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Pauses: feedmecookiesnow: not-the-blue: @fandomforoz art for @letsallsleepoverwork, who came up with the absolutely adorable idea of the hawkeyes braiding Bucky’s hair and painting his nails! thank you!!  I thought this was cute so I wrote a story for it. ** Practice on Me New York in August, Bucky thinks, is a special kind of hell. He’s laying on the floor of his apartment with the shades all drawn and a fan blasting directly on him. He’s wearing nothing but his boxers. His entire body is pressed to the cool hardwood of the floor. There’s a cold washcloth over his forehead. An iced water sitting next to him. And yet none of it is making a dent in the heat. It’s thick. It’s awful. It’s like breathing soup. “Definitely hell,” he says to the dark room. “One-hundred percent, Grade A, whole wheat hell.” His phone rings. Bucky cracks an eye open, then gropes around on the floor for it until he can stab at it. “What?” Clint’s voice echoes through the speaker. “Oooh, you sound angry. What’s wrong?” “I’m hot,” Bucky says. “My air conditioning is broke, and the guy can’t fix it until Friday.” “Oh god.” Clint sounds horrified. “That’s the worst thing I’ve heard today.” He pauses, and then says, “Well, second worst. My favorite taco guy was out of the spicy guacamole. I had to settle for regular.” “It must be hard being you,” Bucky says dryly, and Clint laughs. “Anyway. What do you want?” “I was going to ask if I could come over,” Clint says. “But I think now it would be better if you came to my place instead.” Keep reading
Pauses: feedmecookiesnow:
not-the-blue:
@fandomforoz art for @letsallsleepoverwork, who came up with the absolutely adorable idea of the hawkeyes braiding Bucky’s hair and painting his nails! thank you!! 
I thought this was cute so I wrote a story for it. 
**
Practice on Me
New York in August, Bucky thinks, is a special kind of hell. 
He’s laying on the floor of his apartment with the shades all drawn 
and a fan blasting directly on him. He’s wearing nothing but his boxers.
 His entire body is pressed to the cool hardwood of the floor. There’s a
 cold washcloth over his forehead. An iced water sitting next to him. 
And yet none of it is making a dent in the heat. It’s thick. It’s awful. It’s like breathing soup.
“Definitely hell,” he says to the dark room. “One-hundred percent, Grade A, whole wheat hell.”
His phone rings. Bucky cracks an eye open, then gropes around on the floor for it until he can stab at it. “What?”
Clint’s voice echoes through the speaker. “Oooh, you sound angry. What’s wrong?”
“I’m hot,” Bucky says. “My air conditioning is broke, and the guy can’t fix it until Friday.”
“Oh god.” Clint sounds horrified. “That’s the worst thing I’ve heard 
today.” He pauses, and then says, “Well, second worst. My favorite taco 
guy was out of the spicy guacamole. I had to settle for regular.”
“It must be hard being you,” Bucky says dryly, and Clint laughs. “Anyway. What do you want?”
“I was going to ask if I could come over,” Clint says. “But I think now it would be better if you came to my place instead.” Keep reading

feedmecookiesnow: not-the-blue: @fandomforoz art for @letsallsleepoverwork, who came up with the absolutely adorable idea of the hawkeyes...

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Pauses: *pauses System of a Down*

*pauses System of a Down*

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Pauses: I press my pupil and the game pauses.

I press my pupil and the game pauses.

Pauses: I press my pupil and the game pauses. by NightmareBSO MORE MEMES
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I press my pupil and the game pauses. by NightmareBSO MORE MEMES

Pauses: What is the laziest thing you've ever done? I was once on a US military ship, having breakfast in the wardroom (officers lounge) when the Operations Officer (OPS) walks in. This guy was the definition of NOT a morning person; he's still half asleep, bleary eyed... basically a zombie with a bagel. He sits down across from me to eat his bagel and is just barely conscious. My back is to the outboard side of the ship, and the morning sun is blazing in one of the portholes putting a big bright-ass circle of light right on his barely conscious face. He's squinting and chewing and basically just remembering how to be alive for today. It's painful to watch. But then zombie-OPS stops chewing, slowly picks up the phone, and dials the bridge. In his well-known I'm-still-totally-asleep voice, he says "heeeey. It's OPS. Could you... shift our barpat... yeah, one six five. Thanks." And puts the phone down. And then he just sits there. Squinting. Waiting. And then, ever so slowly, I realize that that big blazing spot of sun has begun to slide off the zombie's face and onto the wall behind him. After a moment it clears his face and he blinks slowly a few times and the brilliant beauty of what I've just witnessed begins to overwhelm me. By ordering the bridge to adjust the ship's back-and-forth patrol by about 15 degrees, he's changed our course just enough to reposition the sun off of his face. He's literally just redirected thousands of tons of steel and hundreds of people so that he could get the sun out of his eyes while he eats his bagel. I am in awe. He slowly picks up his bagel and for a moment I'm terrified at the thought that his own genius may escape him, that he may never appreciate the epic brilliance of his laziness (since he's not going to wake up for another hour). But between his next bites he pauses, looks at me, and gives me the faintest, sly grin, before returning to gnaw slowly on his zombie bagel. Mention The Laziest Thing You’ve Ever Done
Pauses: What is the laziest thing you've
 ever done?
 I was once on a US military ship, having breakfast in the
 wardroom (officers lounge) when the Operations Officer (OPS)
 walks in. This guy was the definition of NOT a morning person;
 he's still half asleep, bleary eyed... basically a zombie with a
 bagel. He sits down across from me to eat his bagel and is just
 barely conscious. My back is to the outboard side of the ship,
 and the morning sun is blazing in one of the portholes putting a
 big bright-ass circle of light right on his barely conscious face.
 He's squinting and chewing and basically just remembering how
 to be alive for today. It's painful to watch.
 But then zombie-OPS stops chewing, slowly picks up the
 phone, and dials the bridge. In his well-known
 I'm-still-totally-asleep voice, he says "heeeey. It's OPS. Could
 you... shift our barpat... yeah, one six five. Thanks." And puts
 the phone down. And then he just sits there. Squinting. Waiting.
 And then, ever so slowly, I realize that that big blazing spot of
 sun has begun to slide off the zombie's face and onto the wall
 behind him. After a moment it clears his face and he blinks
 slowly a few times and the brilliant beauty of what I've just
 witnessed begins to overwhelm me. By ordering the bridge to
 adjust the ship's back-and-forth patrol by about 15 degrees,
 he's changed our course just enough to reposition the sun off of
 his face. He's literally just redirected thousands of tons of steel
 and hundreds of people so that he could get the sun out of his
 eyes while he eats his bagel. I am in awe.
 He slowly picks up his bagel and for a moment I'm terrified at
 the thought that his own genius may escape him, that he may
 never appreciate the epic brilliance of his laziness (since he's
 not going to wake up for another hour). But between his next
 bites he pauses, looks at me, and gives me the faintest, sly grin,
 before returning to gnaw slowly on his zombie bagel.
Mention The Laziest Thing You’ve Ever Done

