My Escape Plan

Stevie. 30-something, SAHM to four beasties. Not particularly savvy . . . with anything. Lover of true romance and tangible chemistry. Fan of superheroes of all shapes and sizes. Occasional fanfic writer.

[ixrose]

#chris evans #in where he is actually steve rogers

[urulokid]

#when is chris evans not steve rogers though

[stravaganza]

[an-other-people-deactivated2013]

#when casting is perfect I begin to wonder about Marvel #do they secretly grow these people on farms #let them loose on the world for a while to establish lives #and then cast them as the role they were grown for

[booksandwildthings]

I have

no idea

what you’re

talking about

[skeletoncl0set]

i do believe this is my fifth time reblogging this

[ilovewintersoldiersandsebastian]

apart form sebastian though he goes from this to this

[lastitalianwitcholdblog]

seb’s the weird cousin

[lovemarvel-trash]

@justaweirdthoughtstuff

[smthsmthurmum]

This is amazing oml

[i-is-surrounded-by-idjits]

Seb’s the fanboy they grew to connect with the audience

[itsanerdlife]

@snowyseba This explains everything!

[marveldcmistress]

I’ve only seen this post in screenshots on pinterest. I love it.

[themcuhasruinedme]

I think you missed the other fanboy…

[ellysiacat]

Love this

[sexylibrarian1]

Everybody says Seb isn’t like Bucky… but he IS. He’s Bucky without a mask on. Bucky’s always wearing some sort of mask. Even around Steve. Seb is what Bucky would be like if he’d had the chance to just ~be~.

[that-sokovian-bastard]

UH THIS

[mmmaff-blog]

Um we’re forgetting someone…

[linaofthemyscira]

ITS FINALLY ON MY DASH YESSS

[perpetuallyvex]

Not to forget our “Wizard”:

[formerprincewille]

Aldjaksnana

[patient-wave]

I’ve found it. I’ve found the perfect post.

[im-fangirl-trash-okay-deactivat]

it’s on my dash jdnckdmd

[laufyeson]

these dorks lmaoo

[waywardwilled]

I love everyone omg they’re all so amazing???

[coffee-swimmer]

YES

[ryangosking]

Don’t forget

[eraemx]

Chris looks so hot in that first gif set

[jrubalcaba]

Omg I found THE original post! Holy shit I’ve only ever seen screenshots of this!

[sheridans-dynamos]

This post pops up on my dash every few months and I will never not reblog it.

[lokis-helmet]

This is too good to not reblog

[the-marvel-what-deactivated2020]

Everybody see this, this is the quality trash I came to Tumblr in the first place.

[daily-marvel-dose]

Also

[adjectivebear]

This post is ALMOST perfect, but we’re forgetting someone:

[internet-tears]

Marvel has a farm wher they harvest actors [confirmed]

[abuckyrogersworld]

I actually live for this.

[lopeforrestlope]

This post gets longer every time I see it and I love it

[minuty]

[claudia-kishi]

While I’m looking at me, I’m hoping to find you.

[maxevvans]

[colbridgertons]

Okay mfmm friends, I have a very serious question. I’ve been doing a bit of research about the book and from all of the descriptions book jack and book phryne are simply friends. Jack stays married and has a couple of kiddos. I can’t find anything about a flirtationship or romantic overtures between them.

So my question is who’s idea was the romantic overtones and relationship for the tv show? Was it planned by the writers from the start. Like typical cop/civilian banter and eventual relationship a la caskett or boothbrennan etc.

Was it just a chemistry thing? Like nate and essie have such ridiculous chemistry that not playing to that would seem like obvious avoidance?

Or was it a choice nathan made right from thw begining. Like after they shot the pilot he jusr knew jack and was like jack’s in love with phryne and proceeds to make the biggest heart eyes at her everytime they’re in a scene together and the writers try to fight it at first but then essie realizes her char. Is in love with jack and the writers throw up thier hands and just give in and spend the rest of the show giving us the scenes with the MOST ust and romantic tension?

Has anybody ever even cared? Am i just weird for being curious?

[stevielaurelloves]

I wanna know this, too!!!

[chattermaxunderthesink]

“i’m sad and idk how to feel better”

“i don’t know what to draw”

“i always mess up”

“BUT I SUCK”

[rakubell-deactivated20180711]

LISTEN TO BOB ROSS.

