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Apr. 14th, 2018
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copperbadge:
jackironsides:
svenyves:
lasrina:
bucky-plums-barnes:
Sebastian Stan on the set of Avengers: Infinity War (x)
You cannot convince me that Eliot Spencer isn’t Bucky’s grandson.
😳
HEADCANNON ACCEPTED.
Look, I’m not saying that this is 100% the sort of fic that @copperbadge would write except that is exactly what I’m saying
HAPPY SATURDAY
Parker and Hardison knew Elliot had finally settled when he disappeared for a couple of days and returned with a carefully packed crate of herb plants in decorative pots and a small fireproof safe full of photographs.
Well, technically they knew he’d really settled when he unpacked the photographs and hung them up in the kitchen. (By this time Parker had already accidentally killed the paprika plant.)
“Who’s that?” she asked, sitting on the counter, watching Elliot carefully hang a photograph of a beautiful, dangerous-looking woman next to the refrigerator (far from the heat and splatters of the stove).
“Granny Peggy,” Elliot said, and gave no extra information, as if the name itself was sufficient.
“Your grandma?” Parker asked.
“Sorta how Hardison’s Nana is,” Elliot said.
“I hear my name?” Hardison yelled from the other room.
“Come look, Elliot’s Sharing Things,” Parker called. Hardison’s head popped into the kitchen.
“Like snacks?”
“Look, that’s his Granny Peggy,” Parker pointed.
Hardison stared at Elliot. “You are Peggy Carter’s grandson?” he asked.
“No! We just called her that. Also how the hell do you know who Peggy Carter is?” Elliot said, at the same time Parker squeaked, “I thought Peggy Carter was a myth!”
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copperbadge:
jackironsides:
svenyves:
lasrina:
bucky-plums-barnes:
Sebastian Stan on the set of Avengers: Infinity War (x)
You cannot convince me that Eliot Spencer isn’t Bucky’s grandson.
😳
HEADCANNON ACCEPTED.
Look, I’m not saying that this is 100% the sort of fic that @copperbadge would write except that is exactly what I’m saying
HAPPY SATURDAY
Parker and Hardison knew Elliot had finally settled when he disappeared for a couple of days and returned with a carefully packed crate of herb plants in decorative pots and a small fireproof safe full of photographs.
Well, technically they knew he’d really settled when he unpacked the photographs and hung them up in the kitchen. (By this time Parker had already accidentally killed the paprika plant.)
“Who’s that?” she asked, sitting on the counter, watching Elliot carefully hang a photograph of a beautiful, dangerous-looking woman next to the refrigerator (far from the heat and splatters of the stove).
“Granny Peggy,” Elliot said, and gave no extra information, as if the name itself was sufficient.
“Your grandma?” Parker asked.
“Sorta how Hardison’s Nana is,” Elliot said.
“I hear my name?” Hardison yelled from the other room.
“Come look, Elliot’s Sharing Things,” Parker called. Hardison’s head popped into the kitchen.
“Like snacks?”
“Look, that’s his Granny Peggy,” Parker pointed.
Hardison stared at Elliot. “You are Peggy Carter’s grandson?” he asked.
“No! We just called her that. Also how the hell do you know who Peggy Carter is?” Elliot said, at the same time Parker squeaked, “I thought Peggy Carter was a myth!”
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jad3w1ngs:
I’m sick of seeing apparently ‘LGBT inclusive’ posts that completely disregard my sexuality. I want to know who out there believes that I and others like me exist and have a valid sexuality.
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jad3w1ngs:
I’m sick of seeing apparently ‘LGBT inclusive’ posts that completely disregard my sexuality. I want to know who out there believes that I and others like me exist and have a valid sexuality.
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alphacrone:
girls don’t like boys, girls like the pastoral escapist fantasy of living in a large house with many friends and several pets on a beautiful chunk of land with no financial, political, or medical anxieties. also, bread.
