ai ai ai, it always is super frustrating to me how washed out all the characters end up whenever I do desert sun lighting. but yaaaaay you finally get to see Chupacabra :y
Canyon Jive, a fun, lively, and colorful story about coyotes just fucking everything up. just constantly. pretty much everything that happens is because one of the three coyotes in the story royally screwed up.
There are a lot of studies on linguistics phenomena like bilingual children and language acquisition, but I think that to date, the most beautiful and intriguing thing I’ve ever seen has been a group of decrepit old men shuffling around one of those big chess boards and putting their canes down to move the huge wooden pieces around, all the way cackling and trash talking one another in a German so poor I’d frankly hesitate to call it a language at all. The players were all friendly and they all looked the same - white guys with sagging cheeks and curved backs and a full variety of old age’s misfortunes on display - but from what I could hear, half the group spoke some kind of Slavic language and the other half a form of Arabic, maybe?, and those words were often captured and thrown back by members of the other group, as if this chess game had been going on years and years, and all the players knew enough about the others’ language to guess when they were being mocked for a stupid move and wanted to make clear that No sir, I know what you’re up to and you can shut the fuck up because I will win this thing and just watch me. And, of course, the oldest guy there took the time to misunderstand my interest on purpose and wink at me over the handles of his walker as he made his way to the other side of the board to knock his opponent’s bishop over - a move that provoked the same awkward hilarity you see in groups of teens - men rolling their eyes, men pretending not to see, men grinning proudly at the nerve and daring of their friend, and, I don’t know - that entire landscape - those chess pieces, those old men, both a bit rough around the edges and damaged by life and weather - I could have watched that game for hours. I think I even fell into a kind of trance at some point, lulled by the unfamiliar languages and brain-hurt by the effort of figuring out if the rapid moves were actually making sense, and it’s a good thing a sudden, joyful shout (zurück, Saddam, zurück!) suddenly signaled that a queen had been lost, and hence the game, and it was time to go back home and think about normal things - cooking and dinner and days yet to come.
Wait. Isn't boogie2988 the same guy that tried defending pewdiepie for using slurs?
eh i only vaguely remember the video where he talked abt pewdiepie/jontron/some other dude but while i didnt agree w it, i understood where he was comin from. he wasnt defending it (it wasnt the slur thing, it was back when pewdiepie made a holocaust joke & subsequently destroyed ad revenue on youtube for like eight months) or agreeing w them- from what i remember he was like “human beings make mistakes, i think jontrons claims are really out there and messed up but i cant fault him for trying to figure out what he believes in, id love to talk with him and share ideas and maybe we could each learn something” which is code for “i dont want anyones feelings on either side to be hurt even tho i know jontron said fucked up shit, i just wanna help him be better so he stops saying fucked up shit”
& yeah imo that was kinda .. tacky & not well thought out, but its par for the course w his personality which i fuckin resonate with because i have the exact same anxious tendencies. always tryin to ‘middleman’ heated arguments simply because you internalize them & you cant see another human being as a piece of shit, u just see them as you but less informed & making a mistake. i get where hes coming from but i think he shouldve taken the time to realize that vocalizing those thoughts at inconvenient times is really problematic cuz sometimes a lot of outrage is called for & just needs to happen.
basically every word boogie says sounds like a reflection of my own fuckin soul & altho i dont think it was right to make that vid about those topics, with the gentle “lets all just be friends” stance, i still rly kno where he was comin from so i dont hold it against him as being a bad person. cuz like, im the same way, it’s a flaw but it’s (in my case at least) a learned anxious behavior from being raised around loud/angry people and lots of fighting. it just takes a lot to b able to step outside urself and let arguments happen when bad behavior deserves to be confronted with anger.
You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time
you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover
another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true
feelings are for him.
Author’s Notes: I hope you like it <3. I love to hear from you guys!
“I know you can fucking hear me!” Tony’s angry voice rose
an octave above annoying as he kept repeating the words. I just wanted to be
left alone – my body ached, and I was desperate for sleep. As sleep began to
slip from my grasp I woke with a start.
“Bucky,” I whispered as I jerked up into a sitting
position – wincing from the pain.
“What?” Tony asked as confusion spread across his face. At
least I had shut him up from his tirade.
