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Vanilla Chai Latte : Are you in love?
Flat White : Coffee or Tea?
Cappuccino : What’s your middle name?
Mocha : Dream Job?
Pumpkin Spice : Dream car?
Jasmine Tea : If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?
Old English : You’re stranded on an island, who do you bring with you?
Iced Chocolate : Do you have a crush on someone?
Caramel Frappe : Favorite video game?
Iced Lemon Tea : Favorite song/band?
Iced Cafe Mocha : Favorite thing to do on rainy days?
Hot Chocolate : Are you an affectionate person?
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Early Grey Tea : The inevitable Zombie Apocalypse is upon us! What’s your plan of action?
Mint Tea : How do you relax?
Vanilla Latte : Board games or drinking games?
Iced Coffee : Do you like reading? If so, what’s your favorite book?
Italian Soda : Describe your dream date
Sparkling Water : Describe what qualities you look for in a person
Orange Juice : Have you ever had a valentine?
Rose Hip Tea : Describe your first kiss
Herbal Tea : You’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy?

My Mum and I get invited to lunch or dinner once a week by a good friend of ours. Mostly on weekend, he lets me decide if I want to eat Italian, Asian or something else, and then we go there.

My absolute favorite is a little Italian restaurant in our town. Not only because the food there is so tasty it should be illegal, but also because there is that one elderly waiter – Italian himself- who always makes my day.

The first time we went to that restaurant, we were not served by that guy, though, but by a younger, unlikeable young waiter. He didn’t greet us, brought the wrong drinks and didn’t once smile or anything.

The whole time, I felt quite uncomfortable around him, but I got a glimpse of that elderly waiter in the background, watching with a frown. He caught my interest because he looked just as uncomfortable by the younger’s display as I did.

And then, the young one made one last misstep – he turned towards my Mum and said, “What does the boy want to eat?”

There was a long pause where we all exchanged confused gazes, before I said, slowly but clearly, “I’m a girl, sir.”

(I wasn’t angry, mind you. It happens quite a lot to me – I close to never wear tight clothes, my hair is cut short and I never wear makeup. I see where it’s coming from, really.)

But what came then made me grit my teeth, because instead of being baffled or even embarrassed, the guy looked at me and said, “You’re kidding me, right?”

Before I could say anything – or calm my mum, because she gasped loudly in outrage – the elder waiter swooped in, bristling as he basically tore into the younger one. I couldn’t understand what he said, because he talked Italian the whole time, but my Mum later said that he had been outraged that “A beautiful young Signorina” just as me had been insulted like that.

All in all, it didn’t take very long until the young waiter vanished back in the kitchen and the elder waiter turned towards me, basically bowed to me and apologized over and over again. “I’m so sorry, Signorina, that you had to hear that! Please accept my sincere apology…!”

“No, please,” I managed, not knowing if I should be embarrassed or amused by the sight of him being so dramatic. “This happens a lot to me, please, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Ah, Signorina, such a gentle soul you are!”

At that point, I laughed out loud because he beamed at me with such a delight, it was just funny how passionate he was about all that.

Since then, the dear waiter always insisted on being the one who catered to us whenever we come to this restaurant. I didn’t complain at all, and also my mum and our friend were quite amused by that. The elderly man would take my jacket off, pull my chair back for me and give me a kiss on the hand once we left again, insisting that I had to be treated like “the gentle and nice Singorina” I am.

Honestly, such behavior is strange to me, since I didn’t really grow up with gentlemen, but I let him have his fun, since he always pouted when I wouldn’t let him tend to me. It was his way of showing me his respect, and if that was what he wanted, I would let him.

Today, we went there for lunch, but I wasn’t really looking forward to it. I was still deep in thought about school and that dumb group project, and the only reason I did leave the house at all was because my Mum basically pleaded me to do so.

So I was kind of staring into the air instead of making conversation, and didn’t even realize that I had taken off my jacket alone before the waiter could help me.

Once my mum left to go to the toilet and our friend went back to his car because he had forgotten his wallet there, I was startled by the waiter appearing next to me, putting down a little plate with chocolates on the table next to me.