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alphacrone:
girls don’t like boys, girls like the pastoral escapist fantasy of living in a large house with many friends and several pets on a beautiful chunk of land with no financial, political, or medical anxieties. also, bread.
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michonnegrimes:
Lin-Manuel Miranda: A good amount of the West Wing references in Hamilton are subconscious; like “mind at work” which seems so deliberate. The references keep showing up. The other one that was totally subconscious because the song wrote so quickly is in That Would Be Enough. That song has no historical precedent. There’s no textbook I got that from. It was just a very real moment of “I love you no matter what.” Then I later see Bartlet saying it to Ellie! And I was like, “Aw, shit! I took that too!” It’s a testament to how many times I’ve seen all these episodes. The only real deliberate one is something called The Redcoat Transition. It’s not on the album, but it’s the transition between You’ll Be Back and Right Hand Man. The drum fill is the “Previously on The West Wing” drum fill. Every time I was backstage during it I’d go, “Previously on The West Wing.” I’d whisper that to Chris Jackson who is also a huge West Wing fan.
Hrishi Hirway: When I hear The Room Where It Happens I think about when Sam is talking about wanting to get back to staffing the President. Sam says, “Until you sit in the room all day, you can’t comprehend the chaos of the Oval Office.” And then, “I gotta get back in there. That’s where it’s happening.”
Lin-Manuel Miranda: Oh, wow. That’s really interesting.
Tommy Kail: In One Last Time there’s a moment where Hamilton does the Richard Schiff heart moment. That’s not prescribed in all the companies. That was for Lin and Chris. That’s a steal from The West Wing.
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michonnegrimes:
Lin-Manuel Miranda: A good amount of the West Wing references in Hamilton are subconscious; like “mind at work” which seems so deliberate. The references keep showing up. The other one that was totally subconscious because the song wrote so quickly is in That Would Be Enough. That song has no historical precedent. There’s no textbook I got that from. It was just a very real moment of “I love you no matter what.” Then I later see Bartlet saying it to Ellie! And I was like, “Aw, shit! I took that too!” It’s a testament to how many times I’ve seen all these episodes. The only real deliberate one is something called The Redcoat Transition. It’s not on the album, but it’s the transition between You’ll Be Back and Right Hand Man. The drum fill is the “Previously on The West Wing” drum fill. Every time I was backstage during it I’d go, “Previously on The West Wing.” I’d whisper that to Chris Jackson who is also a huge West Wing fan.
Hrishi Hirway: When I hear The Room Where It Happens I think about when Sam is talking about wanting to get back to staffing the President. Sam says, “Until you sit in the room all day, you can’t comprehend the chaos of the Oval Office.” And then, “I gotta get back in there. That’s where it’s happening.”
Lin-Manuel Miranda: Oh, wow. That’s really interesting.
Tommy Kail: In One Last Time there’s a moment where Hamilton does the Richard Schiff heart moment. That’s not prescribed in all the companies. That was for Lin and Chris. That’s a steal from The West Wing.
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bane-of-technology:
bigmouthlass:
sarapsys:
streetlifemanifesto:
Don’t trust morning you. Morning you is a dick. Morning you would sell your loved ones if it got them 5 minutes of extra sleep
maybe morning me wouldn’t be such a dick if that flaky bitch evening me had gone to bed instead of tumblring til butts oclock int he morning
Well evening me might have fallen asleep at a reasonable hour if that dumbass afternoon me hadn’t lain down for a “little nap” that lasted four hours.
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bane-of-technology:
bigmouthlass:
sarapsys:
streetlifemanifesto:
Don’t trust morning you. Morning you is a dick. Morning you would sell your loved ones if it got them 5 minutes of extra sleep
maybe morning me wouldn’t be such a dick if that flaky bitch evening me had gone to bed instead of tumblring til butts oclock int he morning
Well evening me might have fallen asleep at a reasonable hour if that dumbass afternoon me hadn’t lain down for a “little nap” that lasted four hours.
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