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SPOILERS for the winter soldier

OMG NICK DIES?!??! HUH!?

Update. It's been an hour and turns out he is not dead. Yippie

I think I'm going to go outside and paint for three hours while I sing and talk to myself... again

I'm watching a marvel movie with my younger brother and it shows London. I stupidly say "that's not London." Like an idiot, and my brother says "yeah, if it was there would be the Eiffel Tower."....I replied with "That's it Paris!"

He denied.

I laughed my ass off.

On my wall I have scotch tape that says "moony toast" and my brother was in my room and he read it out loud but said "moany toast"

I died laughing.

I think we are all dyslexic.

im watching all of the MCU movies because I really like spider man and that led me to watch civil war and then I was super confused because I knew nothing about the MCU universe. I also really like bucky Barnes so I can't wait to see more of that. But this was what it was like watching civil war

Someone hints that bucky is really old: me

"wait. How old is he?!"

My mom:

"around 70, he is a super human"

Me:

"ah, got it."

Bucky talks about a girl and Steve hints that he is also old

Me:

"is he also really old?!"

My mom:

"yes, he is also a super human."

Me:

"ahhh, ok. I don't know much about marvel, I really only know about spider man and tony stark."

Video of bucky killing someone and stark getting mad and trying to kill bucky

Me:

"did his parents die?"

My mom:

"yes, they died in that car crash."

Me:

"turns out I know nothing about the mcu..."

The reason I could never be spider man is because I am very respected in the spider club.

They would never bite me

The beginning:

vs:

The end (this is my 9 time recreating this painting)

It's been awhile since I did art with color pastels, so I decided I would do some

"It reminded me of you."

Will looks into his cupped hands. He purses his lips. He opens his mouth. He closes it. He opens it again.

"This is, uh." He clears his throat. "It, being this fish skeleton?"

Nico nods. "Yes."

Will waits for an explanation. With none forthcoming, he looks up, intent on asking for it directly, but his tongue does completely numb in his mouth, jaw softly unlocking. From the late afternoon sun behind him golden rays shine directly into pools of what has become spun copper and amber brown; spools of shining wire surrounded by shining white. It takes him time uncountable to register the wide, round soporifics in front of him are in fact Nico's eyes, cradled in the light, watching him.

"What," Will tries, mouth dry, "uh, what? Why. I mean." He holds up his hands. They're shaking. "Fish?"

"That's you," says Nico, crowding into Will's space. Will makes a noise that can be registered only by bats, dolphins, and bush crickets.

Nico's callused hands encircle Will's wrist and his soul ascends, exiting from his body, floating away gayly away until Will snags it by the ankle and yanks it back to his mortal body. Dad, if you can hear me, I cannot stress how much you owe me and how badly I am calling in that favor. SOS. SOS. SOS. SO --

"It's small, see. Delicate."

"I'm -- six two?"

"Yeah, physically." Nico pokes at the tiny little spine. "But you're, like." He makes a squishing motion with his hand. "Crushable, you know? You just go around feeling your feelings at full force. All over the place. Delicate."

Will is pretty sure he's ghasting. Is that what it's called? Flabbering one's ghast? When you just -- kind of stand there, slack jawed, wheezing like a doofus? Maybe he is a fish. "Nico, I've got --" He makes a swooping gesture in front of his nose, trying and visibly failing at indicating a plague mask. "You know? I could poison you."

"Yeah, that's why I picked one that died from whirling disease."

"How...thoughtful?"

"Thanks."

Nico returns to the fish skeleton. He points out the eye sockets. "See here? The fish had shallow orbits so it probably had big eyes like you."

"I have big eyes?"

"Duh. You are ninety percent eye. Everyone looks at you and it's like bam. Blue. All you can see."

Will begs the red to recede from his cheeks. He can hear the echo of his father's cackling, all the way from his stupid dork ass nerd ass lame tryhard chariot, and the red continues to rise.

"You -- like my eyes?"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"Hey, look here. You can see its -- are you looking? -- you can see its heart cavity. Cool, right? Your heart is going really fast."

A high-pitched noise comes out of Will's throat, sourced from somewhere in his kneecaps, probably. They're wobbling enough.

"Yeah, I -- uh, best believe I noticed."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm vibing. Chilling, even. One could even say I'm maxing, relaxing, acting all cool. If there was a basketball net outside of a school I would be totally shooting right now."

"You're acting weird," Nico accuses.

Will laughs out loud. No, like, really laughs, it comes out of his stomach and then his knees give out and he barely manages to catch himself, hunching over, veins hot rod boiling and stomach writhing and face the color of a gently polished tomato. He may have passed.

"Oh, my gods, something kill me."

"Whatever, weirdo. Come back over, I want to show you why the rib cage is representative of your repression issues."

"Okay."

im thinking about painting mitski but I first wanted to draw her so I know how to.

A little while later the "just sketching so I get the hang of it" is finished...

This took me like an hour and thirty minutes.