startrexxual:

can we talk about this scene pls

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here is chekov

holding onto not only kirk but scotty too

and omg the strength chekov must have to hold on to both grown men

and he freaking saved them both ok

u go chekov good job chekov

(Source: hellaspookyhobbit)

theavengersshouldnttext:

Thor: MAN OF IRON. THERE WILL BE A BURST OF CLOUDS LATER THIS EVENING? I WISH FOR A BOX OF FIRE TWIGS SO THAT I MAY EMULATE THE ONE CALLED ADELE.

Tony: no

Thor: I DO NOT UNDERSTAND.

Tony: no, I am not giving you a box of matches so you can set fire to the rain.

(Submitted by Alice)


The King beneath the mountains,The King of carven stone,The lord of silver fountainsShall come into his own!
His crown shall be upholden,His harp shall be restrung,His halls shall echo goldenTo songs of yore re-sung.
The woods shall wave on mountainsAnd grass beneath the sun;His wealth shall flow in fountainsAnd the rivers golden run.
The streams shall run in gladness,The lakes shall shine and burn,All sorrow fail and sadnessAt the Mountain-king’s return!

The King beneath the mountains,The King of carven stone,The lord of silver fountainsShall come into his own!
His crown shall be upholden,His harp shall be restrung,His halls shall echo goldenTo songs of yore re-sung.
The woods shall wave on mountainsAnd grass beneath the sun;His wealth shall flow in fountainsAnd the rivers golden run.
The streams shall run in gladness,The lakes shall shine and burn,All sorrow fail and sadnessAt the Mountain-king’s return!

The King beneath the mountains,The King of carven stone,The lord of silver fountainsShall come into his own!
His crown shall be upholden,His harp shall be restrung,His halls shall echo goldenTo songs of yore re-sung.
The woods shall wave on mountainsAnd grass beneath the sun;His wealth shall flow in fountainsAnd the rivers golden run.
The streams shall run in gladness,The lakes shall shine and burn,All sorrow fail and sadnessAt the Mountain-king’s return!

The King beneath the mountains,The King of carven stone,The lord of silver fountainsShall come into his own!
His crown shall be upholden,His harp shall be restrung,His halls shall echo goldenTo songs of yore re-sung.
The woods shall wave on mountainsAnd grass beneath the sun;His wealth shall flow in fountainsAnd the rivers golden run.
The streams shall run in gladness,The lakes shall shine and burn,All sorrow fail and sadnessAt the Mountain-king’s return!

The King beneath the mountains,The King of carven stone,The lord of silver fountainsShall come into his own!
His crown shall be upholden,His harp shall be restrung,His halls shall echo goldenTo songs of yore re-sung.
The woods shall wave on mountainsAnd grass beneath the sun;His wealth shall flow in fountainsAnd the rivers golden run.
The streams shall run in gladness,The lakes shall shine and burn,All sorrow fail and sadnessAt the Mountain-king’s return!

The King beneath the mountains,The King of carven stone,The lord of silver fountainsShall come into his own!
His crown shall be upholden,His harp shall be restrung,His halls shall echo goldenTo songs of yore re-sung.
The woods shall wave on mountainsAnd grass beneath the sun;His wealth shall flow in fountainsAnd the rivers golden run.
The streams shall run in gladness,The lakes shall shine and burn,All sorrow fail and sadnessAt the Mountain-king’s return!

The King beneath the mountains,The King of carven stone,The lord of silver fountainsShall come into his own!
His crown shall be upholden,His harp shall be restrung,His halls shall echo goldenTo songs of yore re-sung.
The woods shall wave on mountainsAnd grass beneath the sun;His wealth shall flow in fountainsAnd the rivers golden run.
The streams shall run in gladness,The lakes shall shine and burn,All sorrow fail and sadnessAt the Mountain-king’s return!

The King beneath the mountains,The King of carven stone,The lord of silver fountainsShall come into his own!
His crown shall be upholden,His harp shall be restrung,His halls shall echo goldenTo songs of yore re-sung.
The woods shall wave on mountainsAnd grass beneath the sun;His wealth shall flow in fountainsAnd the rivers golden run.
The streams shall run in gladness,The lakes shall shine and burn,All sorrow fail and sadnessAt the Mountain-king’s return!

The King beneath the mountains,The King of carven stone,The lord of silver fountainsShall come into his own!
His crown shall be upholden,His harp shall be restrung,His halls shall echo goldenTo songs of yore re-sung.
The woods shall wave on mountainsAnd grass beneath the sun;His wealth shall flow in fountainsAnd the rivers golden run.
The streams shall run in gladness,The lakes shall shine and burn,All sorrow fail and sadnessAt the Mountain-king’s return!

The King beneath the mountains,
The King of carven stone,
The lord of silver fountains
Shall come into his own!

His crown shall be upholden,
His harp shall be restrung,
His halls shall echo golden
To songs of yore re-sung.

The woods shall wave on mountains
And grass beneath the sun;
His wealth shall flow in fountains
And the rivers golden run.

The streams shall run in gladness,
The lakes shall shine and burn,
All sorrow fail and sadness
At the Mountain-king’s return!

(Source: the-hobbit)

He has a point.

(Source: awkwardsonicphotos)

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