someone asked me to make it an image

anonymous asked:

Jake falling asleep anywhere just brought me the mental image of Jake falling asleep standing up (try to come up for a reason for this I can't) and he just starts falling over and rich just BOLTS to catch him and to make sure he ends up somewhere nice and soft so he can sleep in peace

this just reminded me of a tree just falling down and someone catching it AND I KNOW thats not the case but its similar because jake is a giant boy

the year is 2030

a standup comedian goes up onto the stage of a packed venue, he is holding a small binder

once he reaches the microphone, he clears his throat and says

“that feel when you’re a student athlete and someone asks what your favorite bible verse is”

he opens the binder to the first page and takes a printed out image of a mature teenage boy, about highschool age, smiling intensely with an extremely bright lens flare coming off of both of his eye, and holds it up for everyone to see

the audience howls with laughter

cameras from around the stage zoom in on the piece of paper and a 30 foot screen behind the comedian lights up with the very same image

the man on stage is not happy. the audience could see it in his eyes if they just looked. he wishes to be anywhere else but where he is. but he knows this is his calling. he cannot apply himself to practically benefit humanity, and so he must fill the need that this niche audience demands.

later that night, he cries as he browses stock image websites for pictures to use in his next performance


some quick recolors with the new palettes i made here! these are just for fun & i didnt spend a lot of time on them but i hope someone likes them anyway

my goal was to make the colors less eye-hurting but still fairly vivid/interesting! not sure if i achieved that but yea, here they are anyway!

im tagging the blog that first inspired me to make my own su critical sideblog in the hopes that maybe theyll enjoy these ! ;;;; @disappointedgreg

Lana Del Rey Interviewed By Paris Match, May 17, 2017.

Lana Del Rey lounges on the divan.

She hasn’t left her false eyelashes, but she has gotten rid of her sadness. After two years of absence, the diva of “sad pop” comes back with “Lust for Life” her fifth album which comes out July 21st and “Love” her single, which has already passed 50 million views on YouTube. Same hypnotic voice, same poetic universe for a woman who now has a certain taste for happiness. Since her debut in 2012, on the internet, with Born to Die which made her one of the biggest stars in music, Lana tells us in mind-blowing songs and beautiful music videos of her fragile life as a young girl haunted by death and failure. Today, she says that she has overcome these demons and her toxic relationships. Single, maybe, but a little more light-hearted.

For her, it’s already history. At 17 years old, Elizabeth Woolridge Grant wrote her own songs and made her own music videos: “I took a lot of photos. Then I started to record myself, to use my image.” After seven hellish years of singing in Brooklyn bars, her music video “Video Games,” posted in 2011 and has since been viewed 155 million times, which thrusted the young American into an unforeseen notoriety. She evolved into Lana Del Rey, Lolita 2.0, fan of the sixties who over the course of her songs tells a sometimes indecent and provocative story but always sensual. “I am connected to the future and the past at the same time… That’s why I have few friends…” Today, she sings “I’m young and in love”. But confides that she has found happiness… since she is no longer dating. “I’ve never been lucky in choosing boyfriends”.

She always loved putting on a show: “As a child, I loved making my life a work of art.”
“My passion for beautiful films might explain my aesthetic,” says the woman who would have loved living in the Flower Power of the hippy years.
“Kids. Friends, all that’s a bonus. My dream is simply to be happy.”

From our colleague in Los Angeles Karelle Fitoussi.

Paris Match: We knew you as somber and melancholic, singing your stories about tormented love. You’ve come back with two songs that exude a lack of worry. What happened?

Lana Del Rey: I haven’t been dating for a year and a half. Apparently, that has done me a lot of good. [She laughs] I learned how to say no and to listen to the little voice in my head that tells me to do one thing or another.

Paris Match: You have “Trust no one” tattooed on your hand… Have you often been betrayed?

Lana Del Rey: Yes. I’ve never been good at choosing friends. But now it’s better, I know how to go about it. I’ve learned one thing, and that’s that people show you really quickly who they really are. You have to listen to them, and pay attention to the signs. In the past, I’ve had lovers who’ve told me strange things, things I should have found unacceptable, but I closed my eyes. That doesn’t happen to me anymore. At the smallest indication of something strange, I get out. A love story that doesn’t do you any good is toxic. I finally understand that.

Paris Match: Are you not afraid that your newfound happiness will ruin your inspiration?

Lana Del Rey: No. When I was writing Born to Die, I was living in London, and I met a lot of new people, I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I was full of hope. I saw myself evolving into this type of avant-garde artist and this excitement made creating simple and easy. When the critics starting being really harsh, when things started becoming more violent, that’s when that magic left me. So happiness is obviously a good thing. I’m not afraid.

Paris Match: The New York Times said that you were a “nightmarish reflection of cynicism and of American fakeness.” 

Lana Del Rey: An interesting start to someone’s career, isn’t it? [She laughs] It was horrible, completely horrible. I really must have loved music to have continued after that. But I should’ve stopped. Thankfully, things have changed. I won’t ever change myself to make myself more popular or to make someone else happy.

Paris Match: People have really shamed you for your heavily constructed public image. Some people even said that you’re a puppet.

Lana Del Rey: For a long time, I didn’t understand these reactions. Of course, I paid attention to my look. I had long styled hair, but I was too preoccupied with the music to understand why they talked about me like that. I was waiting for people to figure out for themselves that I was smart… I really had to question myself, to ask why people reacted to me like that. A question of energy, maybe. With a bit of space, even if I find [what they’re saying] ridiculous, I can understand.

Paris Match: If, with a wave of a magic wand, you could start all over, what would you change?

Lana Del Rey: Everything! I don’t even know where to start!

Paris Match: You wouldn’t be a singer?

Lana Del Rey: I love music, there were times where it saved me from my own demons, but it’s a double-edged sword. If I had the opportunity to take a simpler path, I would do it, without hesitation.

Paris Match: When you were younger, you dreamed of being a writer…

Lana Del Rey: Yes, but after having tried from a young age, I knew that I didn’t have the writer’s soul. I tried to write short stories, but they were terrible. So, I tried to do poetry… but it still wasn’t for me! That’s how I decided to write music. [She laughs]. The next step would have been Haikus!

Paris Match: Between two records and two tours, what do you do?

