I don’t remember being too uncomfortable in the Stan suit last year, so hopefully we’ll be okay. I think we’re all planning casual/beach episode versions of our outfits too. It’s tough though, because the beard and the arm are probably gonna have to stay on even if some other layers come off.
If I stop posting after Denver assume I drowned in my own sweat.
I was at a family reunion this weekend, at a church in the middle of nowhere, and I defeated my cousin Rose to take over the Pokémon gym at the graveyard and now I’m a little concerned that my Rhydon is gonna live there forever.
I know everyone’s always talking about Bucky having a mass freak out when he finds out all the dumb shit Steve’s been doing while he was gone but at the same time I feel like the next time Steve jumps out of a plane with no parachute every single other avenger is gonna freak out while Bucky’s just standing there like
There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely winding road at twilight. In time, the brothers reached a river too treacherous to pass, but being learned in the magical arts, the three brothers simply waved their wands and made a bridge. Before they could cross, however, they found their path blocked by a hooded figure. It was Death, and he felt cheated. Cheated because travelers would normally drown in the river, but Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers on their magic and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him.
Once you get rid of the line between magic and mundane, coming up with ideas is much less of a challenge. There is no “normal” you and “witchy” you. It’s all a conglomerate that creates the way you experience life as a whole.
“i realized that there’s a lot more to me than i’m usually ready to acknowledge, both good and bad. in that realization, i noticed a common thread. we are who we are, even when we try our hardest not to be. it’s a challenge to accept it sometimes. so i gave those other sides of me a persona, and a name – then the stories came like a flood.”