[Image: Peggy Carter standing between Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes; she’s holding a cigarette in one hand and breathing smoke into Bucky’s mouth, tilting his face up to her; with her other hand, she’s holding Steve’s dog tags, pulling him closer.]
'Cause nobody ever survives
Prayin’ to stay in her arms just until I can die a little longer
Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike
She’ll eat you alive
"The mayor announced that the dogs were not actually dogs, just some plastic bags caught in the breeze that people mistook for wild dogs.”
Did anybody else click and drag? You should.
“I didn’t take you for a gin kind of girl,” came a low drawl from her left and Peggy found herself meeting the heavy-lidded gaze of Sergeant Barnes. He stood with his back to the bar, one foot propped on the base of the counter and a short glass of what looked to be whiskey held loosely in his fingers.
nobody came to his birthday party
SHUT UP OKAY THAT MADE ME REALLY FREAKING SAD OKAY LOOK HOW SWEET AND CUTE HE LOOKS POOR BABY
i don’t even know this snake and i feel guilty for not being there
"Tell me what you want, Sam," she says, darting her tongue over his lips, and Sam groans and tells her, Everything.
doodled this in my study breaks maybe ill finish it when i have more time??
A Female Reportage Photographer Surveys Berlin (c. 1910) Women in journalistic professions were a rarity in Wilhelmine Germany. Nonetheless, some women did succeed in establishing themselves as journalists – initially, they did so by working for the women’s newspapers and magazines that had been around since the middle of the nineteenth century; later on, they also worked for large newspapers. In this photograph (c. 1910), a female photographer surveys metropolitan Berlin from a crane being used in the construction of the Stadthaus [City Hall] on Molkenmarkt. The City Hall was built as an extension of the Rotes Rathaus [Red City Hall], whose large tower can be seen at the right. The Berliner Dom [Berlin Cathedral] can be seen in the background off to the left.
I just sort of assumed this was a photo of Mary Poppins
The Red Room wasn’t so much a school as a testing ground for experimental forms of hypnosis, séance, occultism—whatever nonsense was currently in vogue with the Soviet leadership that minute. Phil honestly wishes they’d just shown them propaganda films instead; it would be easier to weed out the truth from the lies. As it stands, Romanov will follow along beautifully for eight or ten units on the rules of modern warfare and then will come out with, “There is no such thing as the American Red Cross. We talked to Clara Barton through a medium and she told us her angels of death would sweep the battlefield and execute the cowards who were too weak to fight.” And then they’ll have to stop everything and backtrack until they can find and pick up the missed stitch that is causing her whole grasp of the Geneva Convention to unravel. It’s time-consuming, and frustrating, and terribly sad, and the worst part of all is the wounded pride that keeps Romanov on the defensive, sometimes storming out of the classroom yelling things like, “I know what I heard! I know what I saw! There were witnesses! Conclusive proof!”