Lana Del Rey: I go to the beach. I swim once per week, I work out with my sister who shares my house with me. I take advantage of the sun and the wonderful Californian nature: with my girlfriends, we go to Big Sur or to Carmel… I never get over seeing the bright light from 7:30 in the morning. For a New Yorker like me, every time it’s still enchanting. Yes, I am that girl you can constantly talk about the time and the weather! But above all what I love the most in Los Angeles, is that there are so many musicians. Every band from London to New York have moved here! Artic Monkeys, The Last Shadow Puppets, Father John Misty… They’re all here in L.A.!

Paris Match: Have you finally found the community of artists you’ve always dreamed of being a part of?

Lana Del Rey: Yes. And when I go on tour, after four months on the road, they’re like me. They want to pick up where we left off. My friends who don’t do music, they’re lives have moved on.

Paris Match: How do you deal with living in the constant view of the paparazzi?

Lana Del Rey: I wrote a song called 13 beaches, which talks about how I do it, last summer, I had to go to 13 different beaches before I could find one without paparazzi, where I laid down with a book. But we can get used to anything. And then maybe it’s worth it. What I can’t get used to, is systematically finding my songs on the internet before they’re supposed to come out. It takes so much time to make a record… a year and a half! When leaving the studio, I always have to hope that they’re secure.

Paris Match: Why do you impose this cycle of every two years for an album?

Lana Del Rey: It’s the time needed for reflection and contemplation. My records are like love letters to myself.

Paris Match: And will you have kids?

Lana Del Rey: When I have kids… I’ll take them on the road with me. Muse’s or Chris Martin’s boys do it well! I have the feeling it’ll work out, whatever I decide to do. It’ll be a nice surprise. Yeah, I would love to have a family.

Paris Match: Is it on your agenda? 

Lana Del Rey: [She laughs]. It’ll happen one day. Without a doubt within the next five years. Kids. Friends, all that’s a bonus. My dream is simply to be happy. Which I am right now.

-Paris Match

Lana Del Rey covers Paris Match’s May 2017 Issue.
Photographed by Sebastien Micke.

Lana Del Rey lounges on the divan.

She hasn’t left her false eyelashes, but she has gotten rid of her sadness. After two years of absence, the diva of ‘sad pop’ comes back with a ‘Rage de Vivre’ translation of ‘Lust for Life’ her fifth album which comes out July 21st and “Love” her single, which has already passed 50 million views on YouTube. Same hypnotic voice, same poetic universe for a woman who now has a certain taste for happiness. Since her debut in 2012, on the internet, with ‘Born to Die’ which made her one of the biggest stars in music, Lana tells us in mind-blowing songs and beautiful music videos of her fragile life as a young girl haunted by death and failure. Today, she says that she has overcome these demons and her toxic relationships. Single, maybe, but a little more light-hearted.

For her, it’s already history. At 17 years old, Elizabeth Woolridge Grant wrote her own songs and made her own music videos: ‘I took a lot of photos. Then I started to record myself, to use my image.’ After seven hellish years of singing in Brooklyn bars, her music video ‘Video Games,’ posted in 2011 and has since been viewed 155 million times, which thrusted in a few minutes, the young American into an unforeseen notoriety. She evolved into Lana Del Rey, Lolita 2.0, fan of the sixties who over the course of her songs tells a sometimes indecent and provocative story but always sensual. ‘I am connected to the future and the past at the same time… That’s why I have few friends…’ Today, she sings ‘I’m young and in love’. But confides that she has found happiness… since she is no longer dating. ‘I’ve never been lucky in choosing boyfriends’.

She always loved putting on a show: ‘As a child, I loved making my life a work of art. - My passion for beautiful films might explain my aesthetic’ says the woman who would have loved living in the Flower Power of the hippy years.

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Yesterday and Today style photos of the Beatles and Liverpool by photographer, Keith Jones. 

‘Ask anybody from New York to Nepal, Auckland to the Arctic, to name someone or something from Liverpool and I imagine John, Paul, George and Ringo would be right out in front.

'I feel our city should be proud and thankful for their music, their impact and their message, and blending their image back into the modern day scenes makes me smile and also wish I had been around to be in that queue for a lunchtime show at The Cavern Club!’

I went back as close to the same vantage point to 'rephotograph’ the same view, to compare the scenes.

'It struck me that I found it equally fascinating whether the scene was unchanged in one hundred years, completely different or now a mixture of modern and historic elements.

'I’m lucky to live and work here in that the City of Liverpool has an amazing history, with everything from incredibly grand architecture from the most prosperous times in the 19th Century, to the most modern designs, quite often already placed side by side.

'When I get the chance to 'change the timeline’ by blending in people from different eras to a modern day scene, it fascinates me to imagine how life was for city residents in decades gone by.’  
[Keith Jones, Daily Mail, 7th Nov 2016]

Pics: Keith Jones /

Study Session

Pairing: Peter x reader

Request: @thecoffeestudyblr​: hey so i was hoping i could request another imagine where the reader is Tony’s daughter and is friends with Peter Parker and um they are having a study session in the lab and it’s going really well except when an assassin breaks in and peter protects her? the reader is also really shy and then she finds out peter is spiderman? lots of angst and fluff?

A/N: guess who’s back again! It’s me, your shitty writer with an equally shitty oneshot. I have exams that’s why I’ve been writing so less. Forgive me for that. It’s all fluffy, because that’s the only thing I can write. this by far the shortest one I’ve written. I will write something super angsty later. Hope you like it!

Warnings: swearing, violence and needles.

Word Count: 1392

Originally posted by jessikaort

Peter and you were sat in the lab all alone. having him over was the best, you would talk about everything. It ranged from school to why vampires don’t live underwater. He made you feel like you had someone who cared.

Being tony stark’s daughter you had every luxury you could ask for, but there was always this one missing; a true friend. You found a true friend in him. he was just the perfect boy in every way, he was dorky and adorable, he made you laugh, you never ran out of things to talk about, he was everything you could ever ask for.

  ‘and my equation is balanced.’ You said after writing down the last reaction. Peter took your notebook and scanned it.

‘you’re really good at chemistry you have balanced all the equations right.’ He said running his finger down the scribbled content.

‘thanks.’ You gave him a genuine smile and he smiled back. You leaned back in the chair and sighed. ‘I like science, it fascinates me a lot. I just hate the mugging up part’

‘everyone does.’ He looked at your faced but quickly turned his gaze away as he noticed he was staring. ‘so, um’ he cleared his throat. ‘why are you spending the Friday night studying? You could’ve gone out with anyone. Your friends, Natasha, Wanda…. some guy you liked.’ he mumbled the last word.

