Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win
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Apparently, searching for the Winter Soldier means moving to New York and hell no is Sam Wilson moving to Brooklyn.
“Nah, man,” he explained. “I love you like whoa, but hell no. Harlem or bust.”
Steve didn’t get it, but whatever. He offered to let Sam have his floor in Stark’s godawful tower, but again: hell to the no.
“I know people in Harlem,” he explained further.
He should have known that sentence would put a cloud over Steve, but at least the argument held water for him. That was what Brooklyn was about, anyway. He was going to where he used to have people.
So Sam moved back to Harlem.
***
At three AM on a Thursday night, the buzzer for the front door of his apartment went off.
“If you’re here to kill me, come back in at least five hours,” he told whoever it was through the intercom.
“Sorry, Sam,” came Natasha’s voice. “We need a place to lie low.”
Fucking whatever. He buzzed her up.
She had a different buff, blonde superhero with her this time. He introduced himself as Clint and shook Sam’s hand. Then he winced and shook out his hand which Sam could now see was turning no-good-very-bad colors.
Natasha shrugged. “You should see the other guy,” she said.
“Other guys,” Clint corrected. “So many other guys. At least twenty.”
Sam raised an eyebrow.
“Fifty,” Clint continued. “Probably fifty.”
Sam repeated internally: fucking whatever.
“I left my straightener in DC,” he told Natasha. “Bad for your hair anyway.”
“Please,” she scoffed. “Straight hair is so last year.”
***
Two months later, Clint showed up with Bruce Banner. A lot of people in Harlem knew about Bruce Banner.
Sam put on the Enya CD he always told people he only had because an ex left it in his apartment. (This was a lie.)
Clint gave him a look.
“Look, Harlem thanks the dude for stopping the other dinosaur dude and everything,” Sam explained. “But he is not allowed to break my apartment. I don’t have the funds to build a new one from scratch.”
Bruce looked…not green, not in the bad way, but green like sea-sick sort of green. Like a hangover or something. His head was lolling and Clint was basically holding him upright.
***
Bruce Banner showed up in the daylight hours two days later with Tony Stark. Tony made fun of Sam’s CD collection. Bruce Banner fixed his leaky shower.
Sam thought to himself, OK, this is my life now.
Tony had to help with the shower. It went off and soaked them both and they left wearing all of Sam’s clean jogging clothes.
***
Steve came by with the Winter Soldier—“he’s Bucky“—in the middle of the night a couple weeks later.
Sam kept the place stocked with first aid kits and poptarts these days.
About an hour after they arrived, Natasha and Thor arrived. Then ten minutes later, Clint and Tony. Then Bruce.
"Everybody gets poptarts and beer,” Sam announced as he ushered Bruce in. “It’s all I have on hand.”
The Winter Soldier—Bucky—looked so fucking stunned at the suggestion that Sam made a bag of microwave popcorn just to fill the sudden depth of “feed this boy” feelings that had swelled up. It was something he inherited from his mom, no doubt. She was always feeding people who looked like that.
Yeah. This was his life now.
There were superheroes having a slumber party in his living room.
Who wants to bet Steve shows up at Sam’s house halfway through Age of Ultron like “I’m SO sorry for doing this to you again” while the whole Avengers team stands behind him, shuffling their feet and looking liked kicked puppies.
And Sam just goes, “I don’t have enough OJ for you all,” as he sighs and lets them file into his house.
“If you step out that door, you’re an Avenger”
FALCON and WAR MACHINE make a mad dash for the door past Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch.
I FOUND A LINKwhen i saw all time low in 2013 this kid threw his ipod on stage and rian picked it up and it was opened to notes and it said “can i sing dear maria with you?” and the band were pretty much like “yeah get up here” and then it turned into “WHO CAN PLAY DEAR MARIA ON DRUMS/BASS/GUITAR” and they found people who could and straight up handed them their instruments and let these four kids from the audience play dear maria on stage and it’s one of the coolest things i have ever seen
well i have a new band to get into now FUCK THIS IS SO COOL.
1800’s French Military Uniform
Today’s Military Uniforms
where did all the style go
where was the time when you could just
out-fab your opponents
do you really think it’s a good idea to take military advice from the French
REBLOGGING BECAUSE OF EVERYTHING OMFG
Historically the “style” died in 1914 because the French would wear bright blue and red uniforms and the British said “that’s a bad idea” and the French said “we look great” then they got sniped.
oh god.
The pacer is a test in gym class/PE that brings a shiver of despair down the spine of any unfortunate soul who has gone through it before. And it’s usually done at least once a year.
