Something I just noticed while rewatching the scene from Avengers for my essay was the fact that the second Coulson brings up the ice, Steve gets up and goes to the cockpit, to look out at the sea.
He’s standing at the cockpit, looking out over the water. In his mind, only 17 days ago, he was on the same mission: get the tesseract, save the world, stop a madman. Only 17 days ago, he was at those controls, tilting the nose of the plane down and heading into the water. Only 17 days ago, he thought he was succeeding.
Only two weeks ago, he woke up and found the world was saved. Only twenty-four hours ago, he found out that everything he did was for nothing: another madman, the same weapon, being called on to stop it.
“I hope I’m the man for the job,” he says, because he’s remembering the last time he went on the same mission, the last time he donned the uniform, the last time he sacrificed himself, seemingly for nothing.
He’s standing there, looking at the same view, as Phil squees on how awesome Captain America - not Steve Rogers - is. Coulson is basking in the hero. Steve, though, is standing there and remembering the moment he made the decision that cost him everything. And now, he has to do it all again.
we were in the middle of a full dress rehearsal today, music all intense and blaring, and suddenly everything stops and there’s a moment of silence before the director yells “WHOSE. BAGEL. IS ON. THE STAGE.”
Obsessively trying to eat strictly healthy food and micromanaging all your meals is NOT healthy. Being absolutely terrified of certain foods because they are not 100% “clean” is NOT healthy. Feeling bad for enjoying food, regardless of its nutritional value, is NOT HEALTHY.
The magic folk of the Caribbean are nothing if not ambitious. Raising an unplottable island out of the ocean, they retreated to their paradisiacal land whereupon they built a school of magic to pass on their knowledge. Over time, the island grew crowded, and the magical community moved away, but the school remained in operation. Surrounded by a vast blue stretch of water, students must travel via large sentient sailing ships that have been magicked to operate independently (an extremely useful enchantment during the era of piracy as the ships knew to avoid danger). In the waters surrounding the school swims an unnaturally large barracuda with magical scales that can be used as wand cores, but only when it is given willingly. There are many classes dedicated to spice magic, and foreign visitors often say the school carries a distinct aroma akin to a legion of chefs who never stop cooking. Cinnamon for friendship, ginger root for courage and strength, red chillies can fight evil or cause destruction… it becomes the unofficial anthem of the students over time because the chant aids greatly during the multitude of spice-reading exams conducted throughout the school year.