Beep. “Hey Nat, Peter here. Uhm, Peter Bishop, well you probably don’t even remember me, I mean you don’t have a reason to, except my father climbing in through the window, that was an overkill but he’s always been that way, thinking back now that night went faster than I’d have liked it to. And I’m off the track again, sorry for that. Runs in the family,” a sharp inhale follows. “Anyway, I did some digging, remember you’re not the only one in business here? Since I couldn’t find your exact birth date, I sent a little gift to your celebrating friend,” shuffling papers softly interrupt his lengthy speech. “Got some Hiddleston guy send her a message and a flower bouquet, sorry can’t do anything better than Hollywood. Hope you’re not mad,” the smile colors even his voice. “And hopefully this message gets to you, I’ve been trying to reach you for a while but I couldn’t get the phone number right what’s rather confounding. So yeah, take care.”
*No more new messages.*
Yeah, I know that. Unfortunately, I don’t have a defibrillator.
"big boobs don’t count if you’re fat"
neither does a big dick if half of it is your personality
im like 25% funny and 85% bad at math
thats the best gif I’ve ever seen for this kind of thing
you know what would go GREAT with that dress? a sword and iron gauntlets
IM NOT CRying there’s just something in my eye
"Did the puppy follow the explorer that whole way?"
"Mmmhmm. Cool, huh?"
Cosima Niehaus + the bottom lip thing
Anna Torv (Comic Con 2009)