The tiara has me baffled
Hi! I'm Jen. :D What I post will be dictated by what my current obsession is or what happens to catch my fancy in that moment.

My askbox is always open for whatever reason. :D (Although, it seems like tumblr likes to eat my messages, so if I don't respond, that's why.)

If there's something I'm not tagging that you want me to, please let me know. :D

Current obsession(s):
Murdoch Mysteries, We Built This Home

AO3

CapBelle sideblog

Icon created by thelivieeb

dreamandbreathe:

The Amazing Spider-Man AU. Bring me back.

Contrary to what everybody thought, Gwen Stacy didn’t die. She fell in a profound coma and was rescued by Agent Coulson’s team. S.H.I.E.L.D. decided that it was too dangerous to bring her back as her old self as she would become a target, so they erased her memories replacing them with new ones. They took care of her for months and gave her a new life; a new identity. Her new life away from Peter Parker and/or Spiderman was supposed to keep her safe. But what happens when the circumstances of life get her tangled with him again?

It had been four years. Four long years and it still felt like yesterday. He still thought about her all the time, heard her voice, even saw her face. Everywhere he looked there was something that reminded him of her. No matter where he went, she was always with him, he could almost feel it. Except that she wasn’t. As much as he wished that everything he saw and felt was real, it wasn’t, she wasn’t there anymore. And it was his fault. Some people think that four years were more than enough to get over somebody. Those people are idiots. Those people don’t know what it’s like when someone you love more than you love yourself just vanishes. You never get over something like that. There had been other girls, of course, but it was never the same. It was never as real and meaningful as it was with her.

He had managed to go on with his life and be somehow happy. After having taken a sabbatical year he worked hard and got accepted in NYU. It was hard to be a college student during the day and superhero during the night, but he made it work. He had moved to Manhattan to be closer to school but still saw Aunt May regularly, at least twice a week. He had a job as a photographer in the Daily Bugle and, fortunately, he was about to graduate. And every sunday, after visiting Uncle Ben, he went to see her. He sat in front of her gravestone and just talked. He told her that he missed her and that he was sorry he couldn’t save her. He told her how his week went, he talked about school, about his friends and about Aunt May. He just chatted.

That sunday he had spent a little less time with her because he was meeting his study group after lunch. He wish he could’ve stayed longer but there was a class that was kicking his ass and he really needed to study. He decided to take a coffee to stay awake and focused before starting to study. The coffee shop in front of the library wasn’t very crowded, luckily, so he could sit and enjoy his coffee for at least five minutes. A few minutes after ordering his usual he was handed a cup with the name ‘Peter’ written on it; his name. He turned around and looked for a free table when something — better said, someone — caught his eye.

There was a red headed girl sitting on a table by herself. Her back was turned to him, so he didn’t see her face, but he could still see there was something about her. Although he was possitive he had never met any redhead before, there was something about the way she sat, the way she took sips of her coffee and the way she hold the papers in her hand that looked kind of familiar. Before even realizing what he was doing he had already approached her and muttered an ‘exuse me’ so lowly he didn’t even hear himself. But apparently she heard him, because next him he knows she was looking at him with a sly smile on her face.

The moment the girl faced him Peter froze. He had to take a couple of seconds to blink and make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. “G-Gwen?” Her name slipped through his lips almost immediately, because he could’ve sworn that girl sitting right in front of him was Gwen Stacy with a different hair color. Her eyes, her nose, her lips; it was her. But that wasn’t possible. Peter had to remind himself that Gwen was dead. He had seen her die in his arms, he had been to her funeral, he had cried for her. 

The girl looked confused. She raised her eyebrows while she waited for him to say something else, but he didn’t. He was paralized, and even though he formed the words in his throat he couldn’t make them reach his lips. After what seemed like hours, the girl finally spoke. “Um…I’m sorry. Are you looking for someone named Gwen or are you calling me Gwen for some reason?” She asked, leaving her mug on the table. He shook his head lightly, suddenly recovering control of his body. “N-no, sorry. You just…You look exactly like someone I know.” Peter answered, realizing how weird that sounded.

