"Just follow your heart and keep smiling."
…and this weeks award for brilliant gif use….
I have been laughing at this for the past 5 minutes.
inspired by (x)
This is video is of a 14 year old boy at the Ferguson Protest. It is beautiful and eye opening. Take the time to watch this. I teared up a bit.
A woman kneels on the street amid tear gas during a demonstration over the fatal shooting of black teenager Michael Brown by a police officer in Missouri.
Aug. 18, 2014
Someone should write a story based on these photos, is all I’m saying.
Someone should write a story about a strange alternative fantasy universe where men’s fashion spreads can do literally any shoot without a diner, a phonebooth, or the desert
"Okay, where’s Steve?" Sam says finally. He’s at their table by the window, and none of the random pedestrians outside are turning out to be their friend.
Bucky doesn’t feel comfortable enough to sit down at a table by the wall just yet, like wouldn’t that be difficult to leave in a hurry?? And how can you have a good view of potential threats?? No, he’s not going to settle down until Steve gets here and tells him it’s okay. He’s hanging out at the bar, fidgeting and basically making other patrons uncomfortable. Sam wouldn’t really know how to get him to stop if he wanted to. Okay Bucky, do your thing.
"Oh, never mind, there he is," Sam says, and Bucky’s attention shoots towards the table, expectantly. "…wait, that’s not him," Sam says, frustrated. Bucky goes back to fidgeting. He’s looking more and more agitated.
"He said he’d meet us here an hour ago," Sam says; he knows Bucky isn’t the most optimal conversation partner, and he’s far away, even, but Sam has to talk out loud about this, he’s annoyed and a little worried.
"You sure you don’t want me to order you any food?" Sam asks. Bucky looks at him alertly, with intelligent eyes, but doesn’t say anything. Then goes back to fidgeting. His agitation is growing by the minute.
"Do you think something happened?" Sam says, somewhat defeated. Of course something happened. WHAT happened, is the question. And Sam forgot his phone. He’s apprehensive about asking favors from Bucky, especially asking to borrow possessions (Bucky can OWN things now, and once something is HIS it does not belong to ANYONE ELSE) but it’s been an hour, and he feels like at this point he doesn’t really have a choice. "Hey, Bucky, do you mind if… could I borrow your phone? Really really quick? Just to talk to Steve?"
Bucky turns around sharply, goes completely still, and shares a look of vague horror. The PHONE????? has been doing nothing but VIBRATE in his pants pocket for the past HOUR or so??? and it won’t STOP, and it’s SCARY, and he’s afraid to TOUCH IT until it STOPS, he’s never had his own phone before, WHY IS IT DOING THAT, WHAT DOES IT WANT. He wants to ask Steve but STEVE IS NOT HERE YET.