I'm me. Deal with it. :)8

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snuffysbox:

twenty4mixtapes:

…aaaand Tom Hanks has his hand caught in a pickle jar.

“You have to let go. No, let go of the PICKLE.”
“But I want a pickle.” 

#sometimes i remember that tom hanks exists and the world seems a better place.

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shadowstep-of-bast:

edgebug:

I think that a lot of the reason Jarvis has become so human is because Tony treats him like he’s human. Tony talks to Jarvis in a very colloquial way. He says “you up?” when he knows damn well that Jarvis is operational. He says “throw a little hot-rod red in there” instead of “paint components x, y, and z with red paint #20.” Tony treats all his machinery like that—Dummy and You, especially—and Jarvis is no exception.

Jarvis has become much more human since Iron Man 1. He actually displayed emotions in Iron Man 3—specifically when he feared for Tony’s life, his voice sounded terribly frightened, and in instances like the second gif where he said “I need to sleep” and not “My battery is depleted.” Jarvis has grown and changed, as any self-aware creature does. He has become human because he is treated as such.

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scienceing:

An exotic creature from an alien world.

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alittlefascination asked: That is so cool!! I just wanted to ask, that happened today right? As in May 20th 2013? What time were the awards? Because new photos of Amy just came out an hour ago, she's currently at a Glamour magazine event with a completely different dress. And I can't find any of her at the Peabody's apart from your pictures! She was a judge right? Haha I'm wondering how she changed so fast!

Yup! It was earlier this morning. It started at 11 and went to about 2:30so she had a bit of time to change. She probably did it when she got out of the Peabody’s or something. 

And no she wasn’t there as a judge. She was just there. I think Lorne asked her to come since he won a Peabody. She was sitting with him at his table along with Fred Armisen and Kenan Thompson and other people I didn’t know xP8 Vannesa Bayer and some other newer cast members who I don’t know because I haven’t been able to keep up with the latest season were at the table next to them and both tables were right in front of my table so I was right there! It was incredibly surreal. 

alittlefascination asked: Wow that's so awesome!! How'd you get into the Peabody Awards and meet Amy Poehler?! Ugh so jelly

My mom works for the magazine company that makes the program and helps sponsor it! She helped put the program together and was able to get a ticket for her and me : )8 It was so awesome Amy is such an amazing person!

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thefandommenace:

I just want a fruit salad that isn’t 98% of these fucking things 

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a-cumberbatch-of-cookies: cloudwatchingangels: fionapondwilliams: prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient: Asylum Waiting Room of the Big Three. it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room. Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders. Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential. A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?” “It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care. “I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.” Supernatural gurgled something quietly. “No, I won’t forget the pie.” I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE

a-cumberbatch-of-cookies:

cloudwatchingangels:

fionapondwilliams:

prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:

Asylum Waiting Room of the Big Three.

it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here

Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.

Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.

Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.

A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”

“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.

“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”

Supernatural gurgled something quietly.

“No, I won’t forget the pie.”

I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE

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