pity, no stars
i hoped there'd be stars
hate-free blog except maybe the very ocassional gripe about bryan singer.
reading: american gods by neil gaiman, heir of fire by sarah j. maas
listening to: dear evan hansen cast recording; natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812 cast recording
last movie: dunkirk
Hi my name is Steven Grant Nomad No Chill Rogers and I have long brown hair and a beard that I think is an adequate disguise and and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Captain America (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m a vigilante (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. For example today I was wearing black armor that definitely didn’t used to have a star on it, black gloves, and black combat boots. I was lurking in the shadows. A lot of Children of Thanos stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
whoever it was that leaked that Infinity War trailer, that gave us that when Marvel wouldn’t, I want you to know that i love you, and i respect you and i want nothing but good things for you, there was a bunch of heroes on that screen, but the real one was behind the camera, thank you
alexander. i have to leave. ALEXANDER. look AROUND look aROUND, at how lucky we are to be alive right nowHELPLEEESSS they are ASKING me to lead look AROUND - isn’t THIS enough he will never be SATISwould it BE ENOUGH he will nevTO BE SATISFIIIIED SATISFIIIED sISTORY HAS ITS EEEEEEYES OOOOONNN YOU ASSUME YOU’RE THE SMARTEST IN THE NOOOOONNNN-STOP YOU WILL NEVER BE SATISWOULD IT BE ENOUGH SATISFIED BE ENOUGH FII-IIII-I-IIIIIEEED RUNNING OUT OF TIME WHY DO YOU WRITE LIKE HISTORY HAS ITS EEEEEYYYYYYYEEEESSSS OOOOOOONNNN YOU i am NOT throwing away my JUST YOU WAAAIT i am NOT THROWING AWAY MY JUST YOU WAAAIT I AM ALEXANDER HAMILTON!!! HAMILTON !!!! JUST you WAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT
I AM NOT THROWING AWAY! MY! SHOT!!!!!!!!
Diana: [pulls back curtain while Steve is showering]
Diana: are we - stop screaming, its me - are we out of ice-cream??
pasek & paul: we pitched the weirdest idea for a musical
me, looking up from where i’m seated in the literal middle of a theater-large stage while an anachronistic electro-pop opera of leo tolstoy’s war and peace is being performed with thirty seven genres of music beautifully dovetailed into a seamless production that shows the greatest depiction of the realities of searching for love & meaning when you don’t know what love & meaning are, taking centuries old words and abstract concepts and making them visceral enough for you to follow every word and sob like an infant is playing: what
you: omg the new trailer!!!
me, an idiot who reads the books: wheres twow george. where i s i t
[drives up in his bodacious yellow car] whaddup my name’s james gatz but you can call me jay gatsby!!! i’m 32 years young and i live in west egg which is a sick neighborhood that shouldn’t be confused with the healthy protein!! [quick shots of gatsby posing next to various parts of west egg] i live in this BALLER mansion next to my BEST FRIEND nick!! [points to nick who is standing at the door] say what up nick (what up jay) anyways i built this WHOLE thing just so i could impress this sweet piece of ass across the water!! her name is daisy and she’s married to some rich guy. but SIKE i’m rich too!!! i made all my money in the bootlegging business bc it’s PROHIBITION! fuck the government! (fuck em!) thanks nick! [high fives nick] let’s go inside
“not all men” you’re right, steve trevor would never do that
[jaime lannister voice] brienne of tarth??? nah what a jerk what a— [trips] [hundreds of thousands of photos of brienne of tarth spill out of jacket] w-what a fuckign asshole i these arent mine im just [gathering them up frantically sweating] listen i just listen fuck [thousands of pictures of brienne of tarth scatter across the floor] shit fcuk im holding them for pod just listen
