can someone please make one of those bullet point head canon posts about shit chowder has done when he’s gotten bored on ice during games

i volunteer omg i love chowder and i love when (my) teams are leading like 5-1 by third period and the goalie just does whatever! ok so like:

• the first time march came to watch him play, he came up to the glass during the game while an opposing player was scoring on the empty net • and there were times where he skated all the way to the blue line just for fun and then he got scared he’d get scored on so he went back to his crease • chowder has definitely laid down on his stomach and flopped around pretending to be a shark • he also pretended that his gatorade bottle was a water gun on MANY occasions • he probably sat on top of his net kinda like kari lehtonen does when his team has a huge lead • and let’s be real he probably took a nap at least twice • at some point he went to the bench to get his phone and live tweeted the rest of the game, luongo style • he probably took a few selfies too • and he may or may not have scrambled to put his glove back on after realizing that the game was still in action • and he might have dropped his phone and forgotten about it • he also might have cried every time the coaches scolded him for not staying focused

If you struggle with self-care and see this, stop what you're doing

Whatever you have or haven’t done today just know you’re super strong and I am so proud of you

Okay you can go back to blogging now~ <3

This is special New Year’s bread shaped like a pretzel, which I made because elisera told me about her family’s tradition of making them. It’s delicious!

its so upsetting to see how people observe women reacting to sexual harassment with common coping techniques and then claim that means they’re ‘comfortable’ with it

just because someone is laughing doesnt mean theyre ok with you fucking touching their ass or saying something inappropriate

laughing and shrugging things off is a reaction from shock. trust me when shit like that happens, seconds after laughing and acting like youre ‘supposed’ to act, it sets in what just happened and it feels disgusting, and wrong, and you get the most awful mixture of shame and anger that cant be satisfied and nobody ever wants to listen to how much it upset you because it doesnt matter to them. it sticks with you for days, even weeks. you shake thinking about it. its disgusting and humiliating. its fucking WRONG.

dont you dare fucking say that women are ok with harassment because they laugh to shrug it off. we are told we have to treat people like this. we’re told we have to accept things that happen to us. we fucking learn that any other reaction can get us fucking killed so shut the hell up

what is it with fics today? is it let’s see how fast we can make you close the tab day?

eta: first sentence.

jaythenerdkid (via effiestrinkets)

let’s not overlook the arm veins

This website is made up of killers

A compilation of my favourite ‘we’re all killers’ posts.

"You have to come from your core really tight

shoulders down, neck long

and then just think “MURDER’, and walk.”

-Charlize Theron.

I think we could all use a tiny kitten on our screens from time to time.

I DON”T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO OR SAY ABOUT THIS, I JUST WANNA READ A STORY WHERE Derek is incredibly self-conscious about kissing, like, hooked up a lot in New York but hasn’t kissed anyone since Paige and Kate and Jenny doesn’t count because he was wasn’t quite himself during the kissing and forgot to get weirded out MY POINT IS MEANWHILE, Stiles is the exact opposite, as someone who has had sex two times but has made out with half of his dorm floor (there was a blackout) and various other people, like Stiles spent his freshman year in college making out with people and it didn’t get much further than that, maybe due to Hearts-of-Darkness issues, trying to keep it light, afraid, still, of what might happen if he got in too deep with someone, ALL I WANT IS STILES sort of cracking his knuckles and saying, okay, he can definitely teach Derek how to kiss.

Derek crosses his arms, says, he knows how to kiss, thanks, and sort of glares at Stiles like maybe that will help someone develop appropriate boundaries around here, unlike Scott McCall, who doesn’t understand that personal information that wolf brothers perhaps mention to each other while loping across a bright moonlit field of snow aren’t meant to be broadcast to the whole damn pack, to people who aren’t even quite in the pack no matter how pretty their mouths are or how good they probably are at kissing—

"I’m not going to make you do it or anything!" Stiles says, getting offended and sort of red in the face (because let’s face it, Scott has a soft spot a mile wide and sort of a big mouth and everyone knows not to touch Derek without asking first, which Derek finds embarrassing and is also amazed at what a difference it makes, not having to brace himself for contact he doesn’t want and never asked for.)

It starts to sort of seem like a good idea is the thing, because Derek just gets nerves about kissing, and he feels like he should have it ironed out because he’s fucking 27, and who’s still wondering what you do with your hands and if it’s too much tongue when you’re 27 (I mean, obviously, everyone is, with everyone new you meet, you have to learn kissing all over again, but Derek doesn’t know that.) Kissing Stiles will be—low pressure. Maybe even fun. Weird, but. okay.

It is weird, because Stiles has named half of his moves (“Signature moves!”) and probably sends Derek a powerpoint presentation about hand positioning and cheek gliding beforehand. He makes a zillion cheap cracks and brings Derek a root beer flavored Bonne Belle lip smacker.

What Derek doesn’t know is that Scott took Stiles aside and said Derek was weird and sad about this kissing thing and that Stiles better not fuck it up or make him sadder, and Stiles went home and spent twelve hours on that fucking powerpoint just to make Derek roll his eyes, crack a smile when he thought Stiles wasn’t looking.

Also the faint waver in Stiles’ voice the first time Derek cradles his head and nuzzles in against his throat, says, “like that?” and Stiles says,

"What? um, yup—yes, that’s. something like that, sure. That—works," his voice giving out at the last minute, knees going weak.

Go Back to S L E E P.

oh my god this is legitimately scary

this fucking show

This is the attitude that every creative artist needs to take.

When you’re wondering if you have the guts to post that new fanfic or to send your manuscript to a publisher, remember this.

this is my motto

I need to learn to think this way.

thank you Craig

So beautiful, so perfect, so what I wish I felt.

Best underreaction ever.

That guy needs his own movie.

In my headcanon, Bruce mentioned this to Nick Fury, and Nick immediately sent Maria Hill out to hire him.   He’s the night watchman, runs the cameras and patrols the halls of one of SHIELD’s front companies, over one of their most important top secret facilities.  The guy doesn’t know what he’s sitting on, of course, but he’s unflappable and unfailingly sensible and sees the facility through every weird situation with the same patient attitude.

Bruce appreciates him and always makes sure to stop by the desk when he’s nearby, ask about the guy’s wife and kids and grandkids.  He gets invited to Thanksgiving and the missus keeps trying to set him up with their daughter.

When Steve meets him, they swap war stories and instantly become BFFs, and sometimes Steve comes by during the guy’s shift with classic diner food and they play Gin for a couple hours over burgers or soup or meatloaf with mashed potatoes and Coca-Cola in glass bottles.

Thor loves to hear the guy tell stories, and believes him the skald of SHIELD.

All this. Yep. Done.  Head-canon uploaded.

I reblogged this over the summer BUT SO WORTH ANOTHER ONE