Where My Thoughts Run Random

Where my thoughts have houses and my houses have thoughts.

I am 19 years old and a female and this is place where I geek out without fear of judgement. Posts can include Merlin, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Percy Jackson, Hannibal, Human Rights, and then little odds and ends here and there.

April 24, 2014 12:08 pm

black-nata:

The Avengers Script [X]

"like a piece of shit rag doll" whedon is a poet

(Source: hxcfairy, via thechaosreigns)

12:07 pm

laterovaries:

beanup:

hiddlesbiscuit:

foreverlokid:

homeofwords:

… still a few missing

OMG CAN WE PLEASE HAVE PIRATE!LOKI?!

um YES PLEASE unf

OMG I am FUCKING DEAD from this!!!!! Seriously!!!! Hot Damn

laterovaries

limegreenandloki

Holy fucking shit. Give me that. In mah bed. NOW.

(via thechaosreigns)

12:05 pm

moonkistprincess:

elexuscal:

the-wonders-of-unreality:

If you haven’t taken the ‘Which Citizen of Night Vale are You?’ test then you’re missing out. 

oh god i got Steve Carlsburg

I’m just going to sit and try to work out what went wrong in my life

i got intern dana!!!! <3

(via ellingtonboots)

11:09 am 8:27 am
"Because a strong man, who has known power all his life, may lose respect for that power. But a weak man knows the value of strength, and knows compassion."
April 23, 2014 9:55 pm

cecehobbit:

My collage I made (pictures aren’t mine) in support of some of my favourite characters from only a few of my fandoms

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9:52 pm 9:25 pm 9:25 pm 8:47 pm

A snippet

indianajen:

Howard closed the door quietly behind them and sealed out the noise from the rest of the office.

"We’ll add chairs later," he said from behind her but Peggy wasn’t paying attention. All she could see was the wall in front of her.

It was the same smooth granite that graced the other walls of the bunker but etched into this one were three tiny replicas of the newly created SHIELD emblem. Underneath each one, it read:

1942
1943
1943

Peggy realized that Howard was holding out a leather bound book. “You have nicer handwriting than I do,” he commented. “I think you know what to write on the first page.”

When she didn’t immediately take it, he looked towards the wall. “We weren’t official then but they’re as much a part of this as we are. We’re asking a lot of the men and women we’ve recruited and the ones we haven’t found yet. If we do this right, the ones who don’t make it won’t be named in history books. Their families won’t be told the real reason why mommy or daddy won’t be coming home. Their secrets will remain hidden.”

"Except to us," she finished.

"Except to us. Think it’s the least we could do."

On the first line of the first page, Peggy wrote:

Erskine, Abraham
Barnes, James ‘Bucky’

She looked up at Howard as her pen stalled on the third line. “I miss him so much,” Peggy whispered, giving voice to their own shared pain.

"So do I."

Rogers, Steve

"There will be other names." It wasn’t a question. "Will they be harder or easier to write?"

"Carter, I hope for all of us," Howard sighed, closing the book, "that this never gets easy."

(Quick note: the idea of the memorial wall stolen from the CIA Memorial Wall.)