I was not expecting that!
I don’t think anyone was expecting that!
IT GOT BETTER
This is now officially my most favorite thing on the internet
if you have someone in your life who genuinely cares about how your day went, and listens fully to the fucked up shit that goes on in your mind, and answers your texts or calls you back, and lets you know you’re important to them and/or generally makes you feel cared for, you’re really fucking lucky and i hope you tell this person you appreciate them and i hope if they treat you right and make you feel safe and loved, you hold onto them really tight.
Ok, so, I am giant nerd and when I got home tonight I thought it would be great to spend my evening mapping out CN original shows and their life spans from the past 20 years.
Honestly I was curious if there was any pattern in style and content but all I found out was Ed, Edd, and Eddy was a BAMF of a show that lived forever.
The first colours Steve ever sees are the Iron Man colours, glossy red and gold, and Steve hears himself gasp, hears Iron Man’s modulated voice say, “Oh.”
Iron Man’s gauntlets shake as he takes off his helmet, and Steve blinks hard and the he’s looking into brown eyes, somehow more startling than the bright colours of the Iron Man suit.
Steve’s fingers itch for an easel.
When Steve finds the time, he paints.
He doesn’t throw away his charcoal, but he gets close, because now he can use watercolours properly, instead of pushing around a mess of colours he can’t see around with a paintbrush.
He paints Peggy, he paints Bucky, he paints his Ma and aches when he realizes over and over that he’ll only ever get to see their colours in photographs.
He paints Tony, Tony’s brown eyes, the bright blue of the arc reactor, the Iron Man suit in flight, in red and gold pieces while Tony sits next to it streaked in black engine oil.
Tony in a grey suit, all sharp lines, Tony holding a glass of gold liquid, Tony distractedly picking at a green flower as they stand in ruins, Tony surrounded by every colour Steve can look up on Google.
The morning after they sleep together- almost a year after they meet, because it wasn’t a smooth start and it was a very rocky middle- Steve wakes up before Tony and reaches for a sketchpad, and then decides it isn’t enough.
Tony wakes up as Steve is setting up his easel, and Steve pauses. “Do you mind?”
Tony’s smile is pale pink and soft. “Go ahead, Cap.”
Near the end of a battle, Steve’s world stutters into black and white, and he very nearly gets a sword in the gut before Thor pushes him out of the way.
Colour returns, and then flickers to black and white again, and Steve puts a shaky hand to his ear, says, “Tony, location,” into his comm, and doesn’t get a reply.
They find Tony under a building, and Steve’s vision fades into black and white before jumpstarting into colour several times before they manage to dig Tony out of the rubble.
The surgery is the same, flickering in and out, one second Steve is able to see the colour of the walls, the linoleum, and then he isn’t, and then he is again.
When the colour stabilizes so does Tony, though it’s a week before he wakes up.
Steve doesn’t notice at first, he’s half asleep himself, sagging with exhaustion down into his tiny plastic chair, but then Tony squeezes his hand and Steve is awake as anything.
"Oh, thank god," Steve says when he sees Tony smile faintly at him, and he kisses Tony’s eyelids before kissing his mouth. He leans back, eyes going over the comfortable colours- black hair going grey, brown eyes, tan skin, blue reactor.
"I was so worried the last colour I’d see of you was- the blood," Steve blurts, and Tony is dopey on painkillers but he still manages to snort dismissively and pull Steve close.
"Your world is gonna be colourful for a long time yet," Tony says, slurring a little.
Steve gets him a red and gold watch for his birthday, and as he’s saying something about those being Tony’s favorite colours, Tony says, “They actually aren’t, despite popular opinion,” and Steve looks over at him.
"Uh, my favourite colour is blue," Tony says, and nods towards Steve’s face. "Your eyes, first colour I saw, all that jazz. So, yeah. Blue."
He shrugs. “I’m keeping the watch, though, I’m not going around with a watch the colour of your eyes, everyone’d call me a sap and I have a reputation to uphold, Steven.”
"I’m pretty sure your playboy rep went out the window long before you married me," Steve points out, and Tony looks down at their matching gold wedding bands with a smile.
"Yeah, that’s true."
i love seeing girls close ranks when their fella is cheating, instead of defending him and attacking the other girls. like seriously. it warms my cold, cold heart so much.
i need the rest of this story, where did you put the body
I’ve always wanted to do this. I hope they all went out for ice cream later too.
i want an update on this
FORCED TO FLEE WITH HIS NAN
Magical Paths Begging To Be Walked
Roads and paths pervade our literature, poetry, artwork, linguistic expressions and music. Even photographers can’t keep their eyes (and lenses) off of a beautiful road or path, which is why we collected this list of 28 amazing photos of paths.
Paths like these have a powerful grip on the human imagination – they can bring adventure, promise and change or solitude, peace and calm. There’s nothing like a walk down a beautiful path to clear your head – or to fill it with ideas!
I’ll leave you with an excellent quote from J. R. R. Tolkien’s works while you enjoy these images; “It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.“
- Autumn In The White Carpathians
- Rhododendron Laden Path, Mount Rogers, Virginia, USA
- Spring In Hallerbos Forest, Belgium
- Autumn Path In Kyoto, Japan
- Autumn Path
- Bamboo Path In Kyoto, Japan
- Hitachi Seaside Park Path In Japan
- Dark Hedges In Ireland
- Winter Forest Path, Czech Republic
- Path Under Blooming Trees In Spring
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