Male idol: *breathes 2 feet away from band member*
het cis fangirls: oH MY GOD DID YOU SEE THAT OH MY GOD THEY ARE DATING THEY LOVE EACH OTHER !!!!1!!1!111!!! I SHIP IT !!!!1!!11!!!!
queer fan: maybe this idol isn’t completely straig-
het cis fangirls: umm excuse me sweaty why are you asuming his sexuality you can’t do that that’s rude :)
<b>Me at 10am:</b> I'm going to be productive today, definitely not gonna spend the whole day fangirling online again.<p/><b>Me at 11pm:</b> *staring at 23 opened ao3 tabs, a 150 songs Destiel playlist on youtube, a finished Destiel OS and thousands of tumblr posts* Well fUCK<p/></p>
He’d had time to pour over
the briefing from S.H.I.E.L.D. and only enough time to try and process in the
quinjet on the way to what Coulson was calling a Helicarrier.
He felt both awe and
reticence when he watched the files on Stark.
He was intelligent and reckless and made Steve think a little of himself
and, much like he felt in his own skin, he wondered how much of Stark was a
He felt guilt watching
Banner. Of all the advances made in the
twenty-first century and still Erskine had been so beyond his time that no one
had yet caught up to him. The
fascination with the serum – with what Steve represented – had led Banner to a
prison made out of his own skin. (He
would wonder, later, how far off the trial serum had been in Banner’s case, I’m always angry, echoing in his head).
He felt dumbstruck at the
possibility of Thor’s existence. For all
that he had seen in the life he’d had Before, he never thought – he’d seen the vast expanse of the cosmos,
before Schmidt had disappeared into it, but he hadn’t thought that there’d be
something else –someone else – out
there. It made him wonder if Schmidt was
still out there, too.
He’d watched and
re-watched the footage of Strike Team Delta – Natasha Romanoff and Clint
Barton. He was. He was awed, and looked forward to meeting
them most of all. As far as the
information from S.H.I.E.L.D. had noted, they had no enhancements. They had pasts, sure, but they had no serum
or otherworldly abilities or suits worth millions.
They were human, made of blood and sweat and hours
upon hours of practice and (to read their files) abuse and perseverance and
they were as skilled and fearsome a team as any of the others recommended on
Steve thought of his time
Before, he and Bucky, back alleys and bloody lips and scraped knuckles and how hard it was to survive and here were two
people so dedicated, so skilled they may as well have been a two-person
Commando unit. Were, as far as Steve was concerned. He was anxious to meet them.
okay but can we talk about how the Doctor created a statue of Rose as the goddess Fortuna by hand and got it 100% accurate down to the chip in one of her fingernails (and the shape of her bum :’D), without using any photo or timelordy device while Rose wasn’t even in the same time period, let alone the same room?