jonas!vision

anonymous asked:

Weird thought: Shmi and her desert light saber. I feel like when fighting, Jedi always end up shoving their light saber at the floor. What if when a lightsaber touches sand, it becomes glass, like with lightning? So when you have these Jedi fighting and fucking shit up you have kids onsite later because OMG LOOK AT THE PRETTY LIGHTSABER GLASS (possibly stained with a dead Jedi's blood where the sand soles up said blood but wE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT

Shmi would make the PRETTIEST blood-glass, at least. Or she would melt up a bunch of it “accidentally” and then SMASH HER OPPONENT’S FACE INTO IT, whichever. >> 

« You’d think they’re siblings, sometimes more than Nick and I. They pick on each other, they play games… Demi’s a great listener, and she keeps Nick smiling — she’ll always make a serious situation laughable. So, they’ve found great support with one another and they lean on each other creatively. Nick’s evolved so much as a writer. Demi’s voice is stronger than ever. It’s difficult to take a backseat and say, “Let’s work together and figure out something great.” I commend them both for that.»   - Joe (2016)

« Oh man. One thing about my brother that drives me crazy is he’s very competitive. I love golf, but I had to take a break from playing with him because it would get to be too much. Then I play with friends and they’re just messing around, drinking beers, and I’m like, “Okay, I’m not crazy.” So, sometimes he doesn’t know how to [chill], but now that I don’t get to see him as often, I don’t mind it as much. »

FAMILY - AVENGERS FLUFF

Originally posted by ageofimagines

What’s up people! Another fluffy imagine… Daily life of the Avengers = goals! Just to remember you that the requests are open, so submit anything anytime, love you guys M xxx CREDITS TO THE OWNER OF THE GIF 

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Summary: A normal day in the life of the Avengers.

Number of words: 923

Warnings: Cursing, Alcohol, MAJOR fluff

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You woke up, feeling drowsy and tired. You shouldn’t have drink so much. Even though you wanted to resist to the alcohol’s attraction, Bucky and Sam forced you to take several shots of tequila, and the Natasha wanted to play a drunken version of Never Have I Ever, resulting of you being shit-faced drunk and laughing your ass off. You learned that Pietro already went outside naked like a newborn and that Nat had sex in public with “a random guy, just for a mission”.

Turning around in your soft sheets, you massaged your temples and insulted silently the guy who invented tequila.  After a few minutes of not-so innocent curses, you got out of bed and put some shorts on ever though, let’s be real, no pants are the best pants. You tied your Y/H/C hair in a ponytail and got out of your bedroom, remembering when you moved in the Avengers tower in New York.  

You didn’t have a physical power, more of a psychic one. You could get out of any situation because your mind gave you all kinds of solutions. It was quite helpful for battles, because with you, everybody could get what they came for and get out of the fight without any major wounds. Also, you had an empathy link, so you could feel anybody’s emotions. Again, very useful to manipulate your enemies. Tony Stark found you almost a year ago, alone in a small town in Canada, and sent a Quinjet to come and get you. All through the flight, he showed you the files of the Avengers, one by one. From this first impression, Thor was your favorite, because he was powerful, but also humble (plus his hair was fantastic). After a long ride, you arrived in New York, right on the tower. Your eyes moved until you saw the skyline, with so many glass skyscrapers and the Hudson river glistening because of the lights by the water. Immediately, you fell in love with the city and its charm, silently promising yourself to never move out its boundaries.

“Pretty, hun? Steve had the reaction when he saw it too. I think you’re gonna like him, Y/N.  Your room is right next to Wanda and in front of you is Bucky.” He murmured, entering the large penthouse by the sliding doors. “I’ll call Nat to show you around, she’s probably still awake.”

“What? Is it really that late?” you asked, admiring the luxurious kitchen and the comfortable-looking suede couch, along with the grey ceramic on the floor and the wooden walls, adding a comforting feeling to the huge apartment.

“It is… 3:30 in the morning.” Tony said, glaring at his watch. Then, he got his phone out, called the Russian gal and explaining briefly the situation.

A few moments later, Romanoff appeared out of the right hallway, wearing a pair of black leggings and an old oversized tee-shirt. She was feeling calm and relaxed, even though she was really happy and excited to have a new girl Avenger in the building. You liked her immediately, with her sarcastic sense of humor and her charming looks.

“Hello Y/N, I’m really happy to meet you. Iron Man here never stopped talking about you since he knew you were alive,” she said, nudging Stark’s side.

“Well, after this very embarrassing moment, I will go to bed. Y/N, tomorrow, I will show you the new plan for the attack. Goodnight, ladies.” Tony whispered, leaving the common area, turning left before disappearing in the hallway.

“I feel like we’re gonna have a lot of fun together, Y/N” Natasha said, hugging you tightly and smiling like a child.

“Ah, good times,” you thought while making your way to the kitchen. Soon after, you arrived at your destination, looking at all the Avengers present. Steve, Bucky and Sam were sleeping on the couch, snoring lightly, Clint, Tony, Thor and Bruce were all looking fine, eating their breakfast on the glass dining room table. Natasha was looking like a truck just rolled on her; puffy eyes, disheveled hair and a tall mug of coffee in her hands.

“Rough night, hun, Y/N?” Tony asked, a toast in his hand, newspaper by his side.

“Fuck you, Tony.” You responded, hugging Nat and getting a big mug of coffee for yourself.

“What the fuck was my idea to play Never Have I Ever with tequila, first, and with you?” Black Widow asked, her head in her hands.

“Ah, young people. I don’t miss my young days,” Tony laughed.

You rolled your eyes, walking to the couch with the mug in your hands. You bent to kiss Bucky on the forehead and move the hair on his forehead, shook Steve’s muscular arm and passed your hand on Sam’s hair. A few moments later, they all opened their eye, squinting at the light.

“Good morning, boys. There is coffee on the table and toasts, too,” you chirped.

“Thanks mom,” Bucky said turning around and taking a sip of the fuming liquid.

Wanda and Vision came out of their room, taking food and going back, giggling and smiling.

“Where is Pietro?” you asked, playing in Nat’s hair, soothing her headache.

“He went jogging, Lady Y/N,” Thor responded.

“Oh and Y/N? Tony and I wanted to see you in the lab later to run some tests,” Bruce told you.

You laughed and looked at them. Your family. The people that supported you when you were down, helped you have fun and get better with time.

“I love you guys.”