me, uncovering a shallow grave of moss and driftwood: hey hozier what’s the mood for pride
hozier, blinking up at the light, awakened from his slumber: the ghost of the lesbian that possessed me when I wrote work song asks that the parades be bathed in light so beautiful it is hitherto unknown outside of the golden hours, that her children be protected, that everyone has a place in the shade to rest with the fawns and magpies, and that cops are drowned.
me, tucking him back in until it’s a new moon: thanks bud
Hairdresser: We’re going to have to use a color remover to take out the blue pigment, then apply more pigment to allow for the proteins in the hair to adhere to it. Then possibly mix three different types of toners to reach the goal of your natural hair color.
Hairdresser: pretty simple
Me: this is chemistry
Hairdresser: yeah, but people don’t like when we talk that way
In Infinity War, Rocket calls the rest of the Guardians morons and later Thor is all, *earnestly* “Farewell and good luck, morons!” like he doesn’t know it’s an insult and guys, he lived on Earth with Tony Stark for two years. He knows what a moron is. That fluffy ball of sunshine just felt like being a little shit. And I now headcanon that Thor probably does this kind of thing a lot bc he gets a kick out of it.