opens door

So I just had a dream I was with Joji and 88Rising and a few other people and they had this really high up meeting with some singer/model and he was doing dumb shit like sliding on his knees up the hall while we were waiting but then security said it was almost time and he was gonna try and talk with her first but him and some other girl were fighting over it so security was gonna throw them out and I was like wait don’t do that, it’s my fault, I have daddy issues (??????) so they gave me a weird look and let them stay. So we all lined up across from each other all officially in front of the door and I was next to Joji and when it opened the girl came out and she looked gorgeous like a geisha and Joji went straight for her hand to talk to her and she takes it but then looks straight at me and says “was this really the best time to have daddy issues?” and I was horrified but then she laughed and walked off with me and we joked about it and talked about shit and that’s how I out pussy mastered Joji and got the model girlfriend

Okay I just had this really awful idea that maybe in the midst of battle, Peter just trucks into Tony and like, Tony thought it was a hug? and since they’re fighting he’s like, “not now kid were in the middle of something”
But all Peter says is “its not a hug-” before breaking off and thats when Tony realizes the kid made himself into a human shield to stop Thanos’ shot at Tony

Miner's Day || MacAvoy, Wooler, et All

It’s the early morning sunlight that first awakes Brie, pushing at her eyelids and dragging her from the depths of dreamland. She groans, rolling to her right side, pulling the comforter over her face, hoping to find herself back in dreamland. Her dreams have been interesting of late, featuring a mysterious but playful reptilian man who looks an awful lot like Joseph in the structure of basic features but is amorous in his attention. Very amorous to the point she has found herself waking flush and wanting.

Not that she’ll ever admit that to another living soul.

What she will admit to herself though is that the dreams and answering that wanting by her own hands in the hazy layers of sleep will hopefully keep her from making an ass of herself with her new friend. She’s more grounded, more focused, and less likely to jump him when they’re around each other – or so she hopes. Today will be the day she finds out if her theory has merit in truth as they’ll be spending the day together; or at least part of it; with the Miner’s Day Festival. She’s just on the verge of falling back to sleep when her alarm goes off, pulling her fully from the dregs of sleep.

Flopping onto her back, she stares at the ceiling for long minutes, watching the shadows dance and play with each other. She should be getting ready, it’s going to be a long day with the Festival, but she hates mornings and the thought of having to pull herself free of her nest fills her with disappointment. There’s a new book she’s received that she wants to read and with her bed so warm and comfortable and her body so relaxed, it’s like a recipe for the perfect lazy morning. Except she’s wrangled Jefferson Buchanan into helping her move stuff to the table she’d reserved in the market and she’s made plans to setup next to Joseph.

That has her pulling herself from bed and stumbling into the shower. She leaves the water cool hoping that the cold will jostle her awake enough to groom herself and as she scrubs with the special eucalypts mint shampoo and shower gel she has, it does. By the time she’s dried off and tamed her hair into a sleek, high ponytail, she feels more human. It takes her no time to pull on the white knit stockings she had set out the night before as well as the navy sundress with white flowers on it. For comfort, she slips on a pair of navy flats, knowing her feet will kill her if she wears the matching heels, and completes the ensemble with a navy cardigan.

She manages to get the boxes into the little wagon she has, tossing in some bottles of water and the cooler filled with chicken salad sandwiches, pickles, and some chips she’d made the night before for a lunch she hopes to share with Joseph. Picking up the camp chairs she found in a back storage closet, she tosses them on top, checks that she has her latest craft project, and heads out. There are a number of people out and she greets all of them with a hello and a smile. She may not know all their names, but that doesn’t mean she can’t be polite.

Reaching the town square where the festival market will be, she finds it full of vendors and groups setting up. Weaving her way through the crowds, she finds two tables towards the back, claiming one for herself and one for Joseph and the church. While she’ll wait for Jefferson to arrive to help with the heavy boxes, she quickly and efficiently assembles the chairs; one for her and one for Joseph; before pulling the topmost box free. Inside are a number of afghans; ranging in size from baby to adult; as well as prayer shawls she had made at some point and stuffed away. They’ll make the perfect addition to the large bag of items she had given Joseph the day before and she’s pleased that she found them. Hopefully he’ll like them too.

She sets that box on his table before turning back to hers. As she waits for one of the men, she sets about arranging yarn, needles and hooks, as well as the various other needlecraft items she had lying around in storage on one side. She’s not really planning on selling much but it never hurts to try. The yarn she piles in weaved baskets, sorting them by weights for people to look through as well as all the other items. There’s not a ton of space and she wants to maximize what she has.

With that finished, she sits and waits, wondering who will be the first to arrive.

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okay but i love hunk and pidge because their dynamic is literally

pidge: (accidentally closes kitchen cabinet door a little too roughly)
*muffled sound of glasses crashing*
pidge: ……you hear that sound, hunk?
hunk: yeah?
pidge: that’s the sound of somebody else’s problem

1x11 “Scarecrow”
Standing Tall