I actually love how Winter Soldier used Natasha’s character: not a love interest, not a damsel, not a sidekick, but a complex, interesting character in her own right.
But… BUT…I sort of wish the post-credits scene had been her jumping into a car, and we cut back to see that the driver is Hawkeye, waiting for her.
"Where to?" he asks and she gives a small smile.
"I was thinking maybe… Budapest."
Tyres screech, off they go, next movie in the making…
I’m not sure if it’s being in superhero movies that suddenly makes me like some actresses I previously didn’t really care for, or if it’s seeing those actresses shoot down the shitty, sexist questions women in superhero movies always get asked in interviews that makes me love them.
People who think Black Widow is just decorative in Captain America: The Winter Soldier should remember Steve spends more time in tight shirts than she does.
"I would have preferred this writer explore these ideas" is an opinion.
"This writer has trouble with certain aspects of story-telling" is a criticism.
"This writer sucks and is talentless" is a mean-spirited insult.
"This writer should die" is a vile, shitty thing for which there is no excuse for saying.
Please learn the difference and please don’t pretend you’re doing one of the two former when you’re doing one of the two latter.
Yes! March was sad.
I feel like the problem with finales is that the writers almost always want to do one last hurrah - ‘let’s go out with a bang, yay, make it talked about, drama!’ But the fans are like, ‘we’ve put in years for this, just tie up all the fricking loose ends and be on your way’.
(I still haven’t forgiven the writers on Medium…)
how about i stab you in the chest
There’s too much blood and they both know it. This is it. No more redos, no more reset buttons. Dean looks over at where Sam’s sprawled on the ground three feet away. He can barely breathe, ribs skewering his insides, and all he can taste is blood and bile. But he can still see Sammy. Even if Sam can’t see him.
His baby brother’s hazel eyes are slowing but surely glazing over.
Dean feels it coming, the dark, it’s eating away at the corners of his eyes and his mind. He searches for something to say, anything, everything in this last moment, but all he manages to cough out is one, final, single word.
Sam laughs and it’s wet, hacking, his last breath.
“Jerk,” he replies and they both know, sure as anything, that what they’re really saying is “I love you” and “See you soon.”
EJ Su S CH RIS T HW Y
I don’t know why I’m reblogging this… I feel horrible promoting cruelty… its like I’m spreading some disease that causes tears and massive holes in one’s chest
I fucking hate all of you
This actually made me well up a little. Of course what I really want to see is them driving off together in the Impala after somehow defeating some impossible-to-beat evil.
A weary ‘bitch’
An exhausted, half laughed, ‘jerk’
Then a deep voice, confused, from the back seat, ‘Dean, I don’t think it is considered kind to call your brother a bitch’…
Same sex marriage finally legal in UK.
Rainbow flag over British government offices to celebrate today. A good day.
Yay for marriage equality in my home country!
My dream is to have ‘fuck you’ money… Though I did once save enough to support myself through the first six months of starting my own business after quitting a job I felt no longer suited me. It was tough, but allowed me to make the best decision I ever made.