#you know thor is gonna go throw his room all ‘I USED TO HAVE ONE!’ just so he can give it to jane so she can take apart #maybe he can’t find out and asks volstagg for one bc his kids have 300 #but also!!! THAT SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS AN ASGARDIAN BALL IS SO ADVANCED #and jane finds such wonder in it #and even when she realised that it’s ball it doesn’t take away from it #and thor doesn’t mock her for it #he thinks it’s cute #he’s definitely gonna find that ball #he’s sure he had one #maybe he broke it
Yeah, I can’t resist to reblog just to remind everybody that Thor fell for Jane Foster in the first place because she was so damn clever, and curious, and passionate about her work, and obstinate, and he was impressed and amazed and so touched to see the humans more resourceful than he thought and hey, here is another bit of Thor’s personality, he’s just so happy to have been proven wrong now that it allows him to see the best in people—
I just fail to understand why so many would dislike Jane Foster, and even more erase her character from their works; she is absolutely marvellous, both unbelievable and terribly realistic, adorable and awkward, driven but sweet, kind but relentless, and so fucking gifted. And there are people wondering why Thor is interested in her?! Argh!
Also this scene is quite wonderful: you have two people who had a crush on each other last time they met, but who have been unable to see each other since, and the current events are hardly allowing them to get to know each other better—and they kinda find themselves in the same situation they were last time, and you see how they reconnect and it’s just perfect. Perfectly untimely and a little bit tragic, too.
Re-reblogging for the commentary.
Where is this from?!?!?! I thought I watched all the deleted scenes on the blu-ray!
omgosh, Thor finding his old ball, and it’s broken, so he feels REALLY bad, but no one else has one that he’s friends with, and he can’t exactly take a ball away from one of the children—Jane probably wouldn’t like that and besides it’s not exactly behavior fitting the Prince of Asgard and protector of the nine realms. So he tries to fix up his childhood ball but blast it, he made it worse, oh pickles. Loki used to be good at this stuff, at the clever fiddly stuff. Thor was much better at throwing the ball really hard and shattering trees with it.
So he brings the ball to Jane sheepishly on Earth with a bow tied around it and is like “I know you wanted a working one but this is my old one and it’s broken but I’d be honored if you had it. Perhaps you can keep it as a memento while I try and find you a working one.”
And Jane gasps and holds the ball tight to herself and she says “No, Thor!!! This is perfect!! This is even better. You gave me a BROKEN ball!! Now I can learn about it by trying to fix it!!!” And she hugs Thor and kisses Thor and they fall into her rickety little bed in her London flat and, oh, well: that’s something else Jane will have to fix in the morning, but Thor is pretty sure he can help with this one, it’s just slats of wood and hammering it in place, and if there’s one thing he’s pretty good at, it’s hitting things with his hammer.
(The hammer, in this case, is not his penis. Though he wouldn’t object if Jane wanted a round with that hammer before getting to work with a Migardian hammer in the morning. A non-penis Migardian hammer.)
And so the next morning Darcy makes tea and smiles real big at Thor as he sits shirtless at the kitchen table and drinks the terrible muddy water. He knows what Darcy is smiling at—it’s why he gave Jane back her robe before answering the door. He figured that Darcy is one of Jane’s friends and if something so simple as his Asgardian physique makes her happy, that’s something Thor could do.
So he sits int he kitchen and drinks tea and makes these strange little Migardians happy with his bare chest and some broken toy from when he was a child. It’s easy, to make them happy. But, Thor should be one to talk: He’s watching his Migardian lady with sleep-crusted eyes poking with metal tools at his broken childhood toy, and he’s pretty happy himself.
Now he just has to rebuild that bed.
REBLOGGING FOR THAT PERFECT LITTLE FANFICTION AHHH FEELS
The Characters of Tara Strong
Not just teen Dill, baby dill too.
Tara Strong is in everything man. XD
She’s like a female John DiMaggio
always reblog m’lady queen tara.
she’s been in a lot of video games too; harley quinn in arkham city, squirrel girl in marvel heroes, flashwing in skylanders…
HELLO KITTY MAN THO
so my sister had homecoming last weekend and all the guys in her group secretly decided on undercover superhero identities and wore the corresponding colors to match the shirts underneath and revealed them during this picture and it was perfect.
National Pet Day seems like a good day to play Laser Cats, until they invent National Laser Cat Day. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.com
Let’s Draw: Lady Knights
Compiled them all into a photoset. The prompts, respectively:1) Fists, Top Heavy, Nervous, Indian, Shark/Piscine
2) Bow, Petite, Honest, Spanish, Boar
3) Staff, Skinny, Evil, Aztec, Insectoid
4) Mace, Bulky, Mischievous, Russian, Big Cat
5) Axe, Short, Glum, Japanese, Snake
6) Sword, Athletic, Bashful, Roman, Bird of Prey
7) Shield, Perky, Plump, English, Rabbit
Another fun exercise! At the moment I’m thinking up another prompt to try. Hopefully it’ll be just as interesting!
depression is when you don’t really care about anything
anxiety is when you care too much about everything
and having both is just like whatHaving both is staying in bed because you don’t want to go to school and then panicking because you don’t want to fail. Having both is wanting to go see your friends so you don’t lose them all, then staying home in bed because you don’t want to make the effort. Having both is insanely hard and sucks to deal with.
for me, the anxiety led to the depression. it’s kind of like “ohgodohgodohgod im gonna fail fuckfuckfuck flail flailflail whatdo whatdo” then i overload and just sort of give up on everything, hating myself for failing short of my expectations and then unable to move from the weight of my miserable failings. its like my anxiety sets me up for failure, and then the depression knocks me out the rest of the way.
the anxiety makes me restless and panicky, while the depression kills all my energy to do anything but mentally thrash around.
maybe like drinking 14 cans of red bull all at once then being chained to a 300ib iron ball and told to live a normal life?
but all that is a gross over-simplification and probably only applies to me anyway….so yeah…back into my little corner go i.
ah! thanks for the heads up. i’ve gone ahead and tweaked my profile there in response, so that you know it’s me ^^
I played with a baby wallaroo this morning
ONLY IN ‘STRAYA MATES !
So, you could afford glasses, but not a shirt?
Well I can’t see without them so yeah I sort of have to wear glasses to function.
If I choose not to wear a shirt it’s because I feel like not wearing a shirt, not because I cannot afford it.
How about you reblog the thousands upon thousands of pornographic material with topless woman in it and ask them if they can afford clothes.
Oh wait, that wouldn’t be a problem would it, because a woman can only be topless if it’s in a sexual scenario.
Ooooooo shiiiiiit that reply tho
wow to be honest i didnt even notice she was topless till i read the comments because my eyes were too busy with OMG CUTE
"Beg your pardon madam?"
im not sure what youre begging my pardon over…my statement wasn’t that confusing was it?
FUCK I FORGOT THAT THE BIRD STORE I WORK AT HAS ONE BABY BIRD THAT LIKES TO SLEEP IN PEOPLES POCKETS IM HOME AND SOMETHING IS MOVING IN MY POCKET OH FUCK
probably. i dont have any stories up there at the moment, i mostly have an account so i can comment and lurk ^^ and maybe one day have a finished fic to post… *le sigh*
why do you asK?