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typical-pop-punk-kid:

radtracks:

what’s this? // fall out boy

there’s children throwing snowballs
instead of throwing heads
they’re busy building toys
and absolutely no one’s dead

IS IT TOO EARLY TO REBLOG THIS?

jacquerel

macabrekawaii:

beckpoppins:

bigbigtruck:

postcardsfromspace:

thorkizilla:

This is it.  This is the pinnacle of nerdom.  This is the greatest height of nerdery that has ever been reached before.

Peter in Loki’s body on a bus downtown to the real Loki and making an excuse that he’s going to a comic convention.

Never will such levels of pure fucking nerd ever be seen again, it’s just not possible.  This is a beautiful day, I am glad I am alive to experience this, god bless.

I’mma let you finish, but the pinnacle of nerddom is actually this sequence in the fourth issue of the 2005 Giffen/DeMatteis/Maguire Defenders:

Do you know who those fashionable gentlemen are? They are Dr. Strange and Namor. They are hiding for Dormammu on a ravaged Earth.

Do their outfits look familiar? That’s because they’re the same motherfucking disguises Kirk and Spock wear in the 1967 Star Trek episode “City on the Edge of Forever.”

You know why Peter Parker looks so downtrodden on that bus in his shiny-ass horns? It’s not because he’s trapped in Loki’s body. It’s because he knows his cosplay game will never be this fucking on-point.

IMPERIUS. MOTHERFUCKING. REX.

*drops mic*

*moonwalks out*

oh my god

HOLD UP

THAT WAS NOT THE NERD PINNACLE EITHER.

the highest nerd reach was on march first, 1999 in JLA when martian manhunter went undercover as a japanese woman only to have his real identity discovered by bruce wayne.

Why is the name the giveaway and not the fucking space green pant suit? because j’onn chose to name himself after the real name of fellow martian sailor mars:

this means one of two things. A: the jla and the sailor senshi live in one universe and bruce just knows everyone’s god damn business or way more likely that B: BOTH MM AND FUCKING BATMAN HAVE READ/WATCHED SAILOR MOON AND ENJOYED IT ENOUGH TO REMEMBER HER GOD DAMN NAME. KEEP YOUR CONS PETER, AND GREAT CLOSET COSPLAY  BOYS, DID YOU FIND THAT AT A THRIFT STORE? TIME TO GET OUT THE WAY BECAUSE J’ONN AND BRUCE GOT ANIME TO WATCH AND THEY HAVE NO TIME FOR YOUR BULLSHIT.

Martian Manhunter: Agent of Love and Oreos, the pretty skimpy suited soldier of Mars! In the name of Mars, he will out nerd you!

This post is gold

1980sspaceman

ladyallowyn:

animatedamerican:

iluvatardis:

polyamorousmisanthrope:

valkyriestrikeofthelashatterdome:

gotterdammerungs:

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And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.

Thank you for writing this. It made me cry, but oh I am so relieved to see the yearning for the stars.

That shouldn’t have given me as many feels as it did… 

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