#minstrelofthelight

I honestly think a 2.1 is really good? I don’t know. I was really surprised when I found out I passed two of the modules and I think that’s why his comment just upset me so much, I went through a really crappy time in January but didn’t want to apply for mitigating circumstances ‘cause I didn’t want to broadcast my issues to them unless I needed too and I was just so happy when I found out I passed. 

It’s Tony’s fault.  It’s always Tony’s fault.

"Yo, listen up here’s a story, about a little guy who lives in a blue world.  And all day and all night and everything he sees is just blue like him - inside and outside," he sings as he slowly rebuilds his hoard of Iron Man suits and Bruce tinkers with something in the other corner of the lab.

"Blue is his house," Bruce mutters beneath his breath, buttering a piece of bread while Clint stares at the coffee machine like it holds the name of God.  "With a blue little window and a blue corvette and everything is blue for him and himself, and everybody around -"

"-Cause he ain’t got, nobody, to listen to," Clint sings, loudly and off key while he fires arrows at targets in the gym and Natasha stretches in the corner.  "I’m blue, da-ba-dee-da-ba-die, da-ba-DEE-da-ba-die, da-ba-dee-da-ba-diiiiiie."

"I have a blue house with a blue window.  Blue is the colour of all that I wear.  Blue are the streets and all the trees are too.  I have a girlfriend and she is so blue," Nat sings, sparring with Thor.  "Blue are the people here that walk around -"

"Blue like my corvette, it’s standing outside," Thor is saying, like he’s reciting dramatic poetry while Steve lifts weights.  "Blue are the words I say and what I think.  Blue are the feelings that live inside me -"

Later, while sitting on the couch between Bruce and Tony, Natasha draped across another with her feet in Clint’s lap, Thor out on the balcony talking to Jane on the phone while Tony heckles him about using earth tech, Steve turns the page of his book and sings beneath his breath, “I’m blue da-ba-“

A bullet buries itself in the couch exactly one centimeter from Steve’s head and he yelps.

"I swear to God," Bucky says, holding the still smoking gun in his hand.  "I am going to murder the next person to sing that song."

"You could have shot me!" Steve says.

"Oh, please, I could unbutton your shirt from here if I wanted," says Bucky.  "But no more of that damn song.  I’ve killed for less.  Do not push me.”