And in that moment, we were all Mr Keatings students.
7/19 - Hershey, PA @ Hersheypark Stadium - MONUMENTOUR
more photos up here. photos by Jack Edinger
this is my favorite tour.
"oh my god stop criticizing young girls who like 50 Shades of Gray or Twilight you can’t tell them what they can and can’t read"
no we can’t but we have to protect young girls from mistaking abusive behavior for genuine affection at all costs
if you aren’t hyped about synthetic life and colonizing space then get out of my face
my seventeenth birthday is in a few weeks…and I’m actually kind of sad…i really like being sixteen
but if your sixteen you cant be the dancing queen
thank u little bread stick that made me feel better
this is the best thing to happen to one of my text posts
#this is just such a fucking sassy remark like#it sounds like something my mother would say to my spoiled sister#i never really stopped to think about it before but damn steve#it’s almost childish you are being a chiLD (via marvelobsessions)
That’s why I love it so much though. Because it’s so, so easy to forget this — SHIELD constantly forgets this — but Steve *is* a child. He was twenty-six years old and terrified when he died. And to him, that was maybe ten days ago. Just — ten days ago, he died. Eleven days ago, he watched his best friend and protector fall to his death in a clusterfuck he will always believe was his fault. Ten days ago, he died while the listening to Peggy cry on the other end of a static-filled radio. Ten days ago, he was still in 1945. He was supposed to leave it; it wasn’t supposed to leave him. And he woke up, and everyone he loved was gone, and now he’s confronted with an agency that’s lying to him about everything and he’s just found in their storage facility the exact weapon that killed the person he loved most and he’s arguing with a man who looks far too much like someone he called a friend, who he knows now is dead, who died violently in a car crash, and he doesn’t know Tony well enough to know this is how he deals with fear, so to him, this is just…someone with money, with all the privilege and padding he and Bucky never had, who would never have to go to war if he didn’t want to, making light of a situation way too close to Steve’s chest.
Steve was being prickly as hell through most of this movie, but he was bleeding out and in pain and had no one to bleed on. The comment he makes to Tony, about knowing guys with none of that worth ten of him? Imagine all of the people he was thinking about then. All of the people he knew he’d never see again; who he wished he wasn’t standing there to never see again. Trying to organize a time bomb and remembering the Commandos. Trying to co-lead with a man he doesn’t yet understand, and remembering Bucky. Trying so hard not to keep seeing him fall. Being expected to be above all of those messy human emotions, because he’s Captain America, and while he was asleep that name became a legend so much bigger than any real, living person could be.
He’s only twenty-six.
I just made myself sad.
Thank you because sometimes I think it isn’t only SHEILD that forgets this poor Steve has just lost everything absolutely everything Steve waking up is a lot like Thor being banished everything is gone there’s nothing left for him to hang on to and he’s still so young I think SHEILD forgets that too because he’s a legend and do we ever think of legends as young? (x)
Parmesan Lemon Zucchini from Damn Delicious:
- 3 tablespoons unsalted butter
- 2 cloves garlic, minced
- 4 zucchinis, thinly sliced to 1/2-inch thick rounds
- 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
- Zest of 1 lemon
- Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper, to taste
- 1/4 cup grated Parmesan
- 2 tablespoons freshly squeezed lemon juice, or more, to taste
- Melt butter in a large skillet over medium high heat. Add garlic to the skillet, and cook, stirring frequently, until fragrant, about 1 minute.
- Working in batches, add zucchini, thyme and lemon zest. Cook, flipping once, until golden, about 1-2 minutes on each side; season with salt and pepper, to taste.
- Serve immediately, sprinkled with Parmesan and lemon juice.
You and me both, Pete.
#as much as i love the idea of peter being baby avenger#he has a gIGANTIC CAPTAIN AMERICA BONER#so petition for fic where peter becomes an avenger and encounters coulson#and coulson is like yOU! and peter is like yOU! and everyone else is like ????#and it turns out peter and coulson have been sniping each other on merch for years
Last Person That
Slept in your bed besides you? In the sense of sleeping in the same bed as me? Chris. In the sense of sleeping in my bed downstairs… probably Sam?
Saw you cry? Chris
You went to the movies with? Tfios with Chris. God, so many tears.
You went out to dinner with? I went to Dinner with an old high school teacher I really adored and her Shakespeare students. Chris was there, so were a lot of my other grade-younger friends. It was nice.
You talked on the phone to? Chris. I called to tell him that I finally found the much-forgotten list while cleaning my room. Before that, my hairdresser. (Sorry this list is so much about Chris so far I’ve just been seeing a lot of him lately)
Made you laugh? Uhhh moonsrain, though indirectly. In person, one of the people I ate dinner with here at the beach house. I wasn’t exactly keeping score.
