1. (Source: rickcasshole)

  2. 16:00 27th Jul 2014

    Notes: 374632

    Reblogged from vrabia

    Tags: f: animals






    this is the most romantic thing i’ve seen all day

    No shit. That tom cat was like:

    "This thorn invested wall means nothing."

    "I will gladly walk on it a thousand times over, if that means I could be with you, my lady."

    and the lady cat was all:

    "My brave darling."


    Suddenly my muse insisted me to draw the personification version of the last pic, and who am I to reject inspiration when it comes so willingly to me? At least this will help with the artblock issue I currently have to deal with.

    Russian imperial era inspired because hot damn.

    Note: I tried google reverse image (and other reverse image search engines) those photos and came up with nothing. I wish I knew the original photographer because I want to love hug him/her so hard for capturing such inspiring moments.

    OMG that’s the cutest thing ever and the best courtly love ah so brilliant.

    Few romantic heroes could do better.

    I don’t post cats often but that illustration.

    (Source: theamericankid)

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    daily dose of PR-related heartbreak

  4. flybaldies:

    quigonejinn asked for hot dads…!


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    When the announcement for all Rangers to report to the hangar comes, Sgt. Hercules Hansen falls into step behind M. Stacker Pentecost.

  5. 11:47

    Notes: 30

    Reblogged from goodworkperky

    Tags: pacific rim manifestos


    Fucking hell Herc and Stacker both have rings on their right ring fingers. I see you and your secret husband

  6. 08:00

    Notes: 1365

    Reblogged from steverogevs

    Tags: f: pacific rimc: mako mori

    The breach is sealed. Stop the clock.
  7. 00:03

    Notes: 9

    Man, it’s been over a decade since I’ve seen the Godfather, AND I FORGOT HOW MUCH I LOVE TOM HAGAN, who gets brought home one day like a stray dog by Sonny and ends up staying because he has no family and is put through law school by the Corleones and his devotion to themmmmmm and the theme of family and not family and business and.

    Basically, do me on early 70s Robert Duvall.

  8. (Source: katherlnepierce)

  9. image: Download


    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

  11. 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.

  12. katasstropheee:

    Make me choose:
    Anonymous asks Joan Watson or Marcus Bell

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

    (Source: booshmanic)

  14. dragonzair said: ! Bell/Watson


    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.

  15. setsailslash:


    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.