Sidekicks, superheroes, skyscapes, Shakespeare, sports, and soldiers. If I were a historical figure, I'd most likely be Percy Shelley, in that allowing me to do things and interact with people was probably a bad idea.

Potential followers should be aware: I once rewrote Hamlet with strippers. You have been warned.

Call me Cat.

ao3 / other fic



let’s hear it for captain america

 (via punkrickgrimes)

"You turned my gentle friend into a weapon and I am less than thrilled about it"

To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally:


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Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.

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okay though if there’s anything that struck me on rewatching the first Cap movie it’s how much Steve and Bucky are such assholes to each other and it’s amazing

and like can you just imagine recovered!Bucky and Steve going on missions together and Steve being like

"wow Buck that thing you did there was actually kind of smart, all the stupid must’ve grown out in your hair"

and Bucky being all

"you might not know this, Steve, but there’s this thing we say these days that might be really useful for you to know and it goes like this: go fuck yourself"

and all the other avengers looking at each other like we read about you in history books, you are national heroes, what even

                (tags via harrietvane)

I learned that I was right and everyone else wrong when I was nine. Buck Rogers arrived on scene that year, and it was instant love. I collected the daily strips, and was madness maddened by them. Friends criticized. Friends made fun. I tore up the Buck Rogers strips. For a month I walked through my fourth-grade classes, stunned and empty. One day I burst into tears, wondering what devastation had happened to me. The answer was: Buck Rogers. He was gone, and life simply wasn’t worth living. The next thought was: Those are not my friends, the ones who got me to tear the strips apart and so tear my life down the middle; they are my enemies.

I went back to collecting Buck Rogers. My life has been happy ever since. For that was the beginning of my writing science fiction. Since then, I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.

—Ray Bradbury, “Drunk and in Charge of a Bicycle” (via roundtop)

❀ about me ❀


name: cat 
birthday: may 4 (TAKE NOTE, FOLKS)
zodiac: taurus
single or taken: *jean ralphio voice* open-minded as HELLLLLLLLLL
height: 5’5”
eye color: blue? grey? hazel? green? there is literally no agreement on this front, i am a mary sue
middle name: u can use “indigostohelit”
favourite color: purple
lucky number: 2


hogwarts house: gryffindor? hufflepuff? pottermore recently put me in ravenclaw, but i was having a bad day? THERE CONTINUES TO BE NO AGREEMENT ON THIS FRONT
favourite fictional character:  joe liebgott, alanna the lioness, joseph kavalier, inigo montoya
favourite television show: the twilight zone
favourite season: fall is definitely the season in which i am the most able to function as a normal human being
describe yourself in a few words: ”you’re patrick stump it goes without saying you are invited to EVERY orgy” -gamble endquestionmark
future children’s names: lol i DO NOT WANT children, but any daughter would probably be named leah ethel or leah eleanor; boys would probably have “robert” or “philip” or “lloyd” or “archibald” as a middle name
meaning of your name: fuckin’ graceful squirrel
ultimate otp: hamlet/horatio is The Archetype. (butch/sundance is also nice, re: The Archetype.)
what do you plan to/do for a living: write, continue to write, eventually be the sort of person who’d make it onto alexander pierce’s kill list in ca:tws
starbucks order: vanilla tea with god-awful amounts of sugar


introvert or extrovert: intro…vert????? idk i am increasingly feeling that “introvert/extrovert” is not the neat binary that tumblr would like it to be
dawn or dusk: l o l i haven’t seen dawn in over a year
righty or lefty: righty
coffee or tea: 
tea oh god i tried coffee but i just cannot stand the flavor
rain or shine: i can’t function without more or less regular sunshine, but the hours before and after a storm are when nyc is the most gorgeous 
reading or writing: yeah this question doesn’t make sense


St. Agnes Church, Detroit


marvel rule 63: james “bucky” barnes

I was put away between missions. Like Christmas decorations stashed in the attic. I continued as their killing machine, and the real me was kept locked away for decades. Until Cap fixed me. And all the horrors came rushing back like a tsunami.

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