when his agent called and was like

My favorite headcannon is that Jack has an amazing singing voice and he doesnt even know it.

One day when they’re driving in the car, Bitty has his Sappiest Love Songs Ever playlist going, and Jack’s hitting every note in If I Ain’t Got You. By now Bitty knows Jack can sing, so he posts a video of Jack just going at it on his twitter. The offical Falcs account retweets it. Lin-Manuel Miranda retweets it. Bad Bob retweets it with a “He definitely got that one from his mother”. #WhatThePuckZimmermann is trending #1. The world absolutely loves that this big, quiet, awkward hockey bro also belts it out to sappy love songs on long drives, and Bitty is so proud they finally get to see a part of the real Jack.

These are not normal times. These are extraordinary times. And extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures.

When you have a spokesperson for the president of the United States wrap up a lie in the Orwellian phrase “alternative facts”…

When you have a press secretary in his first appearance before the White House reporters threaten, bully, lie, and then walk out of the briefing room without the cajones to answer a single question…

When you have a President stand before the stars of the fallen CIA agents and boast about the size of his crowds (lies) and how great his authoritarian inaugural speech was….

These are not normal times.

The press has never seen anything like this before. The public has never seen anything like this before. And the political leaders of both parties have never seen anything like this before.

What can we do? We can all step up and say simply and without equivocation. "A lie, is a lie, is a lie!” And if someone won’t say it, those of us who know that there is such a thing as the truth must do whatever is in our power to diminish the liar’s malignant reach into our society.

There is one group of people who can do a lot - very quickly. And that is Republicans in Congress. Without their support, Donald Trump’s presidency will falter. So here is what I think everyone in the press must do. If you are interviewing a Paul Ryan, a Mitch McConnell, or any other GOP elected official, the first question must be “what will you do to combat the lying from the White House?” If they dodge and weave, keep with the follow ups. And if they refuse to give a satisfactory answer, end the interview.

Facts and the truth are not partisan. They are the bedrock of our democracy. And you are either with them, with us, with our Constitution, our history, and the future of our nation, or you are against it. Everyone must answer that question.

- Dan Rather calling on journalists to hold the GOP accountable for lies from the Whitehouse.

thanks to the amazing Lin-Manuel Miranda and his masterpiece that is Hamilton, more people are taking an interest in colonial american history. I think I should share some of the historical anecdotes and fun facts I’ve picked up over the years because of my history obsession… 

  • One of John Adams’ sons, Charles Adams, once ran naked across Harvard Yard.
  • We all know Hercules Mulligan, but did you know he owned slaves? (your opinion of him just changed a little didn’t it?) Anyway… he had a slave named Cato who worked with Mulligan for the patriot cause. Cato was a double agent and he gave vital information to Lafayette that would eventually lead to the victory at Yorktown. 
  • When Thomas Jefferson’s wife died in 1782 he locked himself away in their room at Monticello and refused to leave for weeks. He burned all her letters and some of her belongings and rarely spoke of her for the rest of his life. 
  • Benjamin Franklin liked to take what he called “air baths” in which he sat naked in an empty bathtub with a window open for a couple hours a day
  • Abigail Adams was amazing. She taught herself to read (even though women were not allowed/afforded a proper education back then), she was active in the patriot cause, spoke openly against slavery and was for equal rights for women and people of color. 
  • Abigail and John Adams were strongly against slavery and refused to live in the white house because it was built by slaves. 
  • John Adams and Thomas Jefferson both died on July 4th 1826 (the 50th anniversary of the declaration of independence)… only FIVE hours apart from each other. 
  •  When Lafayette went back to France he took soil from Bunker Hill with him and was buried in it when he died. So even though his grave is in France, he’s buried in American soil and to this day he always has an American flag waving next to him :’) 
  • Lafayette’s ship was called the Hermione. Sadly, the original no longer exists but an exact replica was built and spent this past summer travelling all over the United States and Canada 
  • Many historians believe (myself included) that George Washington was probably not straight (along with many other founding fathers) 
  • John Adams was actually a pretty cool guy but Alexander Hamilton was salty that Adams fired him and that’s why he made fun of him all the time (Which I don’t blame Alex for, it was a pretty jerk move of Adams to fire him, but keep in mind that Adams WAS a cool guy and maybe the fandom shouldn’t make fun of him so much…) 

there are so many more but I wanted to focus on some that most people probably don’t know already… feel free to add to my list if you think of any more

(I could cite all these to prove their accuracy but I’m lazy and hopefully you people know how to google)

[EDIT: I realized that I wasn’t clear enough on a few of these. 

