Anonymous asked: They named the dolphins after Friends!

Not gonna lie, my exposure to these books VASTLY predated any exposure I had to…pop culture in general, so rereading them is always an adventure full of “oh wow that’s totally a reference that I Did Not Get” and let me tell you a thing, the Friends reference was…a latecomer even by those standards.  I think I was 18 by the time I realized that.

“I’m in,” Marco said instantly.A split second behind him, Rachel said her usual “I’m in."Everyone stared openmouthed at Marco."Just once I wanted to beat Rachel to it,” he explained. WOw. This is Iconic.

THIS LINE.  IN PARTICULAR.  IS MY JAM.

*inhales deeply* Oh god, I’ve adopted the alien boy. I will love him. I will protect him. I will care for him

You have good taste, my dude.

Moran Rereads the Animorphs

Book 8: The Alien

AKA “Ax is not to be trusted in public, the PTSD squad learn how Andalites eat, and we meet Alloran-Semitur-Corrass”

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littlestartopaz:

animatedamerican:

triflesandparsnips:

uncensoredsideblog:

Steve Rogers leaves dishes in the sink.

In 1938, Bucky Barnes comes home from a long day at the docks and looks down at a full sink. He directs a halfhearted glare in the direction of the small lump doodling something at the kitchen table. “Goddamnit, Steve. Dishes.”

In 2016, Steve Rogers rubs his face and drags himself into the kitchen before heading out to search the city — the cooling trail — again. He drops his plate into the sink. There’s already some other things in there. He’ll get to them later, probably. When he has time. It doesn’t really matter.

He turns to go.

The shadow behind the refrigerator shifts slightly, and the Winter Soldier hoarsely whispers, “I swear to God, Steve, there’s a fucking machine for it right there.” 

*SHRIEKING*

@words-writ-in-starlight

A bright spot today: I work a truly awful job at a juice bar (I hate people who come up and try to convince me to, say, drink things with raw eggs in them, and vegetable juice has vitamins and shit but I POINT BLANK REFUSE to tell people blatant lies about magnetized water et al), but today.  Oh god.  Today I had my FAVORITE CUSTOMER EVER, oh my god I want him to be a regular, he was amazing, I want to be him when I grow up.

So it’s me and @twistedangelsays killing time and pretending like we aren’t slowly building up the Leaning Tower of Dishware next to the wash sink when an older gentleman in a very fine hat (elderly but spry, you know the type) walks in with his wife and granddaughter.  He strides up to the counter, and we give our usual creepily-peppy greeting and brace ourselves for another crazy in a long line (someone earlier informed us that she does wheatgrass enemas, and…I just really didn’t want to know that, okay?).

“So,” he says, leaning on the counter and observing us with the kind of wry nothing-is-funny-but-if-I-show-fear-the-bad-guys-win smile I’ve been seeing a lot lately.  I decide I maybe like this guy enough to drop the creepy pep.  He looks us dead in the eye and says, “What juice do you have to get me through the next four years.”

And of course I’m me, so I laugh a little and go, “Trust me, if we had something I’d be hooked up to an IV of it right now.”  I am not a professional soul.

He nods very solemnly and sighs and goes, “Well, all right, then what do you have that will give me the strength to fight?”

Adler and I just stand there in this state of delighted awe for a moment before she manages to recommend a juice.  We start making his juice and he asks if we’re “a pair” and we tell him that no, we’re not a couple, everyone asks, don’t feel bad, we’re just best friends.  And he kind of humphs and nods and goes “Well, that’s still a pair,” and tells us about his best friend of sixty years who he texts every day after meeting in college (meaning that ABSOLUTE MINIMUM this guy is 78).  

So we hand him his juice, he takes it, and without further ado tells us the time, date, and location of a protest in our town.  And he and his lovely wife swan right on out with their adorable granddaughter with her froyo, and he tells us he’ll see us at the protest.

I feel like I’ve been visited by the Angel of Revolution, I want to be that guy when I’m 78.

annaspeckharts:

The Best of: Jim ‘Chief’ Hopper

An easy step-by-step guide on why he is a gem.  ( requested by anon )

(Source: mikkeljensen, via im-lost-but-not-gone)

revfrog:

allieinarden:

literary-potato:

Let’s be honest: Jesus wouldn’t take the wheel. Jesus would let Peter drive, fall asleep in the back seat, wake up to the sound of the other eleven screaming in mortal terror (while Peter bellows expletives at the car in front), and get them out of a fatal car accident at the very last second by rebuking the speed limit.

Finally, some sound theology on this issue.

rebuking the speed limit

(via fialleril)

an-android-in-a-tutu:

For some reason I am really attached to the idea of Adrien making bad first impressions on people because of the association with Chloe? And then blowing them out of the water just by being his cinnamon roll self. So this idea jumped out at me as inspired by the scene in Origins where Adrien literally flings himself off his climbing wall like an idiot who has definitely done that before and will do it again.

