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ireallyhatecornnuts:

arlenexii:

spamsterlady:

#So does this mean that almost all the Marvel movies leading up to Avengers were taking place at around the same time? #Like there were these 6 months of absolute hell at SHIELD #WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE’S AN ALIEN IN NEW MEXICO #SO NOW I HAVE AN ALIEN AND SOME BIGSHOT WHO’S FLYING AROUND IN A METAL SUIT #OH AND THE HULK BROKE HARLEM #THIS IS LOVELY #Coulson you’re on this (via Remustheravenclaw)

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Marvel has the entire marvel cinematic universe timeline available on their site. Yes, it all takes place at the same time; they call it “Fury’s Big Week.”

There’s a comic of it!

toomanylokifeels:

iwanttobebutterflies:

But I do expect people to behave like mature adults and recognize when they are pushing things on other people.

It’s the difference between asking for help or support and expecting it to be there and being upset when it isn’t.

The bitch, please was not because she’s depressed and I expect her to magically get over it (I don’t) but because she’s an expectant, selfish twat.  If she had asked for help instead of just expecting it, I’d be more sympathetic. 

Completely skipping all the rest of this interesting discussion, I have to address these lines here. I’m going to try to do so in a nice way, but I’m probably not going to succeed very well, because this is a big old red button for me.

People who are chemically depressed, even outside of anything at all in their life affecting them and/or causing depressive feelings, frequently cannot just ask for support. This is in fact one of the symptoms of that type of depression, an inability to reach out to others in any way for assistance.

For all that you (iwanttobebutterflies) claim to have experienced depression, I’m going to be cruel here and say no. No, you haven’t. You’ve obviously had a shit time in life and been screwed quite hard by social stuff, but you would not be able to say what you have said there if you had ever experienced that kind of chemical depression.

It is a horrible, sucking, gripping — no. I can’t even put it into words. I don’t want to. Nobody should feel it, even vicariously. But it is characterized by an inability to ask for help, to reach out, in some cases even by an inability to even recognize that you are suffering an illness and not just a horrible person.

Yes, you’re right in one thing: she was expectant, and selfish.

Don’t you dare say that like it was a bad thing. People have a right to be expectant regarding folk around them noticing how they feel and react to the world. People have a right to put themselves ahead of other folk occasionally. Does it cause problems? Fuck yes. It always will; we aren’t mindreaders and we all live in bone cages.

I’m expressing some of this very poorly. But in short, to say that “It’s the difference between asking for help or support[,] and expecting it to be there and being upset when it isn’t.” is to completely and utterly misconstrue Hester’s issues, and to wholly misunderstand what depression actually is.

Hester didn’t ask for help in a way other than suicide because she was not capable of doing so. It’s that simple.

THERE IS AN ACTUAL TOWN CALLED CUMBERLAND.

cumberbatchss:

thebakerstreetboys:

deductionsbrother:

benedict—cumberbatch:

b-cumberbatched:

equalspeeta:

cucumberbatchin:

shockblanketsarecool:

BRB, MOVING OUT 

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Look to the bottom left, and you’ll see Moran Family Park. Seriously, look at the map.

^^Oh my gosh, there is!!!
WAIT FOR ME CUMBERLAND BUS!

Bless, you silly fanfolk, there are whole COUNTIES named Cumberland. In the States, anyway. And rivers.

Stealing other peoples’ asks

I’m stealing other people’s asks, because they intrigue me.

It’s 10 am, you’re still on your PJ’s. You are drinking your coffee while checking your blog. Then all of the sudden you hear a knock on your door. You stare at it wondering who might be. You go walking to open the door, you could care less how you were dress. Then when you open the door it’s freaking Tom Hiddleston, and he says; “Good morning, our car broke down” pointing at Luke, who was besides the car “Would you be so kind to let me use your phone, darling” ….WHAT TO DO? — anon, for http://melwantsalokihug.tumblr.com/

In my house, I don’t get up early unless I have a reason, I don’t drink coffee. So the scenario is a bit different.

It’s 10 am, and my alarm has just gone off for the first time. My fiancé is working from home, like he does, and answers the door. Stormlight, the indoor-outdoor cat, streaks into the house, for which Tom immediately apologises, and Cro shrugs, telling him that it’s normal, and she’s probably hungry anyway.

Tom repeats his request, and Cro blinks at him (he’s probably wearing his kilts, because he does that) and makes a suggestion of whom to call, then hands his phone. If it’s now, it’s stupid hot outside, even at 10 am, and so Cro invites them to step inside the house while they wait.

Then, because he loves me, and is not overawed by people, he would come jerk me out of bed, to which I would protest until he said, “Naienko, get up, Tom Hiddleston is in our living room.”

I would FALL out of bed, yank on whatever pants I could reach first (I sleep in t-shirts), and scramble into the living room trying to flatten my hair. I would offer them a drink, because it’s stupid hot, and a seat, and apologise for the mess. Probably about that time Helios would appear and then we would have a conversation about cats, and my cats, and I would do the magic cat trick (crinkle the kittytreats bag) and introduce them all, and meanwhile Cro would be talking to Luke about what happened to the car.

And all the while my guts would be twisting because holy shit Tom Hiddleston is in my living room. And whenever he finally left, because I’m me, I would give him one of my cards, and forget to ask for a hug, and be abashed when he and Luke thanked us.