My girlfriend just found him outside sleeping like this via http://ift.tt/1rEkHSB putyouinabettermood.com
Ooooooh, I purred it through the grapevine.
Monthly Archives: September 2014
The Mysterious Lives Of Cats Captured In Black And White Photography
Today, August 8th, is International Cat Day, and we just couldn’t let the opportunity pass without mentioning it. Every day is cat day on the Internet, so we decided that we’d bring a bit of class back to the cat pic with a list of mysterious and classy black and white cat photos.
Via Bored Panda
Challenge Accepted
She stuck her tongue out. “Unfair, low blow, Stark. I’m going to need something better than a hairdryer to warm me up if I let you pour ice over my head.” She tossed the tablet on the couch and came over to drape her arms around his neck — well, she tried to, anyway. “Ouch!” She pulled her hand away from the gauntlet and shook it. “It sparked me!”
“Whoops. Jarvis. Scanners—”
-Are running, sir.-
“Good. Need to fine tune the shield to recognize Summer’s and Loki’s baseline readings. Anyway.” He moved away from the worktop enough that he would be out of the shield’s range. “Should I have hot chocolate waiting for you? Jarvis has gotten pretty good at kitchen-y things.”
His moving meant her arms slid off his shoulders, and she growled softly. “I was thinking something a little more hands-on.” She came up and wrapped her arms around his middle, resting her head on his chest. “Jarvis can hold the camera.”
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She turns her head and grins at him, face webbed over with a lacing of red hair.
“Summer!” Winter walks up, tidy and fashionable and beautiful as always, and frowning at her twin. “I thought you agreed to go to the nurse if something happened in class.”
Summer blows out a sigh, and says, muffled, “I never agreed to that, y’all just assumed because I didn’t argue.”
Winter rolls her eyes, the same shade of green as her twin’s. “Do you need a lift home, Stiles?” she asks. “Because I’m ready to go, and if you guys don’t come now you’ll have to wait until the club bus takes everyone else home.”
It takes a moment before a stranger approaches the two of them. Stiles doesn’t know of her, but he does know that the two of them are twins. Regardless, the teen listens to their conversation with absent interest until he notices that she’s asking him a question.
“Yeah, totally,” he replies, nodding at her. Honestly, Stiles would drive to school, but he knows his regular car couldn’t do something like that. That being said, he always had to resort to rides or the bus.
“Come on, then,” Winter directs, circling the table to stand in front of them. She holds out her hands, and Summer pulls her backpack over one shoulder and takes her twin’s hand.
“Don”t tell mom,” she says, “okay?”
Winter gives her a ‘don’t be stupid’ look, and snaps her fingers at Stiles. “Come on, Stilinski, the sun is shifting.”
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“See!” she says triumphantly, although a little tiny part of her, bruised and aching and welted with scars, winces, far down inside. Of course he wouldn’t forgive her. They’re friends, and no friendship can survive that sort of thing, which is why she’s never, ever let him know.
And why she freaked out so very hard when she thought she might be projecting by accident.
“So there’s nothing else I could’ve made you feel that you’d know was outside,” she points out, and flops forward onto her backpack again.
“What? It’s not my fault I love my fries!” he shouts in reply, not caring if he’s too loud. He laughs a little under his breath, shaking his head absently. Regardless, if someone made him horny he would be in the worst position, especially because he’s got that emotion often enough anyway.
“I guess…that makes sense,” he says in reply, looking over at her with interested eyes.
She turns her head and grins at him, face webbed over with a lacing of red hair.
“Summer!” Winter walks up, tidy and fashionable and beautiful as always, and frowning at her twin. “I thought you agreed to go to the nurse if something happened in class.”
Summer blows out a sigh, and says, muffled, “I never agreed to that, y’all just assumed because I didn’t argue.”
Winter rolls her eyes, the same shade of green as her twin’s. “Do you need a lift home, Stiles?” she asks. “Because I’m ready to go, and if you guys don’t come now you’ll have to wait until the club bus takes everyone else home.”
Challenge Accepted
She narrowed her eyes at him, complete with pursed lips. “That is not what I meant and you know it. Ice water, Tony? Ice water? I hate cold. I hate cold worse than Steve. You /know/ this.” She paused as a thought struck her. “Did Loki put you up to this?”
