bella8876

intergalacticsloth:

askerenjaegerisfuckingawesome:

tennants-hair:

VIVA LA PLUTO MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!

DO YOU SEE THIS? DO YOU? ALL OF YOU WHO HAD WRITTEN OFF PLUTO, WHO HAD CROSSED IT OFF YOUR PLANET LIST? REMEMBER HOW IT WAS ‘TOO SMALL” TO BE A PLANET? HOW NASA, IN COLLABORATION WITH THE INTERNATIONAL ASTRONOMICAL UNION REMOVED ITS PLANETARY STATUS AND  CHANGED ITS NAME TO 134340? HOW EVERYONE THEN CONSIDERED THERE TO BE EIGHT PLANETS, NOT NINE?

BUT SOME OF US REMAINED LOYAL TO PLUTO. IT WAS NEVER FORGOTTEN. AND NOW HERE WE ARE, AND JUSTICE IS UPON US AFTER 8 YEARS.

BECAUSE GUESS WHAT? PLUTO HAS AT LEAST FIVE MOONS, A PRETTY BIG NUMBER FOR A ”DWARF-PLANET”, HUH? ESPECIALLY WHEN EARTH, QUITE BIGGER THAN PLUTO AND AN OFFICIAL PLANET ONLY HAS ONE. AND GUESS WHAT ELSE? ERIS, THE PLANET WHICH EVERYONE THOUGHT TO BE BIGGER THAN PLUTO, MAY NOT BE BIGGER AFTER ALL. AND THE BEST PART IS THAT PLUTO HAS AN ATMOSHPERE. THAT’S RIGHT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, A SUPPOSEDLY NON-PLANET HAS AN ATMOSPHERE. AGAIN, ISN’T THAT IMPRESSIVE?

SO LOOK AT THIS. NEW FINDINGS, AND A NEW AGE FOR PLUTO. AN AGE OF RECOGNITION AND APPRECIATION. AND ALLOW ME TO CLOSE THIS -somewhat aggressive-PRESENTATION OF OPINION WITH THE MOTTO OF THE PLUTO APOLOGISTS: VIVA LA PLUTO!

Get “Viva la Pluto” to be a trending tag

The Pluto fandom doesn’t fuck around

isneezestars

gazzymouse:

too-cool-for-facebook:

crankystalfos:

jackiemakescomics:

captaintsundere:

authormichals:

Manueluv and I are convinced Agent K is Coulson’s father. Hell, MIB is even owned by Marvel. 

Welp. Never gonna unsee this.

Shiiiiiiiiiiiit

HEADCANON ACCEPTED SO FAST I THINK I BROKE SOMETHING

Guys - who do you think told Phil all those stories about Cap?

THIS POST IS OVER 2 YEARS OLD AND IT JUST. GOT. BETTER.

bonesbuckleup

Anonymous asked:

Please, Bruce. Just Bruce anything.

bonesbuckleup answered:

He stood in line at the corner store, milk in one hand and a box of cereal in the other.  For all Tony insisted that he has people - people that Bruce had yet to see like, ever - to bring food and restock necessities, Bruce’s food had an alarming habit of disappearing without warning.  He knew it was Tony.  He’d found crumbs of his granola on Tony’s desk and the empty containers of his yogurt in Tony’s trash and even, that one time, walked in to find Tony with a mouthful of Bruce’s chocolate chips and looking like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching semi.

Anyway.

This particular morning, Bruce had woken up to an empty box of cereal in the pantry and a millimeter of milk left in the carton, still sitting in the refrigerator.  So here he was, 7AM on a Saturday, waiting in line so that he could eat his breakfast.

He took the change from the cashier and walked out onto the road.  He fumbled with his wallet, trying to get his money back into it.  He paused, feeling the familiar prickling sensation of being watched.  He looked up, scanning the area.

 Just to his right at the bus stop, a woman was standing with her daughter.  The little girl, who couldn’t be more than seven, was staring at Bruce openly.  Her brows were ever so slightly furrowed, mouth hanging open.  It was a look he’d seen a million times before, like they couldn’t quite believe what it was they were seeing.  But the thing was, Bruce hadn’t seen it directed at him before - at Steve, almost daily.  At Tony, every time they walked out the door.  Thor couldn’t sneeze without people openly gaping, and even Clint and Natasha got it their fair share.  But Bruce?  People only recognized the other guy.

The kid was still staring at him, like she was almost sure who he was but didn’t dare to believe it.

So Bruce scrunched up his face in the imitation of a growl and made his hands into fists, imitating a smashing gesture.  The kid looked like it was Christmas Eve and she’d just caught Santa beneath the tree, eyes wide and smiling big enough that Bruce was a little worried her face is going to split in two.

The bus pulled up, and the girl’s mother pulled her on board.  And when Bruce walked back to the tower, he felt like his steps were a little bit lighter.