I blinked, frowning. “Excuse me, but we didn’t order that.”

“Ah, but Signorina,” he winked at me, smiled crookedly. “That’s a little present on the house.”

I managed a little smile, thanking him.

He hummed, refilling my glass and explaining. “I missed your smile today, Signorina.”

“I’m sorry. I’m a bit… lost in thought, I guess.”

“We can’t have that, no, no.”

I shot him a glance, guessing that he was already planning something again, but he just took my order with a wide smile and disappeared in the kitchen again.

Let’s just say that he exceeded himself that day.

The pizza I ordered was not round as usual – somehow, he had managed to convince the chef to make it heart-shaped this time. In between bits of conversation, he would appear at our table, refill the little plate with chocolates again and again, shooting me a grin every time. And when I followed my Mum out of the restaurant, he waited already at the door, surprising me with a bowl full of chocolate mousse – “on the house”, he explained with a wink.

Etiquette or whatever be damned – I straight out hugged him then and there. And based on his delighted laughter and him cheering “There is your smile, Signorina!” I don’t think he really minded.

Honestly, bless this angel of a person, please. Bless him and all his descendants.

So...

- Lance and Pidge are the younger siblings in their families.

- Lance and Pidge are the youngers paladins (Lance for a few months).

- Lance and Pidge LOVE retro videogames.

- Lance favorite food is an italian dish and Pidge is italian.

… Now, I’m not saying Lance and Pidge are soulmates but I’m totally saying they’re soulmates.

(Astrology has my back);

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Well, since today was Sunday, I decided to finally give a good clean up to my man child toys small vehicles collection, as I’m a lazy bastard that lets it collects too much dust for weeks at a time.

And since they’re all bright and shinny, I decided to share it with you guys, my pride and joy that has been slowing growing for the past 10 years, so, without further ado, here they are!

Aircraft

Aérospatiale/BAC Concorde - Air France 

Airbus A330-200 - Avianca

Airbus A330-300 - Swiss International Air Lines

Airbus A340-300 - Iberia

Airbus A340-300 - TAP Portugal

Airbus A380 - Prototype

ATR-42 - Avianca

AgustaWestland AW101 - Royal Canadian Air Force

Avro Lancaster - Royal Air Force

AgustaWestland AW109 - US Coast Guard

Bell 207 Jet Ranger - Los Angeles Police Department 

Bell 412 - Corpo Forestale dello stato

Boeing 737-400 - Lufthansa 

Boeing 737-700 - Gol Transportes Aéreos

Boeing 737-800 - Aires Colombia

Boeing 737-800 -  Gol Transportes Aéreos (different scale)

Boeing 737-800 - Varig 

Boeing 747-400 - Royal Air Maroc

Boeing 767-200 - LAN 

Boeing 777-200 - American Airlines

Being 777-200 - Singapore Airlines (different scale)

Boeing 777-300 - Japan Airlines 

Boeing AH-64 Apache - US Army

Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress - USAAF

Boeing F/A-18E/F Super Hornet - US Navy

Boeing Vertol CH-46 Sea Knight - USMC 

CANT Z.506 Airone - Regia Aeronautica 

Dassault Mirage V - Colombian Air Force (made from three 7.62mm bullets)

Douglas Commercial DC-7 - 

Embraer E190 - TACA

Embraer E195 - AirEuropa

Eurocopter EC135 - German Army

Eurofighter Typhoon - Luftwaffe

Fairchild Republic A-10 Thunderbolt II - US Air Force

Fokker 50 - Aer Lingus

Fokker 50 - Avianca

Fokker Dr.I - Luftstreitkräfte (Red Baron) 

General Dynamics F-16 Fighting Falcon - Royal Netherlands Air Force

Grumman F-14 Tomcat - US Navy

Grumman F-14 Tomcat - US Navy (different scale and wing angle)