[edwardspoonhands]

Bob Ross was paid $0 to make his series. He made a living giving lessons IRL and later selling his own line of paints and brushes.

[amisbro]

I apologize for not reblogging him as much but everyone needs this on their dash daily.  Seriously everyone needs this on their blog or wherever. Do they rerun this anymore or no?

[aishet-chayil]

Words of wisdom!

[infinrtywar]

so.. I did a thing.

[retroasgardian-deactivated20180]

I CANT FUCKING BRATHEWHBFAESJHFBESJH

[pinkettepoet]

this is the reason why i live now

[thebrooklyninenine]

OH MY GOD

[thedouglastrap]

@acheaptrickandacheesyoneline

[headbangingsappho]

the post-credits scene of infinity war 2 is gonna be thor going to a tattoo parlor to get that tattoo to commemorate loki he was supposed to get in ragnarök but when it’s done it says ‘loki is the best’ instead of ‘loki was the best’ (in like.. really shitty handwriting) and thor’s like “you’ve made a mistake my good sir” and the tattoo artist’s like “or did i?” and he transforms back into loki and thor’s just

[ambidisastrous]

Write in the tags that movie you’ve seen so many times over so many years that even though you haven’t seen it in a bit, you can still recite every line as it happens

[thebibliosphere]

I’m getting a lot of requests for the Macbeth story, which I’m sure I’ve told before but an old classic never dies.

Welp, might as well do something while I’m on the bus. Excuse any typos, typing on mobile is hard.

[thebibliosphere]

In news that will surprise no one, I was a drama school kid. I didn’t so much like to perform, but I did enjoy writing scripts and being the occasional narrator or background person.

In 5th year English class we were assigned a group project of retelling Shakespeare in six minutes or less. I rewrote the entire of Macbeth in a series of rhyming couplets, which by happy happenstance, synced up perfectly with Carly Simon’s “You’re So Vain” (”yooooou’re so vain, I betcha think this throne is bound to you, don’t you, don’t you”) which is what the group sung it as, while my favorite English teacher (the one who did the Lord of the Flies experiment with us) sat with his head in his hands, occasionally making noises like he was crying.

If I ever find those notes I’ll let you know, but that’s not what this story is about, but it is where it started. Cause I won an award for that hot garbage, and found myself propelled into the actual drama class in sixth year because of it and that’s when shit got weird.

First of all, everyone knows you don’t call it Macbeth around actual drama people, you call it The Scottish Play because of the well established curse. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Scottish_Play)

Which is what we all being good Scottish superstitious kids did. We called it “The Scottish Play” and never spoke any lines unless we were rehearsing cause that’s just what you do. And when your school is built less than a mile away from an iron age fairy mound and was built on the site of what used to be an old laird’s house that mysteriously burned down in the late 1800s and was subsequently rumored to be haunted, ye dinnae fuck wi fate like that.

Unless of course, your name was Mister Hadley, and you were a) newly arrived from England and b) didn’t believe in superstition and c) took every opportunity possible to spit in the face of the gods and call it MACBETH like you had nothing left to lose.

And this is my stop so I’ll post more when I get home.

[thebibliosphere]

Okay home now, lets do this.

So Mister Hadley was a hip young thing, or at least he likely hoped he was. He would show up every day regardless of the weather wearing sandals under his dress trousers, and trying to hang out with us like we were his friends and not his students. He was, in hindsight, the exact type of smiling, friendly lech who thought Woody Allen was the pinnacle of genius and was likely writing a novel about a teacher who has a love affair with one of his students. And he hated superstition. Like, HATED. And he really hated that we kept correcting him whenever he called Macbeth, Macbeth while in the theater room. To the point where one day while standing on the stage, he got really exasperated and started yelling “MACBETH, MACBETH, MACBETH! There, see nothing bad happened! I mean, what could possibly go wrong?”

[thebibliosphere]

It’s subtle at first, like half the supporting cast coming down with mono the first month into rehearsals. Not an unusual thing of itself for a bunch of 17 year olds in close contact all the time.

