The coolest bumblebee ever.

omg unmute, it’s so innocent

camera person: “wave” bee: *raises arm* camera person: “yaaaay, what’s up mr. bumblebee?”

Élisabeth Sonrel - Paon, Cygne, Hirondelles, Colombes (sf)

disgusstinggg

Elena S.

That’s some silent hill right there

Protip from my little brother:

Are you playing a horror game?

Is it too spooky for you?

Imagine that you, the protagonist, are Steve Irwin.

Now look that eldritch horror in the face, and declare with conviction, “I’m gonna wrassle it.”

@morallyambiguousgene THIS is how you should’ve played Amnesia back in the day.

Koala Hug

This is the second part of @dreamcatchersdaughter‘s birthday present and it is based on @hello-shellhead‘s amazing WinterIron pic.

Maybe Tony hadn’t thought this all the way through.

He rocked on his heels, looking down at the shoes he was currently wearing, and contemplated just burning them.

Tony still thought they were cute, especially with the little wings at the side, but Clint was right. They were obviously still fashioned after Steve’s design and there was no way to know how Bucky would react to his boyfriend wearing someone else’s merchandise.

But he was in this mess now and Bucky was already waiting for him after all so Tony made his way over to the living room.

When he came into sight, Bucky’s face lit up and Tony blushed a bit. Bucky always looked good, but especially so when he was smiling like that at Tony. It also helped that he was wearing Tony’s favourite red henley.

“What’s up?” Bucky asked when Tony didn’t immediately come closer.

“So, I can explain,” Tony started and Bucky’s face took on that fond exasperated expression he always wore when Tony came to tell him something exploded yet again.

“What happened?” Bucky asked with a little smirk, after he made sure that Tony wasn’t obviously injured. He didn’t even stop at the shoes.

“It seems like I got the wrong shoes,” Tony admitted and Bucky’s eyes immediately fell down to them.

“What do you mean? They are cute, I like the wings.”

Tony squirmed a bit under his gaze. “But they are still Steve’s design.”

“Huh?” Bucky asked.

“I didn’t think that far, but there is currently no real merchandise for you, everyone still uses Steve’s uniform design and technically these are Steve’s merchandise.”

“No, they are not,” Bucky declared and held a hand out for Tony. “You decided to wear them for me, and since I am the only Cap there is right now, these are mine.”

“You’re not mad,” Tony breathed in relieve and Bucky shook his head.

“How can I be? You are wearing my stuff,” he said with a very pointed look at the shoes and then the pullover, which was most definitely not Tony’s.

Tony blushed again and then took Bucky’s still outstretched hand. “It’s comfortable,” he defended himself and Bucky smirked.

“I bet it is. You know what’s also comfortable? This place right here,” he said and patted the spot on the couch to his right.

“Gonna have to check that for myself,” Tony said and plopped down, one leg tucked underneath him and the other outstretched over Bucky’s lap.

When he found a comfortable position he also tucked his face into Bucky’s neck, because there was nothing more soothing than feeling the rumble when he spoke and being engulfed in his smell.

“You were really worried about this, huh?” Bucky asked and stroke a hand up and down Tony’s back.

“A bit maybe,” Tony mumbled into his skin and Bucky chuckled underneath him.

“For all your genius you sure are stupid sometimes.”

Tony shrugged as best as he could and Bucky hugged him a bit closer.

There was a movie on but Tony didn’t bother to catch up on the storyline, too comfortable where he was right now and Bucky had turned his head so he could pepper Tony’s hair with little kisses, so he wasn’t paying that much attention either.

“Let’s go to bed?” Bucky asked after a few minutes and Tony nodded as much as he could with his face still smashed into Bucky’s neck.

“You gonna move?” Bucky curiously asked and Tony shook his head at that.

He was pretty damn comfortable, and even though a bed sounded good as well, he had no intention of moving.

“Alright,” Bucky huffed and then slightly changed his position. “Hold on then.”