‘I don’t really have a crush as such. And I love spending time with you.’ his face brightened when he heard this statement. ‘plus, ya know I’m not very good with da people.’ you waved your hands in the air and he chuckled.

‘I know alright, it took you what? Like 2 weeks to talk to me.’ he said and you shoved him playfully.

‘look who’s talking, peter awkward parker, you always sat in the ‘loner’ section and would always fumble around girls.’ You teased him and he rubbed the back of his neck. ‘peter?’

‘yeah?’ he looked up from his textbook.

‘there’s no one in the tower.’ You said looking in a distance. ‘I’m bored.’ You pouted slightly.

‘we both know what that means.’ He said trying to control his laughter and concentrating on the book.

‘seriously?’ you looked at him and he wiggled his brows in response making your face burn a bright shade of red.

  ‘you should’ve told me earlier there wasn’t going to be anyone around, I would’ve come prepared.’ He said casually and you smacked him with a notebook. ‘OW! That hurt’ he pointed a finger at you.

‘you deserved it, bitch.’ You crossed your arms. ‘I still am bored though.’

‘you can sti-‘

‘NO. peter enough.’ You sat up straight.

‘oh, so you can say the filthiest of things but when I say just two sentences all of hell breaks loose? Ah, patriarchy.’ He shook his head and you playfully rolled your eyes. ‘I’m done. What do you wanna do?’ you thought for a while before an idea struck your mind.

‘Pete?’ you asked sweetly and he quirked an eyebrow in suspicion. ‘are you-‘ you moved closer to him.

‘yeah?’ he squinted his eyes a little.

‘are you ticklish!?’ you jumped on him and started tickling him.

‘get off of me!!’ he laughed loudly. ‘(y/n)! Please! I can’t breathe.’ His face turned red from all the laughing but you didn’t stop.

‘aww, little Petey’s ticklish?’ you giggled.

‘that’s it!’ he said and pinned you down. ‘now, (y/n), that was about me, are you ticklish?’ he smiled mischievously and started to tickle you. but you didn’t laugh. ‘what the fuck?’ he furrowed his brows.

‘I don’t know.’

‘here?’ he tickled you in the side of your ribs but your expression remained unchanged.

‘nope, I’m dead down there.’ you said deadpanned.

 ‘come on, everyone has a tickle spot!’ he continued his efforts to no avail.

‘peter, dad wouldn’t like it when he sees this footage of you trying to find my “tickle spot”.’ You made quotation marks in the air.

‘holy-‘ he got off you and helped you stand up.

‘he’ll kill me.’ ‘mhm. He’s a little over protective sometimes but he’s the best.’ You smiled. ‘you want something to eat?’ you asked and he nodded. ‘I’ll be back in a sec.’

You were making your way to the kitchen humming and smiling. You had the most fun with peter, you weren’t your shy self around him, you were yourself with him. You were so happy you had someone like peter around.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw an image move from the corner of your eye. You looked in its direction but couldn’t find anyone there. You shrugged and carried on walking before you were caught in a tight grip. You tried to call out but a hand covered your mouth.

‘hello, darling. Sorry to interrupt your study date but you see, your asshole dad shouldn’t have messed with us.’ a gravelly voice of a man whispered in your ear. You struggled and got his hand of your mouth.

‘don’t you dare speak about my father that way! Jarv-‘ you couldn’t speak more for he slapped a piece of tape across your mouth and tightened his grip into a bone crushing one, he was too strong. Tear welled up in your eyes because of the pain and he let out a breathy chuckle.

‘and what’s he going to do? he is nothing without that suit of his. And you are his weakness, see I’m not going to do much,’ he said and you felt a cold needle scrape near your neck. A panic quickly set in and you tried wriggling out of his grip. ‘I’ll just sedate you, and when I get you , we’ll get you all nicely prepared for your daddy to see. Okay?’ he said and you felt the needle enter your skin and maybe a drop or two enter you vein; but that was all you felt. the man was gone with a gust of wind.

You quickly turned around to find the man unconscious and pinned to the wall with webbings.

Spiderman?’ you furrowed your brows and thought. But it wasn’t him you found when you looked around but it wasn’t the red masked hero you found, it was peter.

‘you touch her, and I’ll kill you!’ peter growled. You didn’t know what to think, everything happened too suddenly. He kneeled beside you, you didn’t realise you were sitting on the floor. You wiped the tears with the back of your hand violently. He grabbed your hands and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

 ‘hey, hey, it’s okay. Are you hurt?’ he asked as he rubbed your arms.

‘I-I don’t know what to think!’ you managed to say. ‘you- you are Spiderman! An assassin broke into the most well-guarded facility and-‘ you couldn’t continue as you winced and gripped your rib.

‘shh… come with me.’ he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to your room. you didn’t know what to do you were in pain, trauma and not to forget peter’s arms. He kicked the door open and laid you on your bed.

 ‘yes, I am Spiderman.’ He said and sat beside you. ‘And no I didn’t tell you because I couldn’t risk your life. You mean too much, I-I just couldn’t. Mr. Stark knows and we agreed to keep it a secret. I just couldn’t lose you. i-‘ you didn’t let him continue and captured his lips with yours. he kissed back immediately but then drew back. ‘look you don’t have to do this because I saved your life and stuff-‘ he blurted out with a pink smudge.

‘shut up.’ you said and pulled him back. You kissed him lovingly and sweetly, letting him know the affection you had for him and how glad you were to have him. you both pulled back for air and had equally red faces.

‘that was the best kiss I ever had.’ He breathed and you let out a chuckle. ‘soooo… does this mean you like me?’

‘no, I kiss every guy this way.’ You rolled your eyes. ‘didn’t you know?’ you crossed your arms.

‘so go out with me? um, tomorrow?’ he asked and you smiled.

‘I would love to.’ You snuggled in his arm and looked up at him.

‘great.’ He grinned and kissed your cheek before leaning against your headboard.

The Reid Effect

Requested by @21lanes: Reid and the Reader have been best friends for years, and she harbors a secret crush on him. When he starts seeing someone else, she’s jealous, but when he asks for her help in surprising his new girlfriend, all hell breaks loose.

