#joffrey being a seemingly good guy out of context

Is your social worker in that horse? —Will Graham


Places on your dash without context or tags.

I love that the context is exactly what it looks like though.

it's not going to stop till you wise up. no, it's not going to stop till you wise up. no, it's not going to stop so just give up.


#captain america 2: winter soldier


I hear my mom shrieking downstairs, shouting up to me about “THE CATS! THE CATS!”

I run downstairs, thinking someone has died or something and see THIS:





I’m glad there’s another family that randomly yells at each other when the cat(s) is doing something cute.

In 2009 the band, having had a difficult time touring North America for various reasons, decided to stage an identical weekend in Montreal two weeks following the Netherlands weekend. People came from all over the world again to attend. On the last night of the weekend during the second last song of the night they played a song called This Strange Engine. The 15 minute title track from their 1997 album and what many fans consider to be in their top 3 songs by the band. It is a sweepingly beautiful, complex reflection of h’s childhood memories. A gloriously structured song with equal parts quiet reflection and heavy intensity building to an epic emotional pinnacle. During one of the intense build ups towards the last third of the song Steve’s midi trigger laced cricket bat screwed up failing to trigger the right parts and replacing them with squelchy honks and noises. The audience watched as he got angry to the point that when it again failed a few minutes later he threw the instrument across the stage which was something totally out of character for him. The band got kind of lost in the parts and couldn’t quite find the point of reentry to get back on course. Steve sat down on the drum riser with his chin in his hands staring out at the audience, every one of which had adrenalin racing through them just watching the intensity build. Then Steve did something that no one would have expected. Not something that hasn’t been done before by many others but done, what I believe, was for the purpose of finding his way out of a very uncharacteristic reaction for him. He walked to the front of the stage, turned around, stretched out his arms, and fell backwards into the arms of the fans who passed him over their heads to the back of the theatre, and back to the stage all to the sound of one of the most emotionally moving guitar solos you could ever wish to hear. He stood back up on the stage and wrapped his arms around himself in a gesture to embrace everyone in attendance who at that point had erupted into a phenomenal wall of applause and cheers the likes of which you just don’t ever hear at a concert. It was the single most amazing live music moment I’ve ever witnessed and it had people moved to tears. —


He was quite safe…

(via arcadiaego)

Reblogging myself because I can.


When a bunch of teenagers online try to get you fired even though you spearhead two of the biggest shows of a national broadcaster and have literally won trophies because you’re good at your job.


Because no one with critical acclaim and influence has ever done anything wrong.



in the movie a little boy recognises steve at the captain america exhibit. it’s my headcanon that a little girl recognises bucky when he goes to the smithsonian exhibit to find out who he really is

because little girls have heroes too

"You should tie your hair back," a little girl with pitch-black hair says to the Winter Soldier. He stares down at her, silent, but she continues undeterred. "Mommy says that we need to have our hair tied back or we’ll trip over things because we can’t see. She makes me wear these—" She displays her wrist, which is encircled by a rainbow of different hair bands. "—because mine keep falling out. You can’t fight evil if you can’t see it. I want to be a police officer when I grow up. Are you a…"

She trails off, her eyes steadily getting bigger. They dart to the large digital image of James Buchanan Barnes, then back to his face. The Winter Soldier’s eyes dart, too, over the exits and the crowd and the girl’s distracted mother—attempting to corral three other black-haired children—before landing back on the girl’s face, where an improbable grin has begun to grow.

"I knew it," she whispers.

The Winter Soldier blinks down at her, thrown off by the delight in her expression. No one is ever happy to see the Soldier.

The girl reins in her wide grin and does her own scan of the crowd. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. People can’t handle the truth. But I can.” She turns her shining eyes back to the Soldier.

Slowly, very slowly, the Soldier reaches out with hands that have broken, maimed, strangled, shot, stabbed, and ripped apart human flesh. His voice creaks out of him, rusty with disuse. “Can I have a hair tie?”

Without taking her eyes off him, the girl rolls a light blue one out of the rainbow and hands it over.



↳ Bucky struggles with his memories and looks up on the internet what damage the Winter Soldier -he- has done.


Fans Favorite Lines versus Original Scene


delete the people that make you feel bad about yourself from your life, unfollow them, delete their numbers, erase their texts, find happier people, pet a dog, watch a silly movie, forget about them, you’re better off

Whenever I see one of these posts I always assume I am those people.