I have several inquiries…
I’m so distraught
I swear Tumblr ain’t shit sometimes.
I Just Fucking Died Lmfaooo
Was not expecting that…
Yall need JESUS
Ya’ll think i’m playing. Here is proof that gentrification is heading to the Bronx, and the new Kingsbridge Armory ice skating center is accelerating this. Our landlord wants to charge us $45 more per month for “improvements” to the building. We have 30 days to respond, in English.
Tell me, how many working class tenants in this building speak or understand English? How many have the time to find out how to understand this and fill it out? How many even know that they have the right to say NO to this bullshit??! We have a lot of work to do. We’ll be doing work in my building, let me know if you wanna help us fight this.
Relevant to my last post.
Anonymous said: Black is beautiful. White is beautiful and every other color in between is also beautiful. :)
I dunnoooo I think you already know that “White is beautiful” don’t you?
Or will it shatter your beauty if I recognize mine?
please keep your self centered ignorance, micro-agressions and derailing all to yourself
Off By Two (8832 words) by astolat
Fandom: Captain America (Movies)
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson
Characters: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James “Bucky” Barnes
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Camping, Huddling For Warmth, Bears, Wilderness
“Who sent you?” Steve said.
“Colonel Rhodes tapped me, specifically,” Wilson said. “But pretty much all your friends were behind the idea.”
“All my friends are dead,” Steve said.
astolat said: Sam/Steve, IN SPACE
"I say we do it," Natasha said.
"Agreed," Steve said. "Change directional course," he ordered.
A loud sigh came from their pilot.
"Sam?" Steve asked.
Sam took his navigational visor off and stared at him. “Do you know what’s out there? Do you know what you’re asking me to do? You want to take this glorious ship—that I have helped refit and redesign from its bare bones frame—and fly it through an asteroid belt because you and your Second in Command are bored.”
"The Hawkeyes are bored too," Natasha said.
Sam rolled his eyes as he added, “And because your engine room runners are—wait, actually I agree those two need to be occupied before they blow a hole in this ship, but this is not the way to do that, Steven Rogers.”
"Ooooh, Steven Rogers,” Natasha said. She hopped off her perch and tapped Steve on the shoulder. “You’re in deep shit, Cap.”
"Where are you going?" he asked as she started to walk off the bridge.
"To the Control Room to hack some security feeds of ships in our quadrant and see if Sharon’s riding cargo on any of them. If we can’t go through the belt I need a better distraction before I wake up Barnes and Riley for target practice."
Steve frowned. “I don’t know if I approve of any of those actions.”
"I know I don’t care,” Natasha said with a shrug and wave. “Have fun, boys.”
Steve waited until the door slid close again before he turned to Sam.
"You could easily navigate that field. You’ve done it before."
"Circumstances are different when we’ve got Hydra on our ass and Bucky down an arm. I like to enjoy our quiet days with actual quiet. Why can’t we go to a nice vacation planet? Get some sun. Ignore the outer-worlds? I say we do it and forget for a week that half the ‘verse has been controlled for the past two centuries by some assholes megalomaniacs who like to give long diatribes like the satellite signals are some old world stage."
Sam switched the navigation to a pre-programed route. Falcon’s Crest. Their own personal sanctuary. It was as clear a stand-down order as anyone could make.
"If we were still in the military, I could get this whole crew for insubordination," Steve said as he watched Sam slowly walk over to his chair.
"We aren’t still in the military because of your insubordination and our fraternization.” Sam’s hands gripped Steve’s shoulders. “We gained a hell of a lot more by leaving.”
"Can’t argue with that," Steve agreed.
They’d gotten out, broke their friends out of containment cells and prisons buried deep under the rock of various planets, and were now far beyond the reach of political and military claims they’d bled for a lifetime ago.
"Page Bradley and Toro. Tell them we’re having a shift change. Get Chavez up here too so she can continue her training. Let me make you a tasty nurti-brick for dinner."
Sam laughed as he kissed the top of Steve’s head. “Aye Aye, Captain.”
*runs around waving arms with gleeeee* look what antiquecompass wrote meeeee