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Even though his roles in Bicentennial Man and A.I. aren’t pictured, I still found this to be pretty damn precious and beautiful.

Even though his roles in Bicentennial Man and A.I. aren’t pictured, I still found this to be pretty damn precious and beautiful.




"To live would be an awfully big adventure" 

Hook (1991)



Rest in Peace, darling.  (′︿‵。)





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rubydreamer:

[…]Winter Soldier is this crazy, dark, RoboCop-type figure who is somewhat human but mechanised, completely messed up. Slightly human but completely tortured and completely manipulated, but crucially mechanised. So I said you know what, I’m gonna do something completely crazy and dark for the Winter Soldier, and I’m just gonna go for it. I hadn’t worked with these directors before, and away from picture I just wrote a suite for the Winter Soldier that was about six or seven minutes long that I spent ages on and treated it like a record. The idea being that if I get this vibe right, if I nail this six or seven minute thing which I think is the essence of the character and it’s super radical and it’s not that traditional and not completely orchestral because I want to save some of that for Captain America, let’s just see what these guys say. I played it for them really loud, and after they were finished there was a bit of a silence, and then Joe [Russo] went “I love it! Awesome!”

 Henry Jackman on theme music he composed for the Winter Soldier character 

(Warning: the track is indeed weird and creepy and unsettling and so totally fucking awesome)




honeygsweetescape:

Versailles being a palace of rumour as well as a centre of power, it was not long on the following morning before it was being hinted that these expectations had not been fulfilled.

marie antoinette: the journey by antonia fraser




They have so many names for you…




experimentallycanthropy:

The Avengers Natural Born Killers AU: Clint/Natasha

She sprawls lengthways across the booth chair, her leatherclad legs stretching out forever, fatal weapons hidden in plain sight. She twists her drink idly, her hair piled high around her head where it rests against the wall; red and dark just a little too wild for someone in a sound state of mind. She has three crimson slashes across one porcelain cheek, bruises ringing her wrists, and the eyes of every man in the bar on her. 
‘Hey baby, you’re lookin’ a little rough tonight.’ A man settles lazily into the booth opposite her, and smiles with just a touch of smugness.
Her eyes slide across to him, but the rest of her body doesn’t move. She raises an eyebrow.
The man seems to take this badly, because he settles forward, ‘Hell, I’m just toying with ya, honey. You know as well as I do that you’re hot little piece of ass. I see the way you’re sittin’ there, just waiting for some action to come your way, you little whore.’
He’s drunk, handsome in some ways, rough around the edges and reminds her just a little too much of a Clint gone wrong, a Clint who hates her, and of all the wrong in the world, the one thing she cannot bear is a world without Clint’s all consuming awe and adoration of her. They’ve been apart too long; they had to split up to avoid Fury, and she’s spinning in the absence of his wonderful mad mind.
That’s when spray of blood settles lightly across her face. All the noise in the bar ceases with the abrupt scream of the barmaid, and Natasha finally moves. She swings around to look at the corpse slumped in front of her. Clint leans forward on the back of the booth, casual as anything, the man’s slit throat gaping wide between his arms. He has a knife in one hand, a rose in the other. 
‘Hey darling,’ he murmurs, his eyes dark on her body, on her blood-spattered face, ‘miss me?’
She burns the building down just to show him how much.

experimentallycanthropy:

The Avengers Natural Born Killers AU: Clint/Natasha

She sprawls lengthways across the booth chair, her leatherclad legs stretching out forever, fatal weapons hidden in plain sight. She twists her drink idly, her hair piled high around her head where it rests against the wall; red and dark just a little too wild for someone in a sound state of mind. She has three crimson slashes across one porcelain cheek, bruises ringing her wrists, and the eyes of every man in the bar on her.

‘Hey baby, you’re lookin’ a little rough tonight.’ A man settles lazily into the booth opposite her, and smiles with just a touch of smugness.

Her eyes slide across to him, but the rest of her body doesn’t move. She raises an eyebrow.

The man seems to take this badly, because he settles forward, ‘Hell, I’m just toying with ya, honey. You know as well as I do that you’re hot little piece of ass. I see the way you’re sittin’ there, just waiting for some action to come your way, you little whore.’

He’s drunk, handsome in some ways, rough around the edges and reminds her just a little too much of a Clint gone wrong, a Clint who hates her, and of all the wrong in the world, the one thing she cannot bear is a world without Clint’s all consuming awe and adoration of her. They’ve been apart too long; they had to split up to avoid Fury, and she’s spinning in the absence of his wonderful mad mind.

That’s when spray of blood settles lightly across her face. All the noise in the bar ceases with the abrupt scream of the barmaid, and Natasha finally moves. She swings around to look at the corpse slumped in front of her. Clint leans forward on the back of the booth, casual as anything, the man’s slit throat gaping wide between his arms. He has a knife in one hand, a rose in the other.

‘Hey darling,’ he murmurs, his eyes dark on her body, on her blood-spattered face, ‘miss me?’

She burns the building down just to show him how much.





How do you do the book thingy on your blog? It's so cool oh my god.


So sorry for delay, RL has been insane. But I got those nifty banners from this awesome chicky Hope that helps!




GOTTA CATCH 'EM ALL!! 

Welp, I know what I’m doing all day.




Nymeria’s blood is in me, along with that of Mors Martell, the Dornish lord she married. On the day they wed, Nymeria fired her ships, so her people would understand that there could be no going back.




thelunarchroniclesbooks:

IT’S HERE, LUNARTICS! JOIN THE RESISTANCE!

thelunarchroniclesbooks:

IT’S HERE, LUNARTICS! JOIN THE RESISTANCE!




f-l-e-u-r-d-e-l-y-s:

. Katerina Plotnikova  on Tumblr

Katerina Plotnikova is a fine art photographer from Russia who explains her work as “another tale about wonderland.” Her images are simple, yet stunning. Welcome to the magical land of Katerina. Her photography conjures up dreams of serenity and gentleness.




    pennyforajenny:

    That flute solo though~~

    o.O  *eargasm*




    thorsty:

    Tom Hiddleston as Captain America (x)




    It’s beginning to look like…

    It’s beginning to look like…