Hawker Hurricane - Royal Air Force

Junkers Ju-87G Stuka - Luftwaffe

Lockheed C-130H Hercules - US Coast Guard 

Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird - US Air Force

McDonnell Douglas AV-8B Harrier II - USMC

McDonnell Douglas DC-10 - Northwest Airlines 

McDonnell Douglas F-4 Phantom II - US Navy

Messerschmitt Bf 109 - Luftwaffe

Mikoyan MiG-29 - Russian Air Force

Mitsubishi A6M Zero - Japanese Navy

Mil Mi-17 - Soviet Air Force

Mil Mi-25 - Iraqi Air Force

North American P-51 Mustang - USAAF

Panavia Tornado - Luftwaffe 

Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawk - US Army

Sikorsky SH-60 Sea Hawk - US Navy

Supermarine Spitfire - Royal Air Force

Yakovlev Yak-3 - Soviet Air Force. 

Tanks and Armor

Krupp Protze and 3.7 cm Pak 36

M2 Bradley (I had bought a T-72, but the seller sent that one by mistake)

Marder III Ausf. H,

Panzer IV Ausf. G

Panzer VI Tiger Ausf. E 

Sd.Kfz. 7/2 armored cab version

In the following years, I want to add soviet airliners (I’ve had my eye for a while on a Herpa Wings Tu-154M), Vietnam-era helicopters, trijets, at least one biplane (the fokker’s a triplane), british turboprops, allied WWII armor and more AT guns, but that will be when I’m back in Colombia, as I can’t indulge in this hobby as much as used to, as most came from the time I worked a full-time job, where more often than not I ended up eating only spaghetti and canned bologna sauce for weeks at at time after overspending in one of these, mostly the helicopters and tanks (all worth it!).

I had a bit more, but two movings and a car crash destroyed them. 

That’s Cat Oake on the left, with me affectionately pawing her as we wait to get our tapas on in 2015. This afternoon we heard from her brother that Cat has left us.

Cat was such a significant part of my fat acceptance journey. And the journeys of many, whether they know it or not. I’m so grateful I got to hang with her in recent years, both here in NYC and at her home in Las Vegas. And I’m glad she knew she was the primary inspiration for the Adipositivity Project. There were predecessors I was not yet aware of, but Cat was the first fat woman who posted nude photos of herself online which made me feel they were created for the gaze of other fat women. She did it with artful whimsy and maybe just a smidge of fuckyouism. I’d never seen anything like it. I’d never seen anything like her.

Over the years she gave me camera advice, chastisement aplenty, and often made me laugh until I ached, without ever cracking a smile, herself. The woman kept a tally of every alcoholic drink she’d ever had in her life! Last time we shared cocktails together, it was in the 300s, I believe. Maybe 400s. She was adorable. She was a character. She was a force.

Halloween will never be the same.

To all who’ve benefited in any way from seeing images of happy, unapologetic, naked fat women, please pause and offer a moment of appreciation for Cat. Even if you’ve never heard her name, she has influenced your life. Trust that.

I just pulled up our most recent exchange of messages. I guess to visit with her again? We’d been talking a lot about medical things, as she’d been in and out of the hospital for months, and Cat allowed me to be a bit of an information go-between for a couplefew folks who were concerned but reluctant to ask. Even when things got real, Cat was always fascinated by the science of everything going on with her health. She sent me diagrams! Jesusgod, I love her. Anyway, one of the last things I said to her in these messages was when she’d just been released from the hospital. Inspired by my favorite Italian toast, “Cent’Anni,” I said, “Another hundred years to you.”

We didn’t have another hundred years with Cat. But if we keep her in our hearts and minds (and toasts), maybe we can have the next best thing. Next time you wear something you wouldn’t have worn a year ago, or you pause to admire your reflection, or you refuse to postpone any part of life in hopes of attaining the unattainable first, I hope you’ll think of Cat. I sure will.

And I hope we’ll always have this. Cat’s website. The site that launched a multitude of multitude.  www.catay.com

Now it’s time for a good, hard cry.

ETA: A few of us are gathering in Manhattan to raise a glass to celebrate Cat’s life this Thursday 9/21 at 7pm. If you’d like to join us, email me at adipositivity “at” gmail for the location. 

anonymous asked:

I had a dream in which Hunk asked Lance what was his favorite Italian dish and Lance smiled and answered "Pidge" and Pidge almost choked while drinking water, why do I dream things like this??