  • Abigail Adams did not have any formal education. She worked very hard to develop her reading skills and taught herself in many areas. She read avidly and became a very well educated and accomplished woman. 
  • Yes Adams is credited as being the first president to live in the White House, but he didn’t live there. While in office his primary residence was his home in Quincy, Massachusetts and he only stayed at the White House while he was in DC. Combined with the fact that slaves built the White House, DC was also a swampy and not-so-fun place to be back then. As a result, no, John Adams did not technically live in the White House. ]  
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imagine Credence has been living with Newt, and to some extent Graves, for some time now and while Graves and Credence’s relationship is still a bit rocky it’s nowhere near as awkwardly painful it was in the beginning.
Then one day Newt fire calls Graves in a fit because someone forcibly took Credence from him and he’s terrified because the rude ministry agent kept going on about how it was time to stop coddling the monster boy and finally study him.
Graves is immediately filled with rage and takes off with Newt for the ministry department head offices on a mission to tear someone a new one. when he gets there he sees Credence in bad shape curled up trying to protect himself from these strangers and Graves just knows this will ruin their progress with Credence.
his fury rolls off of him like fire as he puts himself between Credence and the agents before throwing his wand up at them and growls dangerously
“DON’T TOUCH MY SON!”

Mace was all like “i know what agent fitz means to her” but when daisy said something about Jemma being kidnapped three times and only twice on earth he was shook. SHOOK. HE DOESNT KNOW SHIT. i want someone to school him. i want him calling daisy to his office and being like “please elaborate on what you were saying about agent simmons.” and daisy just looking at him– the poor fool doesn’t know what he’s getting into– she plops into the chair “make yourself comfortable, Director.” and then UNLEASHES THREE YEARS OF JEMMA SIMMONS AT HIM. HES EVEN MORE SHOOK. HE CANT BELIEVE HOW GOOD AND BRAVE AND FUCKING STRONG JEMMA SIMMONS IS. he has a newfound respect for her. and daisy. he makes more effort to know about the rest of the team.

didn’t know about jemma simmons HA.

spainonymous  asked:

Seriusly, white helmets are ISRAEL, saw my post

Bashar al Assad has killed 500,000 people and it’s lies like this that help him do so. Ever since the Syrian revolution began in March 2011, when the people of Syria people dared oppose his dictatorship, he and his supporters began tainting everybody involved in the uprising as American or Israeli agents. This gave him the legitimacy to target ordinary Syrian civilians who opposed his rule. While too many people have been caught up with this overly anti-imperialist-American/Israeli-conspiracy bullshit, he’s taken half a million lives.

I wouldn’t be surprised if his supporters have called Hamza al-Khateeb an Israeli spy. I wouldn’t put it past them.

Let’s talk about Israel specifically. Bashar and his father Hafez before him have been the submissive neighbours Israel look for. What sense would it make for Israel to want to be part of the removal of a dictator who has never shown any resistance to the Zionist occupation of the Golan Heights and who has never shown aggression to the Zionist state? Any leader other than Assad - anyone else - would show some sort of defiance against Israel, so why on Earth would they want to change that? 

Please put some thought into these conspiracy theories. Assad put them out there the moment his authority was questioned, it’s the most basic line for dictators: “Israel is behind this” and people just fall for it? 

Why is it that when there are revolutions in other countries, we hear “power to the people”, but when it comes to Syria we hear all this conspiracy bullshit? Assad has always been a dreadful leader and many Syrians want him out. That’s the bottom line. Nothing to do with Israel.

in me1 it always sorta stuck in my gizzard that everyone referred to saren by his first name when, logically, they’d call him “arterius”- especially in cases like administrator anoleis on noveria, who calls him “agent saren”. it didn’t make a whole lot of sense.

but then i was writing something and something clicked, something that had been staring me in the face the whole time: there was another arterius.

growing up, saren would have been surrounded by his brother’s legend. desolas, the officer. desolas, the born leader. desolas, the warrior. desolas, desolas, desolas. so imagine, if you will, that everyone refers to saren by his first name on his own insistence- saren, not arterius. the spectre, not the general’s brother.

and then desolas dies, and suddenly their shared name sticks in his throat. arterius, the dead man. arterius, the one who sacrificed himself to save his people. arterius, the one who lost everything.

suddenly, insisting on his given name means avoiding another one he’ll never live up to.

