Someone needs to write a fic of a battalion of superheroes randomly showing up at Sam’s doorstep because they have nowhere else to go.
"Hey Sam… so Pepper threw me out of my house and Rhodey’s on vacation in Mexico."
"Steve has spoken much of you Son of Wil. Do you wish to do battle against my adopted brother?"
"So… show an archer these wings I’ve heard so much about."
And Sam cursing Steve and Natasha in the depths of his soul because they started the trend and then told all their friends about it.
Beauty or brains?
Fuck that, it’s not a dichotomy. Let’s not act like mascara glues girls eyes so shut that they can’t read a word of Dickens or solve a trig problem. Let’s talk about how no boy has ever been asked if he’d rather get his Bachelor’s or get married; no boy has ever been told that he’s too handsome to run for office. So why cover up my tits so you can take me seriously?
Beauty or brains? I’ll take ‘em all, thanks.
Yes, yes. Very nice. But I’m just gonna add my favorite wardrobe change.
Bob Ross is the one and only boss!
"A goaltender can’t win a game, he can only save it "