arctic monkeys (2013)
arctic monkeys (2013)
Nelson Mandela dies at 95
Former South African President Nelson Mandela has died, President Jacob Zuma announces.
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Photo: Mandela takes the oath on May 10, 1994, during his inauguration in Pretoria as the country’s first black president. “The time for the healing of the wounds has come,” Mandela said. “The moment to bridge the chasms that divide us has come. The time to build is upon us.” (Walter Dhladhla / AFP - Getty Images)
Skeptical Sleeping Warrior
technically, sid shouldn’t be on the blackbird, or leaving the institute at all, but for the last forty eight hours his senses have been screaming at him to go to the middle of fucking siberia to find — someone. he doesn’t know, but when he went to mario, mario then found readings pointing to particularly strong mutant manifesting in some industrial town in the middle of nowhere, russia.
that’s why he’s shuddering, head pounding, in the back of the x-jet hoping that finding this new mutant soon, because he can’t tell whether he wants to puke from psychic feedback or the concussion that continues to linger from the bad hit from a few months ago.
when they land in magnitogorsk, the feeling of foreign panic rises, and sid frantically focuses, hands flat on the cold steel of the jet while someone above him talks to him in french — flower, maybe, or vero — and he pulls everything in.
"i found him, he’s two kilometers away," he says after a few seconds, focusing in on the feeling of steel and warmth and being pulled north. "he’s nineteen, and he — i think he can control metal, but he doesn’t — he’s never done it before, he doesn’t know what’s going on, he’s afraid —"
"that’s enough, sid," mario tells him from somewhere above his head, but then there’s a spike of huge intense fear, and sid just can’t anymore.
please, he thinks as loudly as he dares, forcing down the nausea, please please calm down we’re coming friends help please shh you’re okay you’re okay
and in a mind two klicks away, surrounded by lampposts turned towards him like flowers towards the sun, evgeni malkin thinks back in a burst of tangled russian and panic and confusion, okay?
yes sid thinks, you’re gonna be okay.
"But a mermaid has no tears, so therefore she suffers so much more" by Marie Zucker
she means sex.
AHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE
YOU’VE INCEPTED ME INTO THIS PAIRING AND I HOLD REGRETS
things i should do:
things i’m doing
that wasn’t a goal guys
the door to segs’ apartment swings open, and jamie nearly drops his six-pack of beer when he sees tyler’s face. jamie’s comfortable enough in his dumb feelings about tyler to know that objectively speaking, panic isn’t a good look for him. neither are weird smudges.
"so, uh," tyler says, mopping at his forehead and making the black mark spread even more, "i was making pasta."
jamie looks at him for a moment, before finally choosing, instead of what the fuck were you thinking, to say, “but you can’t cook.”
"i wanted to do something nice for you!" tyler protests. "i figured boiling water and putting sauce in a pan would be easy!"
jamie frowns at him, reaching out with his thumb to rub at the smudges on tyler’s forehead before a weird smell reaches his nose and makes him pause, not quite touching tyler’s face. “did you set something on fire?”
tyler winces. “maybe? but only a little one. it’ll be fine.”
"dude," jamie says, and then stops, because really, that’s all that needs to be said.
tyler twists his lips, looking at a point somewhere over jamie’s left shoulder. “sorry i fucked shit up, i just — i wanted to surprise you.”
"no, man, this is great," jamie says, finally making contact with tyler’s neck, a thumb fitting right under his ear without any conscious thought. "i mean, maybe we should get takeout, but you — thanks." he finishes awkwardly, voice trailing off.
tyler seems to get it, though, because he grins at jamie, the big blinding one that when jamie had seen it on segs’ first day in dallas, he had known he was fucked. he feels equally fucked right now, incapable of doing anything but smiling back.
Avengers Annual #1 (2013)