the dallas foundation


i’ve watched that video so many times and I cry every. single. times. not because it’s a sad story, but because i’ve been in the same situation as him with my brother. (my brother is paraplegic from an ATV accident)  and when people tells me that tyler seguin is trash,that video proves me otherwise. and that foundation is such a good exemple of how a good person he is ♥ 


I’m very tired and I hate everything the end.

Steve stared at the tweet, chewing his lip a little in concern. It was three days until he could get back to the Tower, and leaving Tony in a funk that long was the last thing he wanted to do. He glanced up from his phone at the PR people going over their map in the corner of the hotel ballroom, ignoring the cleanup  around them as they tallied up contributors from the charity auction and solidified plans for the next few days. One caught his eye and bounded over.

“Great news!”

We raised an extra three million dollars tonight and get to go home early? Steve very carefully did not say.

“The veteran’s foundation in Dallas agreed to reschedule their brunch fundraiser for 10am, so now we have time to do the brunch and visit the children’s hospital tomorrow!”

“That’s great news,” Steve said, smiling as warmly as he could. There were so many gaps to fill, so many places where funding fell through, and he knew that every extra visit he made would give a boost to fundraising and make a lot of people happy for the holidays.

It wasn’t their fault that it meant he wouldn’t have time to call Tony before the time differences and their disjointed appointments sent them on completely different sleep schedules. He very sternly reminded his clenched fist that it wasn’t their fault as they pranced away to make more calls.

Steve sighed and checked his phone again. Tony had tweeted that halfway through the charity auction, so he was probably neck-deep in whatever issue was plaguing him and wouldn’t appreciate a call right now. And he’d already learned his lesson about being too affectionate over twitter, so he’d have to find another way to cheer Tony up.

He tapped his phone against his chin as he thought, sorting through options until an idea blossomed.

There was a bird on Tony’s workbench. It was very fat, and very red, and very very much on Tony’s workbench.




“CHOOOooooo weet tweet tweet tweet tweet, rrrrrrrrr weet weet weet choo choo choo choo.”

Tony stared, dumbfounded, as the bird puffed and flickered its crest and generally went nuts dancing on his workbench. He lost track of time staring at the wing furls and tail flips and weird hopping pattern, the entire performance punctuated by incessant chirping. It finally quieted down and stared back, beady black eyes gazing at him in what his tired brain finally parsed as besotted hope.

“…WHY,” was all he could think to say.

“Female cardinals are yellow and red. You’re yellow and red, ergo, you’re a big sexy lady cardinal.”

Tony whirled around to see Sam grinning at him, holding a phone in a casual manner that absolutely meant he was filming this.


“Steve’s worried about your tweet from yesterday. I figured the best way to get to the bottom of it would be” he gestured at the bird, which was suddenly much closer to Tony’s face than it was a minute ago, “tweeting back.”

Tony stared at Sam. Sam stared back, still grinning and filming.

“This was Steve’s idea, wasn’t it. This is way too cheesy to be anything but Steve’s idea,” Tony said, throwing up his hands in surrender, the bird taking flight from his shoulder.

“Yep,” Sam said, finally cracking up. “Check in with your boyfriend before you angst all over the internet!” he yelled at Tony’s retreating back as Tony absconded to change into something less…avian.

The Falcon just introduced me to a cute little redhead. A little chubby for me but he’s got some sexy dance moves.

“Sam!” Steve tried to say something else but his mind was a blank. He settled for waving his phone in Sam’s face and hoped he got the message “Sam?!?!”

Sam looked completely unperturbed, shrugging off the tweet like it wasn’t on a wrecking ball path through Steve’s happy relationship. “What? You asked me to cheer him up, so I brought a friend over.”

Steve’s phone chimed again with a new tweet from Tony. And don’t get me started on his singing.

Steve gave up trying to wring a decent explanation out of Sam in favor of bolting out of the parking garage in the Tower’s basement, headed for the express elevator to Tony’s workshop.

Sam waited until he was out of earshot before he finally let himself crack up.

And then Sam retweeted Tony with the video he took of a cardinal trying to woo Iron Man, everyone agreed to not take twitter seriously, and Steve absolutely did not glare down a bird for making a move on his fella. The end.

How about…

jamie benn : has surgery on both hips, works all summer to recover/rehab to be ready for the start of the season, works with the Dallas Stars Foundation by going to Little Rookies graduation and giving a couple of kids a locker room tour along with some autographed items, has an autograph signing and takes the time to talk to each fan who comes up to his table, makes an appearance at FC Dallas game and despite the pouring rain signs autographs for all of the fans who waited out in the rain for him

Gerald Murphy (1888-1964), “Watch”, Detail, 1925, oil on canvas, Dallas Museum of Art, Foundation for the Arts Collection, gift of the artist, 1963 © Estate of Honoria Murphy Donnelly/Licensed by VAGA, New York, NY.