their stare

I honestly can’t even tell the two of you apart half the time because I don’t go by height or age, I go by amount of pain in my ass, which makes you both identical.
—  Yakov Feltsmen, to Victor Nikiforov and Yuri Plisetsky

anonymous asked:

Bucky, I'm guessing you fly a lot to missions and stuff and I have a 23 hour flight to New Zealand coming up. Any advice on how to not die of boredom?

1. sleep. 

2. sleep

3. read a book

4. read the briefing you were supplied with before takeoff, or you might ACCIDENTALLY CAPTURE THE WRONG BASE CLINT

5. bother the people sitting near you by singing dirty lyrics to songs they know and love, thereby ruining them forever

6. sleep

7. no matter how bored you get, DO NOT JUMP OUT OF THE PLANE

Mi manchi.
Posso far finta di star bene, ma mi manchi.
—  Labellezzadellepiccolecose - (via labellezzadellepiccolecose.)
Vieni qui
e fammi dimenticare
come si sta
senza di te.
—  Labellezzadellepiccolecose - (via labellezzadellepiccolecose.)
Selfies with Wile E. because comfort objects aren’t a bad thing.

In all of these I’m wearing my No Gloom ‘Shroom necklace, gray sweatpants and a predominantly blue T-shirt with Optimus Prime from Transformers: Prime on the front, so there is some red present on my outfit. I took these selfies in March. Just noting that in case this is being reblogged in April. I’m against Autism Speaks and I will be #REDInstead for April.

I have my Wile E. Coyote plushie in all of the selfies. He shows his age because I’ve had him since I got him for Christmas when I was 5, and I’m 36 at the time of these selfies. There is clear tape on his snout because the felt that makes up his mouth is falling apart. Wile E. is the one possession I own that I would not be able to handle losing forever. I get very distressed if I don’t know where he is (his place is on my pillow in my bedroom) and I’ll get downright aggressive if I see somebody ‘hurt’ him by kicking, throwing or swiping him aside or intentionally dropping him.


Btw, I’m sitting in my little sensory corner in all the pics. My proprioception is a mess today and I feel like an octopus attempting ballet. Corners are good for proprioceptive input because I can scoot myself backwards until I feel intense pressure on my shoulders, or I can bump into it with my back if I rock and I keep some sense of my body’s position in space. 

I guess I fit that stereotype of “autistic people sit in corners and rock” pretty well after all. :)

“In my own little corner in my own little chair
I can be whatever I want to be.
On the wings of my fancy I can fly anywhere
and the world will open its arms to me.” 

–Rodgers and Hammerstein’s “Cinderella”

AS JEFFERSON!

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you know when i said i feel a little better?

I LIED I FEEL ECSTATIC OH MY GOD