Despite his awkwardness, the redhead seemed amused. She raised her eyebrows again and rested both of her arms on the table. “And who is she? The girl who broke your little heart?” She asked teasingly, without realizing how right she really was. Peter lowered his sight for a moment before answering. “Yeah. Something like that.” For just a second, her eyes softened. But as soon as Peter looked at her again she recovered her playful smirk. “Well, I don’t remember breaking any photographer-slash-cute guy’s heart lately so I think I’m clear.”

Peter frowned and tilted his head to the side. “How did you know—” He was soon cut by her pointing at the camera hanging from the strap around his left shoulder. She then started laughing. Her laughter was fresh, genuine and tremendously contagious. He soon found himself laughing while scratching the back of his neck. “I’m-I’m Peter. Peter Parker.” He finally introduced himself. The girl stopped laughing but kept the smile on her face. “Nice to meet you, Peter Parker. I’m MJ.” After a few seconds of silence she ofered him the seat in front of her, which he gladly accepted. At that point, Peter had completely forgotten about his study group.

A/N: This is what happens when you can’t get over the death of a character. I’ve been playing with the idea of a TASM fanfic for a while and I’ve tried really hard to find a FC for MJ that I like but I just can’t ship Andrew with any other girl than Emma. Sorry, I tried. I still don’t know if I should write a full fanfic or just release little prompts like this one. Btw the gifs are not mine. I took them from gif sources and just added the text.

officialpizzas:

red-orca:

pleasegodletmelive:

owynsama:

apharthurkirklands:

apharthurkirklands:

au where everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate

ADDITIONALLY: when your soulmate dies, the world goes back to black and white

THAT’S HORRIBLE i love it

No but can you imagine having a normal day at work or running errands but then everything suddenly goes black and white.

LEAVE MY LIFE

But at the same time, imagine bumping into someone and your whole life lights up

You might have got the impression that there is a little bit more to Aunt Petunia than meets the eye, and you will find out what it is. She is not a squib, although that is a very good guess. Oh, I am giving a lot away here. I am being shockingly indiscreet." - J.K. Rowling.

If the reveal had been that Petunia was a witch ~ Several years after the war, Harry tracks his aunt down to confront her with what he witnessed in the pensieve.

#HP  

ashfromthesol:

zazzlesiszazzy:

calmtempest:

airation:

todundverderben:

Egypt Avengers by *ChristianNauck

What’s that annoying shadow blocki—oh.

image

LOL. That shadow totally got me.

Wasn’t going to reblog…but the shadow

#Avengers  

capsicle107:

Steggy au + baby names, banter, and revelations 

↳For Atwellling for the starspangledexchange. ilu mara ♥♥♥ 

#Steggy  

misha-bawlins:

This drink I like it. Another!

I love how quickly he readjusts to the culture so foreign to him. Like, he does not even protest or try to explain this is how it’s done in Asgard so it’s how it SHOULD be done because he’s a mighty god and stuff. He’s just like “but I… oh I see smashing mugs is not a custom here. I’m sorry I won’t do it again :( “

#Thor  

BECAUSE I MATTER
↳ @DCComics @dandidio1 @geoffjohns

ericnorseman:

Steve Rogers vs Chris Evans - The Winter Soldier Gag Reel (x)

#CATWS  

bear-onica:

shitloadsofwrestling:

One day, that toddler will be telling everyone about the time she went one on one with the great one, pattycaking his candy ass.

the rock is a gift

cap 2 + tumblr

#CATWS  

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

midnightrainbow:

your-royal-tigress-of-leo-iii:

sizvideos:

Watch the video 

Follow our Tumblr

I will judge you if you don’t this on your blog.

omg what is life. This dog (and baby!) are too precious.

I AM SORRY SMALL HUMAN

I DID WRONG ;_;

I WILL BE GOOD DOG NOW

#puppy   #baby   #totes adorbs  

hibikihojou:

the most aggravating fans are the ones that become huge fans of a villainous character but just can’t handle the fact that the villainous character does villainous things and instead said fans invent a million assbackwards headcanons about how the villain is TOTALLY not a villain at all and is some tragic blob where nothing is their fault even up to and including murder and genocide

i am just so baffled by this

1 2 3 4 5 older
MM