By near-unanimous agreement, if post-mission coffee occurs, it’s at Starbucks. The reason for this is simple: if they all went where they really wanted to go, they’d be scattered all over the city, and Steve is adamant that they bond. Bruce likes small, intimate places with lost of rugs and…
CAPTAIN AMERICA AS SLEEPING BEAUTY OMG.
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TONY AS KUZCO
See but the thing is
These are actually perfect
Oh my god.
This is PERFECT.
BUT SLEEPING BEAUTY THO.
by 菊叔
ALL. OF. THESE. THINGS.
YOU. ARE. ALL. AMAZING.
NEVER. LIMIT. YOURSELF.
This is all of the true. I need, like, a daily reminder of how true this is.
I will always remeber him.
Karkat was hungry.
Karkat was dissatisfied with the soft pink (his was a dark brown, actually, but humans were red meat, so pink is what he still called it, because that was obviously an inferior color) flesh of the human body. Karkat was dissatisfied with being human. Karkat missed the days where he was a strong and powerful troll, far superior to this weak pink-fleshed body, with its weird anatomy and biology and there were just things that it had that a troll body didn’t (sex-specific genitals, for one), and even though it was similar enough in its trolloid construction, every once and a while he would forget that he was a human and try to kill something with his claws or expect his tough (and, most importantly, the ever-familiar, wonderful gray) troll skin would save him from cuts and bruises that his stupid, inferior, human body just seemed to collect with hardly even a gentle brush of a whisper of a puff of a soft, gentle breeze.
But mostly, Karkat was hungry.
Many of you may have seen the articles today about the awesome fourteen year-old who took a petition to Seventeen Magazine requesting that they do one non Photoshopped spread a month. Seventeen, to their credit, heard her out. They ultimately turned her down.
Now,…