Keep having these dreams you’re doing amazing sweetie

ITALIAN PIDGE HEADCANONS!!!

So since I’m Italian and have so many awesome family traditions and such a strong connection with my heritage I thought I’d share a few things I think Pidge might experience or do! (A lot of these are heavily based off my memories so bare with me!!)

(Tagging @bext-k in case you’re interested! I know it’s really long so no pressure!)

1. First things first, I hope she has a Nonna and Nonno!! We don’t know much about her family outside her brother, mother, and father, but I can totally imagine Pidge visiting her grandparents every Sunday for a family dinner. There’s probably SO MUCH FOOD and I’m sure Pidge’s parents constantly yell at her to get off her laptop and help her Nonna set the table.

2. THERE HAS TO BE A GRAVY RECIPE!! The paladins constantly argue with Pidge that the term is ‘sauce’ but she refuses to use it. One day Hunk tries to make it but there’s always something off in the slightest and Pidge always notices. I can definitely see Hunk spending all day trying to perfect it, eventually getting extremely frustrated as Pidge sends him back to the kitchen for the fifteenth time, complaining about the tiniest differences.

3. When Pidge is bored and isn’t using tech, she always has a pack of Italian cards on her and plays games by herself. The two games that I know are one player and if you win, you get to make a wish and supposedly it comes true. Every time she wins she always wishes to find Matt. Every. Time. She also tries to teach the group how to use them, which of course does not end well. “How can that card count as a nine, it’s just a guy on a horse!”

4. My Nonno is the biggest handy man I know which I can totally see Pidge having in the family and he could have sparked her interest in building tech. My Nonno also has a small work space under the house which is full of trinkets, supplies, and little inventions. He’s made tables out of bus windows and even a small satellite for one of my dad’s science projects! Pidge would LOVE going down there to see all the cool stuff her grandpa’s created and find herself creating a few things herself.

5. My Nonna calls me “la bella di Nonna” which if you google translate, it sounds weird, but to simplify it’s basically a term of endearment. She says it to tell me how much she loves me and I can see Pidge’s Nonna saying the same, which I feel like might make Pidge uncomfortable at first but once she’s in space and realizes how much time has passed since she’s seen her family, she starts to miss it a lot.

Now here come some pretty strange ones…

6. There’s an Italian saying in my family that we use a lot around dinner time “Mangia la minestra o butta ti da finestra” which basically means “Eat the food or throw yourself out the window” My family just simplifies it to “Eat my food or jump out the window” I could totally see Pidge growing up with this saying being said for fun at dinner, especially when her or Matt didn’t agree with what was being served. And of course she tells Hunk about this saying and he uses it anytime anyone’s tries to complain about what he cooks up in the castle’s kitchen

7. There’s also this another saying (or game you could say) that I learned when I was little. It goes “Moosh, mushie, no belle, schiaffe!” The translation doesn’t make much sense. The important part is that “schiaffe” means slap. (My family has a really strong dialect so if you’re Italian and want to yell at me for spelling and pronunciation I’m sorry!!) Basically on “moosh mushie” you squish the other person’s cheeks and then on “no belle… schiaffe” you slap them (IN MY FAMILY IT WAS LIGHTLY AND PLAYFUL I PROMISE!!) Pidge would totally do this to Lance when he pisses her off “Hey Lance, come closer…no closer”

OK AND IM ENDING THIS WITH A TEAR JERKER

8. There’s a nursery rhyme that my dad would sing to me all the time when I was a baby that goes: “Batte batte le manini questa sera viene papa. Porte le caramelle, tutto ________ le mangerà” (the space is where my name would go) this very roughly translates to “clap clap your hands this evening dad will come. He brings the candy all for _________ to eat” Sounds really strange, I know but he mostly only sang the first part just to try and get me to clap my hands. I feel like Pidge’s dad could have sang this to her a lot and because of his disappearance, the memory has turned bittersweet to Pidge. Especially because of how the lyrics are about the excitement of a father coming home and we have no idea if Samuel Holt is ever coming home…

If you read this, thank you thank you thank you!!! There definitely can be a part two but I know there’s a lot here already. I’m just happy I can finally contribute something to the Voltron fandom!!

