Some graffiti found in Pompeii’s ruins:
- Weep, you girls. My penis has given you up. Now it penetrates men’s behinds. Goodbye, wondrous femininity!
- Restituta, take off your tunic, please, and show us your hairy privates.
- I screwed the barmaid.
- Apollinaris, the doctor of the emperor Titus, defecated well here.
- I screwed a lot of girls here.
- Sollemnes, you screw well!
- Theophilus, don’t perform oral sex on girls against the city wall like a dog.
Nice to see nothing has changed.
I love this.
I am laughing so hard
someone basically wrote “secundus is gay” on the wall humankind has not changed at all
the point of pouring a shit ton of ice water over yourself is because when one suffers from amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS) one of the affects the disease has is a numbness throughout the body, as well as struggling to breathe, and both these are meant to temporarily happen when doused in freezing water. It’s to raise awareness of what ALS feels like and encourage donations towards research and cures.
Just so everyone knows that this is more than just a marketing campaign.
This is also supposed to teach you the signs, and increase both funding AND awareness.
actually I bet mcu bruce springsteen has multiple songs about captain america
I thought this was leading to something deep…I wasn’t disappointed.
This makes me uncomfortable
BRING IT ON
Seeing as an anon beat me to the Queue on this- here- feel free to ask anything, guys.
Question with 1 note
Anonymous said: Hi. Kinda a random question but say you needed a song to plan a heist to what would it be?
I’m planning the heist? Shit.
But, it’s possible I’d do a mix of these two-
Life is a Lemon-Meatloaf
Because I need a reason to do this. I need a drive and force to keep going forward, and I need to remember that if I don’t plan a dozen escapes and routes, Murphy will gladly take pot shots at us.
Because who the hell put me in charge? Whoever it is, you’re desperate and I will do this, if I can.
I will take you there- and if I was good enough, and we are very very lucky, I might even safely get us back out.
Pity you didn’t ask what song I’d do for assassination planning.
No thought needed for that one-
Tell me that doesn’t get the blood pumping. :3
reblogging for the fact that he challenged two world leaders and a world icon and made them also plant a tree
The new Cold War.
there are people in the fandom who can
- write fanfictions
- draw fanarts
- create gifs
- think of theories
- edit stuff
and then there’s me
But there’s you, who
- Read our fanfictions
- Like/Reblog/Commission us for our fanarts
- View our gifs
- Support our theories
- Are amused by our edits
You are just as important as the rest of us.
pierce’s death was too good for him.
How hard he hits him though. He nearly knocks him off the chair he hits him so hard and Bucky’s head bounces on rebound. And Bucky isn’t even being defiant here, just stuck. He’s caught in his own thinking and isn’t really resisting, just not reacting. He’s still Winter Soldier here, but Winter Soldier trying to figure out what just happened with his day and we know he could stop Pierce mid swing if he really wanted. But he doesn’t, just sort of pulls himself back upright still clinging to the fact that SOMEHOW the Soldier knew him and can’t figure out why. The little bit of Bucky that’s left frantically trying to organize fragments of memory.
Pierce died too quick.
Here’s where it gets worse, though: a brief couple minutes later, Pierce tries to give him a speech. It’s a speech full of praise and glory.
And why would you bother? Because it works better, if all your violence comes with another option. It works better, conditioning, if you have a carrot and a stick. It works better if you are the font of all things good and make the frame so that the recipient thinks they deserve all things bad.
Now given where they’re keeping him, and everything else, let’s adjust this in perspective: “good” becomes not actually good. It becomes an absence of pain, of punishment. It becomes a positive word. It becomes the presence of another human being in a life of constant isolation and imprisonment.
And then if you really want to get upset, you can think about what Pierce would have looked like mid-century, when he was younger, and when the Winter Soldier starts making his mark.
I wasn’t using those feelings for anything. Feel free to shred, trample and set fire to them.
