#is oblivious

[marwoodlives]

Wait wait wait

So you're telling me

that during the Guanyin Temple scenes

a-Yao had double buns under his hat?!

[bobafvcks]

the audacity to be able to unwittingly go up to your crush’s boyfriend and ask him what kind of girl your crush likes

[numberonehalfdadinthegalaxy]

Throughout my years as the commander of the Black Order, I’ve found that one of the of the clearest indicators of good leadership is knowing when the input of others is needed in making a decision.

So facing this peculiar dilemma, my first instinct was naturally to go talk to Nebula. After all-- her and her sister seem to get along so well; I doubt that there is anyone in the galaxy better-suited to give input on this situation.

Well, barring myself anyhow.

After a brief surprise ambush-- Nebula always likes to keep me on my toes-- I explained to my daughter the situation.

Of all of the reactions I could have gotten, surprise was not exactly one that I expected.

“Gamora’s throwing a party?” Nebula asked, removing her electroshock staff from the wall with a lurch.

“Indeed, she is. A sort of Earthian holiday celebration organized by that Star-lord character that she met up with on Xandar.” I paused. “Has she not told you yet?”

“No.” Nebula’s voice seemed to take on an unusually irritated tone. “I suppose she hasn’t. Systems know why.”

But the possibility that Gamora had neglected to inform her sister of the celebration seemed so unlikely that I couldn’t help but press the issue further. “Are you sure? From what I remember, the party’s in two days; so there really isn’t that much more time for Gamora to notify you if she wants you to attend.”

“Yes, I noticed that.” Again, Nebula’s irritated tone struck me and I began to wonder if some sort of trouble had arisen between the two sisters.

“Well,” I replied, trying to smooth the conversation over again, “Perhaps she just forgot. Or perhaps she didn’t think you would enjoy it-- apparently there’s going to be an excess of egotistical space pirates and an dearth of explosions. At least that’s what she told me.”

“Yes. What she told you. Her father who she just loves.”

“Oh, Nebula” I sighed. It seemed like there was some sort of trouble between them. “You know she loves you too.”

The younger daughter frowned and shifted the shock baton in her hand as though she was considering something. Then giving a long loud exhale, she slid it back into place on her belt. “What exactly were you here for again?”

“I was wondering if I should disobey Gamora’s wishes and attend the holiday party. And since you and your sister know each other so well I assumed that--”

“Do it.”

That was surprisingly quick. “Are you sure? I mean, I am worried about your sister but I also want to respect her privacy--””

“Just like you respect my privacy by knocking a couple of times before you barge into my room?”

“Exactly,” I nodded. “I knew you would understand, Nebula.”

The aforementioned daughter gave one of her characteristic hardened smiles. “Oh, I understand all right.”

“So you believe I should go?”

“I do. Privacy isn’t a right. It’s something that you’ve got to merit by your actions and right now, Gamora’s doing a crappy job--”

“Language, Nebula.”

“--horrible job of earning it.”

“Well, I don’t know if I’d say that…” I mused.

“She left home without even saying goodbye. She stole your Infinity Stone-- I mean Gamora knows how much those things mean to you. And now she’s just ignoring us. Pretending that we don’t exist.”

Nebula spoke this last part with a degree of bitterness that saddened my heart. I knew Gamora was establishing her independence but that didn’t mean she had the right to hurt her sister in the process.

“Very well then,” I decided. “I suppose I will attend that Star-lord’s Christmas party. And I would like you to come with me.”

“What?” Nebula nearly toppled over in surprise.

“That way we could both talk to Gamora together. After all, I can sense that you two are having some sort of disagreement as well.”

“I… really? You can?”

I nodded. “Of course.” --Children really did have the tendency to underestimate their parents sometimes-- “I’m not as unobservant as you think, Nebula.”

“You... aren’t?” The younger sister replied faintly.

“Of course not. And especially not in this case. Any break in that wonderful bond my daughters have-- why it would be as obvious as a shock wave across the entire galaxy!”

Upon this reassurance, Nebula appeared to relax. “Obvious-- yes, it most definitely would be. Well then father, I suppose I will join you.”

I smiled.

--so that, as you can see, is exactly why Nebula and I are going to be crashing a Christmas party. Now, what to wear… Gamora didn’t mention any formal dress code but I suppose it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Especially if I want to make a good impression on her friends.

[completelyclueless23]

Lena: *eating ice cream*

Lena: My mouth is so cold.

Kara: *smirks* want me to warm it up for you?

Lena: *blushes* Y-yes.

Kara: *hands Lena hot chocolate*

Kara: Here!

Lena:

Lena: *dying on the inside*

Kara: This is what you meant, right?

Lena: S-sure, yep, definitely.

[pockets-are-full]

Me: *is oblivious*

Me: *is casually waiting to be flirted with*

Stranger: Are you a piece of art, because I'd like to nail you against a wall. 8)

Me: U should rly use cleats or a track or something for that, a single nail will eventually fail and damage both the wall and the artwork.

Me: *how come no one ever flirts with me*

[deducemyheart]

And John has no idea that Sherlock thinks of HIM

John sitting there ridiculously jealous of a violin but he can’t help it when he watches Sherlock wrap long, expert fingers around it reverently and stroke it with something close to passion, sometimes drawing music from it violently, other times gently, with a soft, faraway look in his eyes as if he’s holding something precious close to his heart….

And it’s times like these that John would give anything to trade places with that old violin.

[thehighpriestessofcuddles]

Me: *sitting in class, talking to the dorkfish, notices he's wearing rather loose sweatpants*

Me: (no this isn't going where you think it is) *then notices his lanyard hanging out of his pocket*

Me: *takes his keys*

Dorkfish: *notices, gives me a funny look but keeps telling me story*

Me: *sets keys in lap*

Dorkfish: *gets text from mom, needs to switch her cars* (she needs the truck) *tells teacher he will be right back and heads for door*

Me: Don't you need your keys?

Dorkfish: I have my keys *looks at me like I'm crazy and pats his empty pocket*

Me: *Waits till he almost out the door* Dorkfish

Dorkfish: What?

Me: *Holds up his keys*

Dorkfish: *pats empty pocket again* How did you get those?

Me: I almost waited till you left and just sent you a picture of them