you all are aware that basically the face of the x-men franchise, the character that has been in every single live action x-men film since the beginning, the macho, beer-drinkin, chain smoking all around badass Wolverine is confirmed to be bisexual right
Nope. It was his son.
pretty sure i didn’t fucking stutter
if you ever get the chance please kiss me just fucking do it just go straight for the smooch and take it
182nd day of the year.
Congratulations you’ve officially wasted half a year.
I finally understand what Blink-182 means.
*sighs deeply* dylan o’brien
Stiles takes his job very seriously as a food critic; he knows his opinions can make or break a new restaurant, and any article he writes he’s careful to comment solely on the food (although atmosphere sometimes makes his way into his reviews). With his thousands of followers on his Tumblr and Twitter constantly asking for selfies and questions about what he looks like, Stiles is very careful to keep an anonymous profile in all his writings. It helps, nobody knowing what he looks like so restaurants can’t modify their food when they know he’s there judging them.
Okay, but this is the first time Stiles has ever wanted to comment— oh man, does he want to comment— on the waiter currently serving the food in his section. He’s got broad shoulders and the most ridiculously chiseled face and the perfect stubble that Stiles wants to rub his face all over. The waiter keeps scowling at everyone, it’s such a hilarious step back from the over-eager-sycophant attitude that Stiles expects in this five star kind of places. He responded to the Trademark Stilinski Flirtatious Grin (and Eyebrow Waggle) with a huff and a roll of his eyes, but Stiles swears he got checked out. Just a little. Maybe.
Stiles has been livetweeting his dining experience at Hale’s the past half-hour, waxing poetic about their fluffy bread and their soup du jour so far, currently waiting for his chicken parmesan to arrive. It’s a busy lunch hour, and he’s not the only one eating alone, so Stiles has no qualms about tweeting directly to the restaurant. He snickers every time the hot waiter reappears from the kitchen, looking around furiously a few minutes every time Stiles fires off another tweet. It’s hilarious. Someone must be telling him about the reviewer in their midst, but Stiles is pretty sure he’s not going to get caught.
Stiles switches over to his personal Twitter, biting his lip in admiration as he checks out that ass. Having a cute waiter like get me the chicken with a side of that dick please, he types out and sends with a grin. Scott will probably get a kick out of that.
A few seconds later his phone starts pinging with notifications, and Stiles frowns, puzzled— how in the— he only has like, twelve people following his private account, why would there be so many retweets and favorites already—
Stiles stares in horror at the very public tweet now on his professional account. He moves to delete it, but the damage is probably already done.
Stiles looks up from his phone where the hot waiter has returned. He’s holding Stiles’ order out and sets it on the table, giving Stiles a bemused look. “Your chicken,” he says, a smirk dancing on the corner of his lips. “And if you want the side dish let me know.”
Steve Irwin in a Jaeger would be entertaining.
Look over there. There’s a Catergory 3 Kaiju. Biggest one yet.
Ah’m gonna wrassle with it.
#yeah but who’s his drift partner. a crocodile. just a crocodile. its not a special or humanoid croc its literally just a croc strapped in.
THIS IS THE THIRD TIME I’VE REBLOGGED THIS BUT I DON’T CARE BECAUSE IT HAS IMPROVED EVERY TIME
songs that have an amazingly catchy and cool tune but really uncomfortable lyrics
I think we’re all thinking of the same thing but don’t dare speak its name for fear of summoning it.
We don’t talk about it
ARE THOSE BLURRED FUCKING LIMES