Blond, with a smile as familiar as anything he has ever remembered. A jaw line, so familiar- a blended perfect muddle of the shadows that speak of comfort and home.
And he needs him. Bucky is strong enough to protect him from the enemies, can shoot those who would kill him. Can help him. Can save him. Be guided by him.
He is so sad, this blond man- he has lost his family, and that feels- so familiar. His grief, his anger. Bucky connects with it- this smiling blond man, who smiles and bottles it up in spite of wanting to rage or scream. Bucky knows him.
And trusts him completely. Because he is, right. Good.Always has been.
He knows this on a base level.
Yes, his blond serious
commander leaderimportant one Stev-Pierce, lashes out, but, that, it, feels wrong and right, and he understands, and even at worst, it is better than the terrible shadow memories, the aching pain of isolation and loss and- grief, almost, just almost, paling next to the twinging reminders of the tortures of his repairs and training.
This man- he is with him. It may hurt, and he may hurt him, but, it is because Bucky is the wrong one.
It feeds into my internalized homophobia headcanons for Bucky.
Into how he wanted to keep Steve safe, and saw how Steve shined and fell in love with him.
How it was a sin and how it was proof that he was- a horrible man, not the protector and hero he wanted to be to Steve, but a selfish man in that he would not leave Steve. Would hold that love close and force it to be brotherly, even as it burned him.
How instead of the relief and pleasure that Steve was no longer sickly, all Bucky could see was how the Army would stain him, change him, and worse, how Peggy and all these others could now see that light- and distract Steve from him, take him away.
And Bucky hated that about himself.
And then he fell.
And then the torture.
And when all he has are the vaguest shadows, Pierce, looking like a child of Skinny Steve and Serum Steve and holding a clawing ball of rage and grief at the loss of his family… is there.
And he says that he needs Bucky. In fact, stages it so Bucky’s mission is to kill a target that happens to be set on assassinating him. Pierce knows who The Winter Soldier was.
Knows his history. And knows psychology.
Pierce PLAYED on it. Intentionally.
He studied Steve and Bucky, and played on it. It’s a good thing he never knew “Till the end of the line” because he would have used it ruthlessly.
He waged a war to replace Steve utterly- and for nearly forty years succeeded.
A dark fic that falls in line with this headcanon:
Summary: Alexander Pierce is an absolute horror of a human being and this is a troubling fic. word count: 1953
I would also reccomend reading the fic it originated from afterwards, since, even though it has angst, it has a positive ending:
Summary: “You look like him,” Bucky says. No prompting, no nothing. He just speaks, like this is a thing he does.
"What?" Steve asks. He didn’t really hear it, too stunned by the fact that words were coming out of Bucky’s mouth to understand their meaning.
"You look like him. So did Pierce." His voice is soft, gravelly from disuse. "Is that why they picked you?"
Steve’s heart plunges like an elevator with the cables cut. “Buck, it is me.”
The hard line of Bucky’s mouth softens just a little. “Sure,” he says.
word count: 2580
*screams while crying* Why would you DO this?
Steve spends a fair bit of time in the shower. The bathroom is the only room in the whole place that’s got a lock on the door, and even though it’d take about a half a second for Bucky to take that door off its hinges, at least it feels like privacy. Every night, he turns on the fan and turns on the water and strips and gets in and tries to wash it all away.
He stands in the shower, in the steam, with his forehead resting against the tiles, and tries to ignore the way the water doesn’t quite cover the little hitching sounds he makes. Some people are good at it, but Steve never could get the hang of silent crying.
Sums it up. D: D: D: D:
Go read it, guys. So good bad wrong ANGST.
JARED and Jensen!!!
Hahahaha- awww, let’s see Jensen do it maybe?
"This is my ALS ice bucket challenge. Please be forewarned: this video contains nudity & an inflatable horse." [x]
HOW DID I GUESS. This. Man. Gahhhh!
I look forward to Hillary doing it though. :3
i cannot believe that we were robbed of this book scene
I will never not be angry about this.
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