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allonsyforever:

artsmermaid:

ITS A POST!!!!!! WHY HAVENT I SEEN THIS IN POST FORM BEFORE!!!!

David Tennant keeping a straight face in this scene is the best acting that has ever happened in history and no one can convince me otherwise

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afropunker:

noideawhatimdoingrightnow:

Let me just tell you something about this final scene. I sat through this whole movie thoroughly enjoying every last little bit of it. I even made a running motion when the first two gifs happened. When the movie finished my boyfriend was very very quiet and he looked a little sad. I was very confused because it was a fantastic movie. He turned to me and asked “is that suppose to represent how our education system doesn’t make enough accommodations for [mentally] slower students?"  Monster’s University was a little deeper than I thought

TUMBLR SHUT UP HE IS A SLUG. The literal message is HE IS A SLUG WHO IS SLOW LIKE SLUGS IN NATURE SO STOP.

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bitchnn:

when someone asks me what kind of music i like

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so-personal:

everything personal♡

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so-personal:

everything personal♡

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matt-smiths-legs:

junjouchara:



I cant open the gif but im going to bet all my money its the its fucking red guy

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matt-smiths-legs:

junjouchara:

I cant open the gif but im going to bet all my money its the its fucking red guy

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lauth:

Cold, angry eyes stared down at the lifeless body that had been hauled onto the river’s bank just seconds before. Every fiber of his being was telling him to leave. He’d already failed his mission by rescuing the dying man, he didn’t need to fuck it up further. Still, he felt firmly rooted in place. He knelt down beside the Captain, sand and blood clinging to both of their sopping wet outfits, keeping his gaze fixed on the larger man’s face.

From somewhere buried deep inside him he felt a vague sense of alarm.

Captain America - Steve Rogers - was not breathing.

He reached around his neck to check for a pulse with the only hand that could feel it. Weak; he’d probably lost a fair amount of blood after being shot several times by the hand now making sure he was still alive. What an idiot. The both of them were. He should have killed him while he had the chance - instead he dove into the water after him, forcing his own battered body to swim him to the shore. He still didn’t know why. He felt nothing for this man. He was an assassin - a soldier - not someone who saved people. And yet, for some godforsaken reason, he couldn’t bring himself to let this man die.

The Winter Soldier lifted the Captain’s head, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips to his.

By the time Steve had finished coughing up water and managed to open his own eyes, he was alone, left only with the sound of the river and a too-familiar taste on his lips.

(i’m dumb bye)