that dumb lady

Sweet-Talker

Or, How Bucky Won Over The Hammer Of Thor.

(Here on AO3) 

Thor enjoyed the pleasant fragrances of Midgardian soaps. The one in the common-floor bathroom was labelled “Lavender Daydream” and was tinted a mild purple. It had a gentle floral scent with a slightly acrid undertone, and Thor wondered absently if Midgard had an actual plant named lavender, or if it was like blue-flavored drinks, with no non-artificial analogue. With Midgard, there was no way to tell. Regardless, it was a pleasing scent, and Thor would enjoy the soothing scent and gentle moisturizing properties of the liquid. 

Midgard was such a fascinating world. 

Thor toweled his hands dry and stepped out of the bathroom, intending to head towards the kitchen. Bruce had left some curry in the fridge, and Thor wanted to test his mettle against his perennial foe, the spicy pepper. 

He took one imperious stride into the common room and tripped. He caught himself on lavender-scented palms, just shy of sprawling flat on his face on the carpet. 

Sitting innocently in the middle of the hallway was Mjolnir. 

Strange. He was sure he’d left his hammer on the sofa. 


kingofmemes posted:

common room rules state that anything unlabeled is fair for anyone to use. shoulda put a sticky note on your mythological weapon of unimaginable power before you left it on my seat buddy

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“Neat where others were sloppy, organized where they were confused, sure of himself while they floundered, he cut a swath through England’s murderers that left the police far behind.
Unimpressed by titles, unfazed by difficulties, untiring in his labours, Hercule Poirot stood as a bulwark protecting English society from legions of lady poisoners, gentlemen stranglers, and murderers of all sorts and persuasions who, without his efforts, would have escaped justice.
Though he occasionally berated himself for his few mistakes and miscalculations, he knew his own worth well enough. Spurning false modesty, he allowed as how he was ‘the greatest mind in Europe.’”

- ‘Hercule Poirot, The Man and the Myth’ by Jerry Keucher, from The Bedside, Bathtub & Armchair Companion to Agatha Christie by Dick Riley and Pam McAllister

okay. fuck. so, i had to dig into the depths of my old blog to recover this, but here it is. that stupid fucking kara/diana one-shot i scribbled down after i saw batman v superman for the first time. it’s been collecting dust in my drafts for over a year. i totally planned to edit it and at least try to fix it before i posted it, because there’s literally no plot, and it doesn’t even have a title, but… there’s… literally nothing i can do with it. it’s beyond saving.

@featsanvers and @love-is-a-state-of-mind, look what you’ve made made do. are you both happy now??? i’m going to go jump off a cliff! :)

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SPN 12x22 Who We Are

I love this moment, and it has nothing to do with Dean’s love for the grenade launcher finally coming to fruition.

For the entire run of Supernatural, and especially in the later seasons, various characters have often reduced Dean to being big and dumb, or being just a pretty face. Sometimes it was apparently meant to be hurtful or demeaning (Gwen, Lady Bevell), sometimes it seemed to be unintentional (Tara, Henry, often Sam). Either way, we saw repeatedly that it threw Dean off, that it did hurt him, that it made him feel inadequate.

So to see Dean walk up with the grenade launcher, confident and smiling as he proudly declares “Big, beautiful and dumb” right in Uppity Lady Bevell’s face, and then save the day, felt like a big “Screw you” to everyone who only saw him as the dumb grunt with a pretty face. And I think it was fully intentional on Dean’s part.