#cheeseburgerisms

the commander doesn’t look any worse than average, though average for him is worse than the average man. but it’s carol he’s assessing, eyes on her as he unlatches and pulls off the  helmet, one final deep sigh. this re-sets him  from fight mode to his resting mode of ‘ready to fight’.

❝ it’s true what they say, y’know. you never know how much you miss everything til you’ve been away for a few years. i even miss things i thought i never would. ❞ // @cheeseburgerisms

     “And that’s shocking to you? I mean, I may have grown up in the 30′s, but things weren’t THAT wholesome back then. Plus, I was in the Army. I have SEEN some shit.”

“Did I miss a memo? Or did we have a date I’d forgotten about?”

       “Hey, Carol. Have you seen or talked to Jess lately? I haven’t been able to contact her in two days. I’m worried.”

           the first thing he notices are changing leaves. it’s a rapid process, their colors shifting between greens and reds and yellows with no real end in sight. dreams were often hazy like this, minute details left unchecked as the dreamer set up whatever memory or world they’d travel through. mar-vell wasn’t here for sightseeing, however, his gaze shifting focus to a woman seated, transfixed by the same trees he had been moments prior. “carol. you’re here.” 

“C’n ‘ou pass th’ ket’hup?”

Me: C A R O L S U S A N J A N E D A N V E R S