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a girl walks by. I say, ’ I wish I had her legs.’ Suddenly there are a pair of legs in in my hand. People are screaming. What have I done
not wanting to date someone because you aren’t physically attracted to them doesn’t make you an asshole
wanting to sit at home watching TV instead of hanging out with people doesn’t make you an asshole
cutting off a friendship that was not satisfying to you doesn’t make you an asshole
Why does France have so many revolutions?
i asked a french guy once and he just said ‘we are angry at literally everything’
Who gave you the right?
How DARE YOU
I need this so much. I want an entire spinoff with his daughter
There is hope
HAHAHAHAHAHA fuck you
i was ready to just scroll past like “haha grammar humor” but then it was weird al and i,
The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over the Lazy Dog.
I feel like I’ve been preparing for this image all my life.
The internet is over, everyone can go home
It’s just as beautiful as I always imagined.
My life is complete.
Life is over as we know it
okay so coral blue number 5 semi gloss lipstick
i want it and i don’t even wear lipstick
#this is just such a fucking sassy remark like#it sounds like something my mother would say to my spoiled sister#i never really stopped to think about it before but damn steve#it’s almost childish you are being a chiLD (via marvelobsessions)
That’s why I love it so much though. Because it’s so, so easy to forget this — SHIELD constantly forgets this — but Steve *is* a child. He was twenty-six years old and terrified when he died. And to him, that was maybe ten days ago. Just — ten days ago, he died. Eleven days ago, he watched his best friend and protector fall to his death in a clusterfuck he will always believe was his fault. Ten days ago, he died while the listening to Peggy cry on the other end of a static-filled radio. Ten days ago, he was still in 1945. He was supposed to leave it; it wasn’t supposed to leave him. And he woke up, and everyone he loved was gone, and now he’s confronted with an agency that’s lying to him about everything and he’s just found in their storage facility the exact weapon that killed the person he loved most and he’s arguing with a man who looks far too much like someone he called a friend, who he knows now is dead, who died violently in a car crash, and he doesn’t know Tony well enough to know this is how he deals with fear, so to him, this is just…someone with money, with all the privilege and padding he and Bucky never had, who would never have to go to war if he didn’t want to, making light of a situation way too close to Steve’s chest.
Steve was being prickly as hell through most of this movie, but he was bleeding out and in pain and had no one to bleed on. The comment he makes to Tony, about knowing guys with none of that worth ten of him? Imagine all of the people he was thinking about then. All of the people he knew he’d never see again; who he wished he wasn’t standing there to never see again. Trying to organize a time bomb and remembering the Commandos. Trying to co-lead with a man he doesn’t yet understand, and remembering Bucky. Trying so hard not to keep seeing him fall. Being expected to be above all of those messy human emotions, because he’s Captain America, and while he was asleep that name became a legend so much bigger than any real, living person could be.
He’s only twenty-six.
I just made myself sad.