My cats can definitely tell I’m sick. All six of them are stuck to me like glue. Purry, clawy, malodorous glue.
(I choose to tell myself that this is because they love me and want to soothe me, rather than they want to make sure that if I die they get first dibs on the best body parts.)
It occurred to me earlier that, super serum or not, since Bucky was frozen for most of the time since 1944, he’ll have no immunity to today’s common pathogens.
I just have this mental image of him spending his first week of freedom from Hydra curled up in a huge pile of blankets on some sympathetic old lady’s couch, surrounded by tissues, alternately weeping and sneezing uncontrollably
Good news: My fancy awesome new design and editing software is up and running, as is my graphics tablet, so soon I will be able to produce new and even more awesome gifs than before!
Bad news: I’m currently so sick that even if I saw a £50 note blowing past the window, I still wouldn’t go after it. So it might be a few days before you guys get to see any sort of regular updates.
I love how the supernatural fandom dominates tumblr
I mean, they appear from nowhere, post a comment gif, and then disappear as quickly as they arrived
They’re like the tumblr version of the Winter Soldier