- This is my HP fancast aesthetic. Yes I know, I messed up Ginny’s name, I’m sorry. In my country her name is spelled like that. I realized that the English one is different too late, just when I posted it. -
“ Don’t you lecture me, blue-box man flying through time and space on whimsy. All I’ve got, all I’ve had for thirty six years, is cold, hard reality.“ ||| “ You left me alone for ten years! Don’t tell me I can’t be angry! “
Ruth Bader Ginsburg was born in Brooklyn in 1933. She meets Steve Rogers pre- or post-freezing.
It was nice to be back in New York, Steve thought, after touring the whole country with the Star Spangled Show. Even better, once the show was done here, they were going overseas – not into combat, but at least it was a start. It made him cheer up just to think about it, and he maybe threw a little extra flair into the show every night, took a little extra time at the stage door.
“What’s your name?” he asked, crouching to get on eye-level with the little girl who had been patiently waiting behind several taller, pushier people.
“Ruth,” she said shyly, offering him her autograph book.
“Lovely name,” he replied. “Did you like the show?”
She nodded. “I liked the dancing.”
“You gonna be a dancer when you grow up?”
“Nuh uh,” she said.
“What’re you gonna be?”
“A judge,” she said.
“Yeah? You gonna make sure justice is done?”
She nodded soberly.
“Well, Ruth, you gotta study hard, you know that, right?” he asked, as he signed her book. “I expect to see you on the bench someday.”
“Thank you,” she murmured, stepping back, and another handful of kids surged around her. Cute kid.
Steve had always liked Civics in school, but when you had to catch up on seventy years between your last history class and the present, it could get a little overwhelming. On the other hand, celebrity was good for something; when he’d been working on memorizing the names and major cases of the Supreme Court justices, Tony had said, “Well, do you want to meet them?”
A couple of long phone calls and a few weeks later, Steve passed through a LOT of security, down a hallway, and into a courtroom; it was early in the morning, ahead of the open public hours, and the room smelled like coffee. A tiny bird of a woman in a black gown was standing in front of the seating box.
“Captain,” she said, as he shook her hand.
“Justice Ginsburg, right?” he asked. “It’s an honor, ma’am.”
“I feel the same,” she said, and there was something very familiar about her smile. “I wanted to get here a little earlier than everyone else, to speak to you in private.”
He was opening his mouth, about to ask why, when she reached into a pocket of the robe and took out a battered leather book, the kind kids used to collect autographs in.
“I don’t suppose you remember, you must have signed a lot of autographs,” she said. “But back in the war, just before you left for overseas, I went to see your bond show.”
Steve looked down. Scrawled on the page was his clumsy signature and, in slightly better lettering, To Judge Ruth. Study Hard!
He looked up at her, eyes wide. “No, I remember – I asked if you wanted to be a dancer and you said no, you were going to be a judge.”
“You were the first adult outside of my family who didn’t sneer at a girl wanting to be a judge,” she said.
“Well,” Steve said faintly. “Guess you must have studied.”
“Captain America said he wanted to see me on the bench. Couldn’t very well let him down,” she replied, and Steve laughed.
romance movie scene where when the dude throws pebbles at the girl’s window it breaks the window and hits her in the head so they take her to the ER and she falls in love with a nice girl in the waiting room who has a broken leg
I want Jackson to be confused as hell this season, okay? I don’t even care about action just give me 45 minutes Jackson ranting at everyone and asking questions.
#McCall how the hell did you became an alpha? #Stilinski’s jeep is still working? #who is this hot girl?… What do you mean Stiles’ ex? # Wait you are dating ex of your bff? That’s bro code validation right there #who is this Liam kid and why is he here? #Why is everyone so happy to see Derek, it’s not like he letf-WAIT, Hale you left those idiots alone?! To protect the city?! And why aren’t you alpha anymore?! #what do you mean Stiles was possessed? #Okay so Liam is like little Scott and the other one is like little Stiles because he is useless gay human being surrounded by supernatural? #‘Stiles is not gay’ ha, that’s the best joke I heard in ages #wait, what do you mean it’s true? And he is dating… Lydia? Who came up with that?! #btw, anyone seen Issac? Wanted to ask him if he came out already #Why isn’t Derek Alpha anymore? #And why evil guy who controlled me is not dying?! Da fak Gerard, just die already, nobody wants you here! #so, Scott, your mama and Allison’s dad are dating? Well that would be awkward if you guys were still together… why are you staring at me like that? # Wait… What? #DEAD? ERICA, AIDEN AND BOYD TOO? HOW MAMY FUCKING PEOPLE DIED HERE?! #AND WHY NOONE TELLS ME STUFF?! YOU KNOW THAT PHONES ARE A THING RIGHT? #FUCK OFF GREENBERG, NOT NOW! #YOU COULD CALL AND ASK FOR HELP AND NOONE WOULD DIE! #AND WHO IS THIS ANOTHER FUCKING KID!? HOW MANY OF THEM YOU ADOPTED?!
I didn’t want to do the obvious role that you see in Hollywood most of the time, which is the heartbroken girl who’s waiting to be rescued by the guy, blah, blah, blah. I wanted to do something different.
“you know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful, and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later, they’re as dull as a brick. then there’s other people and you meet them and you think, “not bad, they’re okay.” and then you get to know them and… and they’re face just sort of… becomes them, like their personality is written all over it. and they just… they turn into something so beautiful.”
we’re poppin the biggest bottles when the man who started preying on sansa when she was 11 years old and trained jeyne poole, a child, in his brothel so she would learn how to sexually please ramsay b gets mcfreakin murdered tonight on hbo got
Summary: Where Harry’s just begun his solo career and performing is everything that he’s ever dreamed of; he can’t help but feel so alone sometimes though. Feeling as though everyone has someone, and he’s so out of the loop with his love life that it brings an imbalance. However, you can’t take everything and expect to give nothing in return or for everything to be ok for forever.
Word Count: 1,700
Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Desperation, Reference to sex, Loneliness, Cursing