What happens when I think about stuff too much. Or obsess. Or ramble about theatre. Or pretty much do anything I feel like. I tend to the chaotic.
Emendationes libenter non patimur.
“Was that pepper spray? PEPPER SPRAY? Clint why wasn’t I given pepper spray?”
“Coulson said you weren’t allowed to have any.”
“So I have access to all the pointy and explosive weapons in the S.H.I.E.L.D. armoury… but I’m not allowed pepper spray?”
“Not since Sitwell caught you trying to spice up his lunch with a can of it. Fury said you were banned from touching the stuff again.”
“Aw, man! Dad never lets me have any fun!”
How do you even…. ?
This is the type of stage pageantry that people pay hundreds to see. Imagine how long the costume designer took intricately put into making those dresses the people behind the scene are the true heroes of theater
The one on the right is a true work of art
AH YES THEATRE