[On seeing himself as Captain America for the first time]:Terrifying. I think the first time I saw it was back when I was still pretty insecure and a little apprehensive about taking the role. So it was a real dichotomy. There was simultaneous joy, but at the same time, a deep fear. That’s eroded over time, and now it’s very familiar. It feels very comfortable. It feels great now, and damn, if I had said no, I would have been the biggest fool on the planet.
Hahaha AND YOU THOUGHT I WAS DONE. So did I. But I couldn’t finish the actual Valentine’s Day Victuuri post in time so I gave you a substitute. Had this one floating around in my head for a week, but it didn’t fit any of the themes (and I really wanted to do the hat one) so I decided to draw this real quick for Valentine’s Day before it’s over. Even though it technically has nothing to do with Valentine’s Day. But it’s Victuuri and it’s on Valentine’s Day AND IN MY HEAD THAT’S WHAT COUNTS? Will post the -actual- thing tomorrow!
It’s dumb. It’s incredibly dumb and completely unfounded and totally unreasonable and he definitely, most assuredly, one hundred and ten million percent should not be thinking it because there’s no way, no reasoning, no evidence, and no defense for the absolute garbage his brain is coming up with.
He’s still thinking it.
The problem was… Nursey was all types of beautiful. Every type of beautiful, if Chris was being honest with himself here, as he idly flipped through his texts for class. He glanced up at Nursey where he sat across from him at their spot in the library, intently taking notes by hand from where he’d typed them up on his laptop. His brow creased a little and he crossed a few things out, then tapped delicately at his lip, and Chris found himself getting the soft butterflies that still hadn’t stopped fluttering despite the fact that they were months into their relationship.
You know what, Booth and Brennan will always be my #1 otp because they gave me so much as a couple. I mean, I’m not talking about sex or smut because that’s fanfiction material (like you go girl, want to see your fave ship bang on a piano? go and read that !!!! that’s what that website is for) but everything else. The ‘platonic’ aspect of their relationship has always been the best part of their dynamic to me, but they were still able to overcome that phase and be a family. This being said, that original dynamic has never been compromized, not to me at least, because when it comes to the important stuff, Booth and Brennan are still partners first, they are still the people they would give up their life for, they would fight for each other. While the majority of other ships kinda change once they get together. Booth and Brennan never completely changed, so much that people complain because they’d rather have them being romantic the 100% of the time. I don’t. Also, it’s the little things that matter to me, like it might sound stupid, but I find it extremely adorable and precious that Brennan knows Booth by knowing his injuries. Every time something happens, she’s able to compare factures and other stuff to Booth’s. And that’s so IC, that’s something I really want to see because it’s them. And it’s been this way since she first found out about his past in 1x15 and it never changed. She imagined him on that autopsy table in 11x01 by looking at the bones, just like it happened on 12x04 with Aldo and in other many occasions. Brennan saying like I know that because of your brain tumor. She knows his brain scans. YAAAS. Give me this stuff. Give me Booth and Brennan that can’t sleep without each other at night when one of them is struggling with something, give me them talking about taking someone’s life and carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. Give me them hurting each other to save each other. They would never cheat on each other or hurt each other because they want to. They only do it because it’s the only way. Yaas. Screw sex, just give me this stuff.
Since watching @midnight all I can think of is Mamrie and the cat massaging lady, and how funny it would be if she recreated the video on Mametown Monday, but instead of cat massaging do dog massaging with Beanz
He could be pretty. The prettiest thing Chris had ever seen, when they woke up together and Nursey was sleep tousled, soft around the edges– he would blink himself awake, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and then gaze up at him with inky-black lashes and hazy green eyes.
He was only in bandages, socks, and thin black underwear, but God, if the slow rise and fall of his chest and the soft flutter of lashes to open up to those pretty green eyes wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’d ever witnessed, then Nurse– Derek– rasping “Will?” most certainly had to be.