Seventeen in a Intelligence Agency Au

Warning: A kinda long post ahead. Idek why it got that long tbh. 

This is my take on Seventeen in an Intelligence Angency Au, with SEVENTEEN being one of the many groups in the Agency. This is loosely based on the Boom Boom MV, with some/most are from my own imagination. 

. S.Coups is the suave leader. In charge mostly of making plans and transportation - getting the group members in and out. Can drive most vehicles like it’s no one’s business. Worries about his leading ability a lot, even though everyone agrees he’s the best leader they could ever ask for. Crashed a helicopter with himself inside into a building once to get his group members out of danger. Is the only one brave enough to interrupt Woozi in his sleeping/eating time.

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kixboxer  asked:

Underground street racing

do you even KNOW ME.  do you know how much i have to wildly repress every urge in my sick, weary bones to write a fast and the furious AU???  let’s talk about VICTOR NIKIFOROV and his SEM’YA (”i hate it when you call us that,” yurio complains), a group of elite street racers in st. petersburg.  word on the street is that they (”they’re bravda,” agent nishigori corrects later, after yuuri’s gotten too close, “not sem’ya”) have been hijacking entire military convoys and stealing government weapons to deal on the black market.  previous attempts to infiltrate the group have been futile, and when pressured, the GRU contracts M16 agent and former japanese drift king yuuri katsuki to go undercover.

it would have everything i love forever, like SECRET IDENTITIES and MISUNDERSTANDINGS and yuuri and victor fucking in and on a ton of hot cars.  it turns out that the nikiforov family is being blackmailed by the russian government, because there are no bad guys in YOI, but russia has vladmir putin??? so anyway, victor finds out yuuri is a secret agent when he saves them from a set up, and they get into a fight and yuuri says, “let’s end this,” and they Sad Fuck in a car before taking down the entire russian government withs cars, and then yuuri offers victor a ten second car to help him escape and start a new life.  “that’s what you wanted after you beat me in that first first race, right?” yuuri asks, and victor takes him buy the hand.

“yuuri,” he says, “all i ever really wanted was you.”

anyway, they run away together and have more sex in cars and it’s SUPER. 

not that i’m watching friends or anything but when ross gets fired and joey is teaching him how to be unemployed, we find out that joey has been calling chandler at work every wednesday for the last six months to tell him “iii looove you” repeatedly “as a prank.” in his next scene, his agent estelle asks if he’d like to audition for gay porn. the scene ends before we see joey’s answer. this is in the first 5 minutes

“Your choices matter!!”

Okay that’s cute Bioware but like… why did our characters say the key phrase with literally no input from us? 

There are at least two classes, Imperial Agent and Jedi Knight, who have very important and core-to-their-class-story reasons to be completely against using the key phrase on Vaylin. Onomatophobia and “hi I was mind fucked and controlled by Valkorion too!”

So when Vaylin lifts one of those spires to throw at us, why couldn’t we have options that looked like this?

[Run!]

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[Divert the spire] (shows if force sensitive)

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[Use Keyphrase]

Why have them just automatically use the phrase even if its completely OOC for them to do so? Why can’t they go against Valkorion’s wishes and blatantly call him out on just wanting Vaylin dead for his own schemes rather than yours and the galaxy’s supposed safety?

AND WHY THE FUCK. Why the fuck was that finale sequence played out like some kind of big revelation? There are going to be characters, especially the jedi knight, who would assume and see Valkorin’s meat suit takeover as a fucking given.

Christ.

I don’t particular like a lot of Deadpool humor (Not offensive, just meh) and parts of his fandom is incredibly annoying, but I have to admit he’s a pretty interesting character with some interesting relationships.

Deadpool and Shiklah are great because neither of them conforms fully to gender stereotypes. Deadpool loves his dresses and Shiklah has a male-looking demon form.

Hydra Agent Bob is so painfully obviously a submissive who loves being bossed around and humiliated. He likes when Deadpool calls him his pet, and has been seen sitting by Deadpool’s feet when resting. Only way to make their relationship more obviously BDSM would be if Bob called Deadpool master.

I love how cheesy-romance-novel levels of romantic Death and Deadpool’s romance is.

Cable and Deadpool’s relationship is so heavily implied it might as well be canon. Cable is canonly Deadpool’s deepest darkest desire, Cable appears among Deadpool’s canon female love interests in Deadpool’s mind, it is being heavily implied they often share a bed because Cable knows what kind of dreams Deadpool usually wakes up from, and the list goes on.
Irene and Cable’s relationship is also only implied, except for one time Deadpool said that because Irene is Cable’s lover she should have a say in things too. So it would seem he and Irene have agreed to share Cable and respect each other’s place in the relationship, even if Deadpool would like it to be everyone with everyone.

