Anakin’s Force Ghost: [watching very loud TV] Obi-Wan’s Force Ghost: [sitting next to him, wearing glasses and reading a book called Coming to Terms With Your Traumatic Life] Luke: [staring at them, annoyed] You know, eventually one of us is going to have to go talk to him. Anakin: [still watching TV, disinterested] …talk to who, son? Luke: …Ben, dad. Obi-Wan: [smiling] Why, I’m right here, Luke. And you can talk to me any time. Luke: You know who I’m talking about, Obi-Wan. Knock it off. Anakin: …don’t sass your Obi-Wan like that, Luke. Luke: [shutting off the TV] GUYS. BEN. DARK SIDE. LITTLE HELP HERE. Are you seriously just going to sit here and watch soap operas while the universe goes to hell again?! One of us has to try and talk some sense into him! I think it should be one of you. Anakin: [immediately] Not it. [looks at Obi-Wan] Obi-Wan: Ohhhh, no. I’ve put in my time trying to make people in this family see reason. I’m not helping that brat. It’s bad enough Leia gave him my name. Anakin: …there you go! He’s Ben, you’re Ben….you’re his, uh, Great Uncle? Just give him that face you always used to give me when I did something stupid. Obi-Wan: [makes a face] Anakin: That’s the one! There. See? You already know what to do. You’ve got this. Obi-Wan: [defeated sigh]
This initially started out as just Pining!Keith stuff, but then it turned into Modern!HighSchool!AU stuff where Keith has basically gone an entire week trying to write a letter for Lance, and, in that time, Lance has managed to basically tag an entire wall with his desperate heartfelt pleas to ask Keith to prom.
Needless to say, it’s cliche and tacky and adorable
Yeah, there's a lot of things Fury doesn't tell you.
Oh, like his alternative eyepatch collection; the location of the secret fancy bathrooms; his alcoholic butterbeer recipe; that stuff about S.H.I.E.L.D. being taken over by HYDRA; where the missing socks really end up...
Yeah, they do. Bron/Vex has been my ship about as long as I’ve been playing Skyrim. Skaila/Marcurio is a bit more recent discovery, but it’s pretty much set in stone by not - I’m in too deep to get out anymore… :’D
*drops a test tube* There's a movie about bees?
*excitedly rushes to the sofa* Go on, then. And we've been watching those princess ones.
*rolls his eyes*
*baby Holmes' bedroom*
*tucking in her son* So, did you enjoy the bee movie?
*confused* Oh. Then, why did you want to watch it with your dad?
*opens the door; speaking rapidly* A colony of bees can contain between twenty thousand to sixty thousand bees, but only the one queen bee. Superior. A bee’s wings beat one hundred and ninety times a second, which equals eleven thousand four hundred times a minute! *points* Hamish, honey is good for you. It's the only food to contain pinocembrin that is an antioxidant that improves brain function. Eat some. I've estimated that it would take one thousand one hundred bee stings to produce enough venom to be fatal *gestures* Molly, remember the White case? Widow claimed it was an accident. There are nine hundred cells in a bee’s brain, nine hundred more than can be found in Philip Anderson *approaches and ruffles his son's hair* Goodnight, son *kisses his forehead* Molly, in the bedroom when you're ready *leaves quickly*