It’s not fair, the effect Spencer Reid as on her. Her heart rate speeds up, her palms sweat, the air feels too warm, and she immediately forgets whatever else she was supposed to be thinking about the moment he walks into view. Similar symptoms occur at the sound of his voice, or when she receives a text from him, and of course when he appears unbidden in her mind. No, it’s not fair. And yet, she can never bring herself to mind much when he makes her feel so good.

They met at a criminology conference in DC. As a mystery writer, she wanted to do some in-depth research, and while she left with new material for her book, she also left with a new friend. Spencer sparked her interest almost immediately, and they became fast friends. Even from the start, he had a way of making her feel comfortable and putting her at ease. For three years he was her best friend – and still is – but last year something shifted, and one day she looked at him and realized what she felt for him went so much deeper than friendship. That’s when it began, that nervous fluttering and anxious happiness. It took weeks for her to realize what she felt for him was love, and she’s never been able to admit it out loud.

What if he doesn’t reciprocate her feelings? What if it ruins their friendship? She can’t imagine not having him in her life, even if it means never acting on her feelings. And yet, when he smiles at her, the rest of the world slips away. Does he even realize it, the effect he has on her?

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[Image description: A cardboard box filled with 12 pop toobs, plastic cylinders, in purple and green.]

My mother is seeing lots of autistic kids at work and she’s asked me for toys they’ll want to play with while they’re in her office a few times. Out of everything, the pop toobs have been a wild success and keep lots of kids entertained for long appointments. Someone took the two she had, and she told me kids have been asking about them ever since. I just ordered 12 new ones from @stimtastic because if something so cheap makes autistic kids day a little easier as well as their parents and my Mum, I’ll buy as many as she can ever use. 😊

anonymous asked:

I agree with you and the anons that say C already or probably has written the loving part. In her letter describing the album she said "to the loving, you are even more beautiful than I remember." I do believe this has a double meaning, metaphorically with the stage of re loving oneself but also it seems to indicate a person too. Idk but all these new things are fitting into the timeline. I have a feeling, they're noticing and will try to knock us off.

Of course they will, tbh I didn’t think we’d even have that much Camren material right of the bat - I thought the first single would’ve been straight as fuck and that we’d have to change every “He/Him” for “She/Her” but Camila has been so neutral about it so far, and management is only now realizing it, so their solution is to pack on the straight image by having Camila talking about boys - even though like she said it herself, the album isn’t about boys. God knows Camila could talk about her music and the process of writing her album for hours, and yet there she is, having to talk about something irrelevant to the subject just to try to make people forget or be less suspicious about who the story could possibly be about, and particularly the gender of that someone - the fact that she didn’t say “her” during the BBMAS performance is to me the biggest proof that their plan is to take back control over her image by erasing any possible hint or trace that could lead people to doubt her sexuality.

