and the internet sayeth unto me: cower before me, for i shall take up all your time

[gyzym]

FIRST OF ALL, today I went into the deli to grab lunch (shut up, okay, I AM ALLOWED TO ENJOY THE FOOD OF MY PEOPLE), and discovered this:



THE CHOSEN BEER. THE CHOSEN BEER. I had seen He'brew from a distance before, but never up close like this, oh my god, I almost died, dsfhsjdkfhkdsf. And then compounding this fact was the teeny tiny sign next to these boxes that read "Lenten Options: Bagel With Lox. Bagel With Whitefish. Plain Bagel."

GUYS. THE BOX. WE'RE PUTTING OURSELVES INSIDE IT.

Anyway, I had some hearty lulz, and then I decided that it was time for another episode of Funny Shit The Internet Has Given Me. Please note before we begin that

a) I own a Mac and still find that one hysterical, I AM NOT HATING ON MAC USERS, YOU WILL PRY MY APPLE TECHNOLOGY FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS
b) the two panels I ganked from the webcomic Questionable Content are copyright Jeph Jacques, and
c) IF ANYONE WITH MAGICAL ICON POWERS FEELS LIKE ICONNING THE LAST ONE, I WOULD NOT OBJECT, I AM JUST SAYING :D OH MY GOD ashism TOTALLY MADE ME THE ICON DJFHSJKDFHSDKF SCREAAAAAAAM

NOW, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO:































OH, ALSO: hermette is hosting a Multi-Fandom Round Robin Fic-A-Thon! Go write stuff and things!!

Comments

[gyzym.livejournal.com]

Danny has road rage.

Well, no, that's not really a complete thought; Steve is all about completing his trains of thought, regardless of what Danny say about how he's always going off half-cocked. He is a completest in general, trained by the SEALs and by Annapolis before them, and every ridiculous risk he takes--and he's willing to admit that there have been a few--is at least a calculated one. He finishes what he starts, Steve does. He follows things through to the end.

So really, the accurate statement is: Danny has rage. It just gets worse on the road.

Steve's willing to admit that he has a couple of control issues, Danny's not wrong about that, but that's not why he always wants to drive the car. The truth is that Danny, given ten minutes behind the wheel and the slightest hint of a traffic situation, goes from a more-or-less-occasionally-reasonable-hothead to a screaming paragon of fury. He's leaning on the horn, he's flipping his middle finger, he's yelling words Steve never even heard in the service out the open Camaro window. He goes red in the face, and the flush creeps down the back of his neck, and he waves his hands so fast and so hard that he almost always knocks the rear view mirror out of balance.

It can't be good for his blood pressure. Getting behind the wheel is Steve's duty. He's only saving Danny from himself.

[beachlass.livejournal.com]

Aw, poor Steve. *pets him* He's so responsible.

And you're a sweetheart. Thank you so much for improving my evening.