Would You Rather
Pierce your nose or your tongue? Nose. I don’t want anything making it harder to eat or talk or any of that.
Be serious or be funny? Have you met me? Funny.
Drink whole or skimmed milk? Whole, just barely, I guess, but really neither. Lactose intolerant. Milk just tastes like intestinal distress.
Die in a fire or drowning? Burns are painful. I like water. So I suppose I might as well drown and haunt a lake somewhere, maybe become a mermaid in a future life.
Spend time with your parents or enemies? Parents. They’re not that bad.
Simple or complicated? I dunno. Depends on the subject. I mean, I don’t think anyone is really very simple when it comes down to it. And I think it’s important to account for those hard-to-categorize parts. But at the same time, everyone is just a person. Complicated, I suppose. Though I feel like that has a bit of a negative connotation to it. More like complex.
Straight, gay or bisexual, etc? Asexual. Also bi or something.
Tall or short? Apparently 5’8” isn’t actually the average height for a woman, which I thought it was for a long time. So I am just slightly taller than the average.
Right handed or left handed? Right! I do some things left-handed, though. And I can actually write pretty legibly with my left hand, or at least I used to be able to.
A lover of music or a lover of books? Both.
Do You Prefer
Flowers or sweets? Sweets!
Grey or black? I dunno, it depends on the other colors it’s with! On its own, probably black. But there are so many pretty greys and don’t talk to me about color just don’t do it.
Color photos or black and white? Color
M&Ms or Skittles? Skittles; I don’t actually like m&ms that much, even though I adore chocolate.
Staying up late or waking up early? Staying up late very much duh.
Sun or moon? Gonna have to go with the moon. Much less in-your-face-bright, and it’s got that whole pretty, mysterious, almost magical quality to it.
Winter or Autumn? Uh uh uh I think autumn, just barely, but only in places that actually have a proper autumn and not NC where the weather is never.
10 acquaintances or 2 best friends? Fewer best friends. Acquaintances stress me out, especially when there are so many I have to keep up with. Give me a Chris and a Fiona over bunches of people trying to add me on facebook any day.
Rainy or sunny? RAIN
Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream? Vanilla
Vodka or Jack? Le shrug.
What time is it? 12:01 pm
Nicknames? Chrono, mer, lhamilton, lham (pronounced lamb), lhammy, I don’t even know most of them are based off the lhamilton thing. Or occasionally the fact that I have red hair.
When is your birthday? April 15
What do you want? more fucking time
How many kids do you want? I dunno. Some. But no way in hell any of them are coming out of me.
Want to get married? Maybe. Marriage is weird and I’m not particularly attached to the idea of it. It’d be more about the person than the thing.
What kind of music do you like? Things! I like strings and pop punk and instrumental music and a capella and covers and shitty dance music and techno and folky music and certain kinds of pop and I always have a really hard time naming musical genres because I like what I like.
Nervous habits? I have a real sort of dermatillomania-type thing with zit-popping and hair-plucking and cuticle-picking. I also tend to fuss with my teeth. And I start bouncing my feet.
Are you double-jointed? Basically everywhere
Can you roll your tongue? Yeah
Can you raise one eyebrow? Yep! I can also waggle them and do the worm, sometimes, if I concentrate.
Can you cross your eyes? Si.
Which shoe goes on first? Whichever one I grab
Ever thrown something at someone? Yes
On average, how much money do you carry with you? It really varies. At college, usually, none. I use my student id/debit card everywhere
What jewelry do you wear? earrings, rings, a watch, and a particular necklace pretty much always stay on my person, even when I sleep. Other than that, it’s mostly changing out the earrings or the necklace for fancy events.
Do you twirl or cut spaghetti? Twirl. Who cuts spaghetti?
Have you ever eaten Spam? I think once, a long time ago
Favorite ice cream? I don’t pick favorites. Moose tracks? Mint chocolate chip? Delicious combinations thought up on a whim at goodberry’s? CREAMSICLE?
How many kinds of cereal are in your cupboard? Here at the beach house? I dunno. Four? At home home, none.
Can you cook? Yep.
Alcoholic beverage? Uhhhh I think it was when I had like a sip of white wine at Alex’s house over the winter break.
Car ride? The three-hour ride here to the beach.
Song played? This cover of Call Me Maybe in the style of Mumford & Sons that was on Fiona’s blog.
Person you saw? My cousin coming into the room to grab something.
Time you cried? Like a couple of days ago with Chris. Getting out of a bit of a rough patch.
Fight? I dunno if aforementioned rough patch quite counts, but it got a bit fight-like at times. Though we’re too rational to get into full-out screaming or anything. It mostly involved a lot of me crying repeatedly.