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Son of a bitch, Laurie, you’ve got a fucking found poem there. Plus, like, actual poetry.
I just love the idea that there’s a bunch of grouchy middle aged women running Night Vale, everything is SO ANNYOING but they love this damn town SO MUCH.
like Pamela Winchell and Leann Hart obviously. Suzanne Thurgood over at the hospital, and Madeline LeFleur trying endlessly and hopelessly to turn Night Vale into a popular tourist destination. Josie used to run the opera house and obviously still has a lot of influence. omg and SARAH SULTAN running the community college, how could I forget
Every Sunday they get together after they do their bloodstone rituals and talk about community events, local crops and politics over lemonade and gingersnaps oh my god someone do the thing.
It’s Dyngus Day, and yes I have to work at 8:30 tomorrow, but I basically have a genetic obligation to consume all of the vodka in the house.
one of my favourite things about the winter soldier though
in the original arc, it takes a deus ex machina to make a dent in the winter soldier’s programming. steve has to bend reality to get past the mix of amnesia, brain damage and brainwashing that prevents bucky from remembering. he thinks appealing to sentiment and emotions will be enough and he tells the winter soldier to shoot him, and the winter soldier shoots him in the face without a second thought. steve literally has to rewrite the fabric of reality itself with a magical macguffin to save bucky.
and then you have the movie. after two minutes of violent knifeporn and steve calling him ‘bucky,’ the winter soldier starts to crack. and then again, during their final showdown, he starts to crack through nothing more that the sheer force of steve’s kicked puppy eyes and bloody-minded miserable desperation and the power of friendship.
that’s it: this is steve roger’s superpower. heart.
Okay, but take into account Steve’s puppy face. That’s basically a reality-rending magical MacGuffin all on its own. Under the power of those puppy eyes, I, a twenty-two year old DFAB pacifist from Western New York who has never been to NYC and has moral crises about killing spiders, would be like, “Yes. I am Bucky Barnes. I don’t know who the fuck that is, but sure, I’m him. I AM WHOEVER WILL MAKE THE SAD PUPPY EYES GO AWAY, GODDAMNIT.”
I love contra dancing, and I love dancing with people I know, or at least am acquainted with. I love spinning and feeling my skirt swirl around my legs. I love when it goes well and we all weave in and out seamlessly. I love when someone screws up and we laugh and move into the next step. I love learning new steps and new ways to swing, and I love dancing with cute partners who spin me all the time. Can’t wait til the next one!