“NOW, BABY BROTHER, HOLD MY HAND WHILE WE CROSS THE STREET.”
“Thor, stop that. I’m an adult.”
“HOLD MY HAND, BROTHER.”
“I’m not your brother.”
“HOLD MY HAND.”
“Fine.
“HALT DEAR BROTHER—I HAVE BEEN INFORMED THE PROPER ACTION BEFORE CROSSING A MIDGARDIAN STREET IS TO LOOK BOTH WAYS. ALLOW ME TO DO SO FOR THE BOTH OF US.”
“Thor, every mode of transportation these pathetic humans have created would only bruise us at best—”
“THAT IS NOT THE POINT, BROTHER. AS GODS IT IS OUR RESPONSIBILITY TO SET AN EXAMPLE FOR THE YOUNGER GENERATION!”
“How many times must I remind you that such sentimental nonsense will have no sway over my decisions?”
“THINK OF THE MIDGARDIAN CHILDREN, BROTHER!”
“…”
“…”
“…THE CHILDREN!”
All the images of Jim in a vest, nervous because it’s his wedding day and he’s having emotions. And his dad comes through the door and says in a thick Irish brogue “When I met your mother she punched me in the jaw and and I slapped her in the face. Forty years later we’re still happy together and very much in love with each other.” And Jim rolls his eyes and gives his dad his fag and sighs, “When I met Sebastian he shot me,” and his accent is as thick as his dad’s because this is home and he doesn’t need to hide when he’s at home. “So you’re meant to rule the world,” his father says with a proud look in his eyes.
(Source: bakerstreetspylog, via opusqe)
Sebastian, why is there a rubber duck in your bathroom?
Yes of course I’m using your toothbrush. I know where that’s been unlike that one that’s been sitting there for years.
Did we ever blow up that Ukraine bank?
Hey look, a penny. Yes, of course I’m keeping it, Moran. Head’s up means good luck.
Call me a leprechaun again and I will use this toothbrush to tear your brain through your nose.
(via opusqe)
(via themightyskylarks)
He still believed in heroes.
An Agent of Conviction
^excuse me as I sob into my cereal
weeping openly
UGH
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(Source: bitofaparadox, via jedicathy)




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