Imagine you and Chris answering 73 questions from Vogue.

A/N: Oops, I kind of went a little off the rails with this piece. The word count’s like 2.7K? It’s super fluffy, but it’s also slightly more personalized because I was addressing @alxpxe interracial couple request, as well as @dxbrevgrey’s request. Hope y'all enjoy this! (P.S - Thanks for answering my “where are you from?” question! I really, really appreciate it.)

Chris looked up from his newspaper when he saw you enter the kitchen from the corner of his eye. You were too busy responding to the text from Joe Sabina- Vogue’s 73 Question interviewer- to notice your husband was smiling at you with great adoration. He’d noticed in the past few months that you’d been looking particularly beautiful, like there was a glow about you. He figured he was just being a biased, wide-eyed husband, but he was right- there was something different about you that you were yet to share with him.

“Don’t you look beautiful,” he teased and you turned to him.

“Thank you, baby,” you walked over to peck his cheek and his smile widened as he looped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Joe’s like five minutes away, that’s why I’m all dressed up.” You told him, draping your arm around his neck.

“Nope,” he shook his head and your eyes narrowed in confusion. “You always look beautiful, whether or not you dress up and make up.” He explained and you chuckled, kissing the top of his head. “So today’s the day, huh?” He asked as he released you to return to his eggs.

“Mm hm,” you pulled your arm off him to go make yourself a cup of green tea. “I know I was hesitant to do it at first, but now I’m actually excited. It really is an honor to be a part of the series,” you said and Chris nodded in agreement.

You had been asked a couple week ago to be a part of the prestigious 73 Questions interview; you didn’t really know if it was prestigious, all you knew was that many of those that had been a part of it were either talented friends of yours or people you admired greatly. Joe had called your publicist to set up the interview, and since then you’d emailed with him back and forth to plan the transcript as well as had a two hour lunch to finalize it. It took a while to refine what was going to be asked and answered, but you were finally ready to shoot the episode.

“It is, and I’m glad I managed to convince you to do it. Our fans would’ve killed you if you’d declined,” he joked. “There are a lot of people who want to hear you answer seventy-three personal questions as well as walk through our home.” He said then laughed when you did. “Anyway-” he shoveled the rest of his eggs into his mouth and murmured with it full, “do you want Dodger and I to make ourselves scarce?”

“Definitely not,” you quickly said because you’d something planned for the end of the interview that you needed Chris around for. “I think our fans would kill you if you and Dodger didn’t show face in the interview. You do realize that we have more fans as a couple than as individuals, right?” He laughed at that even though he knew it was true; when you got married, all your fans clumped into one large supportive group. “Joe and I worked you into the transcript anyway, so you’re not going anywhere,” you looped an arm around his neck and mumbled into his hair, “mister.”

“I’m happy to stay,” he tipped his head to kiss your jawline, “missus.” The doorbell rang and you pulled away from Chris as he said, “there’s Joe. And-” Dodger barreled in from the backyard and headed for the front door. “There’s Dodger,” he said and you both laughed. “Wait till I grab him to open the door, I don’t think we need another head to the nuts incident.”

“No we don’t,” you chuckled and started towards the front door with Chris following behind you. “They’ve already started filming, by the way. So as soon as we open the door, the interview’s in movement. You ready?” You asked, glancing over your shoulder at Chris; he nodded and grabbed Dodger’s collar while you opened the door for Joe.

“Good morning, guys.” Joe smiled behind his handheld camera.

“Hey Joe,” you and Chris both greeted him, smiling.

“Who do we have here?” Joe moved the camera to show Dodger. “This must be the famous Dodger, I’m very thankful you’re holding him back because I don’t think I can take a hit to the nuts so early in the morning.” You all laughed at that. “So shall we begin the interview?”

“Sure,” you both stepped to the side to welcome Joe inside. “If you don’t mind taking your shoes off, that’d be great.” You told him and he directed his camera at both yours and Chris’ socked feet. You’d already discussed it in the transcript, that your shoeless house would be one of his seventy-three questions.

