Do you know this feeling when you stumble upon a new fic, and it's a long one, with a good summary, and lots of comments, but you don't let your hopes up.
But then, you give it a shot, starting to read, and omg, the plot is amazing, the characters are not OOC, and you're in the beginning and it means many more brilliant words, and it has a very, very good plot, the characters are true to selves, and it is a slow but very realistic building of relationship, and omg, yes, paradise is here, ring the bells, hallelujah!
So I was working, yeah that late, and then I put on Steve/Tony video for a bit of relaxing time. And omg, Civil War video, aaaaaaa! I didn't notice it was AU, so happy ending was unpredictable as I was ready to spill my tears all over my laptop, because, you know, Civil War! So run and watch this.
Srsly though, whyyyyy? You're starting to read a good story and then, it's just, whyyyyyyyy? The plot seems okay, your slash OTP (aka Steve/Tony) is captured and it seems like some mystery is involved, and Tony is freaked out by being held captive and ohhh, there is more than just your usual fear and ohhh, there is some reason and you're like, expecting something serious and then... Tony reveals his secret... He says.. I am a girl.
Arcade Fire video with Andrew being a leading character, and of course, it's tragic and makes you wanna cry. Andrew shaved his head for his fave band and the last scenes were shot at Coachella.
“I met my wife at a Star Trek convention. She was study abroad from France and spoke little English, and I didn’t know a lick of French. So, for the first few months of our relationship, we communicated by speaking Klingon.”(c)