Deadpool loved and accepted Eleanor as his daughter from the moment Carmelita angrily put her in Deadpool’s arms, and ever since then he has been trying to make it up to them both by helping in any way he can.

Deadpool’s one-sided attraction to Spider-Man is very VERY canon, considering he accidentally jizzed in his suit when they were tied together crotch against crotch, and Peter didn’t stop insulting Deadpool despite being told it is one of his kinks.

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Vance: You never saw the shooter?
Tony: Well, I was pretty busy trying to keep my brain matter intact.
Vance: And you were on your way to the airport.
Tony: Personal trip.
Vance: To Israel?
Tony: I’ll travel for good hummus.
Vance: Does Agent David know you’ve been delayed?
Tony: She does.

First of all: When Tony said he was trying to keep his brain matter intact, I um, thought he meant because he was a little… excited about the nature of the trip. I forgot about the actual shooting, because I am trash.

Second: LOL VANCE he knows what’s up. I LOVE IT. YES CALL THEM OUT ON IT LEON.

Third: Look at Tony answering like a good husband about calling her because #MARRIED. SO VERY #MARRIED.

Fourth: I too will travel for good hummus, Tony.

Let’s Find A Way

Let’s Find a Way
Summary:
some time in the second half of season 2. Jane becomes erratic and violent in the field and Kurt needs to do something about it.


He had actually yelled at her - he had never yelled at her before, not like this - he had also called to Reade to pull her back and ordered her off the field. He had benched her, had two agents drive her back to the office and pulled her off active duty for the day. So naturally, she was fuming when he had come back. She was in his office, pacing back and forth, and he could tell, even when he was just stepping out of the elevator, that his long hard day was just about to get longer and much much harder.

She didn’t give him much of a chance because the minute he opened his office door, she was barking at him.

“What the hell was that out there, Kurt? I had him! I had that asshole and you pull me back?” she yelled and he tried his best to remain calm.

“I could ask you the same thing, Jane,” he said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked.

“It means that the man had been disarmed and he had surrendered and you were still acting like-“

“Like he’s a criminal?” she said, “well excuse me, but he is.”

“Still, there’s protocol to follow,” he replied calmly.

“Ha!” she huffed sarcastically, “quite ironic to have you talk about protocol.”

He shook his head and sighed. “Just go home, Jane,” he said, “it’s been a long day for everyone. Go home, take a shower and get some rest. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

She was quiet for a moment, watching him go around his desk and sit down. He dropped his head into his hands and waited for her to leave.

“What do you want from me, Kurt?” she said, her voice low, tired. He looked up at her, a silent question in his eyes. “I’m just trying to do my job.I’m just trying to be who you all want me to be out there.”

He shook his head and looked at her for a moment. “I don’t want this person out there in the field with me,” he said softly. She looked down and shrugged. Ever since the first failed mission to thwart Sandstorm’s plan, something in her had changed. She was more ruthless out there, fiercer, unrelenting… cold.

“I don’t know who else you want me to be,” she whispered, walking back to sit on the couch across from his desk, “I don’t know who else you want me to be…”

The sight of her then broke his heart. He pushed himself up and walked towards her, pulling a chair from the table, he sat across from her.

“I just want you to be Jane,” he said gently, and even though she could not bring herself to look up at him, her head shifted slightly as she dropped it in her palms.

“I need you to be Jane,” he repeated, “I need you to be the voice of reason out there, the calm and collected one. I need the Jane back who used to pull me back when I lost my head, who used to talk me down when I wasn’t seeing things straight, who reminded me to take a step back when things out of hand. I need the compassionate Jane, the one who believes that everyone deserves a chance, that there is good in everyone.”

He reached towards her, hesitantly taking her hand in his forcing her to look at him. “I don’t know who this person you think you need to be is… and to be honest she scares me sometimes,” he said, his fingers wrapping around her hand gently, his thumb tracing the tattoo there. “But what I do know is that she is not who I want out there by my side. I want my partner back,” he said, looking at her intently, his eyes never leaving hers, “I want my Jane back. Please, I need her. I can’t do this without her… without my Jane.”

Phil Coulson: “We’re not leaving our people behind.”

Melinda May: “Mission before the man.” but if it’s Coulson it’s a different story

Can we appreciate one more time that Coulson and May complement each other perfectly whether as field agents or when calling the shots as mission commanders?

