They say that sometimes the person you love doesn’t deserve your love. And that may be true with some people but I never thought that it would be true with you. I always thought, no believed that you deserved my love if not more. But you took my love I held for you and ran over it like it was nothing, treating me like crap and laughing in my face like I was a nobody. But through it all, I still loved you. I stuck by your side, watching in the sidelines as you met up with other girls, laughing and getting to know them over me. I watched you come running back to me, your heart broken while mine was already in shreds. I let you weasel your way back into my tattered heart and seek refuge there like it was a place to keep you warm at night. Overtime, I started to re-embrace my feelings, letting you see how I truly felt. You told me you felt the same way, my hope getting up, the sky not even a limit this time. But just like that, you crushed my heart, breaking me into a million pieces like it was a game, and I was your consolation prize. My ego was bruised, my pride shattered, and my heart no more. In a matter of two days, you managed to rebuild me only to break me down again. And what’s worse is that I’m still there, on the sidelines, watching with deep never-ending sadness. Every time I see you, I remember the little reasons why I love you, the little details about you that makes you, YOU. I break everyday and you used to notice it but then you met HER and it was like I no longer existed. And what’s worse is that you’re both my friends. You both run around me like I’m nothing, only coming to me when you need something or want something. I feel like I’m just a tool to you. My love is going to waste on you while you love somebody else. My friends tell me to move on, but I lie saying I don’t know what they’re talking about. And it used to be, where I didn’t know what they were talking about. It wasn’t until I embraced me feelings for the first time that I came to terms with what I really felt. But I would still lie to them. I watch you and her be happy together and it breaks my heart. I want to be the one to make you happy, be your first kiss, your first love, your first everything, but I know deep down I won’t be. I need someone else to make ME happy like how I want to make YOU happy. It’s not fair to me to hold myself back when you’ve clearly moved on. I need another version of me, just so I can love myself as I love you. I always knew that I would love you like there was no tomorrow and you would love me like there was no yesterday.
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Captain America (Steve Rogers), Avengers, Young Avengers and Secret Warriors assemble to take down Iron Patriot (Norman Osborn).
Now for a close-up at the three star-spangled themed superheroes at the second pic. There’s Patriot (Elijah Bradley), Captain America (Steve Rogers) and Captain America (Bucky Barnes, also nicknamed as “Bucky Cap” or “Captain Bucky”).
God, introducing the skrulls to the MCU offers up so much plot potential. And I kinda get why Feige and Gunn said that phase 4 is going to be more ‘cosmic’. If they’re planning the Secret Invasion storyline they can go cosmic without leaving Earth.
And hey, remember how Tony was selling the tower in Spider-Man Homecoming? Two words: Norman Osborn.
Combine that with my Thunderbolts theory, and Red Hulk, and the fact that they left Zemo alive at the end of CACW… it’s all starting to come together. Just saying.
Oh and Strange, and Stark, and if they introduce Namor in the Infinity War movie (they’ll probably use Steve and Tchalla in lieu of Xavier and Richards)… Illuminati.
Imagine Steve having been mentored by Norman Rockwell
Steve only agreed to face
the storage unit because Pepper said she’d go with him.
Steve had an appreciation
for all of his teammates and Tower-mates but his affinity for and friendship
with Pepper ran deep. She reminded him
of both is mother and Peggy: a calm confidence and strength that was all Peggy
and a kindness that sometimes, (usually when he was very tired), made his eyes
prick thinking of his mother.
Apparently Howard had
taken it upon himself to store any and all of Steve’s belongings he could get
his hands on in a unit in his New York mansion.
Tony had never touched it (not even out of curiosity), and it had been
collecting dust for almost 80 years now.
Pepper had finally convinced him to visit and sort through what was
The old lighting buzzed
quietly in the silence as they surveyed the space. There was a cage in the far left packed high with
boxes. The rest was empty and mostly
dusty. She took one look at the empty space in front of the unit and laid down
three pieces of blue painters tape parallel to one another and eight feet
“Left is keep. Second from the left is for things you need
time to think about, second from the right is donate, right side is throw
You are overwhelmed and this will help you strategize, he heard her say.
