Captain America 2 : The Winter Soldier | Everybody Wants To Rule The World
…WHOA. now that’s good editing.
Holy shit. That’s amazing.
That’s fantastic. Just. Wow.
I want a story about Brooklyn residents and their POV after Steve moves back and is an Avenger and fighting and then coming home to Brooklyn and everyone simultaneously unphased and blasé but also alternately super protective and proud of their hometown hero.
And like Steve is just there and he’s a neighbor and a helper and a participant in block parties and spaghetti dinner fundraisers and checks in on the elderly and carries boxes and furniture for people and helps with neighborhood watch and teaches self defense classes and speaks at the schools.
And when he’s fighting and the fighting comes to Brooklyn or people are targeting Cap and everyone is like out on the street with baseball bats and yelling and being super protective and Steve is just like what are you doing are you out of your minds go back into your homes and stay safe and the people of Brooklyn are like fuck no, we are going to help you whether you like it or not. This is our home and you’re OUR kid. Brooklyn born and bred, that shit doesn’t leave you. And you’re not leaving US again.
#BROOKLYNITES ACTIVELY STOPPING PAPARAZZI FROM TAKING SHOTS AT CAP WHILE HE’S JUST LIKE IN FUCKING STARBUCKS OR SOME SHIT? #and there’s a pap across the street and this lady with a baby carriage bumps into the pap just as he’s taking his shot #”not here” she tells him in a quiet voice #and the pap looks around and EVERYONE on the street is giving him dirty looks #home sweet home
#this makes me so happy #because then bucky’s back right? #cripes you think they’re protective of Steve #imagine the collective wrath of brooklyn whenever someone starts trying to paint bucky barnes as a Bad Guy TM #like a radio show is talking shi t #and suddenly they are just swamped with calls from angry brooklyn folks #wanting to know if they like having front teeth (via bonesbuckleup)
set of nostalgia drawings by gabriel picolo. i don’t think i have enough space on my tumblr for all his works that i’d like to post.
these are incredible
Newton, I am not wrong. There is only one way to make sure. And that is to do this…together.
omg, press play. wait for the beat to drop.
this is just lovely
This was a pleasant surprise.
the sweetest and saddest ambient beat remix of anything ever
Special skills: extensive Harry Potter knowledge, can watch an entire TV show in a week, knows words to every Disney song, can form abnormally strong attachments to fictional characters, Microsoft Word
So you mean, able to retain…
On the Run by Thomas Sanders
Words can not express how much I loved making this vine…
i love this guy so much
Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure –
But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.
Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.
Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.
Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured – by their classmates –for having been born.
Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle – but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)
Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.
Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again – the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone – the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?
Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.
Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.
Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes – in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.
Imagine the ghosts.
Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield – it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)
Imagine the students unable to trust each other – everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.
Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault they’re dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your lover is dead.
Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.
Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.
Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.
Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.
Imagine the students who leave the wixen world – hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.
Imagine the students who never use magic again.
(From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)
So I made a thing
my kitten says hello
The little noooooiiissse ;__;
i bet the supernatural fandom cant find a gif related to start trek.
Pacman then. Can they do that?
What about Thor/Loki?
WELLL I believe this is Thor’s hammer::
And this guy was sort of Loki.
Okay.. Frozen then
Did I accidentally start a war with this fandom?
By the way…
Can you believe they call us criminals when he’s assaulting us with that haircut?
The biggest tragedy of Doctor Who for me is the fact that Jack never met the Ponds.
I mean, he would have liked Eleven and Amy.
He would have PURSUED Rory to the ends of the universe, and Rory would just be really confused and Amy would get super overprotective
"Captain Jack Harkness, and who are you?"
can you understand why I need this
What a bunch of a-holes !
Ugh. Tumblr animal lovers, pleeeeaaase help me. I want to adopt this sweet puppydog but I just spent my last 2 paychecks spaying and neutering a litter of kittens & their mama that were dumped at one of the farms I work at. I did it before I found out the dogs owner was planning on getting rid of him. This dog is such a sweetie, I used to be his trainer and babysat for their family. But I can’t transport him to me myself, and I can’t afford to pay someone for the gas to transport him. If I saved up the money on my own, it would take probably two more (monthly) paychecks to be able to afford it. I was supposed to have the money to transport him today but I didn’t. Nobody wanted to help, or they wanted to but couldn’t. So I talked to the owner and got until Thursday to get the money so he can be transported to me. After that, he’s not allowed in their house because of the landlord, he was really supposed to be gone before Wednesday. Pleeease help me. I’ll be eternally grateful. Even if you can’t help, please share and pass word along so we can get him to his new (and last) home! Thank you so much!!!!