try not to bleed on my couch

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wowzers, x

If I Had a Gun… - Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds

I am having very strong feelings about Sophie and Hardison during the concert in The Scheherazade Job.

About the way all the others have gone to play their part in the con, including Sophie, who gets up to set up the rifle but comes back. Because Hardison needs her. She’s there to watch him when the concert starts, leaves briefly, but is back in the hall just in time to give him another assured look and see him perform the solo. Considering the security on the balcony, Sophie “self-preservation is on my résumé” Devereaux could have chosen not to come back to her seat and secure for herself an easier exit in case things went south. She stayed until the end.

About the way Hardison wordlessly seeks reassurance from Sophie (she’s a terrible actress, but she knows about the stage, she knows about the spotlights, and the jitters, and the looks, and the fact the con relies on the ability to mystify an audience in broad daylight, and this must feel like trying to convince a very confident, very evil R&D VP of a threat with a folder and blank pages).

About the way Sophie looks so confident in him because she knows he needs it (and she’s a liar, of course she would look confident and this is insane, but he also trusts her when it comes to art and he is an artist – he hams it up but he wants to be an artist, and Sophie gets it, and looks impressed when he paints Nate with white whiskers, and she is an art lover with a keen eye and a petulant tongue).

About the way he “rocks” his solo and Sophie just has a look that is pure enjoyment of beauty (in fact it’s so very similar to the look she had while talking about diamonds shimmering in the moonlight on the deck of a billionaire’s yacht) and a smile that screams of quiet pride. She doesn’t seek his eyes afterwards, because whatever Nate did, it’s Hardison’s triumph. And Hardison looks all around him, beaming and making eye contact with the orchestra, at last, embracing the energy around. He knows he not only did it, but captured the room’s heart. He doesn’t need to look at Sophie at that moment, because it’s been three years, they know each other and he knows what Sophie’s face looks like when she enjoys beauty. And this was beauty.

I have feelings about these two, the artist and the muse, and the apprentice and the master, and friends, as well.

Favorite SPN episodes in no particular order.

4.17 “It’s a Terrible Life”

Rob and Rich introducing themselves as each other and not noticing until afterwards…

This friendship is gold.

Happy Halloween!

It’s Prince George’s first birthday today and within a year he has already become better than all of us. Bow down. 

Do you think every president goes through a awkward first few weeks in office when they’re not sure when’s the right time to ask if aliens are real or not?

this video was a ride from start to finish

Kevin & AJ in “We’ve Got it Goin ‘On”

"i don’t support feminism because i don’t hate men"

Because I - with the entire HP fandom - am also having Teddy x Victoire feels.

This is literally all I could think of: