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Do you sometimes have this urge to go on an epic adventure that will completely change you as a person? Do you dream about pirate ships, highest mountains and deepest woods full of secrets, brave people seemingly not from this world? I want to discover the world so much that it almost hurts. Not just the world, but the magic in it. God, sometimes I just want to see the magic. I hope there is some of it left.

santiagonex

It’s Biles. Call me Biles, or I swear to God I'II kill you.

cumberbatchlives

“I love your blog!” “You’re welcome!”

rominatrix

wonderlandinmymind

tjlc

notice how that first gif is shot at penis height pointing up literally

acrownofbloodandroses

1944 // 2014 // 2016

doeskinandpetals

“I was nearer him than anyone else, and yet I was always conscious of the gap between.”

mmurdockz

I’m not gonna shoot him. Yeah, okay. I will…if you don’t kill me first.

netflixdefenders

“The fact the Frank Castle refers to Karen as ma’am is huge. When referring to a female Marine in the affirmative, one would reply, ‘Yes ma’am.’ Frank is a Marine and applying that term to Karen is a sign of respect. In this case I believe it also indicates trust.” @margtheartist

archivedblogposts

You can make a million gifs of this scene, but nothing is as good as the original. Clip of when Frank saves Karen with the background noise removed so you can focus on their voices.

rottenwasp

“Why do you care so much about Frank Castle? Hmm? I mean, maybe once upon a time this was about whether or not he was innocent or some sort of, you know, psycho murderer, but that ship sailed a long time ago, along with your career at Nelson and Murdock. So… So why do you still care?”

buckypupbarnes

“She had that book, her favorite book was out on the pillows. One batch, Two batch… Penny and Dime. I read her that book every night before this shit. She looked at me and she begged. She begged. I said ‘No’, ‘daddy’s too tired, see, I’ll read to you tomorrow night, I promise’. Never think that for her there was not gonna be any tomorrow, see.”

tylerposey

Look into your own eyes and tell me you are not heroic, that you have not endured, or suffered, or lost the things you care about most. And yet, here you are, a survivor of Hell’s Kitchen. The hottest place anyone’s ever known. A place where cowards don’t last long. So, you must be a hero. We all are. Some more than others, but none of us alone. Some bloody their fists trying to keep the Kitchen safe. Others bloody the streets in the hope they can stop the tide, the crime, the cruelty, the disregard for human life all around them. But this is Hell’s Kitchen. Angel or devil, rich or poor, young or old, you live here. You didn’t choose this town. It chose you. Because a hero isn’t someone who lives above us, keeping us safe. A hero is not a god or an idea. A hero lives here, on the street, among us, with us. Always here but rarely recognized. Look in the mirror and see yourself for what you truly are. You’re a New Yorker. You’re a hero. This is your Hell’s Kitchen. Welcome home.