hes so adorable oh man


Tom Holland in in this sweatshirt™.


Remembering Sir Charles Spencer Chaplin on his birthday.

April 16th 1889 — December 25th 1977

It is not reality that matters in a film but what the imagination can make of it. 

anonymous asked:

The "Cancelled Until Further Notice" USO tour is finally back on! Steve goes back on the road in order to raise money for a timely cause.

I’m taking us way back to this prompt fill from who knows when!


It was only a couple stops in on his renewed tour that Steve (with Pepper’s know-how) switched tactics (a little) and shifted to promote wellness activities for the elderly instead of just ways to help them vote and access local civic services.  

The man he’d met (Arthur, he’d learned) that was in the very first photo that went viral had said something that had stuck with Steve – the seniors had to find a way to get to the services they needed, rather than the other way around, or even meeting halfway.  

He’d been doing some research between tour locations and a number of places around the world had started to combine senior housing with student housing or senior centers with preschools.  Steve loved the idea and was determined to raise enough funding and public interest to get several similarly structured locations off the ground in New York.  

With every then-and-now photo that was published and every visit he made covered by some sort of media, he inched closer to his goal and in his spare time he arranged calls or (when possible) meetings with city planners and developers and educational administrators and care providers.

It was little more than a year later when a preschool-senior center opened up in Queens.  Steve was there for the grand opening, and to watch Arthur and a little girl with pigtails do a puzzle together.  

look at this dork I love him

grandpa: my facebook screen is small, what do i do?

me: oh, here. you just click this fullscreen button like so, and there we are.


grandpa: i knew how to do it, though, i was making sure you were still sharp.

Fake Chats #181
  • Jungkook: we should go see the new Guardians of the Galaxy movie.
  • Taehyung: we should. Jimin?
  • Jimin: I'm down. Should we invite the others?
  • Hoseok: sure, it looks awesome.
  • Namjoon: yeah, of course.
  • Seokjin: all going together? Great!
  • Yoongi: why do we need to see this movie?
  • Taehyung: how- how can you ask that?
  • Jimin: hyung, didn't you see the trailers?
  • Namjoon: it does look really good.
  • Hoseok: and since you kinda relate to Drax...
  • Seokjin: come on Yoongi, come with us.
  • Yoongi: why?
  • Jungkook: one very simple reason, really. Baby Groot.
  • Yoongi:
  • Jungkook: Baby Groot!
  • Yoongi: alright fine, he's adorable.

Remembering Vincent Price on the anniversary of his death.

(May 27th 1911 — October 25th 1993)

We may all be a peculiar lot…often broke, often dissatisfied because we’re not doing more and better work…but we know how to have a ball that makes the rest of the world seem square.”


Jacob Frye x Reader

A/N: I blame Jacob for being an adorable fuck. I feel kind of bad though, I think I played Evie more than Jacob.

This definitely wasn’t your idea of fun, you sighed, lazily glaring at the twins from under your lashes. They were fighting about something or other, Henry awkwardly staring to the side attempting to break them up. He was doing quite well, at least until Jacob or Evie would add some snide comment then it’d start up again. You were forced to come here, to watch over the two of them. If you had any other choice, you would’ve taken it in a heartbeat. Alas, this was your punishment, to watch over the two stray Fryes. 

Why they’d decided to leave on a whim and hitch a train to London, you had no idea, and honestly, you didn’t have much care to know. You were just here to do your job and hopefully earn some of the trust you had lost after your last mission. In truth, you hadn’t technically lost any, you’d just taken the fall for another. A stupid choice, now that you think of it, but you can’t change the past. So now you were forced to listen to the twins fight nonstop over who’s idea it was to get to this point. 

It was both of theirs, that much you’d learn in the first 10 seconds. You were quite sure Henry had as well, but he betrayed nothing, his honest arguments calming the twins down more and more. It’d been like this for the past week, the two of them practically losing their heads when they discovered why you were there. Evie had been the perfect Assassin, not failing at a single mission and not compromising the Creed in any way. She’d been rather eager to show off her abilities, something she had every right to do. 

Jacob on the other hand, he’d been a handful. He ran off every chance he got, leaving you in the dust the second you tried to evaluate him. You’d had to chase him more than once, often warning him of his actions, but he didn’t seem deterred in the least. In fact, he seemed to almost enjoy it, laughing joyfully while you chased him all across the city. It was not, in any interpretation of the word, fun. You glared down at his black, leather boots as he walked toward you, the tap of his feet hitting wood fading when he took a seat next to you.

