"His tall, firm, upright figure, among the bulky forms and stooping shoulders of the elderly men, was such as Emma felt must draw every body’s eyes; and, excepting her own partner, there was not one among the whole row of young men who could be compared with him.”
Aries- I love you MORE
Gemini- I love… cake.
Cancer- for how long?
Leo- Well, why wouldn’t you?
Virgo- Thank you
Libra- I have to pee.
Sagittarius- No, I love YOUUUUU
Capricorn- I know.
Aquarius- What even is love?
"I think for Steve, it’s just so important for him to contribute something. He doesn’t want to be in the shadows. Bucky in this version has always looked out for him and been very overprotective. He’s had Steve in his mind in a certain way. He’d never want anything to happen to him—he’s the only family he’s ever had. […] I think for him there’s an element of, "Okay I’m going to go fight and I will survive this one mission and then I’ll come back and I’ll not go back." But the problem is that he has no choice because Steve’s going and he never lets Steve go by himself. […] Bucky’s like, "It’s you and I care about you—of course I love you." - Sebastian Stan [x]
“I’ve always struggled with relationships and my sexuality and being bisexual and not knowing how to sort of embrace that while also not being judged for it, It took me dating feminists to understand that these things are OK. I always knew it was OK — I was always fiercely defensive. There was always this little bit of doubt in me that people would think the worst of me, that people wouldn’t understand me.”
ANNE FRANK WAS BI
HOW DID NO ONE EVER TELL ME THIS
I FEEL FUCKING ROBBED
anonymous asked: Hello, do you have a gif or pic of Bucky in the second scene post credits of the movie?
People say you can’t read his expression in this scene, but I can make a guess. His mouth is sort of hanging open at the beginning like he finally realizes what Steve told him was true and that’s HIM and he was a hero and dear GOD what did they do to him? And then he just sort of closes his mouth and and his eyes harden just a little. That’s mission face. He’s owed answers and he’s going to GET them and he may have to carve a path of HYDRA bodies, but they made him so they can deal with the fire they played with. That last gif is a face that is both Bucky Barnes AND the Winter Soldier. Bucky wants the answers and the retribution, but the Winter Soldier is going to exact them. All my money is on Steve and Sam being able to find Bucky through a very curious HYDRA body count that just so happens to start.
I’m counting on this
They’re going to regret creating the Winter Soldier more than they’ve ever regretted anything. Bucky’s going to make sure they do. He’s got 70 years to make up for.
This post also makes the fantastic point that the final scene ends on a very particular sound cue: that distinctive electronic screech that you hear in the film whenever the Winter Soldier is fucking shit up.
Please take some time away from your regular fandom blogging and reblog this photo of some of the 200+ schoolgirls kidnapped by Boko Haram militants in Nigeria. This photo is a still from a video released today by the kidnappers. It is vital that people do not forget about them and keep demanding #bringbackourgirls
Boko Haram, like the Taliban militants who shot Malala Yousafzai, fear above all an educated, free thinking woman. This crisis will not go away until we address this issue.
P.S Do NOT use this post and others like this as an excuse to hate on Muslims or Islam or African nations. Only in our humanity will we find true peace.
I’ve read the articles about the parents who are so distraught they’ve hacked their way into the forest looking for their girls because the Nigerian government is doing very little to recover them. The UN, US and other agencies have offered to help—but the Nigerian government is dragging its feet. Which says to me they don’t care very much about the safety of women, or of these women—who were abducted forcibly from their school.
Women are not disposable. These women are not disposable. They are not property.
This is exactly why I am a feminist, because women all over the world are treated this way. Because black women are treated this way. Because poor people are treated this way—as less than other people. They are people. They deserve so much better.
benefits of being a lesbian
- she won’t kill the spider either
What if, in another universe, I deserve you?
Hear me out. There’s this philosopher from the 1890s named William James, and he coined this theory about “the multiverse” which suggests that a hypothetical set of multiple universes comprises everything that can possibly exist simultaneously.
Are you following? The entirety of space, time, matter and energy is all happening at once in different timelines: It’s the idea of parallel universes. Right? So okay, let’s presume the multiverse is real.
Well then, maybe somewhere in those infinite universes is one, or several, where I deserve you.
Maybe there’s a universe out there — happening now — where we end up together and when I close my eyes at night, I’m not dreaming the way a normal person would. Instead I’m seeing flashes of our lives in the multiverse. They’re not simple dreams because I miss you, right? They’re scientific, anachronistic visions.
In this universe, I don’t want a family, but maybe in another, I’m more of the type to settle down. Maybe there’s a universe where you hold my hand while I give birth to our daughter in a white hospital room with pink flowers and fuzzy teddy bears on the window sill. Where we take family vacations and pose for dorky pictures in our neon bathing suits on the sands of a Florida beach. Where we curl up to watch a cheesy movie at the end of a long day in our big, green, suburban house once the kids have fallen asleep.
Maybe there’s a universe where we are middle-aged and taking our child to college and bickering over where to put her dresser or what posters she should hang up. Where you kiss her on the forehead ‘goodbye’ and we drive home in contented, proud silence, your fingers grazing my knuckles, our wedding rings glistening. Where we both have gray hair and we laugh and smile and hug and drink lemonade on the porch.
Maybe there’s a universe where that’s the life I want. Where I don’t second guess everything and I’m not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there’s a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence.
Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you. Where no one becomes a doormat. Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues. A universe where we’re happy — without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up Jenga game ready to topple at the slightest quiver. A universe where we’re comfortable and sure, and we have cats.
Maybe there’s a universe where we fall asleep next to each other every night like spoons, like two innocent bunnies — my face buried in your neck, hugging your warmth — and we both don’t want anything or anybody else. Where we don’t want more, we just want each other.
Maybe there’s a universe where I don’t covet so much all the time and where I’m content and where I don’t wonder about picking up and moving to Japan without saying anything to anyone and where at this very juncture, I can just know I’ll always want to come home and cook dinner with you.
If you think of it all this way, then it’s like neither of us did anything wrong.
You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline. Everywhere else, nay, “everywhen” else — us in the Civil War, us in Ancient Egypt, us in the swinging ’60s — we are happy.
If this theory holds, well, by the law of averages, there had to be one universe — just this one — where we don’t end up together. Here and now just happens to be it. If you think of it this way, nothing is our fault.
So see, that explains everything. We’re not together anymore because of the multiverse.
Well, isn’t that comforting?
If you’re sad, do like I do and just think of the other ‘verses. The ones where I believe in love and where I don’t hate myself and where I never feel the need to kamikaze relationships. A universe where we can have nice things. It’s helpful, right?
Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you.