THOSE WERE THE DAYS:  ”Robert Downey Jr.” on The Simpsons - S11E1 (aired on September 26, 1999)

"Schedule the organ music to begin at precisely 11:48."

radjew:

if you buy me cute underwear i’ll model it for you

420snorlax:

i’m gonna start using this line

How much ‘McKellan’ goes into your young Magneto performance?

veinte9:

sexual orientation: 

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The Hunger Games are over.

caseyanthonyofficial:

nayx:

is that because he keeps running away from all of the dates?  somebody help me out here

Yes that’s exactly right

freaking4marvel:

Avengers: Age of Ultron | Returning Cast Members.

flabber-gasted-fools:

audreyii-fic:

angelholme:

audreyii-fic:

get-your-ass-in-the-impala:

audreyii-fic:

lumos5001:

khan-locked:

i think i’ve changed my mind about superwholock

plot twist: an alien invasion isn’t how Eleven dies, it’s the Winchesters

This brings back my thesis that every fanfic — every fanfic on every subject in every fandom — can be improved by adding “And then the Winchesters shot them” to the last line.

Go on. Try it. I’ll wait.

Jesus.

If you insist.

"May the undeserved kindness of the Lord Jesus Christ be with the holy ones. And then the Winchesters shot them.” (Revelation 22:21)

See?

The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded the corner. Harry’s hand was still raised in farewell.

"He’ll be alright" murmured Ginny.

As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absent-mindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead.

"I know he will"

The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years.

All was well.

And then the Winchesters shot them.

we have a winner.

The sun was shining and in spite of the cold there were a few bucks and does at silflay, keeping out of the wind as they nibbled the shoots of spring grass. It seemed to Hazel that he would not be needing his body any more, so he left it lying on the edge of the ditch, but stopped for a moment to watch his rabbits and to try to get used to the extraordinary feeling that strength and speed were flowing inexhaustibly out of him into their sleek young bodies and healthy senses.

 ”You needn’t worry about them,” said his companion. “They’ll be all right — and thousands like them. If you’ll come along, I’ll show you what I mean.”

 He reached the top of the bank in a single, powerful leap. Hazel followed; and together they slipped away, running easily down through the wood, where the first primroses were beginning to bloom.

And then the Winchesters shot them. 

SML