Mention The Laziest Thing You’ve Ever Done

Pauses: What is the laziest thing you've ever done? I was once on a US military ship, having breakfast in the wardroom (officers lounge) when the Operations Officer (OPS) walks in. This guy was the definition of NOT a morning person; he's still half asleep, bleary eyed... basically a zombie with a bagel. He sits down across from me to eat his bagel and is just barely conscious. My back is to the outboard side of the ship, and the morning sun is blazing in one of the portholes putting a big bright-ass circle of light right on his barely conscious face. He's squinting and chewing and basically just remembering how to be alive for today. It's painful to watch. But then zombie-OPS stops chewing, slowly picks up the phone, and dials the bridge. In his well-known I'm-still-totally-asleep voice, he says "heeeey. It's OPS. Could you... shift our barpat... yeah, one six five. Thanks." And puts the phone down. And then he just sits there. Squinting. Waiting. And then, ever so slowly, I realize that that big blazing spot of sun has begun to slide off the zombie's face and onto the wall behind him. After a moment it clears his face and he blinks slowly a few times and the brilliant beauty of what I've just witnessed begins to overwhelm me. By ordering the bridge to adjust the ship's back-and-forth patrol by about 15 degrees, he's changed our course just enough to reposition the sun off of his face. He's literally just redirected thousands of tons of steel and hundreds of people so that he could get the sun out of his eyes while he eats his bagel. I am in awe. He slowly picks up his bagel and for a moment I'm terrified at the thought that his own genius may escape him, that he may never appreciate the epic brilliance of his laziness (since he's not going to wake up for another hour). But between his next bites he pauses, looks at me, and gives me the faintest, sly grin, before returning to gnaw slowly on his zombie bagel. Über Humor 'm afraid I just blue myself. Lazy Navy Officerhttp://meme-rage.tumblr.com
Pauses: What is the laziest thing you've
 ever done?
 I was once on a US military ship, having breakfast in the
 wardroom (officers lounge) when the Operations Officer (OPS)
 walks in. This guy was the definition of NOT a morning person;
 he's still half asleep, bleary eyed... basically a zombie with a
 bagel. He sits down across from me to eat his bagel and is just
 barely conscious. My back is to the outboard side of the ship,
 and the morning sun is blazing in one of the portholes putting a
 big bright-ass circle of light right on his barely conscious face.
 He's squinting and chewing and basically just remembering how
 to be alive for today. It's painful to watch.
 But then zombie-OPS stops chewing, slowly picks up the
 phone, and dials the bridge. In his well-known
 I'm-still-totally-asleep voice, he says "heeeey. It's OPS. Could
 you... shift our barpat... yeah, one six five. Thanks." And puts
 the phone down. And then he just sits there. Squinting. Waiting.
 And then, ever so slowly, I realize that that big blazing spot of
 sun has begun to slide off the zombie's face and onto the wall
 behind him. After a moment it clears his face and he blinks
 slowly a few times and the brilliant beauty of what I've just
 witnessed begins to overwhelm me. By ordering the bridge to
 adjust the ship's back-and-forth patrol by about 15 degrees,
 he's changed our course just enough to reposition the sun off of
 his face. He's literally just redirected thousands of tons of steel
 and hundreds of people so that he could get the sun out of his
 eyes while he eats his bagel. I am in awe.
 He slowly picks up his bagel and for a moment I'm terrified at
 the thought that his own genius may escape him, that he may
 never appreciate the epic brilliance of his laziness (since he's
 not going to wake up for another hour). But between his next
 bites he pauses, looks at me, and gives me the faintest, sly grin,
 before returning to gnaw slowly on his zombie bagel.
 Über Humor 'm afraid I just blue myself.
Lazy Navy Officerhttp://meme-rage.tumblr.com

Lazy Navy Officerhttp://meme-rage.tumblr.com