i had to scan it seperately

But Nick Fury.

The thing is, even though the film arcs toward openness and transparency (which is amazing in itself) Fury is portrayed as intelligent, thoughtful, righteous, and very correct in his beliefs too—-

Steve and Nick Fury have a tense relationship: they argue, Steve gets angry with him, is critical of his style of leadership: they bump heads over Steve’s belief in openness and trust, and Nick’s reliance on compartmentalization and pragmatism.

 True, he is shown to be wrong about his support for preemptive technology and weaponization (in CATWS and in Avengers) but he’s justified in his reasoning for his beliefs; ESPECIALLY his reluctance to place trust in any one person.  

Both he and Steve are right: Natasha having a seperate mission made Steve’s job difficult, but trusting the big picture to any one person is dangerous; and Fury’s pragmatism ends up saving the day when he reveals he had a backup plan all along.  (scanning his bad eye)

Fury’s monologue to a thoughtful Steve in the elevator is a really great moment: it sums up his ethos (a bag filled with money and a gun) and gives background for his beliefs and his outlook.  

People have talked about the racial profiling-esque moment with Nick and the cops, but I thought the subtle mention that Nick Fury’s grandfather was a bellhop who lived in a rough neighborhood and had to get rough back was a really great touch that spoke to his perspective as a black man in America.

We know that Fury is a “grey” character: someone who withholds information, lies, and keeps secrets, but what I think is SO AMAZING is that one little scene where, even after knocking heads with Fury the entire movie, and being totally at odds with him- after storming out in anger after denouncing the insight project: Steve still rejects the idea that Fury would be evil or secretly aligned with evildoers.

It’s when he’s talking to Redford, who’s trying to plant the seed of doubt in his mind about Fury.
I think the line is something like “If you knew Nick Fury, you wouldn’t say that.”

Steve has no idea which way is up at this point in the movie: he’s confused, unsure of his allies and his enemies; Nick himself said not to trust ANYONE, and jfc he just found out his neighbor was an undercover agent.

But Steve BELIEVES IN NICK FURY.  He believes in this man whom he trusts enough to argue with and defy candidly.
 This man may make decisions Steve abhors, but ultimately, he knows where Nick stands.  


Someone beat me to fallen Matsus! So I added colors to my week-old scanned sketches! óvó/

I based them off the colors of the hearts! Except Oso-bro and Totty which I had to improvise and my scanner burnt down the orange color on the heart so phew

Bonus for Determined Child!

Dating the happy cowboy fills you up with determination!

Mistakes💋 a Dylan O'Brien imagine

Part two

I just cried. I let every little thing I ha been holding in out. Dylan was absolutely perfect to me. From his quirkiness to how much he cared for everyone around him. I buried my head in his chest as I clutched his shirt in my small hands. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay mad at him. He knew that too, but I knew he was willing to give me the space. When I finally calmed down, Dylan took a small step back to look at me. He wiped the black mascara stained tear streaks off of my cheeks and kissed my nose. I offered a small smile, but the sadness was still locked in the pools of my blue eyes. “I’m so sorry baby.” He whispered into my hair. “I love you so much.” My heart shattered at the sound of his voice. He sounded like he was afraid to lose me. Me of all people. I denied my decision of heart to just forgive him. “I just need some time Dylan.” I whispered. My voice was quite and a bit coarse from the sobs. He just offered a small nod as sadness too filled his eyes. I was so used to seeing those eyes full of life and joy. I shut my eyes to avoid more tears spilling over. “C-can we go now?” I asked gingerly. One problem was that we shared an apartment for the time being. Well until we were sure we were ready to absolutely live together. Dylan just offered a nod, walking towards his car.

Dylan forced me to sleep in the bed. I had wanted to take the couch. I stared at the ceiling just listening to the quiet of the apartment. Dylan had gone to Tyler’s for awhile. I listened as I heard noise. The door opened, I immediately recognized Dylan’s voice and then there was a shrill giggle of a girl. I heard a light thud and a few muffled noises that sounded like moans. I got up and pulled on Dylan’s old Uni sweater. I walked down the hall quietly. A small gasp escaped my lips. It obviously wasn’t too loud. I turned around and walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I turned the tub on, filling it with hot water. Once the water level was high enough, I turned the water off and lowered myself into the tub. I sat there with my knees pulled to my chest.

-trigger warning-
Before I had completely registered what was happing i had already found my old blade and had it pressed to my skin. I dragged it slowly, feeling the skin slowly seperate and watching blood ooze from the crevice. The tub water slowly turned a light shade of red from the blood that dripped off my legs and into the water.

I slowly dressed myself. Still only wearing Dylan’s sweater and some underwear. I had no care for any one seeing what I had did to myself. I walked into the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea. Dylan stumbled in when I had took the whistling tea pot off the stove top. I peeked over my shoulder to see his eyes scanning my backside. I turned around and tired to push passed him with my cup in my hand. He side stepped and crossed his arms “What are these?” He asked, his eyes full of hurt. I had broken a promise. “What’s this?” I asked pointing to a hickey on his collar bone. That’s when something in him snapped. “What are you going to do about it? Cut yourself some more?” He asked bitterly. The cup slipped out of my hands and collided with the hardwood floor. Ceramic pieces spread across the now tea covered floor when the cup shattered from impact.