So, today was one of the worst days I've suffered through in awhile. Solution: Reese's and probably my tenth viewing of The Avengers. Mouth-yummy and eye-yummy, here I crawl come.
ETA: Can I just say that I love Mark Ruffalo as Bruce? He's perfect. Poor Bruce. Poor, poor fucking Bruce. I hope nothing bad happens to him between the end of this film and the start of Iron Man 3. Maybe he just went back to his independent style of Doctors without Borders? *crosses fingers*
Watching this, I realize I must've subconsciously had the stylist cut my hair in "the Natasha" and am perfectly ok with that. I want to just listen to her talk and watch her out-strut everyone on the helicarrier. Thighs of Death!
RDJ has beautiful, beautiful eyes--and dat ass! Mmmmmmmmmm! Also, Gwyneth in shorts? Yes, please! I like to imagine Tony and Pepper's sex life is pretty kinky. Does that make me weird?
Son of Coul. :( (Although, we all know he's not really dead, right? Right?) And Fury's still a dick for ruining those cards. Thank you, Hill, for (somewhat) calling him on it in private.
There needs to be more Clint and definitely more Clint talking whilst provocatively fingering arrows. That needs to be a thing. Also, there needs to be more Clint biceps. And ass. And maybe Clint in a bit more purple. I like purple. I also really dig the mental image of Clint and Natasha just--doing whatever athletically. Thighs of Death vs. Nocking Biceps: go!
Johnny Storm, who? Chris Evans is now and forever Cap, and henceforth everything he did prior to Cap shall be referred to only as stuff-he-did-prior-to-Cap. Also, did Evans actually get the Super Soldier Serum because JESUS CHRIST! I'm with Coulson. *swoons*
Thor. Thor, Thor, Thor. Thor and meow-meow. That really about covers it. Thoooooooooooooooooor!