“No problem,” he nodded and started to take off his shoes as he asked his first question. “You come from an Asian family and you’re a bit of a clean freak.” Chris snickered because a bit was an understatement; he couldn’t even sit on the bed without having a shower first. “So this is a habit for you.” You nodded, nudging Chris as you tried not to laugh. “Do you take off your shoes at every house you visit?”

“Most houses,” you nodded.

“All houses,” Chris interjected. “She does it at every house she visits, unless the floors seem dirty or the host insists she keeps them on.” You shot him a dirty look as you tried not to laugh; he’d successfully made you sound like a snob as well as offend the hosts of the houses you’d visited before without taking off yours shoes. “But she’s pretty cute about it, so it’s fine.”

Joe chuckled then used his camera to get a view of the front of your house. “I like the vibe the two of you’ve got going on here, it’s very zen and peaceful.” You looked over at Chris, smiling. “Did you do the interior yourself?” He asked, directing the camera back at you and Chris.

“Chris did,” you pointed at your husband. “We talked about redecorating after the honeymoon, but that was like- what?” You glanced at Chris, both of you chuckling. “Four years ago? We’ve been fairly preoccupied.” Chris nodded. “But honestly, our styles are fairly similar. I didn’t feel a dire need to change things up, I kind of just allowed my things to blend with his.”

“Do you think this is the house you’ll raise your kids in?”

“No,” you and Chris both said simultaneously. “Um-” You glanced at him and you both laughed. “Definitely not,” you continued. “We both love LA and it is where we have to be most of the time because of our jobs, but eventually we’d like to move back to Chris’ hometown.”

“Why not your hometown?”

“That’s a bit tricky considering I’m from two places,” you chuckled, referring to the two countries you called home; Singapore was where you were born, and Australia was where you were raised. “It’s just easier for us if we live in The States because of our jobs, and I’m so used to life here now that I can’t see myself going back to either places. We do go on holidays quite often, but that’s about it.”

“For the record,” Chris spoke up. “I love both countries my girl’s from. Their cultures are vastly different from each other, and mine, but I find it incredibly interesting. It’s always nice to immerse myself in her holidays, especially Chinese New Year. We’ve been back to Singapore a couple of times for it and it’s just awesome. There is so much food, like- ridiculous amounts. Imagine Thanksgiving, but more food and more than one day.”

“Chris has a lot of trouble when we go back for Chinese New Year, especially when we have a Marvel movie coming up because he wants to eat everything but he can’t.” Chris nodded with pursed lips and you laughed, looping your arm with his. “Shall we move on to the rest of the house?”

“Yes, please.”

Joe followed you and Chris as you led him through the rest of your house, answering quick fire questions that told the fans more about you, and Chris, and your life as a married couple. Dodger sprinted off the moment Chris released his collar, but not without getting a pat or two from Joe first. You toured the kitchen where Joe asked you and Chris questions twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, and twenty-three.

“Who does the cooking?”

“Both of us, but we usually take responsibility for a certain meal,” you answered. “Like Chris always does breakfasts because he’s an early riser. I’m more lunch and dinner, though we’re never really home during lunch time.”

“What’s your favorite cuisine?”

“Italian,” you answered then looked over at Chris.

“I just like yummy food,” he answered with a soft chuckle.

“Your family owned a restaurant when you were younger and you were in charge of desserts,” Joe stated and you nodded. “What’s your favorite dessert item to make?” He asked you then asked Chris, “and what’s your favorite dessert item to eat?”

“Anything with chocolate,” you said when Joe’s camera was on you.

“Favorite dessert item to eat, like- that Y/N makes?” Chris quizzed when Joe’s camera was on him; Joe nodded. “Oh wow, that’s a tough question. Honestly- before I met Y/N, I was not a dessert guy at all. I ate a lot of jellybeans and ice-cream, but that was about it. But God, she’s converted me. I can’t go a meal without dessert now,” he laughed and you smiled. “But my favorite thing? It’s probably her chocolate chip cookies, they just give me such a homey feeling.”