But after that things get progressively weirder and wilder. And perhaps you might argue it was something of the Salem witch trials hysteria effect taking hold, and maybe it was. But let me tell you, it’s hard not to start having hysterics when one day in the middle of rehearsing her “out damn spot!” soliloquy, Lady MacB almost gets taken out by a falling stage light that plummets out of the darkness of the ceiling and smashes through the floor like an acme anvil falling through thin ice. It was so loud several teachers came running down to the auditorium cause they thought something had exploded, but all they found was Lady MacB standing frozen in the center of the stage covered in dust, starting at her upraised hand where she’d felt the falling metal whistle past her fingertips, and all of us staring at her realizing we’d almost watched out friend get crushed to death by falling stage apparatus. The school had to call in a second councilor after that.

And I mean, you’d think after that the school would think better of hosting this end of year play. You’d think. But after the room was inspected and repaired and the falling light deemed a freak accident we went right back to it. Persevering through random fire sprinkler mishaps that soaked the stage and scenery (not to mention the electrics), my friend Mark who was Lord MacB getting thrown against a window in a fight and falling out of it when it shattered. And several other small mishaps which by themselves wouldn’t have mattered, but when you compiled them all into one stressed out space, became completely overwhelming to the point where people left.

The cast began dropping like flies, their final grades be damned. Some others who needed to complete the class for their chosen elective the following year stuck around out of desperation. And then there were the ones like me, just there for the shit-show and to see who would be left standing at the end up. We all used to huddle together in the drama room on the 2nd floor after rehearsals, survivors of this mutual train wreck of a monument to our teacher’s ego, carrying salt in our pockets and throwing it over our left shoulders whenever we talked about the play even though we never said its name.

Mister Hadley did though. All the time. Repeatedly. Even when we begged him not to.

Cause you see guys, this is Mister Hadley’s vision and nothing small like 15 kids coming down with mono or having near death experiences is going to stop him. So I get moved from helping to rewrite lines of this Modern adaptation which is shaping up like Trainspotting meets Willy Wonka down a dark alleyway, and I wind up on the raised podium off at the side wearing a black hat and holding a broom. The irony of which was not lost on me or half my friends, but hey, it’s supposed to be good luck to have a “real” witch acting as one of the witches, maybe that’ll save us.

[thebibliosphere]

You might be thinking at this point, “buy Joy, what did your parents have to say about any of this, why was no one doing anything?”

Have you ever tried to tell your parents “our drama teacher cursed us all by saying Macbeth instead of The Scottish Play and now we’re all going to die”? I have. My mother said “no you’re not, dear” while my dad said “that’s nice, dear” and carried on reading his book. They genuinely did not believe us, and attributed it to “high spirits” and general shenanigans.

Until opening night that is, when the curtains lifted, and Lord MacB is standing there with his shredded arm in a sling, (there are pictures of this and I have been facebooking friends all night trying to get hold of them) Lady MacB keeps looking up at the ceiling like she has a nervous tick, and everyone else is just plain god damn miserable and more than a little wild around the eyes.

But we get through it. Nothing else bad happens and no one nearly dies. Right until the very end, when Mister Hadley gets up on the stage to address our horrified looking parents to thank them for coming, says “ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to tonight’s performance of Macb—” loses his footing, and promptly falls off the stage and breaks his leg.

And that’s the story of my schools first—and last—official performance of The Scottish Play.

[aliashawkat]

[vittyyluvscookies]

Am I wet? Am I on my period? Did I pee my pants?- next on wtf is going on down there.

[submissivefeminist]

I’m so glad this is a universal wondering among vagina-owners, haha.

[chaotichowlite]

‘Vagina-owners’

[anxiousnerd]

Tune in next time for: Are these menstrual cramps? Am I pregnant? Is it just gas? I wouldn’t have to ask these questions if I didn’t have a damn uterus

[sexylibrarian1]

Next week: Is it a bladder infection? An ovarian cyst? Do I have endometriosis? Oh God please do not let it be cervical cancer! A 20/20 special

[occupyvenus]

Y'all are forgetting the all-time classic: Is it just my period or is my appendix about to burst? Some nice tea and a heatpack or 911 and emergency surgery?

[phantoms-lair]

There is actually a test for that last one!

Place your hand over the pain, press down slightly and release. If the pain doesn’t change by any great margin, you’re fine. If it suddenly becomes some painful you can barely stand, Get thee to an Emergency Room

[taysweetbae]

reblog for the safety of vaginas and their owners

[greedyagain]

The appendix test works with or without a vagina so reblogging for everyone.