He pulled her into a tight
hug. “Thank you.”
Three hours later and
they’d gotten through just over half of the unit. A majority of what had been in there, Steve
decided to donate to museums or sell to antique shops (he’d balked at the idea
of selling rather than donating to the shops, but Pepper pointed out he could
donate the funds to charity, so selling to shops it was).
The second-largest pile
was the trash pile, mostly full of empty boxes or old, moth-eaten clothes and
He was deciding upon
whether to keep the rickety bedside table that had been his mothers when Pepper
called to him rather shakily.
“You ok?” She was standing still on solid ground and he
hadn’t heard her fall. When he
approached, he noticed she was holding a yellowed sketchpad.
“Steve – what’s this? Is –
it looks like something Rockwell would draw.” She was passionate about art, something he admired in the collection in the Tower and her willingness to spend hours with him at a museum.
He glanced closer at the
page and smiled, pointing to a slightly smudged signature. “Oh – it is one of Norm’s. Huh. I
didn’t think that’d’ve been left with me.
I thought Howard would’ve donated it.”
“This is a Norman Rockwell
original.” Her voice was shaking still.
“Yeah. I mean-“ He flipped
the pages in the book. “See, there’s a
bunch. He –this must have been one of
the ones he used.”
Pepper tore her gaze away
from the book to search Steve’s face.
“What do you mean?” She
registered something he’d said and added, an octave higher: “Norm?”
“Norman – he was my
mentor. Not for long – before I met
Erskine, I was working as a propaganda artist.
He took me under his wing. I
think he saw a little bit of himself in me –he was a skinny guy too and until
he tricked the military, they wouldn’t take him either.”
Pepper was nearly
trembling. “Steve, do you have any idea
what these are worth?”
He took the sketchpad from
her carefully. “There’s a bunch of them
in here. I think we should donate some,
sell some others. And I want to stop at
a frame shop, on our way back to the Tower.”
Pepper furrowed her
“I know it wasn’t Tony
that curated that collection. You’ll
appreciate these more than anyone. Pick
out the ones you want.”
It wasn’t often Steve felt
he could repay his friends for their support, but this time, given Pepper’s
crushing hug, he felt pretty sure he was on the right track.
Maybe an odd grouping of photos, but it’s the internet there’s definitely weirder out there.
It’s Lucifer(Mark Pellegrino), Loki(Tom Hiddleston), Hawkeye(Jeremy renner), Sean Bean(Boromir LOTR/Sharpe/Legends), Norman Reedus(Boondock Saints), Viggo Mortensen(Aragorn LOTR/History of Violence/Eastern Promises), Adam Fergus(Mick Davies), Jeffrey Dean Morgan (John Winchester), David Haydn-Jones (Arthur Ketch), and lastly the late Wayne Rogers as ‘Trapper’ John Francis Xavier McIntyre (the blonde one on the left) and Alan Alda as Benjamin Franklin 'Hawkeye’ Pierce(he’s the dark haired one on the right) in a photo from M*A*S*H
Insert from Bandai Entertainment’s The Big O complete collection DVD set. This took forever to put up; everyone’s skintones were screwy in my original scans, and my attempts at Photoshop cleanup didn’t do much good. Know I now to use the “Use Scanner Driver” setting in my scan program, which both gives me more control of the outputted image and scans in much faster.
Ginger Rogers and Norman Foster between scenes of Rafter Romance 1933.
This movie has considered lost for years. Ginger herself tried to find a copy, but nothing was discovered until after her passing. I first saw it at a Friends of Ginger Rogers event at the Roosevelt Hotel in Hollywood. It was unrestored, the picture jumped, and the sound was horrible, bur we all eagerly watched it anyway. I’m glad the movie is in good condition again. I just wish Ginger had been around to see it.