a post where I explain with images how foxes are the best thing ever, and how if you disagree you are obviously wrong
Is it possible to domesticate a fox I want one as a pet
|—||What my relationships have taught me. (via lozzat)|
do canadians feed by biting onto trees and sucking the maple syrup from it like a vampire
IT SUDDENLY GOT REALLY DARK IN HERE LIKE as if someone stood in front of our brightest lamp and it freaked me out so bad cause i thought “GHOSTS??? DEMONS?????” and i turned around and all i saw was
Iron Man (2008): Deleted Scenes
Tony Comes Home
can you imagine though, jarvis all alone in tony’s malibu house? jarvis who of course doesn’t have any physical form at all, jarvis who at this point occupies just the house and tony’s phone—jarvis, who is dependent on tony for everything, who lives essentially in tony’s pocket, suddenly being completely alone for the first time in his silicon life.
and every ten minutes on the dot for days and days and days he accesses the latest news reports, re-calculating and re-calculating tony’s chances at survival, endlessly running the numbers. and nobody told him to do that. tony’s house was empty and dark and nobody told jarvis to keep an eye on the news but he did. jarvis could have just spun down his hard drives and gone into hibernate mode, but he didn’t.
no, he watched the news. he stood vigil. he waited and he hoped that his calculations were wrong. that one day he would be able to say welcome home, sir once more.
Emotional state: upset about robots.
Well yea, kids get upset when their parent isn’t around.
I HAVE SO MANY JARVIS FEELS RIGHT NOW
There’s actually a spectacular fanfic that deals really well with this: The Medley Of Elan Vital.
Doctor Who Meme: [1/10] Episodes - The Angels Take Manhattan
"I always rip out the last page of a book, then it doesn’t have to end. I hate e n d i n g s !”
Inside of the glass orb on this antique brass ring is a high-quality image of the Crab Nebula. This ring is adjustable to fit any space fanatic’s finger. Sold on Etsy.
It’s 11:30 pm and I need raw cookie dough like I need air in my lungs.
I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna drive to Wal-Mart at midnight in my pajamas and buy a roll of cookie dough because I’m an adult with my own money who gets to make his own decisions.
I am so, so proud of you.
When kids ask me what its like to be an adult, I will show them this post. Thank you.