS YOUR DAUGHTER, YOUR SISTER, YOUR FRIEND. PLEASE HELP TO BRING #relisha #rudd BACK HOME SAFE AND SOUND.
This isn’t a scam, or an abuser trying to find someone hiding from them.
I live in the area, and it’s all over the news. This child is REALLY missing.
Portals to Hell by hrmphfft
I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THIS AGAIN FOR MONTHS
I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW
This is one of those posts that you need to save and tag or you’ll never see it again for 84 years.
Whoever drew this is an amazing person and I love them.
What in hell
What is in hell indeed.
Steve Rogers doesn’t know about Luke’s dad.
…What did that Avengers Tower movie night look like?
"Okay, I’ve got historical events and music so far. What movies do I need to see?" Steve asks, breaking out his notebook.
“Some Like It Hot,” Bruce says immediately.
“Robin Hood,” Clint puts in, to no one’s surprise.
Steve smiles. “Errol Flynn?”
“Men in Tights.”
Natasha looks up from where she’s curled in an armchair. “The Sound of Music?”
Clint snorts. “I think he might object to the singing Nazis, Nat.”
Steve just raises an eyebrow. “Singing Nazis?” That one goes on the list.
"Ooh, in that case, Pearl Harbor,” Tony says.
A chorus of groans and protests meet his statement.
"What? I kind of want to see his head explode."
Steve does not put that one on the list. “Anything else?”
“Star Wars,” Darcy says, without looking up from her phone.
The room goes silent. Everyone stops and stares at her like they’ve forgotten she stuck around after Jane went back to New Mexico. Which they probably have.
"Darce, you’re a genius,” Clint breathes.
Bruce actually smiles. “We are in the presence of the last unspoiled adult in the entire country.”
Tony’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, he doesn’t know that Vader is—”
Natasha has him in a choke-hold before anyone realizes she’s moving. “Not another syllable.”
Tony raises his hands in surrender, and Natasha loosens her hold. “What the hell was that about?” he wheezes.
She nods towards Bruce, who is looking somewhat green around the gills.
"Spoilers make him angry."
i love all of this.
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles by Eddie Nunez
“You are officially a candidate for graduation.”, read the letter…and with that…the hopeful last steps in a decade plus long journey begin, and they scare the crap out of me, At first the prospect of this was to alarming to talk about. And I have no problem admitting to that, for fear has long been a powerful force in the past decade plus for me…both good and bad.
Fear, in all its forms, is always a motivating tool for me, either holding me back from things or situations that will have some sort of meaningful impact…or pushing me to do what I once thought was impossible.
Thankfully, lately at least, its been the pushing fear that has been winning out…albeit with mixed results.
I don’t want to look back at my academic life just yet. Its not over, and if I do, that…bad fear…will permeate me, forcing me to a excellent land of panic attacks, cold sweats and shaking more violent then a Staten Island ferries “new” engines. The time will come for that soon enough, for now is the time to plow headlong into the last few weeks of it all. Y’know the thing I shoulda finished years ago? That’s what the real kick in the ass has been…and continues to be.
I’m sitting in classrooms at 10am on a random Wednesday with people born in a year I was a sophomore in high school. I say it to a lot of people repeatedly, many of them being the very people in those classrooms, all the while, the people I deserve to be with, the guy scaling a ladder, the girl with cupcakes, the kid I grew up with who has 3 jobs and is already a homeowner, the girl with a 3 day a week job…have started their lives.
It makes me feel like i’m playing a game of catch-up, that I always will. But within them, within the ladders, the cupcakes, inside the cozy house, the 3 day job, they have all given me that extra drive, because they have all given me a piece of themselves, they’ve worked with my quirks, hell, they’ve made them shine, and made me realize that the quirks aren’t as much a hindrance as I thought.
Hell, some of these lunatics have even let me hit them in the face with a pie. Thats a whole new level of trust. Or maybe they just really like pie. I know I do. I actually want some right now. Thats me, in the middle of introspection, I think of pie. Apple pie, Lemon Meringue(Which i’ll freely admit I had Google help me spell.), Wildberry Pie, Key Lime, Chocolate Pudding…Theres nothing quite as sad as disappointing pie. I had it a few months ago at a place I almost always enjoy, and it damn near ruined my day, but then I remembered one of those people I just talked about, and wrote them a quick text, and it made it all better.
Thats some kinda power. To help me overcome bad pie, you either have to be part Kryptonian or part Jedi, maybe both. Thats why i’m happy I have these kinda people in my life. I only wish I had the power to show you all how much you mean.
Wow, now I really want some damn pie. And a good book. Yeah…pie and a good book.
Various ways of making armor and weapons.
Armour from foam flooring tiles - http://bioweapons.wordpress.com/2010/06/21/mass-effect-n7-armor-build/