Hi I'm Sam. I'm 17, I work for a photography studio and I am a Slytherin. I love Doctor Who, Supernatural, Sherlock, Avengers, Thor, and lots of other things. Feel free to ask me anything. I love to talk to people.
I’m in my way to Guatemala for a mission trip. Be back I’m a week. :)
hi this is my history teachers school picture and i promised i would make him tumblr famous feel free to photoshop his face on to various things thank you
here, i made it transparent for y’all. :]
I refuse to apologize for art
i refuse to be sorry for wasting my life
NO NO NO I CANT BRATHE
Steve discovers Roll Rolling one night while working through the list of music recommendations Sam and Natasha had given him. At first he thinks it’s a random ad popping up in the middle of the music video. Then he reads the comments. Nearly every one involves swearing and the term ‘Rick Roll’d.’ Google, as always, is unbelievably helpful and Steve laughs out loud to himself upon reading the Wiki page.
Sam is first.
Steve: Otis Redding is terrific - thanks for the recommendation. Found one you might like. Let me know what you think.
He pastes the link into the text before hitting send. He smirks and waits.
Sam: Steve Rogers, you Rick Rollin’ sonofabitch! Dammit, man. Who knew Captain America was such a troll?
Steve’s sharp bark of laughter echoes off the walls.
Steve: On your left
Sam: You’re an asshole
Sam: Fifty bucks says you can’t get everyone else
Steve: I won’t feel bad taking your money, you know?
Sam: That’s why you’re an asshole.
IDEK you guise.
Steve: Hey, Clint, thanks for the movie recommendations. Pretty in Pink was great. I liked this one too.
Steve carefully pastes the link in and presses send without a moment of regret. He tosses his phone on the counter and opens the fridge. Halfway through making a pile of sandwiches his phone vibrates on the counter.
Clint: U rick rolled me.
Steve: Sorry, pal.
Clint: UR an asshole. >:(
Steve snorts and screencaps the texts.
Steve: one down.
He attaches the picture and sends it to Sam, laughing to himself as he pulls a carton of milk from the fridge.
Sam: Why am I friends with you?
Steve: My senior citizen’s discount.
Natasha doesn’t reply. Steve hasn’t heard anything from her in three days, so he assumes she’s off somewhere on the other side of the world kicking ass and taking names.
He’s walking back to his place one night with a couple of large pizzas, listening to the 60s mix Sam made for him when a little blur of red and black lunges at him from the shadows. His attacker sweeps his legs out from under him and knocks him to the ground. He’s prepared to spring to the defense when he sees it’s Natasha. Steve’s laugh is cut short when she presses a pointed heel against his throat. “Dammit, Nat! You made me drop my pizzas. What the hell?”
She presses her heel a fraction closer and breathing becomes difficult.
Natasha eyes him coolly with her arms crossed against her chest. ”I’ve had motherfucking Rick Astley in my head for three days now, you little shithead.”
Steve snorts and immediately regrets it.
Natasha kicks him in the ribs before offering a hand to help him off the ground.
"Share your pizza and let’s figure out how you’re going to get Stark."
(Natasha is having exactly none of your shit, Steve.)
Despite what Tony thinks, Thor has no trouble with Midgardian technology. Humor, yes, but technology no. Steve sends Thor an email, swipes his iPod off the desk and goes out for a run, listening to the 70s mix Sam made him.
unknown number: I hate you.
Steve: Excuse me, I think you have the wrong number.
unknown number: I have the right number, Captain Rogers. Thor has not stopped singing all day.
Steve: I’m sorry, Dr. Foster.
Dr. Foster: No, you’re not. ヽ(ಠ_ಠ)ノ
No, he really wasn’t.
Steve finds an acoustic version, heavy on the sitar, of Rick Astley’s notorious hit and asks JARVIS to play it the next time Bruce plays his tea time music.
Two days later they learn that Hulk can’t sing but he can hum. Rather soulfully, he thinks as he sends a video clip to Sam.
Sam: You fucker, Rogers.
Steve: Five down. One to go.
Sam: Good luck with that one, asshole.
Steve: Better have my money ready, Wilson.
(Thor enjoys Midgardian folk tales sung in chanted verse)
Tony was last.
Steve knew he had to be meticulous in his planning- Tony wasn’t stupid, he wasn’t oblivious to Steve’s antics (He was the one who uploaded the Hulk’s humming onto youtube for god’s sake), he knew he was the last. He started checking every link he opened, he didn’t even trust JARVIS.
So Steve waited. And waited. And waited.
It was only when everyone had forgotten about the Rick Rolls completely that he started to plan.
Getting JARVIS on his side was the easy part- getting Dummy to help was harder. But it was worth it.
Three months after Steve originally Rick Rolled Sam, Tony Stark came home to find that one of his armours had been exposed to a virus and was malfunctioning so badly it was attempting to destroy anything that moved- namely, Dummy, as he was the only other moving thing down in the workshop.
Tony immediately sent out an evacuation alert for the tower and alerted the Avengers, desperate to contain the damage the armour could cause. For three hours JARVIS and Tony fought to regain control of the armour and backtrack the virus that had infiltrated it’s systems. And Tony, who was so desperate to save Dummy, didn’t see where the so called ‘virus’ originated before it was too late.
Never gonna give you up, Never gonna let you down, Never gonna run around, and desert you-
Tony didn’t speak to Steve for a week. Steve also woke up the next morning to find out that JARVIS had been reprogrammed to only refer to him as “Betrayer of Trust’ or ‘He Who Has No Honour’
It was worth it for the look on Sam’s face when he saw the security footage that Clint had uploaded to youtube (JARVIS now refered to him as ‘He Who Ruins Reputations’). And when he finally admitted defeat and handed over the fifty, he pulled out another hundred dollars and slammed it down on the table.
"Betcha can’t get Fury."
Thanks to the awesome person who added Tony’s section!
SOMEONE DO FURY
A Harry Potter AU where everything’s exactly the same, except the house elves look like Lord of the Rings elves and Dobby’s, like, played by Orlando Bloom. But they’re still not allowed to have clothes
orlando bloom hitting himself in the face with a lamp
Oh my god