“So, are you ready to return to your home yet?” He asked, removing the black, shiny hat atop his head.

“I wish.” You breathed, shifting yourself so your head resting in his lap, eyes staring up at him. He froze, looking down with a raised brow.

“What are you doing?” He questioned, hands held awkwardly in the air like he wasn’t quite sure what to do.

“You’ve made my life hell for the past week, I think you can handle being my damn pillow for the next five minutes.” His lips twitched, his amusement sparking your own. Okay, so maybe Jacob wasn’t THAT terrible. But you still didn’t like it when he made you chase him around the streets of London or when he made you sit and drink with him in some random pub for hours. Okay, maybe that wasn’t AS bad as you made it seem.

“Jacob Frye, Assassin and pillow.” He smirked, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

“You’ve got to admit, it’s got a nice ring to it.” You laughed, crossing your arms over your chest as you did so.

“Hey, it’s better than (Y/N) (Y/L/N), watcher of the Fryes.” You rolled your eyes good naturedly, smacking his chest lightly for dramatics.

“More like governess of the Fryes.”

“Ouch,” Jacob winced theatrically, “That kind of talk can really ruin a man’s reputation.”

“Oh yes, I’m sure the whole of London would be devastated to hear that the notorious Jacob Frye,” you gasped, “Has a governess!”

“The whole bloody city would fail.” He smiled, resting one hand so it lightly brushed through the roots of your hair.

“Ah, but I think you already had one before I arrived.” You joked.

“Greenie?” He questioned. You raised a brow, biting your lip to stifle a laugh.

“Greenie?” Your voice nearly cracked, the laugh threatening to burst out at any moment. He nodded seriously, looking curiously to you. You couldn’t hold it in any longer, releasing a long bout of laughter. “First Freddie now Greenie? Must you add ‘ie’ to everything?” He shrugged, chuckling lowly.

“Where’s the fun in calling them their boring, old names?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because it’s their names,” you sassed, stretching out your limbs. Your muscles and bones groaned in delight, the feeling of laxness so satisfying. “How would you like it if I called you Jakey?” You questioned, sticking your tongue out at him like a child.

“Jakey? Really?” He didn’t look the slightest bit impressed with the nickname, both brows raised.

“Yes, Jakey, it’s really quite a wonderful name.” You giggled, relaxing once more in his hold. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded.

“On one condition, I get to choose your name.” You paused for a minute, not entirely sure if he should be given the privilege. God forbid he choose something as horrid as ‘Greenie’. But to call him Jakey? Especially in front of the Rooks? In front of Evie? You nodded quickly, smiling up at him.

“How about she-devil?” He asked, the hand not in your hair holding his chin up in thought.

“Hurtful.” You chided.

“No, no, too evil. What is that fruit you like?” He began snapping his fingers, tapping it against his head every few minutes. You were about to say something when he laughed. “Pumpkin, that’s it!”

“You’re going to call me pumpkin?” You inquired, lips straight and brow raised.

“Why, of course, pumpkin.” He looked much too smug in your opinion. With an eye roll, you lifted yourself up, barely pressing your lips to the underside of his jaw. Even with that small brush of lips against skin, electricity skittered down your spine. It was intoxicating. He froze on contact, his Adam’s apple bobbing at the action.

“Goodnight, Jakey.” You added, your voice sweeter than sugar. His eyes watched you closely as you retreated back into another cart of the train, your mind finally seeming to register what you’d done. You’d kissed him. Not on the lips, and not exactly romantically, but still, it was a kiss. That was definitely not part of the job description. Your feet were moving on their own accord, their fast pace nothing compared to your racing heart. 

That was not professional in any sense of the word. And wasn’t that what you were supposed to be? Professional? But you couldn’t be blamed for that one, not really. He’d brought it on with all his flirting and charming. Nope, not your fault, his, definitely his. But did he mind what you’d done? Too bad you were out of earshot to hear his sweet, soft murmur of, “Goodnight, pumpkin.”

I don’t really know why I haven’t drawn this scene yet seeing as it’s pretty much the best scene in existence ever [society6]


“yeah falcon don’t worry about me idc that someone stole my tech okay i’m not upset does it loOK LIKE I’M UPSET who told you that was it cap because obviously i’m so CHILL right now that even antarctica is jealous okay it’s cHILL i’m FINE”

*proceeds to break into Thunderbolts’ lair with more force than necessary*