because it's kind of hilarious

i always do this thing where i get really overwhelmed by my emotions and then it makes me laugh because wtf is that even about. for example im listening to i will always love you and am genuinely upset but also its kind of hilarious because its february 13th like am i a sitcom character

Fic where everybody comes back from a long and arduous mission only to find insurance-Bucky in the middle of the common room, two young people they’ve never seen before on either side of him.

Bucky looks up, scowls. He points at the dark-haired kid to his right. “Blaine,” he says. Blaine waves, and turns another page in his insurance law textbook. The kid – who, on reflection, is probably about as old as Bucky was when he made sergeant – is Becca’s grandson. He has neatly styled hair and wears a tie. Respects his elders. Steve should spend time with this kid. This kid is clearly a good influence.

Bucky then jerks his head to the left. “Britt,” he says. She’s a blonde girl. Nice. Quiet. She’s putting cat magnets on his murder arm.

The Avengers back out of the room and close the door behind them.

I just realized that this would totally happen.


Bog and Marianne’s Kid: Look mommy look daddy! I drew a picture!

Marianne: Really honey?

Bog: Let’s see it, sweetheart!

Kid: [holds up painting of purple butterfly, intricate, gorgeous, beautiful, lovely in all its colors, a moon shimmering down in the background casting light down on the angelic figure below] Look! It’s mommy!

Marianne: [blushing] Oh, sweetie, that’s beautiful! 

Bog: Ye captured her perfectly. [winding fingers with his wife] Stunning as always.

Marianne: Stop it, you.

Bog: [looking at her with pure adoration] Never.

Kid: I also made a sculpture of daddy!

Bog: [perking up] Really!

Kid: Uh huh! Look!

Kid: [proceeds to hold up a moldy pinecone on a stick] Look! It’s daddy!

Marianne: [falls over laughing]

Bog: MARIANNE STAHP LAUGHING!

Marianne: [dead]

I have been watching Grey’s Anatomy all evening and now I switched to writing and I don’t know about anyone else, but I tend to visualize scenes as I’m writing them. Right now, Lexa is washing dishes in a surgical mask and scrubs. Remind me to never write immediately after my gf talks me into watching Grey’s with her (via skype) for the entire first half of her flight…

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OH HELLO ARE YOU THE CONFLICT I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR

So today in French class I was chatting with my group and tried to say sweet but instead it came out huit (which means 8) and then Megan and I couldn’t stop laughing about it and everyone looked at us and we almost died.

And I was made head of the Plastics today. Our French Plastics. Because I was the only one wearing pink. So yes. I’m Regina. Huit.