greatest headline of this century
WE’RE BACK YOU SORRY BASTARDS
- The Entire Dalton Fandom As Of Right Now (via misstechnicality)
So I just finished reading the Dalton update.
Hello gondola my old friend, I’m back to cry on you again.
“I had to be here, because…I didn’t want him to be alone…” Logan’s voice broke at the last word, making Kurt look at him. Logan was clutching onto the last shreds of composure—Kurt saw his shoulders shaking with repressed sobs, and Logan’s eyes couldn’t seem to stay on the prone form across them. His eyes flicked from it, to other things in the room—any other thing in the room. “I didn’t want him to think no one wanted him back. I wanted to make sure he could come back. I don’t…I don’t really care about what he thinks, I don’t care if he doesn’t want to come back—I want him to come back—because he always…” a choke—Kurt reached out to him— “…I didn’t want him to be alone because the last time I left him alone—”
And then the wall dissolved. Logan broke down entirely, sinking his face into his hands and crying the way he had when he’d held Julian after the fire, begging him to wake up. “This can’t be happening—this isn’t happening—why is this happening?!” He didn’t even sound as though he was talking to anyone but himself anymore. Kurt stared at him and tried to rub his shoulders but Logan sat up suddenly. “I can’t—I can’t do this here, I can’t cry in front of him—”
Logan flew out the door before another word could be said. Kurt followed him, worried he would get into some kind of trouble during this hysterics; when people who’ve held it all in the way he had suddenly break, it has to flood out—it had to drain itself out.
The two of them fled down halls, one after another, making nurses and other visitors stare. Logan didn’t stop running until he found an empty side-hall—the sun shining obnoxiously bright through the windows, as though it couldn’t be bothered to understand the gravity of the situation—and he threw himself against the wall and punched it before sliding down onto the ground, sobbing. Kurt immediately moved to him, holding onto his shoulders and trying to calm him down. “Logan! Logan, come on, you have to calm down—”
“I can’t!!” Logan practically screamed back at him before shoving his face into his hands again, completely flushed with rage and the crying. “I can’t, okay?! It’s all happening all at once!!”
yesterday it was 70 degrees and today it’s snowing fuck ohio literally destroy ohio thrust this icy desolation into hell
this weekend i saw some kids driving down the sidewalk in a toy jeep and i thought to myself, “that would be fun. they should make an adult version” until i realized what i was thinking of was just cars. we already have an adult version of toy jeeps. it’s called a jeep.
ordering pizza online is the best technological advancement since the internet itself
additionally, I CANNOT GET OVER Steve’s fucking Sadness Errands that he keeps running around DC, like, his schedule literally goes
6 AM: jogging
7:15: unburden soul to total stranger, lacking better options
3 PM: visit own museum exhibit to stare at the Dead Best Friend Wall
4:30: attempt meaningful human connection with sole surviving contemporary; fail due to Alzheimer’s
6 PM: dinner for one
7 PM: contemplate own loneliness, probably
1. Steve Rogers is not just some dumb soldier who follows orders, he thinks outside the box and asks questions and considers consequences.
2. Peggy Carter had plans to eat that boy alive before he became a delicious roast beefcake in Howard Stark’s hottie machine.
3. I don’t understand people who didn’t enjoy this movie.
a delicious roast beefcake in Howard Stark’s hottie machine.