“I’m very sad for you, but I misplaced my violin. This’ll have to do,” he replied, rubbing two fingers together. “And Loki had nothing to do with it. He’s off doing Loki things.” He grinned. “If I can put up with having my head doused, you can put up with the cold, Sunshine. I’ll stand by with a hairdryer.”
She stuck her tongue out. “Unfair, low blow, Stark. I’m going to need something better than a hairdryer to warm me up if I let you pour ice over my head.” She tossed the tablet on the couch and came over to drape her arms around his neck — well, she tried to, anyway. “Ouch!” She pulled her hand away from the gauntlet and shook it. “It sparked me!”
Challenge Accepted
Summer carried the tablet down to the workshop, glaring at the video on it accusingly. She /knew/ he was down there. “Anthony Edward Stark,” she said, “what the hell did you think you were doing?” She lifted her brows meaningfully at him and turned the tablet to show him his ice bucket video, on a loop.
He looked up from the gauntlet of the Mark VIII (he’d started affectionately calling it Enchantment Zero), turning large, innocent Bambi eyes on her. ”What? Is there something wrong with donating to charity?”
She narrowed her eyes at him, complete with pursed lips. “That is not what I meant and you know it. Ice water, Tony? Ice water? I hate cold. I hate cold worse than Steve. You /know/ this.” She paused as a thought struck her. “Did Loki put you up to this?”
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She rolls her eyes. “Okay, okay, I get it. Just, I don’t know, steal my fries one day or something.” Staring at her hands, she fits her fingernails together, then licks her lips and laughs shortly. “Be grateful I didn’t decide to make you horny or something, huh? Okay. So, yeah. I know that works.” She drags in another breath and sets about putting her shields back up.
She starts off slow, shielding out far away people, and then a little closer, and closer, until the only person she can hear that way is Stiles. It’s not really comfortable, actually, but she’s so sensitive lately it’s better this way. It’s a little claustrophobic, in a way.
He snorts, “Please, I would steal your fries on any given day. I don’t need my mind control for that.” Stiles has a smile for a moment before it turns into a laugh at her own words. He swallows thickly and then he shakes his head. “God, if you made me horny I would never forgive you, I’m just saying.”
She is shielding at that moment, but Stiles isn’t going to stop her. She’s working out her powers, working out things that she needs to fix and maneuver. Regardless, he doesn’t mind it all that much. It’s her power, he’s grown used to it over time.
“See!” she says triumphantly, although a little tiny part of her, bruised and aching and welted with scars, winces, far down inside. Of course he wouldn’t forgive her. They’re friends, and no friendship can survive that sort of thing, which is why she’s never, ever let him know.
And why she freaked out so very hard when she thought she might be projecting by accident.
“So there’s nothing else I could’ve made you feel that you’d know was outside,” she points out, and flops forward onto her backpack again.
Challenge Accepted
Summer carried the tablet down to the workshop, glaring at the video on it accusingly. She /knew/ he was down there. “Anthony Edward Stark,” she said, “what the hell did you think you were doing?” She lifted her brows meaningfully at him and turned the tablet to show him his ice bucket video, on a loop.
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Summer doesn’t try to shield him out again, right now. She deserves his anger, really; only she doesn’t know what else she might have used. She turns out her hands, and says, “I made you do something you didn’t want, so you should get to do the same, that’s all.”
He tries to ignore how he’s being angry towards her. He was the one who told her it was okay if she practiced on him, but now he was regretting saying she could. He bites on his bottom lip and looks at her for a moment before looking down, swallowing rather thickly. “I can make you walk into a wall or something, I’m not that creative right now.”
She rolls her eyes. “Okay, okay, I get it. Just, I don’t know, steal my fries one day or something.” Staring at her hands, she fits her fingernails together, then licks her lips and laughs shortly. “Be grateful I didn’t decide to make you horny or something, huh? Okay. So, yeah. I know that works.” She drags in another breath and sets about putting her shields back up.
She starts off slow, shielding out far away people, and then a little closer, and closer, until the only person she can hear that way is Stiles. It’s not really comfortable, actually, but she’s so sensitive lately it’s better this way. It’s a little claustrophobic, in a way.