“He… he was there,” I replied half-dazed as Tony blinked
dumbfounded at the information I was providing him. “He pulled me from the
river,” I added as I stared at the palms of my hands. The pain that had prodded
into my subconscious during sleep was beginning to grow like a wildfire inside
of me. “Which means…”
“Which means he more than likely had nothing to do with
the attack,” Tony finished my sentence as he massaged the line between his
eyes. “I need to get ahold of Fury – here,” he added as he placed two pain
pills in my upturned palm before turning to head towards the door. Once he
reached it he faltered for a moment before turning back around. “Y/N?”
The sudden change in his tone caused me to immediately
look up. “Why?”
My face grew hot as I tried to hide my embarrassment. In
all honesty I didn’t have a good excuse that had driven me out into the woods –
rather a need for some sort of peace. “I thought everyone would be better off…
I didn’t…I didn’t mean to put myself in danger, but then I thought maybe it
would be for the best,” I mumbled miserably as I looked anywhere but at Tony.
“You’ll never realize how wrong you are about that,” he
added softly before slipping out of the door with his cellphone already dialing
I gladly downed the pain pills before settling myself back
into the bed with a sigh. “Bucky,” the words escaped my lips like a wistful
prayer as I slowly drifted back to sleep.
Months passed and as they did my hope waned. I was sidelined
from the search for Bucky since everyone outside of the Avengers believed I was
dead. My inability to help made me bitter, but Bucky’s reappearance and
subsequent disappearance also made me resentful towards him. Why would he stay
away after all we had been through – especially if he had nothing to do with
the attack on Steve and myself?
Steve. The thought of him made me swallow thickly as I
adjusted my sweater. I stared sadly at myself in the mirror as I tried my best
to adjust my outfit. It was Thanksgiving, and the memories of the last one along
with what we had lost since made my heart sink. I had enjoyed the solitude of
the loft once Clint had convinced Tony I should have my own space again, but
now I found my mere presence in it to be an exhausting memory of the emptiness
inside of me. I bit my lip nervously before turning on my heel to head to the
As I walked towards the house in the early morning light I
couldn’t help but feel as if something or someone was watching me. I paused
nervously to scan the tree line before sighing to myself and continuing on my
way. Since the accident I had had an eerie sense that someone was near to me at
all times – which was usually somewhat true with Tony’s constant hovering. In
all honesty I was probably the safest I could be with everyone back together,
and I was looking forward to spending time with everyone. The loft had been
As I opened the door I was greeted with a barrage of
hellos as Thor closed the distance between us and snatch me into a bone
crushing hug. Once the merriment had calmed down and the men settled back into
watching football while quarreling over the latest political moves to
neutralize terrorist organizations like H.Y.D.R.A., Nat and Wanda settled
beside me in the far corner of the room.
“How are you?” Wanda asked quietly as she gave my hand a
“I would be a lot better if someone could put me to use,”
I grumbled bitterly as I looked over at Tony. “Is there any news?” I asked as I
turned to Nat.
She shrugged uncomfortably – clearly unsure how to proceed
with the conversation. “Bits and pieces of intel have floated in about activity
happening at H.Y.D.R.A facilities that we once thought to be inactive.”
“Activity?” I stuttered dumbly – thrown off guard by this
information. My memories flashed back to the situation I had once found myself
in at one of the supposed inactive facilities.
“Activity in the sense of – there are bodies when we get
there, and the compounds are almost completely destroyed,” she added with a sly
“Bucky…” I whispered to myself.
“I’m almost certain it is, but his behavior is too erratic
for us to pinpoint where he will go next. He’s even been able to uncover
compounds we had no idea about. It’s clear that he is looking for something.”
“Or someone,” I added as I focused my gaze on a worn spot
in the rug below my feet.
“Do you think he’ll ever come back?” I asked as I felt the
hopelessness bubble inside of me at the sound of the words.
“Maybe,” Nat responded quietly with a reassuring squeeze
of my hand before we lapsed into silence.
I found myself in a familiar scene as I stared out the
window, and watched the shadows grow in the waning afternoon light. Except this
time Steve wasn’t there to reassure me, and Bucky wasn’t coming back. I sighed
sadly to myself as I turned to make my way to the dining room where everyone
was preparing their plates. As we all went through the motions of celebrating
we struggled to not address the sense of loss that saturated everything. A
sudden clink of a glass caused me to jump as I looked around the table.
“If I could have everyone’s attention for a second,” Tony
announced awkwardly as he stood and raised his newly poured glass of wine.
“We’ve lost more this year collectively than we could have ever imagined.
