I’ve been watching Natasha in action since the 1950s, but she never fails to amaze me. Such graceful beauty. So beautifully efficient.


fairestcharming:

I’m Wendy. Wendy Darling.


evankart:

Who the hell is Bucky?

evankart:

Who the hell is Bucky?


tommarvalo:

“I decided to leave behind a diary, preserving my sixteen-year-old self in its pages, so that
one day, I would be able to lead another to finish Salazar Slytherin’s noble work.”


She remembered a summer’s snow in Winterfell when Arya and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning. They’d each had a dozen snowballs to hand, and she’d had none. Bran had been perched on the roof of the covered bridge, out of reach, but Sansa had chased Arya through the stables and around the kitchen until both of them were breathless. She might even have caught her, but she’d slipped on some ice. Her sister came back to see if she was hurt.


Beth remembering Hershel (with a little help from Daryl)




she knew your life

she knew your devils and your deeds


theseattleinstitute:

gilli-chan:

"So I moved on. I focused on helping other people. I was good. Until you dragged me back into to this freak show and put everyone here at risk. You wanna know my secret, Agent Romanoff? You wanna know how I stay calm?"

And in that moment, I swear the Hulk was less of a giant rage monster, and more of a giant green protector keeping Bruce safe.



Post - Going Home Episode
↳ Peter Pan survives Rumple’s attack but unfortunately loses his memory. 


bittergrace:

You know me too well…

bittergrace:

You know me too well…


"Give us life again"