Thor making a series of vines where he hands the other Avengers mjolnir casually like ‘hold this’ when they’re not paying attention and obviously they fall over and it’s hilarious
and he tries to do it to Steve and he’s like ‘hold this, Steve’ and without looking up from his paper Steve’s like ‘sure’ and takes it off if him, he just calmly holds it and continues to read
The rest of the vine is just Thor’s stunned and impressed expression
The only silver lining I can possibly see is that my baby Bou Bou’s story might make us angry enough that we stop accepting brutal SWAT raids as a normal way to fight the “war on drugs.” I know that this has happened to other families, here in Georgia and across the country. I know that SWAT teams are breaking into homes in the middle of the night, more often than not just to serve search warrants in drug cases. I know that too many local cops have stockpiled weapons that were made for soldiers to take to war. And as is usually the case with aggressive policing, I know that people of color and poor people are more likely to be targeted. A SWAT team blew a hole in my 2-year-old son. (via wilwheaton)
Zoe and Wash, while deeply forever ridiculously in love, are not drift compatible.
Zoe and Mal are drift compatible.
Kaylee and Wash are drift compatible, and they have the best piloted, sweetest running jaeger ever been seen in the ‘verse - the best piloted, sweetest running jaeger ever to run away from a kaiju.
(also, the sudden thought of River Tam in a jaeger is rutting terrifying)
She hung from the ceiling, a perfect, motionless sculpture of a girl in the process of becoming a fruitbat. Simon glanced up at her periodically, both checking that she was still present, and reassuring himself that the grind of the machines overhead would keep her from hearing what he had to say. It wasn’t that he was keeping secrets from her; River knew everything about her condition, sometimes more than he did. It was that she didn’t like being talked about, and he respected that.
"They weren’t trying to unlock psychic powers or anything like that, no matter what the rumors say," he said, his voice shaking slightly. Kaylee shifted her weight from foot to foot, disturbed by that tremor in his words. Simon Tam was the best K-scientist she’d ever worked with. For him to sound scared…
"Those people, those monsters…" Simon paused to take a deep breath, relaxing a little at the taste of oil on his tongue. Enough time spent with Kaylee had turned grime into perfume. "They were trying to set up a neural bridge inside a single mind. They wanted to do away with the need for drift compatibility, and privatize the Pilots. Imagine being able to market Jaegers for domestic and commercial use, because you only needed one Pilot, and that Pilot was so doped and dependent that they could never leave you."
"That’s horrific," whispered Kaylee. "They…they messed up her brain tryin’ to do something as can’t be done?"
"Oh, it can be done," said Simon grimly. "They succeeded.
"My sister is in constant Drift with herself."
YOU GET ME THE BEST PRESENTS <333
I hate that moment between “I will write fic to amuse a person” and that person responding because WHAT IF I WROTE IT WRONG.
Men don’t appreciate the amount of self-control women have to exercise in order not to spend their entire lives face-palming.
"Will 100 tampons be enough for a week?"
"Depends. How many do you plan on using?"
I would genuinely like to meet the engineer who believes that someone who has a period uses, at the very least, fourteen tampons a day.