Coulson always have this optimism and unending trust for his people (see also: Mace and Daisy, and why Ward’s betrayal broke him) and he doesn’t like the “sacrifice one to save many” mentality. May is the logical one who’s willing to make sacrifices and cold hard decisions for the success of the team as a whole. Both of them together creates a balance and I find that beautiful.

of red lips and diners

request: Can you write one where hes so crazy in love with the READER,he confesses his love and at first shes shocked & didnt answer,Eggsy feeling t'was a mistake confessing and leaves heartbroken but eventually she visits him to tell him she loves him more💕

pairing: eggsy unwin x reader

gender: fluffy fluffness~

word count: 1975 words

p.s.: okay, so this is my first time writing for kingsman. I decided to start this blog because i feel like there need to be way more kingsman fanfiction hahaha. Hope you like it!

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Protection (B.Barnes)

Protection

Bucky Barnes

Warnings; swearing, arguing, traumatic past



“I can handle myself and you know that! I was fine out there! What the hell is wrong with you?” You scream at the brunet in front of you, his head bowed down slightly in what could only be shame. Removing your gun from it’s holster on your thigh, you make your way to your room but not before slamming the door in Bucky’s face.

He hadn’t meant to upset you or even make you think that he didn’t believe in your strength, that was truly not his intention. You were the only person in the entire compound besides Steve who was remotely nice to him, he never wanted to offend you in the slightest.

But, when he saw you out there fighting off three HYDRA agents without any weapons other than your bare hands, something snapped inside of Bucky. He’s not sure what it was, Steve likes to call it love but Bucky always dismisses him without giving an answer, but the idea of you even attaining a single scratch made his stomach churn in the worst of ways. 

Instead of fighting alongside you, Bucky pushed you as far away from the men as he possibly could and took on the trio by himself. To say you were furious was an understatement. You would have attacked Bucky the second you got the chance if it hadn’t been for Steve pulling you into the quintet. 

You were a skilled assassin, trained by the best Russian team in the world from the ripe age of five before you finally managed to defect. You were talented in combat, artillery handling and manipulation, to say your strength had no limit wasn’t even the beginning of all the positives about you. Bucky knew all of this, so you couldn’t even begin to wrap your head around why he felt the need to push you out of your own fight.

“Y/N, open the door.” Bucky sighs, pressing his forehead against the cool metal. He listens carefully over the hum of his teammates having a congratulatory drink in the kitchen. “Please.” He hears cautious footsteps before the metal door sheaths itself into the wall, allowing him into the familiar bedroom he had grown to know so well. 

Whenever Bucky had a nightmare, you were always the first one by his side. You awoke by the slightest stir, your training providing that slight flaw. You would console him and invite him into your room, rubbing his back until he fell back asleep. You had even helped Bucky to get his nightmares to decrease by talking about his past with HYDRA.

Bucky notes that you have changed out of your skin-tight, black suit and into an oversized tee. “I’m sorry that I made you upset. I didn’t mean to, I just got nervous.”

You scoff, tossing your long hair into a bun. “You were nervous? That’s funny because you clearly weren’t nervous about taking on three HYDRA agents all while pushing me across the damn room.” You snap, placing your favorite fluffy socks onto your cold feet.

“I wasn’t nervous about them, Y/N. I was nervous about you. I don’t know-”

“I can take care of myself.” You snarl, cutting him off completely. “You know damn well what I can handle and that was nothing for me. I was fine, I knew what was happening. If i wanted a damn babysitter I would move back home with my parents.”

Bucky nods, shifting on his heel while looking directly at you. “I wasn’t trying to treat you like you were less than, I only wanted to make sure you were safe.” He admits, anger starting to build in him for the second time that day. “Did you ever stop to think for one second that maybe you could have died? That they could have attacked your blind spot?”

“I had it handled, I knew where every weapon was. Do you think I’m that reckless that I’d put myself in a situation I didn’t think I could get out of?” You ask, the anger dissipating as fatigue overtook your body.

“One wrong move and they would have killed you! Do you even understand how much that would kill me? To have to watch you get hurt and know I could have done something about it?” Bucky starts to yell, his metal hand running through his hair harshly.

You groan, rubbing your eyes. “You should know better than anyone else that I can take care of myself. I am not this fragile being that you and Steve like to think I am! I my be four years younger than Nat but I’m not a fucking baby!” You scream back, your fists clenching.

“Then stop acting like one! Stop putting yourself in positions where you could be killed!” Bucky yells back, his aggression matching your own. 