Can I just say that H and L’s lyrics fuck me up more than any video or picture proof? This year they have both made it a point to talk about the honesty in their writing. Louis said that the honesty of his lyrics helps fans see a side of him they don’t normally see. Then, Harry with his upcoming album release, has been stressing the fact that these upcoming songs are written about his own life and his experiences. They’ve both expressed and talked about the honesty in their songs, so it really makes you wonder what all these songs are about.
The themes of freedom and forbidden love are so fucking redundant in the songs they’ve written on, it’s hard to be oblivious (but of course antis still manage)
Starting with the most obvious two songs, Home and If I Could Fly:
“So long I’ve been waiting to let go of myself and feel alive. So many nights I thought it over, told myself I kind of liked her, but there was something missing in her eyes.”
One verse in and already hinting at a gay anthem. Louis had a girlfriend before x factor and before Harry. In my head, this verse is talking about when Louis was with her, unsure of himself and scared of what he was feeling, or rather, what he wasn’t feeling. There was a time when he was only just beginning to discover himself, a time of self inflicted hiding. I honestly think this song is about the path of self acceptance after so long of telling/forcing yourself to be something to fit everyone else’s standards. It’s him realizing, hey, maybe I’m not into the gender I was told I’m supposed to like.
It gets more obvious when Louis sings, “I see the smile as it starts to creep in. It was there I saw it in your eyes.” FUck me up with that pronoun change. This song is a literal gay anthem. The fact that Louis sings that part, directly followed by Harry singing, “I was stumbling, looking through the dark, with an empty heart, but you say you feel the same. Could we ever be enough? Baby we could be enough.” This song is such a larrie? I suck at explaining, but just imagine you’ve spent 18 years of your life forcing yourself to be something you’re not, and then you meet this person and everything sort of clicks. This person makes you feel safe, but with all of the outside forces and circumstances, you wonder if its all worth it.
“And it’s alright. Calling out for somebody to hold tonight. When you’re lost, I’ll find a way and I’ll be your light, you will never feel like you’re alone.” The chorus is lead by Harry and finished with Louis singing, “I’ll make this feel like home.” Honestly, the fact that Louis had to leak and promote this song himself says enough.
Harry just had to make it more obvious by writing a response.
“If I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you. I think I might, give up everything just ask me to.” For someone who has never publicly been in love before (a huge contrast to Louis’ constant het image), he sure does write some heart-wrenching love songs. If his writing style is so terribly honest, where do all of these feelings come from? This song is so vulnerable its hurts to listen to. It’s reassuring and heartbreaking all in one. In the chorus he’s literally saying, if you start to lose yourself and feel like no one is there for you I will give you my love (makes me think of all the stunts and lying Louis has been put through and how he’s starting to forget himself), I am all yours, no one else will ever see how much I love you, you’re my other half, for your eyes only.
Also, real quick, the heart thing, “I can feel your heart inside of mine, I feel it.” Always in my heart?? OKAY MAN.
Then you have Louis’ solo, “I’ve got scars, even though they can’t always be seen, and pain gets hard, but now you’re here and I don’t feel a thing.” Harry is his safety, his sanity, his home. Through all the years of lying, closeting, harsh remarks, and rumors, Louis should have broken down long ago, but Harry has kept him grounded. Thinking of all that Louis has been though makes me tear up, and even when he has seemingly no one, he manages to keep himself standing and strong.
“My hands, your hands, tied up like two ships. Drifting, weightless, waves tries to break it.” Here we go again with the forbidden love, standing together, and holding on. This theme is so constant in their lyrics, it’s almost laughable. The nautical references (Tattoos anyone?) and symbolism stands out clear and loud. Strong is literally just another gay anthem. My mom’s GSA at her school (she’s a teacher) are using this song on their Day of Silence playlist BECAUSE IT’S SO OBVIOUSLY GAY.
The chorus just hits it all the way home, “I’m sorry if I say I need you, but I don’t care, I’m not scared of love. ‘Cause when I’m not with you I’m weaker. Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong? That you make me strong.” The amount of pride in this chorus make me so happy. I can just imagine Louis thinking, “Screw management, screw pr stunts, screw the media, screw homophobia, I love you and I’m not ashamed to say it.” Black and white, clear as day, Louis is deadass saying that he is not ashamed of himself and no amount of forced closeting or homophobic remarks will change that.
“So baby hold on to my heart, oh need you to keep me from falling apart. I’ll always hold on, ‘cause you make me strong.” AND THERE IT IS, hold the fuck on bitch (if it all goes wrong, darling just hold on).
and it’s not just the “hold on” thing that reoccurs. The words “strong” shows up a lot too and Jesus fuck “heart” must be their favorite word because it’s practically in every goddamn song (not surprisingly).
The chorus of Through the Dark just takes the cake, “I will hold you closer, hope your heart is strong enough, when the night is coming down, we will find a way through the dark.” Anyone else get major Home vibes? What the actual fuck man?
But can’t dwell on it too long, this is only the beginning my dear friend, because of course we’re back at it with the forbidden love.
“But I can’t hold you too close now, through the wire, through the wire.” This keeps happening, doesn’t it? Singing about hiding your love and being torn apart (and yet elounor do anything but hide). The bridge (sung by Harry dearest), “Whatever chains are holding you back, holding you back, don’t let them tie you down…tell me you believe in that.” Do I even have to explain at this point? They’re so fucking obvious I wanna scream. Actually, at this point the themes are so redundant, I’m just gonna list some more lyrics and let them speak for themselves:
“I think I’m gonna lose my mind, something deep inside me I can’t give up…I got a feeling deep inside, It’s taking all I got…’cause nobody knows you baby, the way I do (If I Could Fly vibes)…It’s been so long, we must be fireproof, ‘cause nobody saves me the way you do…I think I’m gonna win this time, riding on a wind and I won’t give up, I think I’m gonna win this time, I roll and I roll ‘till I change my luck.” Love wins, always.
“Then there’s me, a sinking boat running out of time. Without you I’ll never make it out alive, but I know, yes I know, we’ll be alright…There’s no way you can change the rolling tide, but I know, yes I know, that I’ll be fine…I don’t want to get lost in the dark of the night…’cause I wanna be free, and I wanna be young, I’ll never look back now I’m ready to run.”
“You say we’ll be together even you’re lost…Is it too much to ask for something great…The script was written and I could not change a thing. I want to rip it all to shreds and start again…You’re all I want, so much it’s hurting.” Okay but ouch :’(
“Used to sing about being free, but now he’s changed his mind.”
Do you get what I’m saying? Do you get why I call it redundant? Because these words and ideas take play in almost every fuckin song they write.
Now, turning to songs Harry has written that aren’t for One Direction: I Love You and Just a Little Bit of Your Heart.
“I fell in love in the morning sun while the hours slipped away. Sometimes when I hear your name, a smile creeps on my face.” Here we have Harry giving major Home vibes yet again.
“And I know that it sounds so wrong and you’ve heard it all before. I didn’t come back and I wasn’t there, I wont trouble you no more…Every time I try to fight it everything just turns out wrong. Maybe if I got my timing right, I wouldn’t end up alone.” I honestly don’t know how to explain these lyrics. I just feel like they have a special meaning and I have to include them. Harry doesn’t say or write anything just for the sake of it. He’s raw and honest and emotional.
“I fell in love with a beautiful boy and you still take my breath away. When you left it was the end of my world ‘cause I never got to say that I love you, more than you think I do.”
Now for a song that brings tears to my eyes and makes my heart heavy:
“I don’t ever ask you where you’ve been, and I don’t feel the need to know who you’re with. I can’t even think straight, but I can tell that you were just with her, and I’ll still be a fool, I’m a fool for you.” I don’t think this song is necessarily about cheating. It’s definitely about loving someone so much, you’re willing to share their heart. In a larrie perspective, this song gives major hints at how Harry feels about the stunting Lou does. He tries to hide the hurt from Louis because he knows its not under their control. Harry is a naturally jealous person presumably, and at one point in time he was incredibly insecure. It only makes sense that seeing Louis going out with beards and holding someone else’s hand would break him, even just a little. “I don’t ever tell you how I feel…and nothing’s ever easy, that’s what they say. I know I’m not your only, but I’ll still be a fool.”
“I know I’m not your only, but at least I’m one. I heard a little love is better than none.”
“Just a little bit of your heart is all I want…Just a little bit is all I’m asking for.”
Fuck pr stunts. Free my babies :’(
And okay, I know Ed wrote 18, but hear me out. “I have loved you since we were eighteen.” (or that one time on stage when Louis sang “I have loved him since we were eighteen.”). And then we have Steal My Girl, “She’s been my queen since we were sixteen.” I mean, Harry and Louis just happened to be sixteen and eighteen when they first met, but hey, that’s none of my business.
Okay, I’m just going to finish this off with Perfect, because if I try and get into Just Hold On or Sign of the Times, I’ll never finish this post. Also, because they fucking wrote it together.
“I might never be your night in shining armour, I might never be the one you take home to mother, and I might never be the one who brings you flowers.” I might not be able to love you publicly, I can’t treat you the way you want me to, I can’t hold you or show public signs of affection or show you to the world, but for now I can promise to love you.
“When I first saw you from across the room.” My mind just keeps bringing up that picture from X factor of L and H looking at each other from across the room through the crowd.
And the bloody chorus, just give me a moment because I’m tired of their asses and their need to reference forbidden love all the goddamn time, “But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms, and if you like having secret little rendezvous. If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do, then baby I’m perfect, baby I’m perfect for you.” WHAT HIDDEN LOVE HAVE THESE TWO EXPERIENCED? Their public het love life is anything but hidden. “And if you like midnight driving with the windows down, and if you like going places we can’t even pronounce, if you like to do whatever you’ve been dreaming about, then baby you’re perfect.” Hiding in the comfort of night, running around, traveling the world together. This chorus is deadass the Just Hold On music video. Funny how the one song Harry and Louis wrote together happens to explain their love story perfectly.
“I might never be the hands you put your heart in or the arms that hold you anytime you want them, but that don’t mean that we can’t live here in the moment, ‘cause I can be the one you love from time to time.” Once again, I can’t love you in public, but give me a chance to love you anyways, even if I wont always be there. The message stays standing throughout the song; I can’t promise perfection, but maybe we’re perfect for each other despite all this shit, so give me a chance, even if I can only give you so much.
“And if you like cameras flashing every time we go out, and if you’re looking for someone to write your breakup songs about, baby I’m perfect, baby we’re perfect.” Of course, people turned these lyrics into a Haylor thing (genuinely laughable). I’m just gonna say it, I think there are definitely times where they’ve taken a break from each other. I’m not gonna say broken up, because I strongly believe they’re still together and giving up at this point is the last thing on their minds, but theoretically, they’ve written breakup songs about each other (Where Do Broken Hearts Go, Love You Goodbye, I Love You (sung by Alex and Sierra), Spaces). I mean, Harry and Louis were so adamant to make it known that they had written this song together, they clearly hold this song near and dear to their hearts.
I dont know. This straight up became an essay. This is what happens when you’re a songwriter and a larrie, bye lmao.
love wins. always.
always you.
always in my heart.
yes, of course, always.

