i’m always so amused at how different our play styles...
I’m sorry — I arrive Friday morning and leave Saturday night. You could come to the Carol Corps Meet Up Friday at 2, maybe? No badge required.
whenever i’m sad i like to imagine what possible crime Steve Irwin’s ancestor committed to warrant him being sent to Australia like some Victorian gentleman escorting a lady to the zoo past the crocodile enclosure and going “do you see that great wyrm sunning itself there? quite a striking creature, is it not? I do believe I shall engage it in fisticuffs.”
On the set of Avengers 2, you hear a shouting in the distance. The cast pauses, wondering what’s going on, and why set security hasn’t stopped this disturbance. It’s only then that they see what’s happening; Anthony Mackie has arrived on set bellowing “CAPTAIN AMERICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” as he runs past Chris Evans, completely nude, and steals the shield never to be seen again that day.
anything less than this will make me cry