Why is this making me want Bucky Barnes/Eliot Spencer buddy fic?
OMG, you too? It’s gotta be the hair and the shirt.
It’s a very distinctive look.
Gotta be.
Can’t you just picture it though? Hitter buddies hanging out, doing their thing, and neither of them really talking about their past, but every now and then Bucky does something in such a way that reminds Eliot of something familiar from a job or two, but… nah couldn’t be…
Title: The Cyborg Arm Job Rating: Teen and Up Summary: The Leverage crew run into a new friend, find some buried treasure, and fight some Nazis. It’s a pretty good day. (Leverage/MCU crossover) Warnings: None.
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They found him in the middle of a bar fight. He was in the middle of the bar fight as well.
“This is a gastropub!” Eliot yelled, charging out from the kitchen. “There are no bar fights in a gastropub!”
“Man, I don’t think he cares,” Hardison said. He was watching the fight from a distance with an almost philosophical look on his face. Most of the table settings in the immediate area were already broken, so that was no longer of any concern, and he’d never liked that pattern anyway (it had been a compromise betweeen Eliot’s desire for square plates and Parker’s desire for lots of flowers, and nobody ended up satisfied).
according to hetero dating law the girl shouldn’t pay for her meal which, logically, means that if two girls go on a date together nobody pays and they get everything for free but the catch is that they have to stand the whole time bc no one can pull out a chair
the adhd x anxiety x depression love triangle is called comorbidshipping
anxiety and depression are childhood friends and anxiety is in love with depression but then adhd the new transfer student takes depression’s heart. not that depression will admit that because depression is going to be a tsundere
Romeo and Juliet: For never was a story of more woe/ Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Julius Caesar: For never was a story of more blood and guts/ Than this of Rome and her Julius.
Othello: For never was a story with more calling an innocent lady a ho/ Than this of Desdemona and her Othello
Macbeth: For never was a story of more death/ Than this of Lord and Lady Macbeth.
Titus Andronicus: For never was a story more ludicrous/ Than this of Titus Andronicus
Richard III: For never was a story of less chill/ Than this of Richard and those he killed
King Lear: For never was a story more weird/ Than this of three girls and their dad, King Lear
Antony and Cleopatra: For never was a story of dying in more agony/ Than this of Cleopatra and her Antony
Coriolanus: For never was a story of more gayness/ Than this of Aufidius and his Coriolanus
Hamlet: For never was a story more overblown/ Than this of Prince Hamlet and the Danish throne.
TIL: apparently at some point in the past (century?) it was popular for home bathrooms to have a little hole in the medicine cabinet labeled for razor blade disposal, and people would just drop their fucking used razor blades into this slot in the wall……………where hundreds of used razor blades would just accumulate???? behind the drywall????????
so now people are renovating these old houses, busting out the walls, and basically finding rusty razor blade piñatas
Ok but have I never told you my FAVORITE rare book bible swearing in story???
This was told to me by the chief of rare books at LoC.
So, when Obama was sworn in he asked to be sworn in on Abraham Lincoln’s bible. This upset various Republicans bc they thought he was getting special treatment or something. So when John Boehner was going to be sworn in as Speaker of the House, he too wanted to be sworn in on a special bible.
So, an aide from Boehner’s office calls up special collections at LoC and says Boehner wants to be sworn in on the first bible printed in America. The librarian says, “Are you sure you want that bible?” and the aide gets kind of snippy and says, “We know what we want–we want the first bible printed in America,” and kind of goes off on a tear about preferential treatment, et c. et c. The librarian says fine and makes the arrangements.
So the day comes when the bible is to be taken out of special collections and the aide shows up to retrieve it. The librarian brings out the book and shows it to the aide, who throws up her hands and says “What the hell is this!!” The librarian says, “This is the first bible printed in America.” The aide says, “No it’s not. This can’t be the bible. I can’t read it.”
To the end of my days, I will think of this unknown Republican aide who is under the impression that all bibles are in a language that she can personally read.
Incidentally, the Eliot bible predates the first English-language bible printed in America by more than 100 years.
Kimchi and Justice 