My favorite part of going to the fireworks yesterday was driving through the streets of the absolutely packed shorefront. There was a van with the back hatch up and a giant American flag draped across the opening as a makeshift curtain/screen. Sticking out from under the bottom of the flag was a dude’s tanned, bare leg. That was it—just some poor guy passed out in the back with his leg sticking out for the world to see like he had no fucks left to give. 

shanology:

avacadoatlaw:

there is a note, buried deep in the winter soldier’s files, that warns his handlers against leaving slack in his leash on the fourth of july. if the asset must be taken out of cryofreeze on that date, it says, it should be done away from the states and any calendars should be kept out of sight

years after this note is written, anyone who comes upon it assumes something about the holiday wakes up some latent patriotism or perhaps that the fireworks cause an adverse reaction, but really the asset goes on the fritz a bit because he knows he’s missing something important, even if he doesn’t realize that something is steve’s birthday

First of all, how dare you

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