literateknits:

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astroize:

hoursago:

i couldn’t remember maria hill’s name so i just called her robin the whole time

I accept this origin story. 

Tony calls her “Sparkles” and routinely courts death. 

Clint owned her album back in the day and now he gets the song stuck in his head every time he has to talk to her.

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Two years, two losses. Same role. Different people. 

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

“… and all we have are memories to hold on
Memories of the lives, whom we love and treasure in our minds and long for in our hearts 
But, the love we have for them never departs” 

Rain is falling. And my phone rings at fucking 8 in the morning. Area code 912. Georgia. And comes on that familiar voice. 

“So I don’t know how much I have left in my phone so if I get cut off, you know why. I should have bought another prepaid card or unlimited international calls”
“Well, you don’t have to waste it all on me.”
“It’s okay.”

No more than thirty minutes. And I didn’t cry. And I didn’t flip out. Or get pissy that someone is calling me so damn early. Just closed my eyes and listened to him talking. Imagining his mannerisms and his smile. And just miss being curled up next to him.

“Hey. Hey. Hey.”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Good.”

And I wish so much that what is coming for us isn’t. And I wish I didn’t have to wait until maybe October to see him again. But it’s back to the waiting game. And I swear this is the only thing I’ve ever done since I’ve been with him — sit around and knit while he does his thang — but I never have a problem with it. Plus I get to do my own thang. AND when he gets home, there will be story time for both sides. I love story time.

Day carried on with cleaning the house, dinner with friends, movies, and making memories. I love these guys so much. ”Sweet. My boys taking care of my girl while I’m gone. That’s how we do this shit. :D” 

I HAVE TO WATCH THIS. I LOVE WES ANDERSON ALMOST AS MUCH AS I LOVE JOHN HUGHES.

So. Uhm. I looked this song up after wondering what song people keep quoting.

And I don’t have a problem with such a bubblegum pop style at all — just didn’t expect that sound to come out. Anyway, this music video is golden. So. So. Golden.

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I had all three of these (lol, at the same time). Was I the only kid who took a scoop of the suds and slammed it in her eyeballs?

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hooahandrolltide:

Dear those that oppose gay marriage. Let me tell you how this works in simple terms. If your religion says that you can’t watch Harry Potter or Doctor Who, then you don’t watch Harry Potter or Doctor Who & I watch all of them that I damn well please. Just because Leviticus (Old Testament, which…

Waiting for my sheets to dry because this idiot forgot to start the damn dryer. -.-” Day was as follows:

• Woke up
• Checked mail; new shirt but loss of hope and almost refusal to ever want to check the mail again XD [zomg and Olan Rogers liked my earlier post o.o]
• Rearranged bedroom #2
• Ferzan brought lunch
• Little sister wanted me to fix up her dress but the fact that I only had two hours to do what she wanted made it impossible — sorry sissy
• Moved clothes from bedroom #1 to #2 & cleaned out clothes 
• Left all the stuff in the closet since there’s no way for me to move my dresses and jackets because of my book closet
• Started moving things back into bedroom #2 and Yayu washed my dog (thanks man, ticks freak me out)
• Moved my cows into #2
• Kmart: dry dog food, another lava lamp, plug-ins refills, three drawer set for my socks (and yes, I’m using all three for socks)
• Dinner: Pizza
• Finished moving my junk back into #2
• Yayu can’t feel his legs at all so I’m letting him stay in one of the guest rooms until he has to work at like friggin 5am.
• Sitting around blogging, figuring out my last plan of action

Now, I gotta clean up and clean out room#1 enough so that it’s now just a guest room and it’s no longer my responsibility to maintain it. Dishes in the sink. Figure out what to do with my headboard and those weird lady picture things I refuse to harbor in this room. Tidy up the rest of the house. Clean out any take out leftovers that my friends have left. GET THOSE DAMN TICKS OFF THE DOG. And theeeeeeeen, relax and enjoy whatever time left I have before my one summer class. 

My cousin’s husband, who is visiting from Texas, mentioned to me how days and hours are just longer on this island. And I swear to you, he’s right — related to something about our positioning on the earth. But despite the long days, they’re starting to stop dragging on. May’s going to be over soon. And hey, I’m sure summer will too. Lol, sorry folks who love summer to last forever. X3

P.S. Yay, my bed is now under a window under which sunlight actually goes through so that I can read in the morning. :)

Once again, nothing in the mail that I actually care about. -_-“
BUT I did get my “Not in my house” shirt so I guess this is going to be a good day to clean and rearrange the rooms. :)

My reminder.

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