Students line up on one side of the gym, eyeing nervously the painted line before the opposite wall that will decide their fate. The teacher hits play on the stereo and a cheery woman’s voice echoes through the gymnasium. fuck that woman’s happy demeanor. She explains the rules as the kids wait anxiously. Get to the other line before the beep plays. Simple enough, right?
“Ready? Begin!” she calls, and the gut wrenching ‘beep!’ plays after.
The kids awkwardly half jog to the other line, with about 3 or 4 seconds before the next beep. Each time the horrendous noise plays they run back and forth to the lines. “Level one, complete” she says, as to pat you on the back for what little victory you’ve achieved.
Not bad, the kids think. But then comes level 2. level 3. With each interval the time between the beeps shorten, and you’re running as fast as you can to the other line. Your foot hits it, you pivot, the beep plays, youre running again. Your lungs burn, your throat is sore, your heart is on the verge of an attack. No rest. No mercy.
A girl is the first to crawl over to the instructor, defeated. Seeing one has fallen, other students begin to follow since “at least theyre not the first ones out”. Clutching their chests they bail out of the test. One girls crying. You can’t tell if the boy on the gym floor is alive or not. Three kids left for the water fountain and still havent made it back.
And then, the fallen sit there, watching the myths, the legends, the kids who have made it past 100 laps. 120. 150. When they finally collapse a cheer erupts from the students. Theyre heroes.
But the excitement only lasts for so long as the next round of nervous kids line up, who opted to go in the second wave and prolong their torture. The womans voice kicks back up. The beep plays. The cycle continues.
gabrielsaunteredvaguelydownwards:
meanwhile in england
- i am in a dress
- everybody you talk to opens conversation with ‘FUCK it’s hot’
- there are three hour long traffic jams for the beach
- everybody not at the beach is at home wailing that it’s too damn hot
- the shops have sold out of hair removal cream
it is 28°C how do you people do this ‘heat’ thing
americans laughing in the distance
australians laughing maniacly
I laughed entirely too loudly at this
I cackled like a fucking movie villain.
we need an emergency fake dash in case any of our relatives suddenly demand to see what we do on tumblr
like you log in with the password “parent alert” and it takes you to a dash that’s just the wisdom of confucius and new yorkers dissing olive garden
we should have that
Done.
Email: allfandomsmatter@gmail.com
Password: parentalert
Username: helpsomeonescoming
Use it well. Lets blast it so everyone can use it. Good luck.Reblog to save a life
if so…
hello there.
“don’t you get your languages mixed up?”
yeah all the time in fact in my latest Japanese essay I got 0% because I wrote the entire thing in Spanish and my parents are getting increasingly frustrated because I keep talking to them in German rather than British Sign Language
my friend is fluent in english, french, italian, portugese, german, dutch, russian and is learning spanish and latvian, and the other day he went into starbucks in england, ordered a latte in german, corrected himself in dutch and the poor barista looked at him in terror
I wrote the entire WRITTEN EXPRESSION part of my Spanish test in French, read over the whole exam like 3 times and didn’t notice
My teacher asked me a question in Latin (not randomly, that’s the class) and startled me and I looked up in terror because I missed the question and went “Dui bu qi, wo bu zhi dao”, and he just sort of stared at me because he wasn’t aware that I knew any Mandarin.
Lol “he was just doing his job”
So were nazi soldiers“Its the law”
It was once illegal for black people to readFuck out my face
i’ve always scoffed at those “oh my god europe is tiny”-posts but we just took the wrong exit driving back to our cabin and we literally ended up in norway and decided to just stay for dinner so yeah
this just happened AGAIN jesus fucking christ there isn’t even a sign that says welcome to fucking norway you’re just there all of a sudden
I could miss an exit and still stay in my state for another 8 hours.
Jesus Christ, I used to live in Montana and it took me eight hours to get to the GROCERY STORE in winter (still in Montana, less than halfway across the state), what the fuck even, Europe.
I dearly wish that people would view their bodies as they view flowers…
Veins everywhere?
gorgeous~
Skin patches? Birthmarks?
hella rad~
Scars? Stretch marks?
beautiful~
Freckles? Moles? Acne scars?
heckie yeah~
Large? Curvy?
lovely~
Small? Thin?
charming~
Missing a few pieces?
handsome as ever~
Feel like you just look weird?
you’re fantastic looking~
THIS is the best post ever.
what happens if u put a werewolf on the moon is a great question probably the best question ever asked
he’ll explode and die because there’s no oxygen on the moon
We never said we’d send him up without a suit you absolute monster
conversation overheard at the gryffindor table over breakfast between sirius black and james potter
if you ever feel like you are stuck with whatever choices you make when you’re young, please remember that:
- van Gogh didn’t start painting until his 20′s
- Alan Rickman got his first movie role at age 46
- kentucky fried chicken was launched when colonel sanders was 65
- Charles Darwin was going to be a Preacher
- Mick Jagger studied accounting and finance.
