Perfection Is All Around Us

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((Fuck everything. Wifi isn’t letting tumblr load. I need to go to bed anyways. I’ll continue threads tomorrow. Love you guys.))

alanoftrebond:

thegoldenbeacon:

alanoftrebond:

thegoldenbeacon:

alanoftrebond:

thegoldenbeacon:

alanoftrebond:

thegoldenbeacon:

alanoftrebond:

thegoldenbeacon:

*gets the warm fuzzies watching the two of them, squeezing her a bit, then he thought to what would be coming and felt a little anxious. This was going to get too close for comfort*

*laughs through the romping cubs and “I Just Can’t Wait to be King”, and holds CLU’s hand tight through the elephant graveyard. And when Mufasa and Simba talk and play under the stars, she leans up and kisses his cheek.* Mufasa reminds me of you.

*swallows hard and ruffles her hair, forcing a smile* Good thing I’m not.

Why? *But she forgets the question, the movie’s still going* Oh, no, Simba, don’t go with him…

*And then… the stampede. The rescue. “Long live the king.”

“Dad, get up.”

She’s slammed the laptop shut before she realizes she reached out. And she climbs into CLU’s lap, shaking.*

No.

*shushes he gently, arms wound around her securely* I’m not going anywhere, kiddo.

*Her fingers tighten in his shirt and her face is wet.* Not allowed. N-not ever. *She lapses into silence, but it’s hard to stop crying once you’ve started.*

I can’t. Not on your watch. *pulls her back, making sure they had eye contact* I promise I’m not going anywhere.

*swallows and nods, wiping her face with a shirtsleeve, then hugs him tight again* Thank you.

*After a long moment, she pulls away to glare at the laptop.* Does it get any better?

*kisses her cheek* I’m relieved to say it gets much better.

*settles beside him again and pulls it over, hitting play. She finds herself smiling despite herself at Timon and Pumbaa.* They’re mad, but they’re happy.

That’s all that’s important in life. Find what makes you happy and go for it.

resurrectedtonystark:

thegoldenbeacon:

resurrectedtonystark:

thegoldenbeacon:

resurrectedtonystark:

If you really want to, but I’m up for talking about anything you want to. I’m all auditory receptors.

*he settles back more comfortably against the bed.* It’s good to hear your voice, gorgeous. Scared me for a minute there.

I’m sorry. *there’s a lengthy pause, trying to decide if he should get out in the open what he’s been holding in for cycles upon cycles* …You know, since I stopped trying to create the perfect system, my entire life has been this scramble to hang on. Only when I’m about to press the detonator or flick on the lighter while soaked in gasoline do I feel in control again.

*As terrifying as the mental image is, Tony understands. He has to run his fingertips against his lips for a moment before he can even form a reply.*

Because it’s the only control we’ve got left. And people want to take that away.

*forces himself to stay relaxed so he doesn’t crush his new phone in frustration over their situation* It’s already been taken away. We can’t check out, Tony. We have a child to take care of.

We’ll find something new to control. Maybe like not having our self destructive swan dives synched up like chick’s periods.

So you didn’t do it because you thought I was dead. What is this? I thought the universe revolved around me. *picks at his bed sheets* Kidding. I haven’t deluded myself into thinking you care about me like you used to.

resurrectedtonystark:

thegoldenbeacon:

resurrectedtonystark:

If you really want to, but I’m up for talking about anything you want to. I’m all auditory receptors.

*he settles back more comfortably against the bed.* It’s good to hear your voice, gorgeous. Scared me for a minute there.

I’m sorry. *there’s a lengthy pause, trying to decide if he should get out in the open what he’s been holding in for cycles upon cycles* …You know, since I stopped trying to create the perfect system, my entire life has been this scramble to hang on. Only when I’m about to press the detonator or flick on the lighter while soaked in gasoline do I feel in control again.

*As terrifying as the mental image is, Tony understands. He has to run his fingertips against his lips for a moment before he can even form a reply.*

Because it’s the only control we’ve got left. And people want to take that away.

*forces himself to stay relaxed so he doesn’t crush his new phone in frustration over their situation* It’s already been taken away. We can’t check out, Tony. We have a child to take care of.

resurrectedtonystark:

If you really want to, but I’m up for talking about anything you want to. I’m all auditory receptors.

*he settles back more comfortably against the bed.* It’s good to hear your voice, gorgeous. Scared me for a minute there.

I’m sorry. *there’s a lengthy pause, trying to decide if he should get out in the open what he’s been holding in for cycles upon cycles* …You know, since I stopped trying to create the perfect system, my entire life has been this scramble to hang on. Only when I’m about to press the detonator or flick on the lighter while soaked in gasoline do I feel in control again.

(Source: thegoldenbeacon)

alanoftrebond:

thegoldenbeacon:

alanoftrebond:

thegoldenbeacon:

alanoftrebond:

thegoldenbeacon:

alanoftrebond:

thegoldenbeacon:

*gets the warm fuzzies watching the two of them, squeezing her a bit, then he thought to what would be coming and felt a little anxious. This was going to get too close for comfort*

*laughs through the romping cubs and “I Just Can’t Wait to be King”, and holds CLU’s hand tight through the elephant graveyard. And when Mufasa and Simba talk and play under the stars, she leans up and kisses his cheek.* Mufasa reminds me of you.

*swallows hard and ruffles her hair, forcing a smile* Good thing I’m not.

Why? *But she forgets the question, the movie’s still going* Oh, no, Simba, don’t go with him…

*And then… the stampede. The rescue. “Long live the king.”

“Dad, get up.”

She’s slammed the laptop shut before she realizes she reached out. And she climbs into CLU’s lap, shaking.*

No.

*shushes he gently, arms wound around her securely* I’m not going anywhere, kiddo.

*Her fingers tighten in his shirt and her face is wet.* Not allowed. N-not ever. *She lapses into silence, but it’s hard to stop crying once you’ve started.*

I can’t. Not on your watch. *pulls her back, making sure they had eye contact* I promise I’m not going anywhere.

*swallows and nods, wiping her face with a shirtsleeve, then hugs him tight again* Thank you.

*After a long moment, she pulls away to glare at the laptop.* Does it get any better?

*kisses her cheek* I’m relieved to say it gets much better.