just saw hamilton in chicago and hamilton is so tiny burr literally picked him up off seabury’s platform and put him on the floor

guys.

also washington toooooowers above hamilton so in case you wanted to know whether my mind went to dirty places during the show, the answer is a resounding yes

Omg Poe is so fun, what a sweet carefree darling-

When Finn says I’m breaking you out: Poe is just so HAPPY

…like he’s excited to escape, yeah, but he’s equally as stoked for fucking daring adventure

lmao he’s so fucking down to steal a tie fighter with a defecting storm trooper, he can barely keep a huge grin off his face it’s like his birthday came early I love it

And then he’s so encouraging and happy about flying with Finn too, he could so easily have been telling Finn “shh! Concentrate dammit!”

But instead we get “nice shot, buddy!!!”

Also, I like how once he realizes that Finn is talking to himself, HE TAKES OVER. He does a pre-flight check in a vehicle he has NEVER FLOWN, and still talks Finn through the guns. JUST, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

Madisen Ward and the Mama Bear - “Silent Movies”

from Skeleton Crew (Glassnote, 2015)

I made it into a YouTube playlist instead. Because fuck 8tracks for fucking up every playlist I ever make.

You can see the tracklist and skip whichever ones you like and play it as many times as you like this way, too.

Enjoy. Or not. Whatever.

The Language of Flowers: An Alphabet of Floral Emblems (1857). Found in the Internet Archive by AnitaNH

This article says it pretty much perfectly.

An all-female version of Henry IV has been announced as part of the autumn season at London’s Donmar Warehouse theatre.

steve walking natasha’s cat

natasha’s cat putting his paw on steve’s chest like ‘no blonde human no’

steve trying to teach nat’s cat to fetch

nat’s cat just looks at him like ‘wtf do you think i am’

nat getting steve a dog because STEVE CLEARLY NEEDS ONE

On the one hand: YES

On the other hand: my cat plays fetch

Why the Winter Soldier is Less an Embodiment of Soviet Russia Than I Thought, or: Bucky Barnes, American Cold War Anxieties, and You

As you might imagine, I walked into Captain America 2 ready to get my Soviet Russia on. The Winter Soldier run is one of my favorites in—well, in any comic, really, and from what I’d seen in the trailers and whatnot, it looked like we were going to get a heaping dose of what makes that series so special and so sobering: the bloodstained underbelly of Soviet international politics, a glimpse at the way men and women were fed into the meat grinder of the State, pulped for the greater glory of their nation. In Bucky we’d see a drafted soldier kidnapped, brainwashed, and streamlined into the perfect machine. Not an ideal Soviet man, far from it; but a tool, utilitarian and dispassionate, with the five-pointed martial star on his shoulder; the awful triumph of the State over so-called human frailty.

And we did, we got all of that—insofar that you can’t have a Winter Soldier without those things. But as I watched, it became increasingly clear that this movie wasn’t looking to talk about the Soviet Union. There is a reason Bucky only speaks Russian once in the entire film. There’s a reason he’s never addressed in it. There’s a reason his code name is drawn from an investigation into one of the ugliest chapters of American history. And there is a reason that the movie takes this snarling, mechanized, indiscriminate killing machine and explicitly sets him up as Captain America’s other half. 

I’ve seen some reviews going after the film for pulling its punches, of holding up the Greatest Generation as America’s past, and a polluted security branch as its future, absolving it of responsibility for its actions in both cases. It’s HYDRA now and “sacrifices for freedom” then; why aren’t we interrogating ourselves a little harder?

My answer to that is: we did, and the movie is named after what we found.

The Winter Soldier is concerned with security and international supremacy, and the moral compromises America has made (and continues to make) in pursuit of both. It draws a straight line from WWII America to the modern day, where “we did some things we weren’t proud of” becomes drone warfare and Big Brother. Steve is at one end of this timeline, Nick Fury at the other. There’s a chasm of about fifty years between the two points. That’s where the Winter Soldier steps in. 

This film is haunted by an American war, yes. But not the one Steve fought in. The Cold War was “a battle for the soul of mankind”, waged across millions of hearts and minds, and it’s a patched-over burn in the American psyche, barely healed and still tender to the touch. We emerged on the other side of forty-four years as the world’s one and only superpower. And it fucking cost us.

McCarthyism saw Americans turning on one another, fueled by snarling, indiscriminate paranoia. Operation Paperclip recruited Nazi scientists to keep German technology out of Soviet hands. Vietnam, with its thousands dead, was fought to keep the dominoes of Communism from falling across Asia. America, augmented by an unimaginable weapon and ruthlessly militarized, spied, ordered assassinations, irradiated its own children, and dragged the world to the brink of nuclear holocaust. All for the sake of security.  

The Winter Soldier is that America.

Inhuman, bionic, unfeeling, unthinking, the perfect weapon: a creature of progress, powered by pure ideology. The mind wipes? Decades of propaganda in its purest, most undiluted form, administered directly to the brain. The arm? I know a nuclear metaphor when I see one.

If Cap is the potential of America, what we should never stop striving for, the Winter Soldier is what became of us when we fell desperately short. He is what we did to ourselves.

In many ways this film is a ghost story, and like all good ghost stories, it holds up the tragedy of our mistakes and begs us not to repeat them. What SHIELD proposes—Project Insight—is assured destruction, a level of control over a population not exercised since we were staring Russia down over a launch pad. And so the Winter Soldier appears, the long cold shadow of America’s past, and crashes into the hope for its future with the ring of a metal fist against a shield.

Cap can’t destroy him, what’s done is done. Bucky can’t be unwounded, or given back his stolen time; the blood on his hands won’t be scrubbed out. But they can walk slowly together, one helping the other stand. 

Steve can’t progress without Bucky, just as, the film seems to say, America itself is doomed to fester unless it looks to its past and acknowledges what it has done; the things it has ground into dust in the name of a higher cause. In the MCU, the only way Captain America’s country will move forward is if it swears to never, ever go back.

Leave it to Emily to knock this meta out of the park. <3 

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Djimon Hounsou on his role in Guardians of the Galaxy (via stankface)