i'll see you in court.

you'll see just how ordinary i can be. ind. mike weiss from puncture (2011). 18+. written by lyss. est. august 2014. trapped in another way just still in the ground.

[forchrisevans]

p u n c t u r e

[dailyevanstan]

Top 10 Favorite Movies of Chris Evans

10.- Puncture (2011)

[mostordinarythought-blog]

“--how the fuck is it naive to think i can make a difference and change the world? with that mindset, you won’t get shit done.”

[puppy-a-day]

When the foods ready #food #dog #puppy

[mostordinarythought-blog]

@americanpunchline

 He--and Sanchez, who unfortunately won’t leave his side (and his leg is far too tense for him to pick her up and make her leave)--watch as TJ walks without a shirt. 

    “Don’t mind me, just enjoyin’ the view,” he says, whistles a little too as he shifts to the side to give TJ more room. Sanchez snuggles her moist nose into his palm on his other side, demanding affection.

[americanpunchline-blog]

[Text: Asshole] According to your mom, maybe. [Text: Asshole]  I’m not arguing with you. 

[mostordinarythought-blog]

[text: TJ] hey don’t bring her into this

[text: TJ] if I shave, can I come over?

[americanpunchline-blog]

[Text: Asshole] You’ve gained like thirty pounds [Text: Asshole] And have too much facial hair, but sure. Gr8

[mostordinarythought-blog]

[text: TJ] Still look great though

[text: TJ] You didn’t deny it

[americanpunchline-blog]

[Text: Asshole] Unfortunately. 

[mostordinarythought-blog]

[text: TJ] Do I look good? 

[text: TJ] Why am I asking, of course I do

[americanpunchline-blog]

[Text: Asshole]  You’re on the news.

[mostordinarythought-blog]

[text: TJ] Is it Fox?

[maritxu-nora-zoaz]

Puncture - Adam & Mark Kassen (2011)

108/365

😊👍🏻

[harryshumjr]

[ollieplimsollss]

366 days of Chris Evans- Day 6

[cruelonlytobekindarchived]

She’s panicking and she can’t help it. No one can blame her. Her cell phone blinks the 20% battery warning but she can’t turn off the flashlight or she’s going to lose it. She can’t be in the dark, please don’t leave her in the dark, she’s so scared, she’s so scared– “Please– Please don’t rush– Mike–” she winces soft, a sound that comes out like a gentle, low hiss. There’s a slow entanglement of pain easing up her spine that feels like one of those trees from the Wizard of Oz wrapping a vine around her body. She breathes deep again– looks up, and her breath comes out in a puff of marshmallow air, “The stars are beautiful, aren’t they?” She’s fighting to stay right where she is, trying to push up to standing position. She’ll be able to– in a minute, in a minute, when the pain dulls to a raw ache. Her head turns aside and she’s talking more to herself than she is to the phone, aware in a dull throb that she’s begun to cry, “I think that’s Ursa Major, there, just above my head–”

[mostordinarythought-blog]

He doesn’t know when he took such a personal interest in this tiny spitball of a client but here he is--wearing cowboy boots with Simpsons pajama pants and his robe out to scout her out of some kind of damn forest. The drive reminds him of late nights of shooting up and snorting and fun--and he shakes his head to get that thought out, push away that urge. It’ll never go away. 

“--They’re real pretty, Alana,” Mike says, twang heavy in his rough voice, pulling into Alana’s driveway. He doesn’t check the way he parks before he enters the backyard--so many fucking treets, so dark. 

“--Okay. I’m here. I think I see you.” 

The light in the dense wood is barely visible and he nearly cuts himself on some branches as he walks through them, paying them no mind. Finds her then, hangs up the phone. A hand goes out to her, not touching--not yet. “Alana? It’s Mike.”

[vikander]

[dailyevanstan]

[mostordinarythought-blog]

@whiiskeytango

“--Green juice is good for the body and the soul, man.”

“Unlike that shit you eat.”

[mostordinarythought-blog]

"--Sure you don’t want a smoke?”