carter out

“I’m so sorry,” Carter said, dropping the large bag into the chair next to their’s, instead paying more attention to the book in their hand and taking another sip from their coffee mug. “It appears that this seat belongs to someone else at the moment and I’d let you sit there but gee,” Carter turned up to flash a quick grin, “I’d never want to be rude to someone like that would you?” Taking another quick drink, Carter pointed out towards the chairs set up in front of the shop. “You’re in luck though, there appears to be a chair open next to the girls posting their drinks to Instagram. If you hurry, maybe they can help you find a good angle to take your own picture.”

Funny thing… I was just thinking of Bellatrix LeStrange and realizing that while I grew up with this Helena Bonham Carter…

y’all mainly know this one, or variations thereon…

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And then I realized, hey, so that would mean that when Bellatrix was first a Death Eater and tortured Neville’s parents, she would have been a sweet-faced little demon who looked like this…

And maybe at Hogwarts in her day…

And that’s actually even creepier, honestly.

Sorry I stumbled on a gif set the other day and couldn’t get this out of my head.

THEY BOTH DO IT. Who taught these boys this move? Do you think it was Peggy?

Peggy (1940s): If I tell them falling over is a Good Fighting Tactic™ do you think they’ll believe me?

Peggy (2010s): Huh.


Before the Battle of New York, Steve found the old files of his comrades from the war. ‘DECEASED’ the dreadful faced-red stamp he kept seeing across all of them. All of them but one. The ache in his heart transformed into the shocking hope of the prospect to see her again. Peggy was still alive. Still alive. The words didn’t exactly registered in his brain but his eyes were already scanning the document to find an current address. There was none. Nothing since 1958. No MIA mentioned, no transfer. It’s like she vanished. Fury came along to offer him a mission the following day.

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