Like imagine early on, maybe the second day of school before everyone has figured out what a sweetheart he is, they have gym class, and no one knew they had to explain to Adrien about wearing gym clothes so he’s wearing jeans and impractical footwear. And of course, he appologizes profusely to the teacher, saying he didn’t know there was gym today and didn’t bring anything to change into, completely unaware that Chloe uses this excuse all the time. So the class is collectively rolling their eyes, and the gym teacher is aggravated, because the last thing he needs is another rich brat thinking the rules don’t apply to them, so he decides to make an example.

He says today’s lesson is very important and so he’ll have to make due barefoot, and that he can even come up first and help show the rest of the class what they’re doing today. And Nino and Marinette, plus some of the more kindhearted students are all wincing on his behalf, while everyone else feels pretty vindictive about getting to watch Chloe’s friend embarrass himself.

Of course Adrien is an oblivious sweetheart and is just completely thrilled that not only does he not have to sit out his first ever gym class for being unprepared, he gets to go first! And so of course he beams and agrees enthusiastically, to which most people present become suspicious over what he has planned, while Nino and Marinette bemoan that their new friend is too good for this world.

As luck, and Narrative convenience, would have it, the first activity for that day is the Climbing Wall. (Their school is fucking fancy they would definitely have one) Everyone fears and loathes the Climbing Wall, because it’s difficult and terrifying, and there are no harnesses, just thick mats to break your fall. No one’s ever actually been injured on it, but there are plenty enough urban legends going around the school to convince the general student body that it’s a deathtrap.

There are collective looks of sympathy, because not even one of Chloe’s lackeys deserves the Climbing Wall (so dreaded that its name is always capitalized) on their first day in gym.

Adrien is understandably completely thrilled because he has one just like it at home and he is gonna rock this. Pun definitely intended.

The gym teacher explains the rules (start behind the red line, run when the whistle blows, go as fast as you can, timer stops after you’ve hit the roof and made it back down to the ground) Adrien is practically vibrating with excitement, Marinette thinks she’s about to die of second hand embarrassment, Nino is biting his nails, Chloe is trying to hide a smirk and no one knows why (she’s been to Adrien’s house, after all), and everyone else is sitting back, ready to watch Adrien fall all over himself.

The gym teacher blows his whistle and Adrien is off like a fucking shot, sprinting to the wall and then making his way up it just as quickly. His class is half certain that he is somehow part monkey, and Marinette and Nino have just enough time to share a relieved look before he taps the ceiling and then launches himself into open air.

Several people shriek in horror, but Adrien rolls expertly when he hits the mats, and comes up grinning, only a little out of breath, and asks what his time was.

There is a moment of silence before the gym teacher let’s out a terrified and furious screech of “AGRESTE!”

Adrien turns red with shame and guilt, and because he is a cinnamon roll to his core, completely misinterprets what he did wrong.

“Sorry! Is that not allowed? I should have thought- sorry.” He rubs the back of his head sheepishly “I can go back up and climb down again properly, if you want sorry.”

At this point he is under the inspection of the baffled stares of everyone in the room and the gym teacher is put in the position to explain that no, the problem wasn’t that that was cheating, it’s that you flung yourself into the air with no regard for life and limb and gave everyone a collective heart attack, and you are never going up on that thing again for all our sakes.

Which prompts Adrien to be like “Oh! But there were mats, I thought that’s what they were there for, plus they’re a much better target than my couch back home and I’ve only missed that twice.”

“You’ve done this before? With a couch? WHY?”

“Because the floor was lava. Uh, Sir.”

And that is how the entire class found out that Adrien Agreste is a precious sunbeam with no regard for his own safety who must be protected at all costs.

(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)

buckyballbearing:

Steve Rogers becoming a famous artist in the modern world, but not in the way anyone expected:

  • Sketching Bucky and Sam and Natasha on the placemat at a restaurant; the waitress figures out who they are from Sam’s credit card and sells the drawing on ebay
  • Drawing little monsters on kid’s casts at the Children’s Hospital, until Natasha finds a ‘Florida Man’ article about some idiot who tried to break his arm on purpose
  • Getting really hammered with Thor and tagging the side of Tony’s newest building with a DayGlo yellow caricature of the team – fifty stories up
  • Doing commissions for charity once and then never again, after someone seriously offers to pay him $200 for a six-stroke cat doodle 
  • (He does a nice watercolor of their childhood pet for free, and donates $1000 of his own money back to the charity)
  • Sending dumb doodles to his fans on Twitter; someone actually has one tattooed (insp. x

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  • Secretly starting a Tumblr and posting whatever he wants, when he wants, as ‘fanart’
  • His most popular tag is ‘nsfw avengers’

(via fireflyca)