Fact: Unlike the gay agenda™, the bisexual agenda contains a 15 minute break for snacks between sessions.
Fact: The asexual agenda is entirely made of snacks, with a 15 minute break for all out anarchy
Fact: The pansexuals, with their extreme love for kitchen ware, make all the snacks.
the avengers + tumblr text posts part 2 (part 1)
Ok, I’m probably the last one to notice this, but even if I am, I’m bringing it up again bc it’s very important and very sad and I need to cry about it.
I’ve seen this scene about 50 times now and not once did I bother to take a closer look at Bucky. Specifically, his eyes. I always thought he was looking at Schmidt or in the general direction of the two while I focused on Steve’s face and what was happening. Now, obv, Steve is looking at Schmidt bc he’s being confronted and all that. But look at Bucky. Compare his gaze in the 4th gif to Steve’s. It’s not trained on Schmidt. He’s looking directly at Zola and his face looks like a mixture of fear, anger and like he’s gonna puke. All of which would make sense after you imagine the shit Zola put him through on that table before Steve showed up. Just try to imagine one scenario that could be happening in his head here. Like reliving the parts where they tortured him and experimented on him, slowly took away the control of his own mind, tried to take his memories so he had to keep reminding himself who he was and began the process of turning him into god only knew what. When Steve found Bucky, he looked like he had no idea what was going on around him. No awareness that the alarm went off, soldiers abandoning their posts, the doctors scurrying off to safety. He didn’t realize he was alone in the room and no one was looking after him anymore. He just repeated his name and number over and over again and if Steve hadn’t found him, he’d have went down with the building while completely lost to his surroundings. After Steve got him out I imagine he didn’t have much time to dwell on the things they did to him. Until now. Until he saw Zola’s face and it hit him like a truck and the result was that face above.
Little did he know that even if they do get out of here alive, he was eventually gonna end up right back where he was and Zola would get to finish what he started and if that doesn’t fuck you up…i don’t even. fuck this movie and fuck these characters i did not sign up for this pain
just another flower growing in a concrete jungle.
somewhere, a scifi superhero movie is missing its protagonist.
People keep speculating about whether we’ll get bucky cap or sam cap after chris evans leaves the franchise and I’m just imagining steve standing in front of both of them and saying ‘two beautiful men stand before me but I’m only holding one photo in my hands. That photo represents the man who is still on the running towards becoming america’s next top captain. I will only call one name. The man I do not call must immediately come and hug me because I still love you both more than anything in the world’
I spend so much time alone that if I was ever falsely accused for a crime I would never have an alibi
Can we talk about how Bucky looks at Steve like “whoa there friend, you might need to fuck me right now”
give me more about sam wilson
talk to me about how he spent three years unlearning hypervigilance only for it all to come roaring back in one afternoon
tell me about the dreams he has with riley falling, with nat falling, with steve falling, and he swoops to catch him but then steve turns into the winter soldier ripping his wings to shreds, rumlow down below beating the shit out of riley’s body, dead and riddled with bullet holes and still begging for mercy, God, please, Sam, please make him stop, tell me about the times he wakes up with the lurch of freefall in his gut
tell me about the nights he can’t sleep because he’s too busy checking the locks in his apartment over and over again, mechanically running through the same motions, because every time he’s just about to drift off there’s a jolt and the needle skips in his head and he has make another circuit of the room he just has to just one more and he’ll be safe, so he gives up and slumps down on his couch and texts natasha because she’s probably off somewhere halfway around the world and she won’t make anything of it like steve would
they chat for a while until she says im coming over and lo & behold, ten minutes later she’s climbing through his window, she’s pulling some fucking??? power tools ?? out of her purse, it’s three-thirty in the morning and she installs brand-new locks on all the points of entry and his bedroom door, and then she sits with him on the couch and runs her fingers over his head and murmurs pretty things to him in Russian until he dozes off
i thought you were in thailand, sam mumbles, mostly asleep. or norway or, like, mars, you didn’t have to,
yeah, nat smiles, i got back a couple hours ago. the jet lag from mars is a bitch, i’m not even tired, don’t worry
"weaponized femininity" more like "how to cater to the male gaze and Western beauty ideals while acting like it’s Totally Subversive"
he just— he stops talking in mid-sentence
and stARES INTO FUCKING SPACE
“I accept the nomination for the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge and I here by nominate Bill Murray,Andrew Gar-Field of Dreams, and Dame Maggie Smith,”
- Emma Stone