Throwback to that one time last summer when we were in my parents’ backyard. Scout was off somewhere, probably eating grass. I was getting ready to take Gatsby’s photo. All of a sudden, Scout comes from out of nowhere, sees that Gatsby is posing, walks over right behind him — just enough to be in the frame, squats, smiles….and pees.
Scout, a troll right from the beginning.
When asked about his fear landscape
“Is Alec gay?”
Isabelle’s wrist jerked. The eyeliner skidded, inking a long line of black from the corner of Clary’s eye to her hairline. “Oh, hell,” Isabelle said, putting the pen down.
“It’s all right,” Clary began, putting her hand up to her eye.
“No, it isn’t.” Isabelle sounded near tears as she scrabbled around among the piles of junk on top of the vanity. Eventually she came up with a cotton ball, which she handed to Clary. “Here. Use this.” She sat down on the edge of the bed, ankle bracelets jingling, and looked at Clary through her hair. “How did you guess?” she finally said.
The Captain America/Puerto Rico pic AND Marvel’s majestic response
Captain America Island.