[bethanyactually]

Another good test for appendicitis is the jump test. Jump off a low step, or just jump in place, and if your pain suddenly increases, you could have appendicitis and should maybe see a doctor. (Also, your appendix is on the right side of your lower abdomen, and appendicitis typically presents as pain starting as a dull ache near your navel that sharpens and moves to the lower right.)

[awed-frog]

Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?

[obsessionisaperfume]

YEP.

[persephoneshadow-deactivated202]

So much.

[vampireapologist-archive-deacti]

admittedly I don’t normally like modern shakespeare adaptations but once I went to see my cousin in a midsummer night’s dream and it opened with a high schooler saying “I don’t wanna read this play” so he sits down and eats an entire chipotle burrito on stage and then immediately falls asleep and the play begins but instead of the forest the faeries all hang out in a rainforest cafe TM and at one point in the middle of a scene the guy from the beginning just slowly drifts across the back of the stage on a skateboard, staring at all the characters as the events of the play transpire in the form of some sort of chipotle-induced coma lucid dream

[northisnotup]

THAT is EXACTLY what Shakespeare would have wanted

[relevantlyrambling]

I swear if this isn’t floating around on the internet I’m gonna cry

[cyanideending]

Oh buddy IT’S ABOUT TO BE. I am like, 98% sure this was my high school’s production and I’ve got photos and video clips like craaaazy…

Here are some fun additions… the Mechanicals were also based on the characters of The Breakfast Club (here I am below, eating an actual Captain Crunch and Pixie Stix sandwich on stage.)

…and the one on the longboard was actually our Puck - he rode it through the whole play in the background. Please note his “Forest Cafe” shirt… which we also had logos for on the cups.

…and we had both a flash mob at the end AND an interlude where myself and one of the other Fairies danced to “Sexy and I Know It” while we were cleaning up the tables at the cafe.

I will post more of this later. I have a DVD at my house and will endure cringing at myself to bring you some quality clips… there’s probably one of K eating the burrito before the start of the play, too.

@hullaballoons Here is more Ktown Lore for you 

@cupcakelirry 

[cyanideending]

Here ya go kids… all 2h20m. if you make it through the whole thing once, that’s probably more times than any of the cast watched this DVD. You can probably see why. Tbh if you watch this, I am sorry in advance.

Important notes:

- Chipotle burrito makes a cameo about 30 min in,

- the end has a flash mob and a “commercial” for the Forest Cafe, 

- unfortunately, the lunch scene where all the mechanicals whistle like the Breakfast Club got mostly cut for some reason?

–

@vampireapologist in case you have any interest in reliving this… at the very least you can prove to any doubters that there was, in fact, a Chipotle burrito onstage.

[vampireapologist-archive-deacti]

I cannot even fully conceptualize, much less put into words, how wild this chain of events has been.

I have dozens of posts going around that have broken 50,000 notes, and plenty that have broken 100,000.

On every single one of these posts, there are hundreds, if not thousands, of comments and tags calling me a liar and the story fake, but none so much as this post.

This post was my most doubted of all.

And you came in………

with a Two and a Half Hour Long video.

I’ll never forget this.

We have a bond forged in fire and spirit now.

[indianajcnes]

Q: How would you like the opening line of your obituary to read? A: Jason Isaacs - full-time dad, sometime actor and trophy husband - has gone missing under mysterious circumstances.

[kingwizardandthelizardgizza-blog]

Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters

[quasarkisses]

they need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay

“He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.”

“Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.”

“He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.”

“It looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro.”

“If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.”

[nudityandnerdery]

And, of course: “The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t.”

[assassinregrets]

the one that will always stay with me is “Arthur Dent was grappling with his consciousness the way one grapples with a lost bar of soap in the bath,” i feel like that was the first time i really understood what you could do with words.

[marsdaydream]

I will reblog this every time I see it because these are some of my favorite sentences in the English language.

[podkayneofthegalaxy]

The best thing I ever read in a Jason Isaacs interview was when he talked about this one time, he’d just come home from being away for awhile, and his wife wanted to watch Case Histories, and when the episode was over, she sighed “in disappointment,” looked at her husband JASON ISAACS, and said “I love Jackson Brodie.” 😂

[stevielaurelloves]

I want so badly for there to be more of this show.