I believe I can soar
you see me runnin’ through that open do-o-ooor
taking a break from sad Stuckys to celebrate Sam Wilson \o/
" Accidents will happen…."
I have no idea why they used young howard picture and totally forget him
howling commandos.#this iconic army imagery #and lo many a teenage girl viewed this image in her history book and whispered unto her peers #’yo i’m totally judging u if you wouldn’t bang captain rogers and bucky barnes’
Why can’t there be a male hooter’s equivalent where male servers are shirtless and highly sexualized for their bodies and looks
Male Strip clubs. You’re thinking of male strip clubs.
No. Not a male strip club. A strip club is a strip club. I want a place called Cahones where waiters wear Speedos and are forced to stuff if they don’t fill out their uniform well enough. I want them to giggle for my tips. I want it to be so normalised and engrained in our culture that women bring their daughters there for lunch (because whaaaaaat the wings are good! Geeze sensitive much?) where they’ll give playful little nudges like, “Wouldn’t mind if you dad had those. Heh heh heh.” that their daughters don’t even understand but will absorb and start to assume is just the normal way grown up women talk about grown up men. I want to playfully ask my waiter if I can have extra nuts on my salad and for him to swat my arm with an Oh, you because he knows if he doesn’t his manager will yell at him. I want other men to pretend to like going there so I think they’re cool. I want to go to Cahones during my lunch break at work and when I come back and tell the other women in the office where I went they chuckle slightly and the men around us suddenly feel self conscious and they don’t know why.
you are the dancing queen
So my dad knows these guys with a really big printer and
So apparently my dad knows these guys with a really really big printer
stylish as fuck
Duct Tape! Wood Glue! Hey, You! It’s time to fix more things with Soos!
Maybe it’s after a big fight. Maybe it’s after an unpleasant visit to another universe— where they met a less lucky version of themselves. Maybe they were fighting before, but it doesn’t matter now
What matters now is that they’re both here, alive and breathing
We have a con coming up in Australia, and one of my friends couldn’t get a cosplay done in time. But he put this together.
He made a “cosplay superhero” called Captain Patch-It (sometimes lovingly refered to as “the Fairy Cosmother”), and his costume consists of anything and everything you can think of in case someone has an accident or malfunction with their cosplay. He’s an awesome guy.
I thought everyone would like to see his idea
I WANT TO DO THIS
a true hero
The real hero of cosplay