Trip Week: BJ Britt & Sami
So excited for fall. Just so I can wear this jacket. lol
Streaming Mamma Mia at 11 pm (5 minutes)
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OK so I thought I was just gonna do the one dinner picture tonight, but then I got inspired and made an actual meal: black bean & mushroom tortilla casserole, lime-cilantro cucumber salad (which was kind of meh tbh but I didn’t have any other salad fixings), and low-rent esquites made of frozen corn that I charred in my shiny new cast iron.
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In that long-standing tradition of my people, I have made the food of another culture into a casserole and added extraneous cheese:
Mushroom & Black Bean Tortilla Casserole (based very loosely on this, but ask me for the recipe if you want to try making it, I think the original would be pretty bland)
i was thinking, what if steve sleeptalks?
like, he and sam are in a hotel room (in the great bucky barnes search slash road trip), sleeping together (of course). the A/C kicks on, startling sam awake. steve rolls over, slings an arm around sam, mutters, “buck, tell mr. morello he needs to fix the stupid heater already, ‘m freezin,” and lets out a huge snore.
sam would be a little pissed off if it wasn’t heartbreaking. so he just pulls the covers up around steve’s shoulders and tries to lend steve some of his warmth.
sometimes, steve wakes sam up muttering about hydra, or repeating “bucky” or “natasha” or “sam” like a prayer. other times, he says nothing but nonsense: “goddamn ninja turtles, get out of my kitchen.” sam wakes up steve laughing and refuses to explain.
one night, steve falls asleep on sam’s chest while they’re watching hbo in another hotel room. sam’s being sappy, running his fingers through steve’s hair, when steve grabs a fistful of sam’s tshirt and snuggles in close. “watch out for the dragons, sam,” he says, pressing his face into the warmth of sam’s tshirt. “how do you always catch me?” steve mutters randomly, his nose crinkling.
"i don’t know, man," sam answers with a sigh, "but i don’t think you’re the one who’s falling, this time."
i am amazed that something i typed into my ipod when i was lying in bed half-asleep at like 2AM got over two notes lol. but i am trying to cheer myself up, so here’s a part 2:
of course, when they find barnes, it all ends. no more warm, too-small hotel beds. no more hands worming their way around sam in the middle of the night. no more sleep, if sam’s being honest with himself. sam opens his home to steve and his amnesiac assassin best friend, but steve closes his bed to sam.
for some reason, steve has some fool idea in his head that sharing a room with bucky will help him regain his memories — and barnes seems to feel safer with steve at his back each night.
"your guest room is the same size as our first apartment," steve shrugs, and sam just laughs and admits, "mine, too."
sam can’t sleep, though, even when he lays his pillow on the floor. he stares up at the ceiling for what feels like hours. finally, he gives sleep up as a lost cause, and heads to the kitchen for some hot chocolate.
barnes walks in a half hour later, his hair a mess, steve’s baggy sweatpants falling off his hips, and stops in the kitchen doorway. sam looks up.
"steve won’t shut up for ten minutes and let me rest," bucky mutters, crossing his arms. "keeps talking about you in his sleep."
sam snorts. “he used to talk like you were there, back in the day. ask me to get the heater fixed or something.” bucky frowns.
"i think he’s having nightmares," bucky tells sam cautiously, feeling out the situation. "about you, i mean." like clockwork, he hears something like a shout from the open door of steve and bucky’s room. sam gets to his feet.
bucky follows sam to steve’s side. he’s lying in a tangled mess of sheets, muttering, “sam — sam, deploy parachute — i can’t reach —”
sam kneels beside the bed and says softly, “steve. you’re dreaming. i’m here.” steve startles awake, going into a defensive stance, but he stands down as soon as he sees sam in the half-light.
"sam," steve says weakly, reaching out.
"i’m here," sam whispers. he lets steve take him into his arms and hold him for a few moments. "alright, alright, you’re crushing me," sam says with a sad smile. sleepily, steve grins.
"sorry," he yawns.
"alright," sam says gently, "let’s get you to bed." he untangles steve from the sheets and crawls into bed next to him, covering them both with the comforter. sam loops an arm around steve, who clasps his hand over sam’s.
sam’s half asleep himself when he sees barnes sill hovering in the doorway, given away by the streetlamp outside the window shining on his arm.
"come on," sam says, patting the bed. he scoots himself and the heavy, soundly sleeping lug that is steve rogers aside to make room for barnes.
bucky crawls into the bed, tensing when steve automatically reaches out to pull him in. sam watches through lidded eyes as bucky relaxes into steve’s touch.
before sam knows it, they’re all fast asleep.
Now that was an OT3 I should have expected but didn’t…
Monday night in Ferguson, 4-6 PM.
I’m fuckin dying tony calls rhodey “honey bear” and asks him to blow on his dice not 10 minutes into the first movie and the majority of this fandom thinks they’re just super platonic pals goodbye
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Terrible phone recordings ftw!
Part of my “getting off my ass” thing. Not great. But it’s something.
These tweets (and one retweet) are from my friend Ryan, a journalist who has been on the ground in Ferguson for the past few days. (His Twitter account is here, and it’s a great source of updates on the situation there [x]).
I just wanted to remind everybody that while spreading word about Michael Brown’s unjust murder and the horrifying events of the night of August 14, 2014, please do not oversimplify or ignore the complexities of the situation.
Journalists in the town have been doing what journalists do: focusing on all the negative aspects about the community to try and make it look like a hell-hole in order to sell their own pictures and stories, and basically all many of them want to do is further their own careers. But focusing on all that negativity only paints the picture of one side of the story, ignoring a lot of other important things going on there.
Please do not fall prey to the media’s game. Anger at the actions of the police in Ferguson is totally justified, but in the midst of that we cannot allow the people who are living with the situation every day to be dehumanized. Despite all this tragedy and chaos going on around them, they’re still a community and in many ways they’re pulling through all of it together. They want peace. Anyone looting or burning things down is a very small portion of the community. The whole story is so much bigger.
A story doesn’t need tear gas to be interesting. We need to hear every side of this story, not just the horrific parts.
TL:DR: please don’t fall prey to media attempts to dehumanize and oversimplify the situation in ferguson!!
RDJ takes the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge and challenges Vincent D’onofrio, Vincent’s son, and Chris Hemsworth. (x)