anybody get it

anonymous asked:

I know Steve gets in a lot of dumb fights now, but what was the stupidest fight he got into pre-serum?

we grew up mostly during the prohibition, when alcohol was illegal. i mean, it was still pretty easy to get your hands on some, because people like alcohol, but most of it tasted awful, because it was home-brewed to be as strong as possible.
anyway, stevie and i got a bit of some really terrible hooch and squirreled ourselves away to get drunk. it took steve about four drinks to be totally wasted, and it turns out steve is a pretty entertaining drunk, with crazy fast mood swings and a tendency to want to touch things, just to see how they felt. he was wandering around the apartment trying to figure out if dark colors or light colors felt better, and he wanted to see if my hair–a nice dark color, versus his light blonde–felt nice. so i let him run his hand over the top of my head, and i was teasing him because he had all the fine motor control of a baby, so he’d made a mess of my hair. i think i said something like ‘my hair’s terrible now, stevie, and now nobodys gonna respect me’ and steve went ‘NO!! you have nice hair bucky your hair is GREAT it is SO GREAT.’ which was nice of him, because my hair really was a mess.

 and then he punched me.

he punched me several times. 

drunk steve is not much of a brawler so he didnt do much damage before i tipped him over and sat on him. it wasnt much of a fight. but if youre looking for stupid, attacking me to defend my own hair is probably one for the history books.

sometimes i miss wee steve, because big steve thinks my hair is ridiculous. i bet if tiny drunk steve were around, hed try and fight captain america to defend my hair’s honor. now that’d be a fight worth watching

anonymous asked:

i found a text post around tumblr where this guy's roommate came home really drunk and designed an airplane (with all the drawings and calculations and shit) while intoxicated and didn't remember it the next day could u imagine that with cf victor and yuuri tho lmfao

“Okay, okay, look,” Yuuri slurs, lying on Victor’s chest with a notepad held above his head and a pen resting between his fingers. “Look,” he repeats, as though Victor isn’t looking. “See?

“See what?” Victor asks, brushing Yuuri’s hair back out of his eyes. It’s not particularly comfortable, lying like this, but he’s not about to complain. Yuuri is adorable when he’s drunk.

He had been playing some game with Phichit for a few hours, and then he’d come back to their dorm room like this. Immediately, he’d collapsed on top of Victor and started babbling incessantly about a genius breakthrough he’d had. Now, he’s designing an airplane, and is very adamant that Victor pay attention to whatever it is he’s doing. “Look! Look!” he’s insisting.

“I’m looking,” Victor promises.

“See the, um, what’s that part called? The wing! See how the wing is shaped? Like that? That helps,” he informs him, but his serious tone is betrayed by his occasional hiccup. “Listen,” he repeats.

Victor can’t help but laugh, now. “I am listening, Yuuri. I’m listening and looking. I promise.”

“Now if we just… The air resistance…” He starts scribbling formulas.

In an attempt to get him to forget about his airplane, Victor runs his foot up the bottom of Yuuri’s sweatpants, drifts it across his ankle. Yuuri doesn’t even seem to notice. “So you’re designing an airplane?” he asks, because if you can’t beat them, join them.

Yuuri shifts on top of him–it’s incredibly distracting. “Mmm,” he agrees. A second later, he thrusts his drawing in front of him, admiring it. “Done.”

“Done?”

As if an afterthought, he adds a few more numbers with little arrows pointing to pieces of the plane. Then, he puts the paper down on the bed and turns onto his side, his entire weight still resting on Victor. Victor wraps his arms around him, keeps their legs tangled together. “Goodnight, Yuuri.”

“You’re so nice, Vitya,” he mumbles against Victor’s chest. “So nice. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

~

“Who wrote this?” Yuuri asks the following morning, holding up his airplane design. Then, he pauses, and slowly but surely brings the paper closer to his eyes. “This design is actually intuitive.”

“You made it last night,” Victor reminds him. “You don’t remember?”

“I made this?”

“You’re even smarter than me when you’re drunk,” he teases, gripping Yuuri’s hips with his hands and looking at the paper over his shoulder. “Except, there is a drool stain on my shirt.”

Yuuri turns in his arms and then cringes when he sees the prominent stain on Victor’s chest. Then, though, he seems to identify his mischievous smile and nudges his shoulder instead of being embarrassed. “Well, you’re a good pillow.”

“I like being your pillow. Can I major in that? Yuuri Katsuki’s pillow. Whenever you want to design airplanes while drunk again, just let me know. Or if you want to do something else while lying on top of me…” He pauses, lets the meaning behind his words settle in. “Let me know.”

“I’m up for doing something else while lying on top of you.”

Victor perks up. “You are?”

“Like playing games on my phone, reading a book, talking to Makkachin…”

“Yuuri.”

“I’m kidding.” He takes his hand and squeezes it, then leads him to the bed. “Really though, that design wasn’t bad. Remind me to show it to Phichit later.”

People always want to make noise about not romanticizing jd/veronica, but nobody wants to comment on how much the fandom romanticizes chansaw, which is much more abusive.

She physically assaults Veronica, cuts her off from her friends, threatens her if she doesn’t do exactly what she wants, and humiliates her (among other things). Like, y’all do whatever you want, but don’t act like a gay ship is inherently better than a straight ship or vice versa

I’m tired.

i’m so anxious right now
you may think it’s stupid because i’m not even living in america, but i’m going to tell you why i feel like this
i live in poland and we chose a new president and parliament last year
the conservative party won and took the majority of seats in parliament
we all said then “well, it’s only for a few years right? they can’t do much in that time”
but it only took a year for them to make so much damage
they already pushed so many dangerous laws, and we couldn’t do anything
it took us a mass protests and thousands people on the streets to stop the law that could completely ban abortion
every day they’re targeting minorities, they have no respect for the people who are not their supporters
and the public media? it’s 21st century, it’s not posiible for it to be censored or manipulated, right? we thought so too
now we don’t watch the news anymore, it’s all propaganda and hate
just because some people thought, “ah, it won’t be so bad”
“my vote doesn’t matter”
“it’s only for a couple of years”
now, we’re terrified of what comes next
but we’re the small country, we won’t do much damage to other countries
but united states?
so tonight i’m terrified, and i really really hope, people will choose right

Negan: *is apparently not a rapist*

Also, Negan: 

*tells Rick that he’ll forcibly shove his dick down his throat and that he’ll thank him for it*

*Plans to make Maggie one of his “wives” after brutally murdering her husband*

*Team Family HIDES Maggie to keep her safe from Negan*

*Preys on people for the thrill of power and control*

*Takes women and gives them no option but to say yes to being one of his sexual play things or face death*

*Has one of his wives escape him and would rather DIE than to continue to be Negan’s “wife”*

Negan Stans: He’s not a rapist

i don’t know if i’ve ever been in love the same way i don’t know if i’ve ever been happy. there’s a feeling that i call happiness and i can use to say when i’m happy but i’ll never actually know whether it’s your happiness, or a stranger’s happiness.

so, when i fall in love, i’m always worried there’s a feeling i’ll never experience, that somebody else is feeling, that i have to wait for the right person to know that i’m ‘in love’. or, that when i say ‘i love you’ i’m scared of lying. because i don’t know.

SAME, FAM, I LOVE WEREWOLVES SO MUCH THEY ARE MY FUCKING JAM. Earlier in the relationship it is! Have some fluffy-angst topped cliché!

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