I’m with you till the end of the line.
This is literally the worst parallel to ever parallel in the history of parallels, I mean are you fucking kidding me.
it’s awful and the worst, but also it’s brilliant. because it’s not the serum or the spangly getup or even the shield that makes captain america: it’s steve rogers and his unshakeable faith in doing the right thing just because (precisely because) it’s the right thing to do. in ca:tfa, it is not without meaning that bucky’s death is the lynchpin of steve’s ironclad resolve to bring down hydra once and for all. the thing, though, the thing is that his faith is shaken enough that he goes down while bringing hydra to its knees, and he doesn’t make an effort to save himself.
fast-forward seventy or so years, and history repeats itself. i’m not sure steve went into that final battle knowing he’d die, willing to die; but i am sure that when he said, “don’t make me do this,” he wasn’t talking about killing bucky. it was never an option. they were always going to go down together, because what makes captain america is faith, and when steve tells the winter soldier to finish his mission it’s because he has given up.
i mean, if steve letting go of the shield (not dropping or losing; letting go, a calculated conscious gesture of surrender) ain’t symbolic enough, then this parallel should do the job.
jim fucking carrey
jim fucking carrey
I love Jim Carrey. I once met him in a 7/11, and I was getting a soda, I turned and saw it was him, and he saw I was going for a Doctor Pepper, so he said “Oh did you want one of these”, to which I stuttered out a yes and he grabbed all of them and said “too bad” and brought them up to the front. Then he bought his stuff and left the sodas there, and left. Almost immediately after, he ran back in and began putting the sodas back and paid for mine.This is what happens when Candians are let lose and try to prank people
Happy for you in my ass by The Summer Set
Teenagers in my ass.Curse Of The Virgin Canvas In My Ass by Alesana
And the snakes start to sing in my ass
I miss you in my ass
By Blink 182
In too deep in my ass omg
Don’t trust me in your ass
Bite my tongue in my ass.
stop and stare in my ass
Mmm Yeah in my ass
rather be in my ass
I kissed a girl in my ass
You’re gonna go far kid in my ass
one whole hour in my ass
It’s time to take your medicine Amy
He doesn’t understand what went wrong. He doesn’t understand how this could have happened. His best friend, the little girl he had a crush on all those years ago… something in her just snapped. She started to break from reality.
He remembered playing her silly games - but for him that’s all they were. Dress up and exploring the neighborhood. Imagination and pretend. But for his friend the Raggedy Man was so real… Her imaginary Doctor.
He became a nurse only after realizing he did not have the skill to be a proper doctor. But he knew he could still learn more. See more. And maybe, something he learned in his work he could use to help her. Help his best friend. And then… the break happened. She snapped. She started babbling on and on about how the Raggedy Man, her Doctor, had finally come back. And then… Nothing.
It was only after he learned that her psychiatrist had put her on a new medication, and apparently it was working, that he tried to reach out to his best friend again. She was embarrassed by her condition. Sorry that she had put everyone through so much.
And for a time, she was Amy Pond again. And he was no stand-in for her imaginary friend. He was, for the first time in his life, just Rory.
He should have known it wasn’t going to last. He should have known she wasn’t really happy this way.
She ran off, the night before their wedding. Screaming into the night in naught but her dressing gown. Shouting about aliens and monsters and space whales. Walking through the cemetery and screaming and crying at every statue she saw before fleeing in terror into the forest.
They found her the next day, curled up in a ball babbling about Stonehenge and pepper pots and robotic men. Of plastic Romans and… and…. Rory.
Now he spends his days watching over her, transferring to the psych ward. She bites everyone else, and won’t take her medicines unless Rory brings them himself.
He does this for years. Watching her. Comforting her in the only way he can as she babbles on about rivers and songs and melodies and ponds. Time passes, and he has to retire. His body simply can’t keep working anymore. But he visits her, every chance he gets. And then, one day, when he’s old and she’s gray, he comes. It’s his last day… and he knows it. But he refuses to go, refuses to give in and just die until he has seen her face one more time. Tried to look into her eyes and find some part of her that still remembers him. Still remembers reality.
So he goes. And he waits, coughing into his handkerchief as the old woman is wheeled out, unable to walk on her own anymore. And he does his best to rise to his feet until she is settled at the table.
"It’s been such a long time, Amy," he says.
And finally… finally she looks up at him. For a brief second, he sees it. He sees in her eyes recognition. And a great sadness. “Rory,” she says, her voice hoarse. And that’s all they say to one another. It’s all she can say as her delusions set back in. More crying statues. Strange tall buildings and rivers and songs. The Raggedy Man and his magic box. And she cries. Oh she cries.
He leaves the hospital that day, saddened. Knowing he couldn’t help her. Not in the ways she needed.
Rory passes that night. Unknowing that so too does Amy Pond… Unwilling to let the only constant, the only thing that made sense in all of her delusions leave her forever.
Because in her mind, every time Rory came back to life, it was when he came to give her the medication. Every time he died, was the moment he left her padded cell.
In her brief moment of clarity, she knew. She knew what she had done to this wonderful man, and he would never know how important he was to her. How much she still loved him, adored him…
And even in her own sick mind… she knew she could never live without seeing his stupid face again.
because i’m a terrible human being, I’m putting this back on my page.
oh god l’m crying
that was so well written omg
Dad: Why do you think they do that?
Girl: Because the companies who make these try to trick the girls into buying the pink stuff instead of stuff boys want to buy. [x]
that awkward moment when a child understands the harm of forcing gender roles better than most grown male politicians.
I’m surprised that I haven’t reblogged this, to be honest.
I love that last gif. She looks so frustrated. Like “Um, hello, obviously girls and boys can like anything why doesn’t anybody get that???”
She does have a point though..
Kids who are smarter than adults though.
So, erm.. This happened..
Esteban? more like EsteDAMN
I bet his name isn’t the only thing long about him
reblogging for the comment