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benevalyn replied to your photo: “i get on a roll working at 2 am all the while my eyes start to hurt...”:
how are you still cute at 2am when it's 2am for me i'm just like DDD8 eyebags everywhere
omg u///v///u thank u but the picture deceives you im, so dead right now and im probably going to pass out in like 10 minutes
benevalyn answered your question:Hey, I’m thinking of doing a Captain America...
i think it’d be pretty easy to shape out/spray paint onto a blue shirt, and combat boots would probably be simplest~ good luck <3
I actually tried spraypainting to make a Commander Rogers shirts for stealth cosplay week (cream henley with dark blue sleeves, and a spray paint that matched) and I had problems with the paint bleeding under the tape :/ But I think if I used fabric paint and a brush and used tape a stencil, I might have better luck.
I guess I also want some structure to the outfit? I'm kinda squishy, and jeans and a tee are what I wear 90% of the time. But then, I'm also VERY LAZY so I think I'll have a tee and boots prepped as a backup anyway :p
" I'm more embarrassed by this research than I am by the story, the story might be pretty good actually" well, you have my support~ i'm excited to read it either way :'D
Yay! Well that's certainly nice to hear! :D
It's just that feeling when you're researching something awkward, and you're convinced that someone is going to suddenly look over your shoulder and be like WHY DO YOU NEED TO KNOW THAT. I'm probably being extra weird about it because my feelings about pregnancy lean toward NO GOD KILL IT WITH FIRE, and because I'm that particular kind of fat where a lot of people think that I'm pregnant. :/
ANYWAY. I'm excited about this story, because it's mpreg but not mpreg, and I think it'll be really different and interesting, which is always what I aim for. <3
c/c, 9 or 16? :)
9. … confessing a fetish (since I did 16 for desidesidesi)
"We need to talk."
Phil's stomach drops. Immediately, he runs through everything that's happened in the last month, every moment or expression or word that might have given some indication that anything was wrong, but he comes up blank. Clearing his throat, he asks casually, "Oh?"
Clint flops down on the couch beside him and folds into the opposite end with a tense expression. "It's... It's kinda weird. And I'm not saying that we have to, y'know, do anything about it. Just... please don't laugh at me, okay?"
"Of course not," Phil promises, frowning. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, it's just..." Clint takes a deep breath. "Okay, so, when I was fourteen, there was this one stop where the circus was set up next to this classic car show. It was huge. Rows and rows of these gorgeous, shiny, sexy cars. I mean, they're supposed to make you think about sex, right? Except that I didn't just... It wasn't just that... I mean, they made me want to..." Clint heaves a sigh and rubs at his eyes. "I dreamed about them. About the fucking cars. About fucking in the cars. And on them. I wanted to... I wanted to rub my dick all over the vinyl seats and get come on the grille."
Phil's mouth goes dry. He doesn't necessarily have a thing for cars, but he definitely has a thing for Clint being turned on, whatever the impetus. He swallows and wets his tongue enough to ask, "Did you?"
Clint looks up sharply, his face flushed. "Yeah, I did. Snuck out in the middle of the night and jerked off on a sixty-nine Pontiac. Cleaned it up before I left, but I swear I stood there and stared at my jiz on the front end of that thing until I got hard again. It was amazing."
There's so much more that Phil needs to know, but what he asks is, "Are you telling me this because you want me to buy you a sixty-nine Pontiac? Because I think we can make this happen."
Clint fixes him with a level stare. "I'm telling you this because there is a garage full of beautiful cars in the basement of this tower, and I've spent every spare second since we moved in thinking about fucking you over one of them."
Oh god. "Stark would kill us."
"Stark would beat off to the security footage and get us a car for Christmas," Clint says, and he's probably right. "And anyway, like I said, we don't have to do anything, I just... Y'know, it's a thing. I like cars, and having that whole floor of them so close... It's distracting."
Phil thinks about it for a total of one whole second. "You get the lube. I'll get the handcuffs."
Clint grins. "God, I love you."
"so basically, Jeremy Renner plays Clint Barton in all of his movies except for Avengers" wait i'm so confused. how??
'cause he didn't really play Clint in The Avengers, yet in all the movies i've seen where he's a spy/secret-agent/something he's so Clint it's impossible to unsee
benevalyn replied to your post:On a scale of 1-10, how bad of an idea would it be...
why not see if anyone’s looking for a flatmate online first on those flatmate sites? see what areas/etc. people are looking for~
*pets face* I've been doing that until my eyes bled for the past week and a half.
5, 7, 8, 19 :)
5. what would your mutant superpower be? - Telekinesis. NEVER HAVE TO GET UP FOR THE REMOTE AGAIN. At least, that's what I'd want it to be. I'd probably end up with, like, the ability to communicate with cats, which is lame because the fuckers would never do what I told them to.
7. who do you think has the coolest superpower? - Psylocke. I mean, physical manifestations of telekinetic energy? YES PLEASE.
8. favorite story arc? - ooh... I actually really love all of the old-school Phoenix stuff? It's problematic in a lot of ways, but it's a good X team arc and has a real sense of scope that's hard to find, even in some of the other galactic-stage stories.
19. what would you say to stan lee if you met him? - True story: I have met Stan Lee. Sort of. At Dragon Con a few years ago, we were at the Marvel crossplay photo shoot, taking a big group pic, and all of sudden we hear, "Mind if we cut in?" And the group looks over and lets out a collective shriek because MUTHAFUCKING STAN LEE IS STANDING RIGHT THE FUCK THERE. So he popped in a took a few pictures and hugged girl!Spider-man, and we all died of joy. I didn't get a chance to talk to him, but, if I ever did, I would probably just hug him and say, "Thank you for everything."
"I was never very good" is exactly what modest people say! :P oohh you should try piano if you ever have the time! i mean, piano lessons and stuff are expensive, probably even more so in america, but even though pianos are expensive, there are lots of free tutorials online (e.g. youtube, the home of every tutorial ever hehe). what's working at a music school like though? :D it sounds really fun
I could probably be decent if I tried, but I never really had the motivation or discipline to practice, honestly. Also time. Time is something I do not have in abundance. :/
Working at a music school is definitely an adventure. I work in student services, so I get to deal with a very wide variety of people and some mind-boggling administrative challenges. It's also a non-profit organization that's undergoing some massive expansion, so that comes with its own quirks. I love love love the people that I work with, though, and that makes a huge difference. Our office has random pictures of John Stamos hidden everywhere, and we play an on-going game of hide-and-seek with a Hawkeye action figure. (Which we do not call 'Hawk-and-Seek', but we totally should.)