Crazy For You

YoungK and word prompt - train :) (gosh I went for someone else this time, be proud of me Mami :D) As always, I love your fics <3

Note: Yas finally a Day6 prompt! ilysm ♥ I am proud of you even if you request changki or other things! you’re amazing @laviette plz excuse this terrible fic I tried to make it great like you.. i couldn’t

Disclaimer: I don’t own gifs/images used.

Originally posted by iday6

If anyone was to ask someone at Younghyun’s local high school what he’s like, they’d tell you that he’s handsome, charismatic, all tied in a bad-boy image. He plays in a rock band with his friends, and doesn’t give anyone the time of day with romantic attention. It’s a cliche ideology, really; the heart breaker. But everyone has a reason for the way in which they act. In Younghyun’s case, it’s all because of you.

You’re a contradiction to his image, but creative all the same. You carry around art books instead of a bass, and paint brushes instead of a mic. He’s enthralled by you, the way your fingers work their way around the artistic equipment, and how they create such beauty on a canvas.

He’s spoken to you a lot, but rarely on the grounds of the school. The two of you live near each other which is why you find yourselves taking the same train home. That was when he realised that he had finally fallen for someone.

At first he thought he’d gone crazy. It was late, around 11pm as the two of you waited for the train to roll at the station. He watched you; you were wearing a black and white striped top beneath a black pinafore dress. You had a rucksack on your back, and a large folder in your arms, carrying your creations of the day. He thought it was the tiredness that washed is brain, but each day that past he found himself feeling a little stronger towards you.

It was the virus in his heart that caused him to turn this way; turning away other girl’s affection. They weren’t the same as you, in comparison, they were plain and easy. He endured a lot, his only wish to keep you safe and happy. That was why he took a punch to the eye while beating up the old drunken creep that tried to touch you up on the station one late friday night, the reason he gave you his jacket when you shivered even though his whole entire body felt like ice.

A shriek snapped him from his thoughts. He shook his head, “crazy” he mumbled to himself as he ruffled his fingers through his hair.

“Whose crazy? You wouldn’t be talking about me, would you?”

Younghyun looked beside him, almost jumping out of his skin from shock. “Jeez {y/n}, don’t sneak up on me like that!”

You giggled, “It’s not my fault you were away with the fairies.”

Younghyun playfully rolled his eyes, hoisting his bass that was wrapped in it’s case further up his shoulder, only now realising it had been on the verge of falling. He looked at you, and he wasn’t sure how blood wasn’t rushing to his cheeks.

“Well anyway, to answer your question I wasn’t talking about you… well I was… but not- what am I talking about right now? I’m so tired.” He covered his face. He’d jinxed it, the blood was now rushing to his face.

“You’re not wrong. You’re crazy” He watched you smile through the gaps of his fingers.

“Crazyfurmou.” he mumbled.

“Pardon? I didn’t catch that.”

He loved his hands away from his face, “Crazy for… you. I’m crazy for you.”

Neither of you noticed the people moving around you, or the train that waited at the platform until the shrill of the whistle broke the moment like shattering glass. Younghyun felt stupid, and felt as though he probably looked even more stupid because of his now embarrassed emotions.

You stretched out your hands, he looked down, remembering how captivating they were and watched as they intertwined with his own. He was sure that his heart was going to jump out of his chest. No one had ever made him feel this way before; it scared him to think how much he’d be affected by your first kiss when he felt so exhilarated by a simple hand touch, never mind anything else.

You pulled him onto the train, taking a seat on the mostly deserted cart. You sat closer to the window, gripping his hand. You looked back at him, seemingly jumpy even though you’d been the one to initiate the touch.

“What? Did you not mean-” Your face flushed, your hand loosening on his, but he gripped tighter.

“This is what I meant, {y/n}”

Your face relaxed, your hand turning more comfortable in his again. You opened your mouth to speak, and Younghyun was expecting you to question him about this, you didn’t. You closed your mouth again, settling for a comfortable silence and Younghyun decided that he wanted to stay on this train for the rest of his life.

nerdiestpinup  asked:

How would you feel if a woman were to create a feminine version of you? Purely as an aesthetic experiment and in celebration of you coming in to our lives?

“Well, of course I would have to feel something close to honor for someone to make a feminine alteration of me in honor of my existence. I have designed a few mental images in my mind of what she would be like, of course, but never have I reached a completion of her in her entirety.”

He grinned, his narcissism and self absorbed behavior coming through during his lavished description.

“I know for certain she would be well dressed, clean and poised. Refined, with a set temper. Intelligent, naturally charming, a figure of authority. A fit figure, confident, opinionated, unafraid to take challenges by the handle. A powerful woman, a woman I myself would look up to. A woman I myself might possibly fear.”

Someone tell me this isn’t true – Are people seriously demanding that Sui Ishida commits suicide because of chapter 125 of TG:RE?

Like… it’s no secret that TG is aimed at a more mature audiece so expect mature topics and scenes in it. It’s not like he went and showed us some hentai images of the sex scene either, if you ask me, it was pretty romantic and funny.

Seeing people say crap like this makes me real sad, honestly… Ishida is such an amazing artist, puts so much effort into his series and people just… stab him on the back.