“Can I try one?” Joe asked, directing his camera at the cookie jar sitting on your kitchen bench top. You nodded and took one out of the jar and passed it to him. “Oh wow,” he said after taking a bite. “This is possibly the best chocolate chip cookie I’ve ever tasted, this is delicious.”

“Now you know why I have to work out all the time,” Chris joked.

With those questions answered, you all moved back into the living room. Joe questioned the both of you on the awards you’d received that were displayed on the fireplace mantel, as well as the photographs hanging on your walls. The photographs- the one of you and Chris on set meeting for the first time, and then one from your wedding- were the cues to move onto Joe’s questions onto your Marvel career as well as your relationship with Chris, which you’d thoroughly discussed with Chris before agreeing to answer.

“What is your most memorable moment on a Marvel set?”

“Meeting my husband,” you didn’t even have to think twice.

“And what is it like being married to Captain America?”

“Patriotic,” you joked. Beside you, Chris laughed softly with a shake of his head. “No, it’s wonderful. Chris is the perfect man,” you smiled as you slipped your hand into Chris’; he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “And he’s also lot more than Captain America.”

“Did you know when you first met Chris that he was going to be the one you’d marry?”

“She definitely knew,” Chris answered before you could; his tone was smug and he had a smirk on his face that made you laugh. “But to be fair,” he chuckled, “I did tell her I was going to marry her numerous times.” You laughed harder, nodding in agreement. “I’m just lucky she didn’t run.”

“So it was love at first sight then?”

“For me it was,” Chris nodded, smiling at you.

“Me too,” you said after smiling at him. “I mean- what’s not to love?”

“Best memory as a couple?”

“Our first Christmas together,” you both said at the same time then chuckled when you caught each other’s gaze. “I was in London for a job and Chris was on break back in Boston, so we didn’t think we’d see each other. But um-” you smiled, “he left his family and flew out to London to surprise me and we had a great Christmas together. It was very sweet, I was in tears when I saw him at my hotel door.”

“Is that the nicest thing Chris has ever done for you?”

“It’s up there,” you nodded. “But the thing is, he’s such a sweet and romantic guy that I couldn’t possibly highlight one thing or event. He’s done a lot for me over the course of our relationship, all of it seems as nice as the one before. I can’t choose,” you shook your head, “no way.”

“And what’s the nicest thing Y/N has done for you?”

“I think marrying me?” Chris said then smiled when he heard you chuckle.

“If you were to pick an animal for your partner, what animal would it be?”

“Chris is most definitely a puppy,” you laughed. “He’s always up and at it, he’s always so bubbly and happy- he’s adorable and lovely and kind and just- a down to earth, good guy. He’s the human version of Dodger, it’s no wonder they found each other.”

“Aw,” Chris cooed, pulling his hand out of yours to wrap his arm around you. “Well, Y/N is a cat. Intelligent, sassy, independent, and also very mysterious. You think you’ve got her figured out, but you don’t and you won’t until you show that you’re invested in her. Once she knows you’re here to stay, she’ll cozy up to you and she’ll love you till the end of time.”

“And you said you’re not a cat person,” you teased him.

“I guess you’re my exception, aren’t you?” He winked and you chuckled.

Joe mouthed “seventy-three” and you knew it was his cue to wrap up the interview. You tapped Chris’ leg and you all got onto your feet, walking Joe towards the front door. “Well, it’s been lovely being in your house and talking to the both of you. I believe we’re up to the last question, so here it is.” Joe shared a knowing smile with you, whereas Chris was completely oblivious. “Is it a boy or a girl?” He quizzed and you bit back your smile, slipping your hand into Chris’.

“What do you mean?” Chris’ eyes narrowed in confusion, then he turned to you when Joe beckoned his head at you. You smiled and realization swept over Chris’ face. “Are we-” He cut himself off when he saw you nod, and his smile reached his eyes. “No!” He pulled his hand out of yours and covered his mouth. “We’re pregnant?!”

“I can’t answer that because that’d be seventy-four questions, so I’ll answer Joe’s.” You said and Chris’ eyes glistened with tears of joy as he waited to hear if he was going to be a dad to a handsome baby boy or a beautiful baby girl. “It’s a boy.”