Through that loss we were reminded of those that we still have and for that we
are grateful,” his voiced cracked as his eyes swept around the table –
lingering on me longer than any of the others. “I am hopeful that some of what
we lost will find its way back to us, but in the meantime I’m thankful for
those I get to share this meal with. To Steve – to Y/N,” he added as the others
followed in unison before everyone lapsed into silence as they began to pass
around bowls and pans of food. I could feel the tightening in my throat as my
hands began to tremor slightly – the tell-tale sign of an episode. I needed to
be away – if only for a moment.
“If you’ll excuse me for a second,” I muttered as I
cleared my throat awkwardly before rising from my chair. I had put up a reassuring
hand on Tony’s shoulder, before slipping from the dining room to the living room,
where I grabbed my jacket, before slipping into the crisp autumn night.
This was normal behavior for me… Clint and Laura were
accustomed to it since I spent nearly every waking hour with them. Since the
night I had wandered into the woods and almost drowned before Bucky had rescued
me I had taken to wandering through the woods around the house as a way to calm
myself. Between the night terrors that had intensified and the sudden
paralyzing fear that gripped me without warning I had become quite accustomed
to the solitude. I sometimes imagined that perhaps Bucky would appear from
behind a tree and tell me he was back, but I never really put much merit into
the thought beyond a small childish hope.
At the sound of a branch crunching underneath a careful
footstep behind me I turned with a full force roundhouse kick only for my leg
to be stopped by a hand in midair. “Careful doll,” a familiar voice drifted
through the shadows as the hand immediately released my ankle causing me to
stumble back in surprise as I stared at the man before me. He was scraggly and
dirty from months on the move – it was easy to see that he hadn’t taken good
care of himself, but underneath all the bruises and grime I knew exactly who it
“Bucky,” I said so quietly it was almost inaudible.
“Y/N…. I’m… I’m back,” he answered hesitantly – unwilling
to close the distance between us. He looked as if he had seen a ghost as he looked at me in silence. When he finally spoke again it was with great hesitation.
“I need to talk to you about your father,” he
added and my heart dropped.
News of your disappearance spread like wildfire, your parents didn’t know how to react, they didn’t know how to tell those back at home that you were now missing. But they weren’t the ones to spread the news, sadly the news spread quicker than expected. Headlines blew up the United States, “Young Girl Missing in Europe.”
There was only a picture of the girl, and a small story. Peter had soon read the story, his new friend, Ned, showing him the headline. “That’s-s Y/N… “
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Ned quickly handed his phone back to his mom, “do you think they’ll find her?”
“She promised she would be home on August 13.” Peter had been broken from the news he received, he didn’t want to talk about the fact that his best friend was now missing. “Hey Pete, I just heard the news, I’m sorry honey.”
Peter didn’t react, he only sat there, looking at the purple popsicle that sat on his bedside desk. “She’ll come back.”
Aunt May wanted to hug her little nephew but all she did was sit down next to him, putting her arm around his shoulder.
3 months had soon passed, it was now 3 days into the school year, Peter knew you weren’t coming home. Her parents came home from Europe, and Peter wanted to run over to see if his best friend was there, but she wasn’t.
Peter turned to the table, sitting down and now doing his homework, a knock came on the door, May stood up from the sofa, pulling the door open to see Y/N’s mom standing there, a red cup of popsicle sticks in her hands, her cheeks stained red.
“Y/N would want Peter to have these.” Peter stood up, walking towards the door, watching as Y/N’s mom handed him the cup, it was full of the multiple popsicle sticks, each one a different color or some have the same. “Oh.. um.. Thank you..”
She wiped away a tear from her cheek, and turned to look at May, she gave her a hug, and walked out of the room. Peter set the cup on the table, looking at the facts he had given to his best friend, each one better than the last but it was undeniable that his favorite was either about the turtles or that coca cola was originally green.
“Time for school, Peter.” Aunt May placed her hand on Peter’s shoulder and they both prepared to leave for school.
“Time for school, Peter.” Peter nodded, following Aunt May out of the apartment, your mom sat there, reading the mail in her hand. “Good Morning May.”
“Morning, how are you today?” She smiled and put the mail down on her side, “I’m good, almost done packing.”
Ever since Y/N disappeared everything changed in your family, your parents started to fight, blaming each other for you going missing, but they eventually split up, and now your mother is moving out of the apartment. Peter wanted to help every opportunity he got, he would sometimes help her take out the trash or bring her for lunch.
Peter looked down at his phone, today was August 13,more than 3 years since you went missing. “Peter, you gonna come and see me at the new house?”
Peter snapped back into attention, “oh, yah, uh of course.”