Stages of Grief and Love subject: Grace Hanson

Hello Grace and Frankie fandom, 

Our subject for today is The Stages of Grief and Love and our character of study is Grace Hanson, and this will chronicle her journey into accepting that she loves one Frankie Bernstein. 

Warning this post is exceptionally long. 

If this topic of conversation interests you please read more, and if it doesn’t there are plenty of other things you can do with your time I’m sure. 

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Do you have any randomly cute TC doodles laying around?? I need to see more of my tol son....

HMMM, I’ve been posting some little thumbnail snippets of TC on my instagram stories but I don’t think I saved any of them off, tragically!!! I did draw something with him in it yesterday, and earlier this week. (On that note, if someone knows how to find a theme that doesn’t make my images in an ask response SUPER SMOL, please let me know because I’ve quite had it with these themes not working)

Anyhoo, here is a teeny, TEENY, TC babies that I sketched a couple days ago:

I was trying to brainstorm about potential enamel pin designs (haha spoiler). Was thinking about making a set of tiny babby book monsters. ANYHOO, glad you’re missing him. We got a scene change. >:}

You’re up, big boy!  

Happy you’re here (1/?)

Summary: You didn’t actually know who you were, rescued from H.Y.D.R.A, you suffered Dissociative Amnesia. The Avangers helped you, now was time for you to help Bucky.   

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,315

Warnings: Cursing, slight fluff

A/N: *whispers* I’m scared. WELL, this is my first () X reader fic. And i’m really scared of posting it, and scared that my english writing is terrible (it is though), since my natural language isn’t english, but oh well. 

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Originally posted by badults

The white lights were just too bright for you not to groan in discomfort, where were you, anyway?

“Y/N?” A soft voice called, it seemed to be far away, you just wanted to put the pillow in your face and sleep a little more, but since your mouth was dry and the voice continued to repeat the same name, you couldn’t

Slowly, you opened your eyes, just to find yourself somewhere unknown, making you go from a “shut the fuck up and let me sleep” to a full “I drank four expressos and ate three chocolate bars”

“Y/N, this is doctor Bruce Banner. You are safe now” The man said, trying to keep you down in the bed, since you tried to jump off

“W-Where am I?” You whispered, looking around with fear, you just had this weird feeling of lost, as if you didn’t know who you were.

And actually, you didn’t.

“Y/N? I-is that my name?” Bruce sigh, looking at something in the corner of the room

“Do you remember what hapened?” You frowned your brows, trying to remember anything, but there were only weird bright flashes in your mind, making your head start to ache.

“No?” Bruce studied you for a moment, caution and a slight fear trespassing his eyes

“Nothing at all?” You nodded with your head, following his gaze to a tall, blonde men next to the door “Dissociative Amnesia, Steve.” You tilted your head when the handsome men looked to be in deep pain, when you were about to ask what he meant, Bruce explained “It causes you to forget traumatic experiences.”

“So, my whole life was traumatic?” You joked with a smile, making both men blink a few times, as if they had never see you smile before

“Y/N, we can treat this amnesia easily with the help of Vision, if you want to” Steve said, tensing his shoulders with the thought of you remembering what you had suffered

“Is he a machine or a psychologist?”

“A little bit of both, actually.” Bruce answered, making you turn your attention to him

“I don’t think I want. I mean, if I suffered so much that my mind found a way to lock it up, why would I want to open it?” You didn’t know why, but you felt like you could trust them. “Do I have family to remember?”

Steve stared at you for a few seconds before denying with his head, making you raise your shoulders in a complacent way before looking at your hands, seeing lots of scars and burns in them. You followed the path, seeing that your arms had it too.

“Yup, whatever I went through… I don’t wanna know.”

Years had passed from the day you woke up in that bed, you were an Avenger and all of those stupid idiots were your family, you saved them, they saved you.

“You know that you look like a puppy following it’s owner, don’t you, Speedy?” Tony mocked as you entered the tower’s kitchen, looking for something to eat

“You know that you look like a jealous old man, don’t you, Stark?” Your laugh echoed in the fridge, you knew about Pietro’s feelings towards you, since he wouldn’t do much to hide it. Well, how could he? You brought him back to life, after all.

“We know that the two of you are in deep love with Y/N, but let her breathe, please” Clint said chuckling, entering the place with Wanda by his side.

You couldn’t help but blush with the sentence, making Wanda smile gently while coming closer to you and giving a little kiss in your cheek

“We all love Y/N, Clint.” She said, watching you bite an apple, since you had been distracted and forgot what exactly you were searching

“What are you doing in the tower, Robin Hood?” You asked with a smile, ignoring Pietro poking you for attention. Well, you had many abilities and fortunately, patience was one of them.

“I actually came to talk to you.” You raised a brow, curiosity filling your eyes, maybe Steve send him to tell you about a mission, but it was far from that. “Steve wants to talk to you, something about your past”

Wanda looked away, remembering the first time she touched you. She saw everything you passed, everything you had to do, every torture and person you had to see.

She truly loved you. Not in a romantic way, she loved you as a big sister. And so did you act as one;

Even the others agents, when they were asking her about you, they would refer as “How’s your big sister?” She would even risk call you “big sis or sora mea mai mare”. You would call her with no shame “sora mea cea mica”. You did indeed see her as your little sister, and that made her happy.

“Uh, how many times do I have to tell him that I’m not remembering anything and nether I want to?” You rolled your eyes while giving a little slap in Pietro’s hand, since it started to low down to your butt cheeks to call your attention. “It’s been years. Literally

“We know that, but it looks like he really need to talk to you about it, and looks like H.Y.D.R.A is involved, Steve needs you help with something.”

“Argh, fine.” The apple you threw over your shoulder was now in Pietro’s hand

“For fuck’s sake, are you going to put that in your altar?” You heard Tony say as you walked out of the kitchen

soră mai mică” You called, seeing Wanda raise her head to you, she was going to the other side of the corridor “Won’t you come?”

“Sorry, Y/N, I’m not feeling really good.” You agreed with your head and gave a gentle kiss in her forehead

“That old captain.” You murmured “Get some rest, yes?” She gave a slight smile to you and Clinton before nodding her head.

Following Hawkeye to the floor that Steve was, you started to sing some song you had heard on the radio that morning, it was your voice that announced to both men that you were standing outside

You heard a nervous “come in” and so you did, stopping your loud voice when you saw another men in the room, your eyes glanced at a laughing Clinton. It didn’t take long for you to smack his shoulder while feeling your cheeks go red

“You let me show to someone new my cat killing voice!”

