"Just get in the car, Alice. I’ll explain on the way."
Suddenly I’m a Pittsburgh fan…one baby is all it took.
"So, you two are dating. That’s new, isn’t it?"
Captain America and Bucky Barnes exchange a long, unsmiling look. Falcon, off camera, pinches the bridge of his nose.
"We’re married," Barnes says, flat and deadpan. "We’ve been married since July."
"Birthday present," Captain America says, smiling tightly. "We’ve been together since ‘39."
"Give or take," Barnes says, shrugging.
"Boyfriend, though. The boyfriend’s new," Captain America smiles, slow and dangerous, and Falcon cringes, closing his eyes and counting backwards from a hundred.
"We had a girlfriend before," Barnes adds, with a smile that looks like he practices it while he cleans his rifle.
"She was my girl,” Captain America says, and Barnes shrugs.
The interviewer is clearly struggling. “I see. So- um. Your- your boyfriend, does he- I mean, you two-“
"He won’t move in with us," Captain America says, blue eyes wide and innocent.
"We’re horrible to live with," Barnes says, smirking, leaning back in his chair. "Coffee cups everywhere. Cigarettes on the fire escape. Paint on the carpet."
"Cats," Captain America says pointedly. "Three Maine Coon tabbies. Hair on everything."
"Ah! The- the cats. They’re yours, aren’t-"
"They’re mine," Barnes corrects. "They tolerate Rogers. They’re my cats.”
"His Instagram is public," Captain America points out. "Those really are his pictures. Those cats are his children."
"Winter’s Children," Barnes says mysteriously, staring off into the distance.
Captain America elbows him in the ribs.
"Right, so, um. We have another Avenger with us today, um, your colleague-"
“Boyfriend,” Barnes and Captain America correct automatically.
The studio is dead silent. Falcon sighs as he walks out, goes to sit beside Barnes, who immediately moves so he’s forced to sit between them. Barnes and Captain America instantly go from dangerously tight to loose-limbed and bedroom eyed. Falcon shakes his head.
"Can’t take these two anywhere. Just ask me everything, they’ll troll you all day. Jerks."
I had to take a picture of this on the mirror of a public bathroom
This is so sweet and reassuring of humanity as a whole
is it wrong to be in love with an electric car
I love that point in a friendship when you get what the other person’s style is - their “thing.” You see a knit jersey tie and think of them immediately; a type of weather, a bad movie, a woman’s outfit. You know, with absolute certainty, that your friend would enjoy this thing with you more than anyone else in the world. You feel closer in that moment of recognition, even if they’re not there.
Hold my fucking hand, loser. We’re using the buddy system for the rest of our lives.—How I’m going to propose (via tornattheseams)
Awwww that’s so cute!!!(via lylamariemazie)
From now on i’ll only accept anon hate in morse code
You better watch your fucking tone or i’m calling the cops
Pancake with all the colors of the wind.
i can’t even make a circular pancake what the fuck is this shit
it’s so sad when you crave someone you can’t have