funnily enough, 86.

firebolting:

This asshole.

a normal photo of myself isn’t cool. you know what’s cool?

an instagrammed photo.

Actual worst. 

firebolting:

draw me like one of your french kittens.

Cap glaring while eating baby food is going to be the new women laughing while eating salad. You heard it here first.

firebolting:

I just looked at my camera and the last 100 pictures are of him. I hate this asshole so much.

who’s strong and brave here to save the american waaaaaaaaay

who vows to fight like a cat for what’s right when he’s awaaaaaaaake

who will campaign blog-to-blog for americaaaaaaa

carry the flag blog-to-blog for americaaaaaa

from hoboken to spokaaaaane

the star-collared Cap with a plaaaaaaan!

firebolting:

“All of time and space. Are you coming or not, bitch?”

You see these eyes? They’re old eyes.

And one thing I can tell you, people. Monsters are real.

firebolting:

It doesn’t look bigger on the inside.

Cap contemplates the dark interior of the blue box and thinks it would be what space would look like, except it would have more stars and be less… Watery.

He thinks he would make a magnificent companion.

Help I can’t stop taking pictures of my cat. 

firebolting:

here is Chandler documenting his iPhone’s slow descent into a cat gallery masquerading as something he calls and tweets with, while Cap just judges his owner and works on his best angle

firebolting:

Tumblr, meet Cap. He’s just a kitty from Brooklyn. So named because he is the runt of the litter.

Cap sitting on Chandler’s laptop while glaring at the ground to avoid the first of many, many instances in which Chandler does nothing but takes pictures of him with his iPhone.