“It’s not that bad…” Bucky said, smiling when he saw that you didn’t look at him the way everyone did. With fear, caution, as if he was a weird and unstable thing. No, you looked at him with curiosity. As if you wanted to know and understand him.

You were curious, not by his metal arm. But by his sad, intrigant blue eyes.

“Look, pal, if you’re new here, you should know that sarcasm is not a good way to talk with me” You joked, for Steve’s surprise. He was expecting you to remember what you had passed, since Bucky might remember you of H.Y.D.R.A, the place you suffered and that you were rescued from.  

“She has the point, Y/N never knows how to differentiate when you’re being sarcastic or not.”

“Oh, shut up, Legolas. I’m Y/N, and you are…?”

“He is James Bucha-”

“Jack Sparrow, I didn’t ask you.” You cutted Steve’s speech, making his friend and Clinton chuckle

“Bucky” He said shortly, with a small grin in his face

“Ok, ButterCup, you are the official High Catcher for now on.” Steve chuckled, happy that they had you there to make things easier for Bucky to adjust to his new home.

“I thought I was the “Official High Catcher”.”

“You were, but I had already seen too much of your butt and abs when you get the cookies for me. I need a new image, y’a know”

Clinton and Steve laughed loudly when you finished your sentence, but Bucky didn’t, since he didn’t understand a thing.

“What is a High Catcher?”

“It’s someone to grad the high food for me” You smiled kindly at him, making Bucky lose his breath for a moment.

He noticed that you had a few scars on your neck, but he couldn’t see all of them, since you were wearing you usual long-sleeved shirt and jeans.

“Well, why did you call me here, Steve?” You finally asked while Clinton went to one of the chairs, but you knew you wouldn’t last long there.

“We can talk about that later. But for now, would you mind showing the tower to Bucky? Bruce we’ll be coming and I need to discuss something with him.”

“Not at all, hop up, Buckbeak” Bucky continued on the same place while you were already leaving

“She’s talking to you, Bucky.” You laughed at the door at his confused face “Y/N?”


“Don’t scare him, please”

“I can’t promise that, Steve.” He sighed as Bucky went to your side and the both of you left.

“Don’t worry, I think she wouldn’t remember even if she wanted to.” Clinton tried to calm his friend, but himself was worried about you. It was impossible to someone not be taken by your personality; all of them cared and loved you in their own ways

“What is a Buckbeak?” He asked a few moments later, watching you turn your shocked face at him

No. Shit.” You gasped, don’t believing that he didn’t know who was Buckbeak, the Harry Potter Hippogriff. “Where did you leave, under a rock?!”

When Bucky opened his mouth, ready to tell you his life story – which was a surprise to him, since he struggled even to talk with Steve about it -, something fast passed by them, being followed by a Tony’s scream

“You little brat! Oh, hey, Sweetie, Soldier.”

“Robocop.” You saluted with a mocking tone

“You already used that, Y/A.” Bucky couldn’t help but be amazed by your laugh

“Well, there are not loads of fictional men wearing iron armors out there, Tony.”

“Are you tired, Old man?” Pietro appeared at your side, making Bucky turn defensive automatically.

“It’s okay, Buttercup, he’s just a prick.” Pietro laughed at the nickname

“Why did you nicknamed Bucky, Buttercup?” Tony asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest, controlling a laugh when he saw Bucky giving him a glance that could froze even hell

Buttercup. And also, it suits him, don’t it? I’m pretty sure that I’ll also start to call Steve ‘Blubbles’. But who will be Blossom?”

“You.” Pietro tried to hug you from your waist; you gave him a slap in the hands, hearing him moan slightly

“Nah, she’s boring. Well, I got to show the tower to him. C’mon Buttercup.”

“Doll, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You smiled because of the nickname, checking him out with your critics, malicious eyes

“Good, you understand that I only work with nicknames” You said, causing him to chuckle “But serious, believe it or not, I got like, seventeen nicknames to call Steve”

He stopped in the middle of the hall with the trigger word, Bucky locked his jaw, closing his eyes to try to find himself, he was breathing deeply when you placed your palm in his forehead, as to feel his heat, as if he had a fever

That gentle touch suddenly woke him up, for a small moment, he felt like he had no control of his metal arm and you moaned in slight pain when his fingers closed tight around your wrist.

“I-I’m sorry, Y/N” Bucky let go of you, stepping away, thinking that you might need some space to recover and to not be scared

“What happened to “Doll”? I prefer Doll, nobody calls me that.” You said right away, as if that had never happened, you grabbed his flesh arm – carefully, that time -, and pulled him to continue to follow you “It’s okay, it was my fault. I shouldn’t have touched you when you were still trying to found yourself. Pardon, Buck.”

He felt a warm and cozy cloud pass through his body with your whisper. Maybe was the way that you understood him, or maybe how you said his name for the first time, he wasn’t able to tell. But you had already gained him.

“Where are you from, Doll?” He asked, trying to recover when you stopped pulling him by his arm, you glanced at him, feeling a little bit ashamed and uncomfortable. You were afraid to think about that and know it;

“I don’t know. I also don’t know my birthday, my last name, how old I am… I don’t know.” Bucky frowned his brows in confusion, scared that you went through the same thing as he

“Were you brainwashed?” He asked carefully, smiling when you laughed, pressing the button of the elevator

“Nop. Bruce calls it “Dissociative Amnesia”. Apparently, my life was so traumatic that I found a way to forget it. Steve and Bruce are always scared that I end up remembering what I passed, even thou I don’t want to.”

“I understand you.” His blue eyes seemed so intense that you looked away, stucking a piece of your hair behind your ear

“And you, grumpy cat? Where are you from?” His response came immediately

“Shelbyville, Indiana.” You checked him again from the other side of the elevator

“You knew Steve before he turn into Captain America, didn’t you? Ei, don’t look at me so surprised, I’m an agent too, you know.” He was shocked by your quick observation “I also noticed that everyone here knows you, but I don’t. Was I at sleep when you first appeared?” You tried to make a joke when seeing that his posture was tense and that something on his eyes made him look a little sad, you didn’t like that.

“Well, it doesn’t matter, anyways. Come, Buttercup. Blubbles will kill me if I don’t show you around.”