He slightly leaned forward, and slid his right hand under Tony’s ass. Tony instinctively tightened his grip on Bucky, slinging his leg around his hip, rather than drape it over his lap, and in one smooth motion Bucky stood up.

Tony quickly brought up the other leg to encircle Bucky but other than that he stayed exactly where he was, clinging to Bucky like a little baby koala.

“You know,” Tony mumbled and then slightly turned his head so Bucky could hear him better, “it’s really hot that you don’t even need your metal arm for this.”

“I know,” Bucky told him. “I’m gonna show you what else I can do with this arm,” he continued and Tony couldn’t help but smile happily at that.

And even though that sounded promising as hell, Tony wouldn’t mind if Bucky would take the long route to their bedroom.

The Winter Soldier and his clingy koala! <3

tbh i’m mostly proud of the shoe-design haha

luissh

Angela Rough

Captain America: Civil War bloopers

So I found this cool website for learning ancient languages

go wild

holy fuck

I just did a quick perusal of the Coptic resources on this site, and it has all the resources I’ve personally found worthwhile and then some. These are resources that took me months, if not years, to discover and compile. I am thoroughly impressed. The other languages featured on the site are:

For the love of all the gods, if you ever wanted to learn any of these languages, use this site.

Likely helpful for various recon-oriented polytheists.

#bitch please

‘Hawke thinks he can, if he tries hard enough’

‘Or even not at all.’

this is was a scene from this fanfic that i’ve been really wanting to draw from for a while now, definitely recommend 10/10

I laughed way harder than i should have 

is this the sequel to the Sand Guardian Guardian of the Sand

“Walled world” - the uneven distribution of population and wealth worldwide - Theo Deutinger

observe that the hard red lines indicate some of the most heavily policed borders on earth. that’s not an accident.

fucking. okay. this guy. apparently his name is gothmog. so i had a dream about gothmog last night.

so i was coming home from a vacation with my friends i guess and they all left and i was looking for my car. and im wandering around these streets in some suburbia and i swear i know where my car was but its not there and idk if it moved or if im just a dumbass that lost it. so my buddy gothmog here shows up and we’re walking around looking for my car and he’s like “did you park in the parking garage?” and im like “man i dont even know but lets look.”

so we’re in the parking garage and theres some weird cocktail party happening there and like, this dumb white guy is trying to give us directions but hes not very helpful. so we try to check all the levels but we keep somehow ending up on the same level again. and i guess i realized the dumb white guy is actually a minor trickster god and he’s completely fucking with us. gothmog is not amused.

so we’re at this awful party trying to get information and people are dancing, and gothmog tells me he doesn’t understand music and im like bro how do you not like music, you poor soul. so? i put his hand over his heart? and im like “you feel that beat bro? you got the music it’s inside you” and then we can hear everyone’s heartbeats like echoing in the garage. and gothmog is so fucking happy he’s in tears like “ah wo w music is beautiful thank you for showing me the way little human”

so we’re still looking for my car and the trickster god sends the cops after me bc hey thats fun, and gothmog is like “you introduced me to a whole new world of art and light, i will protect you”. also worth noting: he is wearing some snazzy reptile-print pants by this point. idk. and he fuckin battles the cops for me. while singing.

he sings of all the old battles hes been in and he sings of the long weary years he had nothing to care about and he sings of the joy of singing and he’s beating the shit out of the police and im just standing there crying like this a beautiful moment here.

and eventually i guess we find my car and i like, rip out my radio with my bare hands and give it to him. and gothmog hugs me and then we go our separate ways and that’s all i remember. but i’d like to imagine he leaves sauron’s war behind him and starts middle earth’s first heavy metal band. they’re called gothmog & the heartbeats.

but anyway thats the story of how i dreamed up this random orc’s redemption arc, and im never gonna watch the return of the king the same way.

reblog to support gothmog & the heartbeats