can’t I just jump straight to the part where they’re killing monsters?

no? that’s not how good storytelling works?

oh.

why does it sound like a soccer ref is blowing his whistle in my backyard　 every thirty seconds

it is midnight

is that a bird?

god, Florida birds make the worst noises.

A quick glance tells you this run is going to be akward: a soldier, two infiltrators and a vanguard. 

“Guys,” the team leader’s awkward, troubled voice breaks through my headset, “we’ve got too many sniper rifles!”

I turn on my mike just long enough to whisper, “Never,” and turn it back off, the only time I’ve spoken to anyone for the past hour. No one else says anything.

The game begins, the hoard approaches.

And guess who was right.

Guess.

moral dilemma:

can’t tumblr savior ‘Tom Hiddleston’ or ‘Loki’ without risking blocking out some potentially awesome Avengers posts and also the occasional Hiddleston adorableness

but

feel like tearing my hair out at every Loki fangirl post that is seemingly unavoidable and holy hell you guys are almost as terrifying as the goddamn Sherlock fandom

god sometimes I frighten myself with how long it takes me to make certain connections

this is my second playthrough of Mass Effect 3, and I’m on the Ex-Cerberus Scientists mission (again), and Dr. Cole’s voice was driving me insane because I knew her from somewhere, and I could not figure out where I knew that voice from

then

suddenly

Hawke.

HAWKE.

GET OUT OF MY MASS EFFECT, YOU DON’T BELONG HERE. YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE FIGHTING DEMONS, NOT TERRORISTS.

the only thing I could have asked more from of the Avengers would have been to have Hawkeye actually addressed by that name more than just the one time.　

I read this book when I was a kid and all I remember about it was that in one scene this boy shoves a pencil in his ear and everyone is really freaked out but it turns out there was a bug in there and he was trying to get it

and that’s honestly all I think about whenever my inner ear itches.