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" But I knew him… "


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Nothing unexpected ever happened.

Nothing unexpected ever happened.


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luciawestwick:

Eurovision Song Contest 2014: JOIN US!


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do-not-touch-my-food:

Chocolate Chip Banana Pancakes

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Captain America Vol. 5 #5
"You do not understand. You cannot.”

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foxadhd:

Bigfoot spotted hiking in Canadian mountains

foxadhd:

Bigfoot spotted hiking in Canadian mountains


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ponderation:

Cosmic Evocation by Alexandre Deschaumes

ponderation:

Cosmic Evocation by Alexandre Deschaumes


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I have an action figure that they gave me like a while back of the winter soldier that I’d…you know… stare at for months.


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"…they call him the Winter Soldier…"


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vanillabeanlattes:

The Art of Villainy with Tom Hiddleston | F-TYPE Coupe (by Jaguar USA)

Imagine he’s just helped you in the Jag. You’re wearing your favorite little black dress which makes your ass look fantastic and oh he’s definitely seen and stared at it.

Then he gets in and just sits there, all stoic, his hand resting against his mouth as he looked out deep in thought.

You ask him what’s the matter, turning your body just enough toward him that it makes your already short dress ride up your thighs the tiniest bit. You watch his eyes divert over to your legs .

Then he moves his hand, slipping it between your thighs and slowly drawing it upward. When he speaks, his voice is low, gravelly… like the growl of the engine.

"I think we’re going to be a little late, darling."

Oh my damn.


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How do we tell the good guys from the bad guys? 

If they’re shooting at you, they’re bad. 


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untrustyou:

8.1日食。 by 青禾、 on Flickr.