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The “best” of Robert Downey Jr’s late 80’s, early 90’s fashion

hoboeroticmisha:

Is that a kilt or pants I can’t work it out. Nice quiff.

I’m sure if you looked at what you were wearing you wouldn’t be pulling that face.

No. Even the smoulder doesn’t make up for any of this. Did your mother make your pants from your bedroom curtains what is happening.

Yes you’ve got the idea I guess. Keep screwing it up. Set it on fire. Burn it to dust. Stamp on it. Job done.

They clearly didn’t own mirrors.

Hello Mr. Robert Downey Jr. I see you’ve met the woman who was born with her legs backwards. Maybe you can both run away to the circus together. You could be a clown you already have the pants

The blazer is back. No. Just no.

This photo is fine until What The Fuck.

What The Fuck makes another cameo this time nicely accented by the symbolised slippers because they’re just as strange as the winged What The Fuck on his shoulder. Btw RDJ how did you make that couch fly through the cityAre you a super hero do you kill bad guys with your style

“This is the fashion police. You are under arrest for severe misconduct of style and the attempt to pass yourself off as a school child.”

“Hey look if I put my leg up here you can really appreciate my rose-coloured pants aren’t they great? Don’t you think? Don’t you?”

No.

There is no excuse for this.

There’s nothing wrong with this it’s just in here because he looks pretty.

I guess that’s not as bad as -

- yes yes it is.

I’m sorry Miss. Downey put down that bamboo stick before you take someone’s eye out oh wait they already pulled their eyes out because they couldn’t bear to take one more look at that collar are you Victorian or some shit

I don’t

I just

Why

There is a hidden meaning in his tie

I can’t quite work out what it is

But

I think it has something to do with the tie being suicidal 

Wow he’s almost glowing

Oh this is fin- oh shit I scrolled to the bottom. Okay Jr, you can give Blaine back his pants now.

I just cried.

You work that jacket, doll.

I wouldn’t be looking that happy if I were you.

I don’t want to live on this planet any more.

There are no words

None

consultingasshole:

Richard Armitage for the January issue of Glamour Magazine.

toralinda:

*spoilers for the end of The Hobbit (75 years and still spoilers???)*

Okay. So. Fili’s and Kili’s mother. This post is going to have a lot of feels.

Can you imagine how much courage, determination, and passion Fili and Kili must have felt for them to be able to leave their mother and go off on…

All their lives, all the time, just…how do you stop seeing it?

merlinyouidiot:

glasses-of-doom:

merlinyouidiot:

What possesses people to write Doctor Who/Hannah Montana fics

Best of Both Worlds ft. Rose Tyler

I AM CHOKING 

Do you think there was a part of you that imagined the two of you would somehow end up together?

“No, no,” she says, and I can see the tears forming, and I think she means that she doesn’t want to answer any more questions about anything. I mutter some kind of apology under my breath.

But, even now, I’m wrong about everything. Mostly she is just trying to stop my new question. She has something to tell me.

“No,” she says. “I said it would make me too sad to answer but it’s also…”—and she nods even as her voice breaks once more with tears—”…one of my favorite things to imagine.” And through the tears, a beaming, almost beatific smile stretches room-wide across her face. “It’s actually one of my favorite places to visit.”

johnlocktacos13:

the-tardis-sound-awoke-me:

fairandbright:

THIS MAN.
IS ATTACKING HIMSELF.
WITH A BADGER HAND PUPPET.

Matt Smith everyone

This is actually the best way to tell someone who Matt Smith is and what he’s like.

johnlocktacos13:

the-tardis-sound-awoke-me:

fairandbright:

THIS MAN.

IS ATTACKING HIMSELF.

WITH A BADGER HAND PUPPET.

Matt Smith everyone

This is actually the best way to tell someone who Matt Smith is and what he’s like.

this could be the end of everything;
this could be the end of everything;

“Wilfred, it’s my honour.”