this week on “shane is a demon and ryan knows it”
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this week on “shane is a demon and ryan knows it”
leitner: i was almost beaten to death by an angry goth!
jon, laughing: that’ll be our gerard
what a futile attempt.
What about Mick?
Onyango Simba Lyons - Fear + Bravery Aesthetic
Mufasa: Simba, I'm very disappointed in you. Simba: I know. Mufasa: You could have been killed! You deliberately disobeyed me! And what's worse, you put Nala in danger! Simba: I was just trying to be brave like you. Mufasa: I'm only brave when I have to be. Simba, being brave doesn't mean you go looking for trouble. Simba: But you're not scared of anything. Mufasa: I was today. Simba: You were? Mufasa: Yes. I thought I might lose you.
Simba Aesethetics /./ 6
Maxtible: We are not the murderers.
Watefield: No... Just the silent partners. But we're equally to blame because we stand by and do nothing.
“You don’t want to--anymore?”
Bucky flicks him on the cheekbone and then Steve’s looking into Bucky’s eyes again, with their dozy big pupils and fine lines feathering from the corners. Smile lines, you’d think if you didn’t share a home with him.
“Tell your mind the gutter’s temporarily closed for maintenance,” Bucky says. “Come on. The arm.” His voice goes softer, needier. “Please don’t touch it. At least. Not today, I guess.”
Steve nods. “Okay, Buck. I won’t.”
“Sorry I pulled away.”
“Hey, no apologizing, okay? Not ever.”
“Really? Not ever? What if I set your kitchen on fire?”
“Our kitchen.”
“What if I set your hair on fire?”
“Our hair,” Steve says, just to be difficult, and to get Bucky to reach out with his right hand and tug a little where Steve’s hair is spiky at the top. He does, corner of his mouth turned up only the slightest bit. Steve thinks, Please. Please one day let there be smile lines. A subway map of tangling furrows, sleep and age and happiness. If Steve is just difficult often enough. If he doesn’t touch the arm and he brings home enough pancakes.
-- he's alive! i'm alive! we're all alive! (oh, this case just got busted wide open)