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queerhawkeye:

bruce wayne, oliver queen and tony stark meet up to discuss how hard is to be a super rich, super hot, non-super-powered superhero.  an arrow enters through the window and hits the middle of the table. it has a note attached. “you are all losers. also i borrowed batman’s car. xoxo kate bishop”

irresistible-revolution:

if you think i’m over Pacific Rim ur wrong

Anonymous asked:
What's it like being an adult

stupidstagram:

"should i buy a news paper? i have the cnn app? does that count? should i buy a coffee maker? it will probably save me a lot of money? but then i have to buy coffee beans? i dont know shit about coffee beans! should i act like i’m reading this bottle of wine for a few minutes before i head straight to the discount vodka section? should i go to the supermarket and buy broccoli? i fucking hate broccoli did i just get invited to a fucking dinner party .. …what do you bring to a dinner party???? TAX SEASON SHOTS FOR EVERYONE! wakes up staring at a ceiling that is not my own ..did i just burn toast? how did i make it this far in life without fucking DYIGN i’m so DUMB and sTUPD and i cant do anyhtign  right.. yeah hey mom yeah i’m fine how are you" 

mapsontheweb:

Map showing the route of the 80 mile Death March after the surrender of american and Filipino soldiers to the Japanese on 9 April 1942

I had a veteran who came to one of my guys’ meeting who survived the Death March and subsequent imprisonment under the Japanese. Unlike a lot of other veterans he didn’t wear an identifier that he had, and the only reason I figured it out was that I caught on when he said he’d been at the surrender.

He stood apart from the other guys I work with as well, who are all flyers and have that flyboy-bomber glamor to them and who gloss over the details of their service quiet easily in conversation by misdirection. What I’ve found is those on the ground are very different, they have no glamor and don’t want you to romanticize their experience. As you can imagine when I asked him about it, he got real quiet.

"Do you know what they did to us?"

I told him yes.

"My best friend in the service is the only reason I’m here, I kept falling behind, straggling and he made me move. They shot him. He tried to catch food that civilians had thrown at us and he missed, first time the whole march. They left him on the side of the road like a dead animal, like he was nothing more than a stray."

And that has stayed with me for the last five years.

zackisontumblr:

the biggest lie i’ve ever told myself is that i’m going to shower in 5 minutes

second biggest lie I tell myself is that the shower will only last for 5 minutes

Monday, 14th of April with 72,699 notes