toboldlydammitjim replied to your photoset

wow these are fucking beautiful. i love this a lot.

thank you so much! I was kind sneakily inserting myself into the fandom with that set xD

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feedingmyobsessions replied to your photoset

But i still don’t know what in the world cut and run is

DUDE rn it’s the ONE thing (besides cap 2) that I can’t spazz to u about AND IK U HAVE FINALS BUT FIX IT


The phrase “words to live by” gets thrown around often these days, but these are absolutely words to live by.

(Source: c-mines)


Somewhere in the universe, two young boys start developing tattoos. 

This is uncommon for their age because the tattoos usually don’t start until a person is sixteen, past puberty at least. 

But Leonard gets a star on the inside of his elbow, a small star. It stings a little, as the first sign of a soul mate must, and he’s fascinated by it. He keeps it a secret until his mother sees it one afternoon. 

Jim doesn’t notice the tattoo at first. He usually hides his arms in baggy sweatshirts for reasons, mostly being that Frank’s grip is a little too tight and because he has a penchant for knocking into things. But when he notices the marking, after scrubbing at his arms for at least an hour after playing out back in the barn, he’s confused. No one ever told him much about the tattoo soul markings. His mom had hers removed, a painful procedure in and of itself, and Frank never had any. 

But the tattoo is a bunch of numbers. Coordinates? Maybe. Why would coordinates be on his arm. 

It isn’t until his teacher sees it as he washes his hands in art class that he gets called to the nurse and psychologist. They want to make sure that he didn’t tattoo himself, they explain. Why would he do that? How would he even do that? 

They explain to him that every soul has another soul as a partner and that a bond exists and as you grow older, you’re given clues to finding that partner that show up in tattoo form. 

"Why would there be someone out there for me?" Jim asks to his somber looking school psychologist. 

No one really has an answer and his mom surely isn’t even in the universe to explain. 

The next tattoos don’t show up for either Jim or Bones until Jim drives a car off the cliff. Leo gets a wheel. Jim in turn gets a Caduceus when Leo makes the decision to become a doctor. 

But when Jim is thirteen and Bones is seventeen, the tattoos stop. That’s also when Jim was sent to Tarsus and everything, including the tattoos in which Jim started to hope there was actually someone else out there for him, changed. 


Leo traced his tattoo gently, spending seconds longer on each point of the small star than necessary. He did this so much that he wasn’t aware of it, it was just absent fingering, following the motions he had made for years since the tattoo first appeared. 

"Did you hear?" his Mama said to his father from their position in the sitting room, the newsfeed a low drone under the soft sounds of their voices. "Jocelyn found her match just yesterday."

For a while everyone in the town thought Jocelyn Darnell was his soul mate. Her middle name was Astrid, after a maternal grandmother, and the bonding tattoos had been known to work in mysterious ways. It wouldn’t be the first marking that would have tried to be clever. But no, Jocelyn Darnell was not his soul mate. She had gotten a cross just in the crook of her elbow and had found Clay Treadway, Preacher’s soon. It was a happy occasion. 

Leonard wanted to hit something. 

His tattoos had stopped when everyone else’s had started. 

Luke Clark, the boy from down the road, had three already but wouldn’t show them to anyone, only the local doctor could confirm. 

He knew his parents worried. Most people in their small Georgia town had found their soul mates or settled with those who didn’t have markings. The fact that his just stopped was not only uncommon but the sign of something horrible. 

He had nightmares at night that caused the sour bile to get stuck in his throat. He never remembered them when he woke up, just felt like he would jump out of his skin when his eyes opened to the bare white walls of his childhood bedroom. He could almost swear he felt his tattoos burn. 

From his position on the porch, a mourning dove’s call sounded, a signal of dusk. 

"Oh, heavens. The poor souls." His mother’s voice accompanied her gasp. 

His father low rumbling of discomfort and then the volume was lowered on the newsfeed. 

"Reports are just coming in that over four thousand casualties are estimated after what authorities are calling the brutal tragedy of the Tarsus IV colony-"

He stood up and fled from the sound, down the porch and onto the grass of the lawn. He had no idea if his eyes burned because of what he heard or if his arm ached because he had been playing with it but feeling helpless about four thousand lives wasn’t going to help matters. 

Another mourning dove sang out, the mate of the one before. Leo closed his eyes, wondering where his own had gotten to. 


Part Two of Soulmate AU. See Part One here.


no, but the universe where both bucky and steve fell from the train

captured by soviets with lab coats and scalpels— minds wiped clean as whistles, knives put into their hands, the winter soldier with a steel left arm and his captain with hands red as red can be

the captain doesn’t know anything, other than that his arm sometimes feels curiously light without the weight of something heavy on it— shield, says his subconscious, before the thought slips away

the winter soldier doesn’t know anything, either, except that the pale-eyed man who he walks beside is more important than anything else in the world, and that his second duty is to russia, and his first duty is to die to protect him

the winter soldier pins people down, curls a steel arm across their throats, looks up at his captain; the captain meets his gaze for a brief moment and he’s asking a question and the winter soldier doesn’t know what, but he knows that the answer, as always, is yes, and the captain sees that, must see that, because he buries a fist deep in their victim’s stomach

(hours later, on some forgotten roof in leningrad, with the sky the color of sodium and the streets grey with dirty snow, the captain shakes out his wrist like it’s hurting him. the winter soldier tosses a knife up in the air so he can watch it catch the light, and searches his captain’s face for something that he doesn’t know the name of.

the wind smells like metal. winter’s coming.)

What makes cinema so attractive, so fascinating is that it’s not just a one plus one process. It’s a chemistry between sounds, words, ideas & image.
Wong Kar-Wai (via caryjojifukunaga)

(Source: bisoushells)

  • everyone: sees Winter Soldier
  • everyone: takes 17 things off their blacklist


Ideally the plot of Captain America 3 will go something like this:

  • Steve and Sam find Bucky and fix his memories within the first 20 heartfelt minutes
  • Bucky moves in with Steve (for bonus points Steve will tell Bucky all he has to do is shine his shoes and Bucky will laugh and I will drown in my own tears)
  • Steve teaches Bucky how to 21st Century and hilarity ensues
  • Also they get a puppy and name it like Freedom or Liberty or Patriot because Steeeeve 
  • At some point Natasha and Clint come over (“Clint wanted to see the fossil exhibit”) and end up braiding Bucky’s hair
  • Also Tony and Bruce come over to study Bucky’s arm and Bruce tries to be serious and do science but Tony just ends up seeing if he can stick magnets to it (he can)
  • Then Steve and Bucky will go back to the Captain America exhibit and some kids recognize both of them and call them heroes and have them sign autographs for them and Bucky almost cries because he’s so happy to be known as a hero and not a terrorist

"I have lived many ages of men, Steven. Centuries without end. I have seen many great men, and known countless honors. But the greatest honor of this ancient and tired soul has been the privilege of fighting beside you, and calling you my friend. May grace and peace be with you, to the end of all things." -Thor

"From the moment I met Thor, I knew him to be something special. Realized that be he man or God, his heart was formed of an iron will and courage no other could match. His was a spirit unequaled, a nobility surpassing that of any king. Because of those factors, I never thought this day possible. An Avenger… The King— has fallen." -Steve Rogers

(Source: ohmythundergod)



I thought you were more than just a shield.
Let’s see.

gabe and jacques teaching the other commandos, and possibly falsworth although the other two make fun of him a little for his English-public-school French that’s immaculately grammatically correct but conversationally stilted.

(Source: hiddlesy)