- J. K Rowling was 32 when Harry Potter and the philosopher’s Stone was published
I needed this today
There’s a lot of young people who are going to be eligible to vote in America during this election so in light of the fact that this website is currently thrumming with political interest I’d just like to remind them that abstaining from voting is not useful or radical, it’s playing right into the hands of the people who want this country to progress backwards. I can guarantee you that there will be an ENORMOUS conservative turn out and if the younger generation doesn’t match it it will literally be a disaster
HELLO YES PLEASE.
Saw a post literally just now about how you don’t need to take voting cues from Tumblr. You don’t. Make your own decisions, do your own research, choose your own candidate. BUT FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, GET THE FRICK OUT THERE AND VOTE, EVEN IF YOU’RE VOTING AGAINST SOMEONE RATHER THAN FOR SOMEONE.
1. Hold your head high, and look others in the eye
2. Smile
3. Stop apologizing
4. Relax and be quick to laugh at yourself (but not at others!)
5. Dress in a way that indicates you have self worth
6. Use good manners (like saying please and thank you) as this is actually a mark of self respect
7. Expect other people to believe in you, and to see and appreciate your good qualities.
8. Before you know it, its no longer fake
wheRE WAS THIS ALL MY LIFE
It’s here now 😊
Hey there, social incompetent speaking: I have no inherent knowledge or understanding of social cues, so social situations have always been extremely difficult for me to manage, as I have to consciously plan my every move. I can confirm that falling back on my training as the daughter of a Southern gentleman (much as my dad might like to deny it) is my default when I don’t know people. Make cracks at your own expense, smile, keep posture like you’re stacking goddamn books on your head, and throw manners around like confetti. It works. The number of people who like me is vastly disproportionate to the number of people I like.
Please, PLEASE, I beg you. Do not listen to anything tumblr has to say regarding the upcoming election. I don’t care what side they are on.
Do your own research, formulate your own opinion, vote for who you think best represents your values and can best lead the country.
Do not let other people tell you who that is for you. Most of the time they are exaggerating and spreading false information.
READ THIS UNDERSTAND THIS
you can take info they spread but ALWAYS LOOK INTO IT. especially if you havent heard about it before.
That said, PLEASE SERIOUSLY CONSIDER VOTING, PLEASE. THIS IS KIND OF THE FUTURE OF YOUR COUNTRY AT HAND. THE FACT THAT YOU SHOULDN’T BLINDLY ACCEPT PEOPLE’S STATEMENTS ON HERE DOESN’T MEAN YOU SHOULD LET IT DISCOURAGE YOU FROM VOTING.
*loves a character everyone hates even more just out of spite*
#*hates a character everyone loves even more just out of spite*
natasha spent almost all the avengers movie trying to bring her bae home and you’re telling me i need to move on from that
a gay camp that parents send their children to in order to be “corrected” that is actually a disguised safe haven for LGBT youths
Please let this be a thing
Kids being asked their preferred name and pronouns as they get off the bus. Kids being housed with the gender they identify as. Kids swapping clothes so their outside can reflect their inside. Older kids getting gay/lesbian/trans-inclusive sex education. Cis girls teaching trans girls to do their makeup. Trans boys learning to bind safely. Counselors sharing positive coming-out stories around the campfire. Kids learning to include their pronouns when introducing themselves. Kids coming to camp scared and alone and leaving with the best support network anybody could possibly hope for.
This needs to exist.
Just sayin if you need a white bread Christian lookin homegirl to hand out pamphlets and greet bigoted parents at the bus stop with a bland smile and a misleading comment to lull them into a false sense of security I VOLUNTEER
^^^YO MY DAD IS A MINISTER I GIVE GREAT ‘BLAND COMMENT’ I WILL HELP YOU OUT COMRADE. SIGN ME THE FUCK UP.
Why are there not more Tonks/Remus/Sirius OT3 shippers? It is perfect.
Tonks and Sirius are related
Technically, they’re first cousins once removed (Tonks’ mother is Sirius’ cousin IIRC). There’s no reason they couldn’t have gotten together - both Harry and Remus considered it a possibility that Tonks loved Sirius romantically.
Furthermore…like…the Black family tree? More like the Black family knitting ball. Purebloods, man. Your options start to get limited after a while.
sTOP LEAVING CLINT BARTON OUT OF EVERYTHING 2KFOREVER
this is my love letter to azlyrics for not being annoying as fuck like other lyric websites
