the life of a cut potato

there's no rhyme or reason to this thing

[flamboyantfrenchfry-blog]

wedding rings are just the grown up version of like, friendship necklaces and matching bracelets

[flamboyantfrenchfry-blog]

in biology class, the teacher talking about sexual reproduction vs asexual reproduction of plants. all the 9th grade boys trying to hide very loud obvious snickers. we're talking about mushrooms, guys. frickin mushrooms

just let me enjoy my class time

[buuckybaarnes]

[hereforthegay]

How the heck did her hair get braided like that? Did she and the other officers just have a braiding train at night? ????

[looeesa-deactivated20160104]

do you think Peggy carter needs anyone to braid her hair? she does it herself. The right hand’s nail polish? my girl has it covered. Zipping and unzipping the back of the dress? pff… Peggy Carter can do anything. Liquid Eyeliner? in one try. Peggy carter can do anything.

anything.

a n y t h i n g. 

[geek-on-girl]

That’s not a braid. It’s a roll. It is one of the most beautiful hair styles to come out of the 40s and is incredibly simple. The hair styles you should be impressed with are these.

Waves: I had a 1920s themed dance last month, and I wore my hair in waves. I sat in a chair with a professional stylist for AN HOUR for FOUR of those beauties. I see at least eight. And she does those regularly for work.

Victory curls: I can do victory curls. Two, to be exact. Not counting practice, I have worn my hair in V-curls exactly twice. It took me an hour and a half last time, and I didn’t even curl the ends, just two v-curls on the top of my head, and they weren’t nearly this amazing. Again, another casual work look. 

Do you think Steve curled her hair? Fat chance. Be in awe of Peggy Carter. Be in awe.

[thebibliosphere]

I now have a mental image of Peggy Carter doing her nightly routine, which of course doesn’t necessarily happen at night, just whenever she has a chance to lie down and sleep. It starts with sitting at her desk, where a mirror has been wedged into the right position by militarily files, but she doesn’t look at it any more. Instead she’s pouring over whatever has to be memorized for the following day, fingers working on automatic as she wedges pins into place. It takes forty seven pin curls to get the look she wants, and she’s done with it before she finishes reading the memo.

There’s little flickers of red on her gun as testament to smudged nails before she learned to check her weapons first and then paint her nails. While they dry she reads something else, filing it all away for future reference and remembering key words by which finger she was painting at the time. When Peggy Carter checks her nails she might well be looking for chips, but it’s more likely she’s remembering names.

She ran out of cold cream weeks ago, but she stills has some rose water left and uses it sparingly, careful not to get it mixed up with the other little vials in her kit.

And of course there will be that one night, when the alarm sounds and everyone is forced from their beds in a panicked hurry. Peggy Carter will not only be at the center of it, but she will be the one keeping the intruder pinned down. Dressed in a faded floral nightgown thrown over her night clothes, smelling like rose water, her hair hidden under a silk scarf to keep her curls in place, gun held steadily in a perfectly manicured hand. Everyone else is dressed, however hurriedly, but it’s Peggy who is the most put together, even in her pin curls.

I love the expression, “Hell in high heels”, but frankly Hell has never met Peggy Carter.

[ilexa]

ALL of this ^^^. Also, the glorious queen probably does her winged liquid eyeliner in that stupid jeep, bouncing along the path to a meeting.

[perclexed]

This is the most beautiful thing I’ve read so far about Peggy Carter.  *chinhands and sighs, dreamily*  Because Peggy fucking Carter.

[thebibliosphere]

*slow blink* I forgot I wrote this. Neat.

[telnaga]

living has always been a large part of my life. I was born at an incredibly young age, and ever since then, I have been alive

[flamboyantfrenchfry-blog]

concept: it's years from now and we're married. I'm having an emotional break down and you come home from work and find me out of place: a mess. You let yourself into the house, sit beside me, wipe my tears, and pull me back into reality. You let me know that we're going to be together forever; I'll never have to be alone again.

my fantasy brain

[love-you-alwayss]

I see all your imperfections,

it doesn’t matter,

I still just want to

stare at you

all day long.

— @love-you-alwayss

[slushi]

BITCH WE OUT HERE TAKIN OUR

M E D S

AND DRINKIN THAT UHHHH

W A T E R

Still havent showered but bitch

WE’LL GET THERE

[flamboyantfrenchfry-blog]

Me vs my moth boyfriend

[dearsuggestions]

concept: we accidentally get caught in the rain without an umbrella. we run to your place, and you lend me a pair of your clothes. we laugh about it as we dry off. we make hot drinks and sit on your couch, cuddling as we listen to the rain pouring down on the roof. there is thunder but you hold me close. we are safe.

[starlight-suggestions-deactivat]

One day we’ll have a porch swing that we can sit and swing on together

[flamboyantfrenchfry-blog]

dear bitch: you is ^

[flamboyantfrenchfry-blog]

[sonia-marmeladova]

I live in a very conservative part of Texas but I don’t know how to handle a gun myself. when people ask me I’m almost always “yeah. guns? they can shoot you dead. dead-dead. not just regular dead, super dead. so dead that you never aren’t dead. bullets? yeah, this shoots those. haha. yeah.”

[flamboyantfrenchfry-blog]

Freaking me. All 6 of my older brothers own guns and are very passionate them, but yet here I am.

[flamboyantfrenchfry-blog]

The feeling of unexplainable heat rising up in your chest, enveloping your whole body. Having this sickening feeling in your gut, knowing you can do nothing to change the circumstances.

[flamboyantfrenchfry-blog]

If you are stale bread then you are a crouton.

[dateagirlwhosuggestion]

date a girl who will listen to you talk about the stars

[flamboyantfrenchfry-blog]

today’s episode of “the crap I send on my snapchat”