“You guys better get going. I’ll have to invite you over some time soon for a housewarming party.” A smile traveled onto her face as she pulled the apartment door open. Peter nodded in agreement and followed Aunt May downstairs as they prepared to leave for school.
“It’s gonna be your first day of school!!! You ready to be back?” Aunt May was more excited that Peter got to get out of the house, and she got to be alone.
They walked out to the car, Peter got in the side and waited for Aunt May to start to drive him, once she was in, she started the car, pulling out of the small parking garage and into the crowded road. “I’ll see you when you get back home, just take the trolley, yeah?”
Peter nodded and jumped out of the car and walked up to the school. He saw his best friend Ned, standing there fiddling with a hat on his head. “Calm down Ned, you look fine.” A smile traveled to the young man’s face, “let’s make this year good.”
“It’ll be great.” Peter’s eyes traveled to see Liz walking into the school, her best friend Michelle at her side, they were giggling along as they walked into the school. Liz looked towards Peter, she moved her hair behind her ear, smiling at him.
“It’s going to be the best year yet.”
SAME TIME, JUMPING TO SLOVAKIA
Black Widow had control on the large rover, Hawk Eye shooting arrows from the back, they sped through the snowy woods, the same rover following behind them with the enemy in it. One of the enemies came flying up from the side, almost in an Iron Man suit, but instead he only had a jetpack on his shoulders.
Black Widow reacted quickly, pulling the door open and kicking the man in the chest, causing him to fly back in the air. Iron Man came across the front, hitting someone off the rover, and soon Hawk Eye had to do the same, kicking someone off the back of the car. The car drove up to them, Hawk Eye couldn’t react in time, they started to fire an alien gun at the car, Black Widow swerved the car, confused on what was happening.
“Get it under control!” Thor was soon in on the action, jumping on the other car ad destroying the large gun on the top of the car, with his large hammer he soon hit the person in the driver seat, causing them to swerve.
Thor jumped off the car, landing on a watch tower and fighting 4 people. Iron man was doing the same, but circling the area around the car, Captain let out a scream from the back of the car, his motorcycle coming to the side of car.
Cap passed the car and joined Thor on the front lines, grabbing people and dragging them by the car. He soon through him at another one of his comrades, and his shield was thrown at a small base, causing a small explosion. He grabbed his shield from the ground, following behind Thor as he hit his hammer on the end of a vehicle causing it to flying upwards in a explosion.
Black Widow followed closely behind, Hawk eye still firing arrows into the enemy sidelines. Hulk let out a scream from the side as he picked up a vehicle, throwing it into another vehicle. They jumped over a large barrier, causing the avengers to now run into the forest without the car. Tony running ahead, scoping the area for other enemies.
He flew up in the air, looking at a large building plastered to the mountain, he started to locate a weak point where they could enter. He hit the side of the building causing him to bounce off as a blue holographic shield appeared. “SHIT!”
“Hey! Language.” Cap yelled on the other end of the line as he drove into the deep woods. “Jarvis what’s the view from upstairs.”
Jarvis focused on the building, looking at it from a space shuttle, “the central building is protected by somme kind of energy shield.”
The Avengers sighed as they watched Strucker’s men charge at them, “Strucker’s technology is well beyond any hydra base we’ve taken.” Thor started to fight a few of the enemies, “Loki’s scepter must be here. Strucker couldn’t mount this defense without low loss.”
The enemies behind Thor soon disappeared, he caught his hammer and waited to approach more people. The alien guns started to fire at the Avengers, Black widow threw a grenade towards the car of people, they flew up into the air, screams coming from all of them.
“Long last is lasting a little long boys.” Black Widow stated as she looked at the situation around her, Hawk Eye joined her, firing an arrow into a tank, killing the main shooter, “think we lost the element of surprise.”
“Wait a second, no one else is gonna deal with the fact that Cap just said language.” Tony stated from atop the building, “i know..”
Cap let a smirk come onto his face as he drove into the oncoming traffic, he jumped off his bike, throwing it forwards a car that was charging towards him. “Just slipped out..”
“Sir. The city is taking fire” Jarvis spoke lightly, “Well, we know Strucker’s nothing to worry about civilian casualties. Send in the Iron Legion.”
“Sir. There is a enemy causing mass amounts of energy.” Tony acknowledged Jarvis’ comment, “send in Scarlet Witch.”