“I’m doing my job! I’m so damn sorry that I can’t just sit in an office, out of harms way! I’m a trained assassin Bucky, do you forget that? I have killed more people than I’d care to admit, I’m always in danger. I’m always going to be in positions where my safety could be compromised, but it’s the life I was forced into and I can’t just leave it because I could die.”

Bucky hears the hint of sadness in your voice when you talk about your prior profession. He knew that struck a nerve with you, he knew how sensitive you were about that. You had always tried to be as nice as you possibly could be just in case that could make up for your past in any means. He knew your past would haunt you everyday for the rest of your life, it was worse than his own. Bucky at least got to have his mind erased after his torture whereas you had to remember every hit, kick and wound that you attained.

“Y/N..”

“No. I’m done with this. If you want to keep arguing then so be it but I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” You sighed, wiping your face before laying in bed with your back to Bucky.

Bucky sighs, sitting at the foot of your bed with his hands in his lap. “I pushed you away because I was scared. I was scared that you’d get hurt and that i’d never have the chance to tell you how I feel. I love you, Y/N. I love you so much that sometimes my judgement gets clouded when it comes to you and the only thing on my mind is how I’m going to protect you even though I know you can protect yourself.”

“I can’t go on missions with you because I get so distracted by you and if you’re okay that I usually end up being the one who gets hurt. I just love you so much and the thought of losing you terrifies me because that means I’ll never be able to hear you talk about that new book you read and how amazing it is or watch you make blueberry pancakes to cheer me up on bad days. If I lost you, I’d be a god damned mess, I don’t know if I would ever be able to pick myself up. I’m sorry I made you feel like I didn’t believe in you, I do, more than anything in my life.”

Bucky waits in silence, his chest rapidly rising and falling as his lungs try to collect air after the rant he just produced. When he’s greeted by nothing but silence for a few moments, Bucky nods and stands before walking to the door. He flicks the switch, turning the lights off in the room. 

Before he can leave, he hears a muffled “Stay.” He waits a moment, wanting to make sure he wasn’t just imagining things. But, sure enough he hears it again, it’s faint and tired but it’s there. “Stay.”

Wading back to your bed, Bucky’s greeted by your warm arms wrapping around his metal arm, tugging him down onto your bed. You curl up next to him, cuddling him as you would after one of his nightmares. “I love you too.” You murmur.

A smile spans itself across Bucky’s face, his teeth rubbing against your forehead. “Pull me away from a fight against and I’ll rip this arm right off.” You threaten. Bucky chuckles, knowing very well you’re beyond capable of it, but in the moment he’s too overwhelmed with happiness to be afraid.

u know what i love the most about jack wilder

he’s a street kid, that’s p much a given. he’s a thief, a pickpocket, a burglar, a street hustler. he can fight like hell and defend himself against two fbi agents and have you see his getaway driving? the guy also rocks a leather jacket every time he’s not on stage, gets the Death card when he’s called in. if u see him walk past with a scrape ur just gonna assume there’s another guy out there who is currently registering to er

but the second he opens his mouth

purest, sweetest fucking cinnamon roll ever to cinnamon roll

For Your Consideration (A “Theory”)

Originally posted by neqns

So… I don’t know why I started thinking about it, but following this brief preface, I shall present a theory, a bit of speculation - if you will - for your consideration.

Do you ever wonder what would have happened if Bucky never fell from the train?

Let’s say they both made it to the bomb-loaded plane.

Originally posted by comicbookfilms

We have Peggy, asking Steve for his coordinates. Could you just imagine Bucky’s face when Steve insists he needs to crash the plane into the ocean? I imagine it would look something like this:

Originally posted by coporolight

Then he’d slap Steve in the back of his star-spangled head, order him to give up the coordinates (or do it himself) and call our sweet Stevie a “stupid punk”.

Then they’d get home and Peggy would be like:

Originally posted by marvelheroes

Maybe they’d kiss or whatever, but something tells me she would slap the holy fuck out of him right after. She’d go all “Agent Carter” on him and just let him have it. Then Bucky would join in, and Steve would have the two gorgeous brunettes in his life ripping him a new one. 

Then they’d get their dance, and Bucky would be there, looking on all proud and junk. Then maybe he would have met a nice girl, and our soldiers would have lived long, happy lives.

Yes, this eliminates a shitload of future events on all sides but, you know, shower thoughts.

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

Just look at these adorable idiots, though. Ugh… gotta love ‘em.