“There were a couple of weeks where [Josh Helman who plays the young Stryker] has a big old scar right there [on his chin],” admits McAvoy, “He was trying to get me with a BB gun, and I flicked one out [a pellet] behind me and completely by chance managed to scar him!”—
Here’s how you know James McAvoy must be an absolute doll: he can punch Hugh Jackman in the arm as hard as he can and shoot a co-star in the face with a bb gun, and people still gush about what a sweetheart he is.
“'The female mind is certainly a devious one, my lord.'
Vetinari looked at his secretary in surprise. ‘Well, of course it is. It has to deal with the male one.’”—―Terry Pratchett, Unseen Academicals (via mysharona1987)
“Charlotte was the kind of woman who has only two bras, both of them grey. But after a while, if you paid attention, you came to realize that she had a look about her like she just got out of a bed, no matter what time of day you collided with her (she had a stalk of a walk, never looked where she was going, so you had no choice) and this tendency, if put under the heading “QUALITIES THAT GIRLS SOMETIMES HAVE” was a kind of poor relation of “BEDROOM EYES” or “LOOKS LIKE SHE’S THINKING ABOUT SEX ALL THE TIME” — And it worked. She seemed always to be stumbling away from someone else, toward you. A limping figure smiling widely, arms outstretched, dressed in rags, a smoldering city as backdrop. I had watched too many films, possibly. But still: a bundle of precious things thrown at you from a third-floor European window, wrapped loosely in a blanket, chosen frantically and at random by the well-meaning owner, slung haphazardly from a burning building; launched at you; it could hurt, this bundle, but look! You have caught it! A little chipped, but otherwise fine. Look what you have saved! (You understand me, I know. This is how it feels. What is the purpose of metaphor, anyway, if not to describe women?)”—Zadie Smith, “The Girl with Bangs” (via lifeinpoetry)
Um. Clint makes Steve and Bucky read Harry Potter. The Avengers all have very, very strong opinions about which house they get sorted into. Bucky thinks he's a Slytherin, but Steve says he's a Hufflepuff through and through.
"This isn’t a legitimate classification system," said Steve angrily, throwing the book onto the couch next to Clint. "This is bullshit. They’re children, for cripe’s sake.”
Clint’s eyebrows rose to comical levels.
"You can’t just isolate different children or—or— or try to predetermine their characters at age eleven," Steve said, thoroughly angry. "And you certainly can’t condemn an entire fourth of your school’s population to a villainy house, what the hell is that?”
He started to pace.
"As if people never change! As if there’s no moral or ethical growth after age eleven!”
Bucky reached over Clint and picked up the book. Clint gave him a look and he shrugged.
"Hell, if it makes Steve this angry, I gotta check it out," he explained.
"This isn’t a basis for education!" Bucky shouted. "Where are the art classes, huh? Kids this age should have access to art classes."
"Exactly!" shouted Steve. "Maybe a little less institutionalized racism and a little more arts education, am I right?"