“Already on it Stark.” Scarlet Witch approached from the side, circling the supernatural energy. She looked closely, it appeared to be a girl, her hair moving in the vicious winds she was creating, eyes glowing a bright blue as she stood in shock.
Her eyes traveled to see Scarlet Witch, she stood and watched the girl. The young girl’s hand flew up, a vehicle now flying towards Scarlet, she ducked quickly, landing in the melting snow. “Stark, she is like me.”
“Hawk go help her.” Tony kept circling for a vulnerable way into the building, but he was still stuck, “wait. She might be the one we are here for.”
Scarlet stood up, looking at the girl once more, her eyes still glowing. “I dont think she knows of her actions.”
“What do you mean?” Cap spoke lighlty, heading towards Scarlet Witch, “I didn’t exactly know what I was doinng. There is no sure way to find out what side is good and what side is bad if you’ve only fought for one.”
“Jarvis measure her vitals.” Jarvis did as Tony said, measuring the young girls vitals, “sir, she appears to have an immense amount of electric voltage coming from her neck.”
Tony flew back towards the radioactive currents, “is it running on a certain time schedule? Shocking at certain intervals.”
Jarvis focused in on the girl’s neck, there were no steady shocks for a certain amount of time, as the girl resisted attack someone, a generated shock was sent through her body. “It appears that when she resists attacking, the shocks are generated.”
“Get the collar off of her Scarlet.” Scarlet looked at the thick lined collar on the girl’s neck, “how am I supposed to do that?”
Jarvis spoke lightly, “there is a vulnerable point at the back of her neck?”
Scarlet Witch reacted quickly, but the young girl was quicker, she looked at the girl and lifted both of her hands up, causing Scarlet to fly in the air. She let out a scream as a swirl of wind started around her. It started slow but it moved faster, the tornado grew in size, ripping the trees from the ground, picking up the white snow fom the ground.
A scream escaped the tornado of whirlwind, panic reacting in Scarlet as she didn’t understand the emmence power coming from the girl. “Jarvis. Identify who she is.”
“On it sir.”
The tornado started to move, picking up a vechile with it, the girl was in a panic, her eyes turned back to their regular color. She looked into the tornado, almost as if she was looking for something, she reached her hand into the whirlpool of wind, her hand latched onto Scarlet’s as she tried to pull her out.
Scarlet looked at her with twrror on her face, her heart racing outside of her chest, “you are okay-y.” She spoke with a cracked voice, “I’m gonna help you out.”
The girl had a reassuring smile on her face, trying to comfort her as she reached for her other hand.. But a loud buzzing came from the collar on her neck, sending a current through her, her eyes shot back to the blue color.
“No.. No..” Scarlet spoke as the girl let go of her once more, throwing her into the swirl of wind and snow. In a moment, everything stopped, the earth slowed down, the tornado disappeared, causing Scarlet to fall from an unbelieveable hieght, Tony catching her.
Behind the girl stood Cap, the collar in his right hand, her eyes slowly fading to their previous color, she started to fall backwards, soon being caught by Cap, “I got you, I got you.”
Tony set Scarlet down, all of them soon staring at the girl, each one of them shocked. “I’ve identified her.”
“Who is this girl?” Cap looked up at Tony as Jarvis displayed a file of the girl on Tony’s screen, “her name is Y/N Y/L/N. She went missing from London around 3 years ago.”
“Where is she from?” Cap stated as she stared at the girl, hoping he could soon return her to her proper home. The young girl stirred a little, her eyes slowly coming open as she mumbled a word, “Queens.”
Ok, another person just reblogged one of my posts saying Wanda didn’t help create Ultron.
Here’s an easy way to tell:
-Wanda gives Tony vision, Tony panics and takes the scepter to protect the team. Later states before then, Ultron was just a dream-
-Wanda DOESNT give Tony vision, he hands the scepter over to Thor, Maximoff twins try to fight Avengers, probably lose, movie is over. Ultron is still a dream-
“But Tony would have made Ultron eventually!” You yell.
Sure, I mean he is Tony Stark. Except, this time the scepter isn’t involved. Which the move literally tells us is what went wrong. And Tony creates Ultron. A program similar to Jarvis, except this time, instead of protecting Tony, this one protects the planet. Of course, this is hypothetical; but look at Vision. Created by just adding destroyed Jarvis’ schematics to what Ultron was doing.
Okay but Google with a cat
Like someone puts a cat in his lap and it begins to purr and he just
“Why is it vibrating???”
“Google it’s purring”
“Is it attacking me”
“Objective added: Destroy all felines.”