“Yes!” He cheered and hugged you, lifting you off the ground. You laughed and wrapped your arms around him, smiling at Joe who was letting himself out after nodding at you gratefully. “I’m going to be a dad, I’m going to be a dad!”

“Yes you are,” you cupped Chris’ face in your hands when he put you down onto your feet and released you. “And you’re going to be the best dad in the whole wide world.” He smiled and cupped your face in his hands, pulling you towards him to press a kiss on your forehead.

“I was wrong, you know.”

“About what?” You quizzed, looking up to meet Chris’ gaze.

“About the nicest thing you’ve done for me,” he answered and you smiled because you knew what he was going to say next. “Because this is it. You’ve helped me check off everything on my life plan. I got to work with my celebrity crush, I got to marry the love of my life, and now I’m having a child with my soul mate. That’s it, I have everything and I don’t think I can ask for anything more.” Your heart swelled when you saw his blue eyes glistened. “Well-” he chuckled and leaned in, “maybe just a kiss?”

“You got it,” you smiled.

“I love you,” he breathed when his lips were inches from yours.

“I love you more,” you said then met his soft lips.

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Disney Songs in their Cultural Languages - MasterPost

*Placed in two categories due to the internet being unable to agree on anything

French
Hunchback of Notre Dame
A Guy Like You
The Bells of Notre Dome 
God Help the Outcasts 
Hellfire
Out There 
Beauty and the Beast
Something There 
Be Our Guest 
Belle 
Beauty and the Beast
Gaston 
Cinderella*
The Work Song 
Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo 
So This is Love 
Oh, Sing Sweet Nightingale 
A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes 

German
Snow White
I’m Wishing/One Song 
A Smile and a Song 
Heigh-Ho 
Whistle While You Work 
Tangled
Mother Knows Best 
I see the Light 
When Will My Life Begin 
I’ve Got a Dream 
Cinderella*
The Work Song 
Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo 
Oh, Sing Sweet Nightingale 
So This is Love 
A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes 
Sleeping Beauty*
I Wonder 
Once Upon a Dream

Danish
The Little Mermaid
Kiss the Girl 
Under the Sea 
Poor Unfortunate Souls 
Part of Your World 
Frozen
Love is an Open Door 
Fixer Upper 
For the First Time in Forever 
Do You Wanna Build a Snowman 
Let it Go 

Greek - Hercules (sorry I couldn’t find Ancient Greek ;)
One Last Hope 
Zero to Hero
Go The Distance
The Gospel Truth 
I Won’t Say (I’m in Love) 

Italian
Pinocchio
I’ve Got No Strings 
Give a Little Whistle 
When You Wish Upon a Star 
Sleeping Beauty*
I Wonder 
Once Upon a Dream 

Mandarin - Mulan
A Girl Worth Fighting For 
Bring Honor to Us All 
I’ll Make a Man Out of You 
Reflection  

Arabic - Aladdin
Friend Like Me 
One Jump Ahead 
Prince Ali 
A Whole New World 
Arabian Nights 

Hindi - The Jungle Book
Bare Necessities

Zulu - The Lion King
Hakuna Matata 
Circle of Life 
I Just Can’t Wait to be King 
Can You Feel the Love Tonight 

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art history meme • [1/9] paintings: francesco hayez - il bacio (the kiss)

In 1859, while the Second Italian War of Independence was being fought, Hayez painted Il Bacio. Surely his most famous creation, the painting enjoyed a wide and earned popularity right from the beginning. The sweet and furtive kiss that the two youngsters in medieval clothes share was immediately interpreted as the goodbye of a plotter, or a war volunteer, to his lover. 

This interpretation was supported by the fact that the young man’s face is almost completely hidden, that his left foot is on one of the steps- as if he were about to run away-, that his knife is pushing on the girl’s hip, and that it seems like someone is watching them (their shadow has been projected against the wall on the left).

The two lovers stand out against the plain background of squared rocks. The young girl is completely immersed in the hug. Her lithe figure seems to be cut between the man’s red tights and his brown mantle, and it is enhanced by the shimmering effects of her pale blue dress.