1. mayqueen517 said: I AM ALMOST EMBARRASSED AT THE DEPTH OF THE ATTRACTION I FEEL TOWARDS IDRIS ELBA. AND THEN THEY THROW REALLY AMAZING CARS INTO THE MIX? I just. *HANDS*

    I am posting this because I just want to confirm: being almost embarrassingly into it is the only reasonable reaction. He is attractive driving around in posh London in a Bugatti Veyron. He is attractive sitting at a counter in a Jersey diner, grinning at old dudes. He is so fucking hot that my face is going to GODDAMN MELT OFF BECAUSE HE IS DRIFTING WHILE WEARING A WHITE T-SHIRT AND THIS LITTLE SMILE CURVED INTO THE SIDE OF MOUTH while being taught how to drift and now he is in a tight tight tight black racing suit of some kind i can’t even

    also talking about being a fourteen year old boy with facial hair driving a mini oh my god

     
  2. we are watching episode two of idris elba’s king of speed

    it features him rolling around posh London driving a fucking Bugatti Veyron, wearing a beautiful shirt open at the throat.

    imma gonna die.

     
  3. katasstropheee:

    Make me choose:
    Anonymous asks Joan Watson or Marcus Bell

     
  4. She’s tore up plenty, but she’ll fly true.

    (Source: booshmanic)

     
  5. dragonzair said: ! Bell/Watson

    flybaldies:

    The first time Joan kicks off what are evidently four-inch heels on the welcome mat in the entrance corridor of Marcus’s apartment, his first thought is, whoa, I’m taller?

    His second thought is, We just chased that perp down three blocks before taking him down, is she a monster?

    What he says is, “Hey, you want something to drink? It’s like, heatstroke weather out there.”

    Joan gives him a smile that lights up the room (figuratively— at least, Marcus is pretty sure it’s figuratively, he’s well aware of the way rooms seem to just brighten up when Joan’s in them in ways that have absolutely nothing to do with their actual light level).

    "That would be amazing," she answers, settling down at the table he points her to, "if I’m not interrupting anything important."

    "It’s back to the grind after this. Trust me, you’re doing me a favor." Marcus doesn’t turn to look at her, busy picking two glasses out of a high cabinet, then filling both with ice. He asks her as he ducks into the fridge, "Apple juice? Orange? I’ve got some protein shakes too, if you skipped lunch."

    Joan checks her watch, her feet shifting uncomfortably (Marcus would be more surprised if they weren’t in some kind of pain, with the morning they’d had). “Orange juice,” she answers decisively, “and then I have to take off again. Staking out an apartment in Staten Island. The Mancini case.”

    "So you’re saying you didn’t eat lunch," Marcus says, voice flat.

    "I’ll grab something on the way."

    "Look, I know Holmes has been gone for a while, but you’re not gonna make it any easier on yourself by turning into the guy."

    Joan frowns, her expression severe. Marcus sets the orange juice on the table, then raises both hands, palm out. “I don’t mean to get into your business or tell you what to do, ‘cause you’ve been closing cases left and right. I ain’t complaining. I’m just saying.”

    Her expression softens, but Joan’s eyes narrow. “What about you, Marcus?” Her question already sets him on edge, but Joan looks pointedly at his fridge as she takes a sip of orange juice. “You don’t have any fresh produce in your fridge, your freezer’s stocked with frozen meals and Hot Pockets from Costco, I’m not sure that I’m the one who should be taking it easy.”

    Marcus slaps a hand over his heart, wincing in mock pain.

    Her head tilts, quickly as a bird’s, eyes bright and mischievous. “Don’t you think?”

    "Forget I said anything," he concedes, laughing. "But let me drop you off in Staten Island, yeah? I’ve gotta case a crime scene out there anyway, and your car’s in the shop, last I heard. The commute is torture."

    "Sure," Joan agrees as she finishes off the last of her juice, just barely resisting the urge to chase down an ice cube, "let me buy you lunch in return."

    She stands up, follows Marcus to the door and quickly slides her pumps back on, suddenly eye-level with him again. Marcus grabs his jacket and keys off the rack, holding the door open. “Well,” he says, “then you gotta let me treat you to dinner.”

    Looking at Marcus over her shoulder, Joan flashes him a warm smile, then faces forward again, leading the way out of his apartment.

     
  6. setsailslash:

    bitchcraftandwiggatry:

    putting my favorite people in a thing → Mr. & Mrs. Smith

    Idris Elba as John Smith
    Gina Torres
    as Jane Smith

    "Your aim’s as bad as your cooking sweetheart…and that’s saying something!"

    There’s fancasting and then there’s perfect casting.

     
  7. 16:00

    Notes: 11088

    Reblogged from hauntedjaeger

    Tags: manifestos

     
  8. quigonejinn said: in Jaeger F&F universe, think about stacker teaching mako to drive.

    mayqueen517:

    After the winnings have been collected and pressed into the moneybag that Herc always carries with him, Stacker finds himself watching Mako. It’s been six months and Stacker can see all the ways she’s come into her own; she swipes long, black hair out of her face before she’s halfway burying herself under the hood of Stacker’s car.

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    WHAT’S THE RULE?  MAKE A SQUEAKING NOISE OF DELIGHTED DELIGHT, REBLOG IT?  JESUS FUCK

     
  9. 08:00

    Notes: 445

    Reblogged from americachavez

    Tags: f: mcuc: natasha romanoff

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    droil:

Black Widow using palette 13 requested by comorbidities

    droil:

    Black Widow using palette 13 requested by comorbidities

     
  10. 16:00 24th Jul 2014

    Notes: 533

    Reblogged from currentboat

    Tags: f: architecture

    settingconsidered:

Mosteiro de Alcobaça (Azulejos), Portugal

    settingconsidered:

    Mosteiro de Alcobaça (Azulejos), Portugal

    (Source: soulstratum)

     
  11. 15:08

    Notes: 194

    Reblogged from acceber74

    Tags: f: elementary

     
  12. 13:25

    Notes: 3116

    Reblogged from pendragonslayer

    Tags: manifestos

    Anonymous said: I don't know who Ayn Rand is. Should I change that or just let it lie?

    raptorific:

    Imagine the baby that would result from a night of passion between Ebenezer Scrooge (before the spirits changed his ways) and Mr. Krabs from Spongebob. Now imagine that baby grew up and married the baby that would result from a night of passion between Yzma from the Emperor’s New Groove and Mr. Burns from the Simpsons. Now imagine the newlyweds had a baby of their own, and that baby was raised aboard a Ferengi Starship, where she was tutored in empathy and compassion by Lord Voldemort. Now imagine that baby grew up and someone told her that any opinions she might have or conclusions she might reach are based on objective logic and reason, and that anyone who disagrees with her is simply being irrational. Now multiply that person’s greed and heartlessness by 100 and you’ll begin to see something that comes close to resembling Ayn Rand.

     
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    girlannachronism:

Marchesa fall 2014 rtw details

    girlannachronism:

    Marchesa fall 2014 rtw details

     
  14. 11:54

    Notes: 3896

    Reblogged from knitmeapony

    Tags: f: gotc: sansa starkHOLY SHITSTSDF

    knitmeapony:

    agot:

    Always two there are, a master and an apprentice.

    When your power eclipses mine I will become expendable. This is the Rule of Two: one Master and one apprentice. When you are ready to claim the mantle of Dark Lord as your own, you must do so by eliminating me.

    SANSA STARK, SITH LORD, IS AN AU I NEED YESTERDAY OH MY GOD.

     
  15. mayqueen517:

    okay, I can work with that. how about someone walks in on stacker undressing? idk

    Okay then!

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