all i want from age of ultron is for clint barton to get the respect and love he deserves
I don’t hate Alexis as a character
"you didn’t graduate high school, and you’re an avenger," the boy says angrily. clint grits his teeth together and runs a hand through his already...
being a cishet looks boring why do people do that
Idk maybe bc sexuality/gender isnt based on how cool or interesting an individual wants to look
yeah but why be boring when u can be awesome and not cishet
yeah but why treat lgbt+ identities like some trendy fashion accessory that ppl can just slap on to look cool when u could not act like a complete idiot
So mom’s car is officially not worth saving - amazing how much damage there was when you consider I managed to walk away with just some glass scrapes and general soreness. So the van, the one that I remember climbing in the back of for the very first time when mom was taking it for a test drive at the dealership just a week and a half before my eighth birthday, has now, eleven and a half years later, given its life while protecting me from serious harm.
I’m seriously about to cry over that damn car - funny to think about all the memories it’s been a part of, everything from moving back to Oklahoma to driving me to my first day of high school to the first time I got behind the wheel of a car. This is the car whose passenger seat I sat in as I left my high school for the last time and cried my eyes out as four years of memories came to an end. This is the car I accidentally drove through our garage door last year. This is the car that carried me to my first shift as a crew member at the movie theatre and then again to my first shift as a supervisor. This car is the reason why yesterday when I was looking at cars of my own I chose a Honda. And this car, the one that I so eagerly climbed into a seven-year-old and just last week was driving as a nineteen-year-old when it officially crossed 250,000 miles on the odometer, has finally had it.
I feel terrible about it, even though I know the van was on its last legs anyway. But it’s funny how something so simple as my mother’s car, the van she had to get because us three kids had gotten too big to all fit in the back seat of her Volvo anymore and dad’s Saturn certainly wasn’t gonna cut it as the family car - it’s just funny how something so simple as an old red mini-van can come to mean so much.
I’m gonna miss sitting in the passenger seat, my feet up on the dashboard, talking to mom. I’m gonna miss the way my oldest brother could never seem to remember to wait until the car was in park and unlocked before trying to open the side door - it was always beep at him, always.
So yes, this is a long text post grieving the loss of our family van, the one that I put in its grave last night with a nice assist from another equally as stupid driver.
So long, van, so long. It’s been real nice knowing you.