potato twist


How long have you been planning for Coulson to be the Ghost Rider – and what was Clark Gregg’s reaction to finding out that news?

Jeffrey Bell: To say he was happy, it would be an understatement.
Jed Whedon: I think what he said when we told him was, “I didn’t think I could geek out more,” but he was like, “It seems I can.”
Jeffrey Bell: Yeah, that was what he said. [x]


“Sometimes it is only a True Friend who knows what we mean when we try to speak. Somebody who has spent a lot of time with us, and listens carefully to what we are trying to say, and tries to understand.”

― Cressida Cowell, How to Cheat a Dragon’s Curse

anonymous asked:

“you live in the room next door to mine and you’re always having really loud sex, what the fuck"

Jason didn’t know all that much about his next door neighbours. He knew that the old man on the fifth floor did his laundry every Wednesday evening - he always tipped his hat in thanks when Jason held the elevator for him. He knew that the woman in the apartment above his was breaking the no animals rule by owning at least forty cats which she fed every morning at promptly six o'clock. And he was pretty sure someone was living on the roof - he went up there every now and then and left bottles of water and sandwiches, so either he was accommodating a homeless person or fattening up a bunch of pigeons.

And then there was the girl next door. He knew she was a girl, not because he’d passed her in the hallway or seen her getting her mail, but because he heard her having - extremely loud and sometimes disturbing - sex. It was almost everyday. He couldn’t quite figure out if she had an actual schedule worked out to fit it all in. Or whether she had one partner with whom he was having all of this sex with or there was several of them. Or whether she was just by herself. Though if that were the case he didn’t know if he should be concerned or impressed. Either way, he tried his best to ignore it.

Jason walked through his apartment door at nine fifteen on Thursday evening and kept his headphones on as he walked into the kitchen. He dropped his gym bag and his messenger bag with his papers from work in the doorway and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. He was too tired to cook and too morally objected to order take out after exercising. He’d stayed longer than usual at the gym to try and work off a stressful day at work and now he was beat.

Jason jumped when his phone started vibrating in his pocket, he’d been drifting off, slumped in one of the chairs at his small kitchen table. He pulled it out and sighed when he saw the caller ID. He should have known he’d get a check in call when Percy got home so late. Jason tugged his headphones off and accepted the call.

“Hey, Annabeth.”

“Are you home yet?”

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catch me if you can (come and hold my hand) part five


August, 1990.

This was stupid, she thought. She didn’t know why she sounded so hopeful that this stranger, this man who could be anything, a murderer or a criminal, or crazy, would nod his head and say yes he was going somewhere and yes she could come along. But standing in the middle of the nearly empty gas station parking lot she couldn’t help but feel like a lot was riding on his answer. So she held her breath as he considered her offer.

“Tag along if you want,” he said, noncommittally. “I don’t really care.”

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He didn’t turn the radio back on when he flicked the turn signal on and pulled back onto the road. He didn’t ask her to chose a tape for him, even though it was his turn. And he didn’t say anything more. Occasionally he glanced over in her direction and she thought maybe he was looking at her, but he was just checking the mirror on the door beside her.

She tried to ignore the cold shiver that went down her spine every time she hoped that maybe, just maybe he was looking at her, and he wasn’t.

I’m a way to keep busy.

I’m still some nobody in a pick-up truck.

That’s who I am Clarke. We both know it.

His words were rolling around and around in her head and she couldn’t breathe at the thought that she’d made him feel like that. This man, this soft, broken boy beside her, who’d watched her flounder at a gas station, looking for somewhere to go–somewhere other than the bus stop she’d just walked away from–and taken her in. The guy who let her cry and spit and rage beside him, who let her hold him and touch him and be touched, just to forget, and he thought he was nobody.

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Basically the HTTYD Books

Something more or less like this…

How to Train Your Dragon: THERE WERE DRRRRAGONS WHEN I WAS A BOY :3 :3 :3 awwwh <3 hehe :D :D :D \o/ yay fun cuuuuute yay!  :3
How to Be a Pirate: :) adventure!  :/  ugh Snotlout  o.o tfw skullions??? yikes!
How to Speak Dragonese:   :D  \o/  *\o/*  GO TEAM HICCAMILEGS!
How to Cheat a Dragon’s Curse:  XD  XD  XD  how is this book even real  I AM A HORRIBLE POTTYMOUTH POTATOES POTATOES POTATOES
How to Twist a Dragon’s Tale: B-)  \o/  <3  *\o/*  love and lava surrrrfiiiing!
A Hero’s Guide to Deadly Dragons:  o.o come on you can’t just namedrop Hiccup the Second and then just leave us waiting  o.o
How to Ride a Dragon’s Storm: S <– the mark of doom O.O WHAAT????!!! O.O  :DDD epic battle! awwwwwwyiiiiiiiiiiiisssss!
How to Break a Dragon’s Heart:  <.<  I sense a disturbance in the Force
How to Steal a Dragon’s Sword: o.o  dragon attacks  <.<  >.>   much suspicious…  :) :))) good adventure :D YAY HICCUP *\o/*  *\o/*  celebration time!  O.O OHMYTHOROHMYTHOROHMYTHOR CRAP CRAP CRAP D: D: D: 
How to Seize a Dragon’s Jewel: DDD: holy what???? WHATT?TTTTT???!!!  o.o  O.O  :’(  ;_;  T_T  TT_TT  I am just going to sit here and cry okay byes  THIS IS NOT A CHILDREN’S BOOK WHAT THE HELHEIM
How to Betray a Dragon’s Hero:  O_O oh my gods things can’t get worse  :O  D:  oh my gods things can’t get worse  D: O_O  O_O  :O  DDD:  ohmygods what the LOKI that was a *TORTURE SCENE* IN A THIRD GRADE READING LEVEL BOOK OKAY IT CANNOT GET WORSE THAN THIS  ……….TT_TT ohmygodsitgotworse TT_TT  TT_TT  TT_TT  I am never going to have dry eyes again THE BLACK STAAAAARRR NOOOOOOOOOOOOooooOOOoooo TT_TT  ;_;  *screaming*
How to Fight a Dragon’s Fury: …I am scared to open this book… o.O OH MY GODS IT GOT WORSE AGAIN!!!  O.O  D:  DDD:  o.o  :D LONG LIVE THE KIIIIIIIINGGGGG  *\o/*   *\o/*   *\o/*   *\o/*  O.O  D:  wait Furious!!!  T_T  :D  happy ending!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  ……..what do I do with my life now?

Assssguardian Mead//Closed//coldwinderbarnes

There was a knock on the door not long after the texting stopped. When it was opened, there was Thor, God of Thunder, with Steve Rogers thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Steve twisted around to look over the god’s shoulder and wave, his face flushed. “Hiiiiiii Buck~!” he said with the most ridiculous grin on his face.

“The Captain is quite inebriated, Barnes. He was making a scene in Asgard, so I thought it best to bring him home.”