God I love this show ❤

Re-blogging ‘cause I think everyone could use this at one point in there life or another.

“Your circle…it’s flawless. Do it again.”

what kind of sorcery….

beauty

IMPOSSIBLE STOP IT

In every generation, there is a chosen one… 

I’m honestly so upset

Buffy can do anything!

She literally looks so pleased to be doing this for us 

Bow down to the queen

Hey guys! So I was wondering if everyone who considers themselves a part of the b99 fandom on here could like or reblog this post? (either is fine)

I’m just super curious as to how large our fandom is, so I thought this would be a good way to find out. Plus it could be a way to connect with new b99 blogs!

leoreturns:

Holy fuck she knew

Wait…wait a minute, wait a minute, I just realized something!!!

What if she did know?

Think about it, Helen goes in to talk to Edna but Edna has already prepared a series of supersuits that are perfectly designed for every situation she and the kids are going to be in. And for some reason, we’ve all just accepted that, yeah, she’s Edna Mode, she would know these things, she’s just like that.

But what if we’ve all been missing something right in front of us?

We know Edna has affiliations with the government agency and has obviously been making suits for decades. Do you think the government is just going to get a random fashion designer to make these suits? Absolutely not.

They’re going to get a Super.

What if Edna is a Super with the power of future-vision? 

That’s how she knows exactly what suit to make, that’s how she knows that the kids are going to be in danger, that’s how she’s so aware of everything going on around her and catches everyone off guard.

She never looks back; she looks forward.

(Sorry for hijacking your post, OP.)

which is why the whole cape thing hit so hard. she didnt see it coming

I love the idea of a Super whose power is to amazingly see into the future and she just uses it for fashion design.

If 666 is evil, then 25.80697580112788 is the root of all evil.

Please share, this might help someone on your dash!

3 more months until Avengers: Infinity War. 3 more months for me to plan my funeral and dig my grave 

Oh God, two more months

THREE MORE WEEKS

ONE. MORE. WEEK.

Playing with kids as a parent becomes less about the activity and more of a game about how to expend the least amount of energy while getting them to exhaust the most.

Accurate

REBLOG: go to your blog and click the egg to see what hatches

I got Sonic the Hedgehog.

Sonic the freaking Hedgehog.

Maybe I cracked the egg too fast.

I GOT A SPARKLY NICHOLAS CAGE

I GOT LUKE HEMMINGS ROLLING HIS EYES WHAT THE HELL

Marvel characters as Brooklyn Nine-Nine GIFs

Iron Man:

Captain America:

Thor:

Loki:

Black widow:

Star-Lord:

Black Panther:

Nick Fury:

Spider-Man:

Hulk:

Thanos:

i saw this post earlier about therapists and it reminded me of my old therapist paul, who in my opinion is one of the greatest men alive and who did not put up with my bullshit for even one second

anyway i go in to see paul one week in the summer of 2016, and i’m doing my usual bullshit which consists of me talking shit about myself, and paul is staring at me, and then he cuts me off and says that he’s got a new tool for helping people recognize when they’re using negative language, and gets up and goes over to his desk

and i’m like alright hit me with that sweet sweet self-help article my man, because i’m a linguistic learner and whenever paul’s like here i have a tool for you to use it’s pretty much always an article or a book or something

paul opens a drawer, takes something out, and turns back around. i stare.

i say, paul.

is that a nerf gun.

yeah, says paul.

i say, are you gonna shoot me with a nerf gun in this professional setting.

he happily informs me that that’s really up to me, isn’t it. and sits back down. and gestures, like, go ahead, what were you saying?

and i squint suspiciously and start back up about how i’m having too much anxiety to leave the house to run errands, like it was a miracle to even get here, like i’ve forgone getting groceries for the past week and that’s so stupid, what a stupid issue, i’m an idiot, how could i–

a foam dart hits me in the leg.

i go, hey! because my therapist just shot me in the leg. paul blinks at me placidly and raises an eyebrow. i squint again.

i say, slowly, it’s– not a stupid issue, i’m not stupid, but it’s frustrating me and i don’t want it to be a problem i’m having.

no dart this time. okay. sweet.

so the rest of the hour passes with me intermittently getting nailed with tiny foam darts and then swearing and then fixing my language and, wouldn’t you know it, i start liking myself a little more by the end of the session, which is mildly infuriating because paul can tell and he’s very smug about it 

anyway i leave his office and the lady having the next appointment walks in and i hear what’s all over the floor? and paul very seriously says cognitive behavioral therapy tools.

Love this

Humanity should be our race. Love should be our religion.