Wednesday, April 16, 2014

"Chris and I have been in a lot of dark places together, and the thing I love about Chris, we met over some ‘apple juice’ and it was like one of those experiences where there’s a dude you meet and you’re like ‘Man, you’re a cool dude.’ Then a whole bottle of ‘apple juice’ later you’re like ‘Man, we’re friends.’ Just a dark, dark place."- Anthony Mackie.

(Source: ariahastings)


This little guy needed a break mid-walk

This little guy needed a break mid-walk

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(Source: amysantiaago)

scullyseviltwin:

coolchicksfromhistory:

thelifeguardlibrarian:

mildhorror:

Here’s the link for more information about the PS244 fundraising campaign

Here’s the link to the GIVE IT ALL TO ME Library Collection at OutofPrintClothing.com.

Check it out! The good folks dropped me a line about this project last week, and I’m happy to boost for Library Week.

Signal boost

Grabbing a tote, fo’ sho’.

She was the greatest ruler in all of Albion.

thestormypetrelofcrime:

I was thinking about how stupid child leashes are and was reminded of Sam’s harness…

thestormypetrelofcrime:

I was thinking about how stupid child leashes are and was reminded of Sam’s harness…

curvily:

How often have you been shopping and you come across something that is just PERFECT, but does not go up to your size? Over 60% of American women wear a size 14 or above, but only 17% of clothing sold is 14 & up. That is a ridiculous disparity.
Moreover, when some brands move into plus (ahem H&M), they throw their signature trendy looks by the wayside in favor of flowy dark fabrics that they think “work” for plus sizes. That is crap. Plus size women want color, print, and structure. Moreover, we want variety. A group this numerous cannot be a monolith, and since style is such a personal thing, we all have different tastes. I want #plussizeplease to be a way to showcase the demand for styles we’d buy and rock, and all the money brands are forfeiting by refusing to expand their sizes.
So here’s how to use it:
1) Snap a picture of a garment you love but does not come in your size. Include the brand and price, tagging the company if possible. For example, I am in love with this Zara marble print dress. I would have purchased it yesterday if it went above a size L. My tweet would be:
“.@Zara marble print sheath, $59. I’d buy it right now if it came in my size. #plussizeplease”
2) Use it on any social media – Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, Pinterest… even Facebook supports hashtags now.
3) Tag anything you’d purchase, whether in store or online.
4) Feel free to include the size range it comes in and/or the size you think you’d need. Sizing can be tricky, so this is definitely not required.
5) Tell your friends! I don’t just want this to be a blogger thing – I want all women who wear size 14 and up to show their purchasing power and share styles they love. Let’s be unignorable!

curvily:

How often have you been shopping and you come across something that is just PERFECT, but does not go up to your size? Over 60% of American women wear a size 14 or above, but only 17% of clothing sold is 14 & up. That is a ridiculous disparity.

Moreover, when some brands move into plus (ahem H&M), they throw their signature trendy looks by the wayside in favor of flowy dark fabrics that they think “work” for plus sizes. That is crap. Plus size women want color, print, and structure. Moreover, we want variety. A group this numerous cannot be a monolith, and since style is such a personal thing, we all have different tastes. I want #plussizeplease to be a way to showcase the demand for styles we’d buy and rock, and all the money brands are forfeiting by refusing to expand their sizes.

So here’s how to use it:

1) Snap a picture of a garment you love but does not come in your size. Include the brand and price, tagging the company if possible. For example, I am in love with this Zara marble print dress. I would have purchased it yesterday if it went above a size L. My tweet would be:

“.@Zara marble print sheath, $59. I’d buy it right now if it came in my size. #plussizeplease”

2) Use it on any social media – Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, Pinterest… even Facebook supports hashtags now.

3) Tag anything you’d purchase, whether in store or online.

4) Feel free to include the size range it comes in and/or the size you think you’d need. Sizing can be tricky, so this is definitely not required.

5) Tell your friends! I don’t just want this to be a blogger thing – I want all women who wear size 14 and up to show their purchasing power and share styles they love. Let’s be unignorable!

badparsi asked: okay so in your tags for that sebastian stan and anthony mackie interview you ask why no one is asking you for sam/bucky fic. I AM ASKING. If it is an option, this is me, asking. I WANT IT SO MUCH AND NO ONE IS WRITING IT.

ifeelbetterer:

When Bucky loses track of himself in public spaces, Steve’s instinct is to guide, shelter, and nearly smother him with care. Bucky has to shake him off afterward, spend all of his remaining energy convincing Steve he’s alright.

He’s jogging with Steve and Sam when it happens one morning. He can smell some family setting out butterbrots and kasha and for a second he can’t remember—or maybe it is remembering, but it ties up his feet and he stumbles. He can’t remember whether he speaks Russian or English—no, it’s definitely Russian, he’s definitely speaking in Russian.

Steve gasps and rushes to his side, but Sam cuts him off, gets in his way.

"Hey, comrade," said Sam, holding out a hand to Bucky, "thought you were on my right."

Bucky takes the hand.

На правой стороне. Да.

Sam nods and takes off again, pulling Steve by the elbow. Bucky keeps pace easily.

***

He can’t sleep. The bed’s too soft, everyone told him that, but also the apartment was too close, too filled with Steve. It made his head hurt like trying to speak a language he doesn’t know, always throbbing in his brain.

He sits outside of Sam’s window in Harlem on the fire escape one morning just before dawn. There’s a nest of pigeons on the roof of the next building and he just watches them coo and rustle for a couple of hours.

He falls asleep with his head tilted against the window pane.

He wakes before noon and finds a paper bag next to him. He opens it and finds two donuts inside. One is topped with pink frosting and sprinkles. It makes him smile and tastes of nothing but sugar.

***

Sam leaves the window open when it gets warmer. Bucky sits on the window sill and listens when Sam explains why Marvin Gaye is all you need to know about the twentieth century and how his grandmother used to make rye bread from scratch.

***

Bucky doesn’t loop around Sam the way Steve does. Steve always has a route and a goal and a purpose, but Bucky never does. Sometimes he runs backwards, just to face Sam and to make him smile when he knocks into the inevitable obstacle.

Steve comes around again. Bucky tries to trip him, Steve leapfrogs over Bucky’s shoulders.

Bucky bites his lip when his own grin gets too big, but likes the way it lingers on Sam’s face.

***

Bucky cooks in Sam’s apartment and Sam leaves the baseball game on in the living room. Bucky doesn’t remember much about baseball, but he likes the crack of the bat when it hits the ball.

***

Sam meets him in a field with two catcher’s mitts and a baseball. Bucky throws with his right-hand even though it feels unnatural. Steve told him he was a righty, but he doesn’t remember it. He doesn’t feel like a righty.

Just to see, Sam runs down the field and Bucky lobs one with his left. Sam has to run even farther, his eyes squinting up into the sunlight.

Bucky runs after him.

That feels right.

***

Bucky watches TV with Sam on his couch until Sam falls asleep on his shoulder. Bucky doesn’t sleep easily and envies the ability to lean up against another person and forget that they could kill you.

He shifts his arm so that flesh-and-blood tucks around Sam and pulls him slightly closer. He can feel Sam’s warm breath on the joint between neck and shoulder.

Sam wakes up slowly an hour later and smiles at Bucky.

And Bucky may not be the man he once was—or even the man he was after that—but Sam’s too good, it fills him up to think about how good Sam is and how little he asks of Bucky.

"Hey, comrade," said Sam, sleep-rough and deep, "is something gonna happen here?"

So Bucky leaned in and kissed him.