Quixotic Iconoclast

Remember, kids: Safety first, danger second!

I felt it unlikely that Agent Coulson would do anything but bring some super-coffee to somebody. So when I read it and kind of saw that it was my fanboy wet dream of an AVENGERS script and that Coulson was a big part of it, that was a great day for me. I just kind of drove around the streets with the script in the other seat, just kind of giggling.

Clark Gregg, on getting his Avengers script [x] (via plrtz-glrb)

Story of a Five Year-Old Avenger, Meeting the Avengers

“Hi, Loki!” my wife said (100% sure she didn’t know Tom Hiddleston’s name). “Can my son get a picture with you?” she asked. “Can I put him on my shoulders?” Loki asks. “Um … okay?” is Jill’s response and hands Tom Hiddleston our son.  He hoists him up on to his shoulders (I should mention that this guy is like 8 feet tall), and my wife takes out her Blackberry, only to find that it’s on its last battery leg. Nonetheless she manages to get a couple of shots.  Hiddleston puts Edison down, shakes his hand and says goodbye…

… Evans crouches down next to Edison, who extends his hand and shakes the hand of The First Avenger. “Can I see your shield?” Evans asks and Edison hands his battered toy shield over. “Wow, you’re getting a lot of use out of this. You fighting a lot of bad guys with this?” he asks.  Chris Evans and Edison proceed to have a conversation about the finer points of shields and fighting the enemy.

(via hellomynameisgeek)

Dawning of the Mask

submitedtoelisabeth:

I can still feel the weight
of your head on my chest
your arms and mine
riveted to our sides

the spotlight on us
a soliloquy for two
as peripheral attention ambiance of the audience
suffocates the spring from whence the water
falls

as you hid your face in me
so I wish I could hide in you

with you

as if two masks could mask
each other from all the asks
painted facades back to back
so the faces inside could turn inward towards
the other

did you hear it?
with your ears so close
my heartbeat speeding up

did you feel it?
against your forehead
my heart to your brain
contractions to synapses

did you understand in that moment
the message I sent in Morse code with remorse
that I had to use the telegraph in my torso
to transmit in static that last bit wherein

I stood still as a statue ‘til you drew away
stone cold never to repeat the gesture not returned
eyes on us aside glances dancing
about ready to boo at the show on stage
that ran sour and bitter through their guts

if only it were just the stage
theater empty except for us
if only we could feel between the lines
visit the scene banished by test audience
I would not lie awake at night
wondering how that embrace that never happened
felt feels would feel didn’t ever never
arms freed only to constrain each other to ourselves
until others and ourselves become us
contractions synapses in synchronized rhythm
eternal sublime duet

and as I exit stage left
stage neglect abject
I wonder if hearts can lie
and if all that occurred then 
did so only in my mind’s eye

and cue the donning again
dawning of the mask
and with a flourish confound
all the audience asks 

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