“We take it that it is our generation’s responsibility to bring the nation back,” Shailee says. “Our years together climbing these big mountains has prepared us for this. We can’t do everything or be everywhere, but our team will lead others.”

a theory?!??????

DO you think ollie randall and emily crandall are the sanme person???

ok welL i have PROOF here is list, sign petition thanks

s o those are pics of both ppl and let’s compare similarites??

1. names–OLLIE and EMILY; RANDALL and CRANDALL. randall and crandall r one lietter off. omily?? ellie?? u can switch their letters and names r very close.
SO maybe ollie is descendant of emily?? since she is 1930. wat do you thinK?

2. ollie is a gruff old man. emily is shy and sad. they r both sad. COINCIDENCE????

3. the y both have important women missing (emily’s mam, ollie’s wife)

4. both wear clothes to hide?? ollie has big Hat and emily wear s white dress…

5. both hav e SHORT hair and proimnent ears

so ok, if you are not convinced, i swap faces??


SO my petiton is to bring them back but wouldest be cool if emily was a granma and ollie wa s older and they had a moment?? just my onion but i think it wod be nic e:)

PLEASE sign my petitoin!!! thanks!!!!



“Stop complaining!” Pietro yelled at Clint, who was doubled over in pain, repeating muttered remarks over and over.

Clint looked up, his eyes squinting at the light breaking past Pietro’s shoulder. “What? It hurts,” he grumbled, falling back and landing straight on his backside.

Pietro looked over his shoulder and then ducked and sat beside of Clint. The smoking car beside of them wasn’t much of a cover but it worked well enough. “You got yourself in this predicament,” Pietro scolded him while grasping his shoulder so he could see the damage done. Though there wasn’t any visible damage, he could tell the tightened core of Clint’s body was definitely knotted and there was probably a broken rib or two beneath his suit.

Pietro rolled his eyes. “I could’ve gotten you out of the way,” he said, tossing a look past the smoke, maneuvering his head left and right.

“No thanks,” Clint said, putting a thumbs up and faking a chuckle. “I can handle myself, Pietro,” He leaned against the car until he realized the surface of the bottom was completely burning up. He lurched forward and gasped a wince.

“Stop moving for once, would you?” Pietro seethed through his teeth, his usual sass having run its course.

Clint and Pietro had become partners in crime—partners in taking care of crime, that is—and usually Wanda joined them, but this time, she was with Natasha working this S.H.I.E.L.D. mission, a ‘small’ one that required two special agents of their stature. So, this little altercation had to be taken care of without them. It was going fine, until one of the assailants got lucky during an arrow switch and round-housed Clint directly in the stomach. Dizziness had struck him as well as having his breath knocked out of his body. Pietro had been there when he stumbled back and caught him.

Clint picked himself off of the ground to kneel and Pietro eyed him with fiery scold in his eyes. “Are they waiting for us?” Clint asked him.

“Yes,” Pietro said, ignoring the way Clint gripped at his stomach. “They are. If I could use my little tricks,” Pietro started, but Clint interrupted him immediately.

“No! Didn’t you hear Stark, or were you rebelliously flittin’ around or something? You can’t overdo it! Your wounds will reopen,” Clint objected sensibly.

Pietro ran his fingers through his hair only to clasp his hands over his head. “I’ll be fine, why do you worry so much?”

“Because God forbid I care about ya, right?” Clint replied. “I just want you to be a little more careful, hell, I’ll even say ‘pretty please’ if that’ll work,” Clint finished.

“We have bigger problems at the moment… ” Pietro said through gritted teeth. Pietro was thoroughly annoyed, but he couldn’t deny Clint’s comment made him blush a little. In fact, the comment made him blush a lot. Still, he had to push the comment away.

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So this happened today.

Wasn’t expecting this to happen ever again.

I am beyond honored.


Cry Reads: We Don’t Talk About Sarah by Reddit user: Bellemaus

Honestly this one is really fucking good. 

I always wanted a little sister. I would beg my parents, “Please? Pleeeeaasssee?” and they’d roll their eyes and tell me that it wasn’t as simple as I thought. That didn’t stop me from talking about it every chance I got though.

When they brought Sarah home, it was the happiest day of my life. She was so cute! I couldn’t wait to share my toys with her. I started going through them, deciding which ones were hers and which ones were mine. I borrowed my daddy’s label maker and started putting our names on each thing so we wouldn’t get them confused.

She cried a lot at first. I’d ask my parents why she cried so much and they told me it was natural. They said when she got used to us and our house she would calm down and not cry all the time. Sometimes though, she’d cry so loud that Daddy would have to take her into the basement where it was sound-proof so the neighbors wouldn’t complain.

She slept in Mommy and Daddy’s bed for the first month. Sometimes I’d try to join them but they’d always lock their door. Mommy said their bed wasn’t big enough for all of us to sleep in. I was patient. I knew the new bed with the bars that they’d set up in my room would eventually be hers.

When they felt it was safe to let her sleep on her own, they started putting her in it. She wasn’t crying so much anymore by then, and I would lie in my bed and watch her sleep from across the room. They’d take her into their bedroom first and lay with her until she fell asleep, then move her to our room. Some nights after she was moved, I’d see her lying there with her eyes open, just staring at the ceiling, so I’d go over and give her toys through the bars. A lot of the time she’d just throw the toy and then start crying and I’d have to hide under my covers before Daddy came in to deal with her.

Eventually, they started letting Sarah sit with me in the playroom. I was told that I wasn’t allowed to give her anything too small or sharp that she could hurt herself with. I was soooo happy! I would sit behind her and brush her hair and tell her she was the best little sister in the world. I showed her which toys were hers and which were mine, but she didn’t seem to care. Sometimes we’d sit on the windowseat and she’d bang on the window while I drew on it with special crayons.

School started back up at Sugar Creek Elementary, and I went but Sarah had to stay home. Mommy said she wasn’t ready for school yet. I’d come home and tell Sarah all the stuff I’d learned. I drew pictures of us playing together. When I showed them to Daddy he’d tell me thank you and take them to keep in his office.

Then came the really bad day. I’ll never forget it. I came home from school and Mommy was just sitting at the table smoking. She looked real sad. I went to play with Sarah but couldn’t find her. When I went to ask Mommy where she was, she started crying. I asked her what was wrong and she said that Sarah was gone. I didn’t understand totally, but I started crying too and told her “We need to find her!” She just shook her head and said she was gone somewhere we couldn’t go.

Daddy took her bed apart. He threw away all my drawings with her in them. He took my nametags off all the toys. Sometimes I’d find one he’d missed and it’d make me cry. I started collecting them and hiding them, but he found where I hid them one day by accident and got really mad. We weren’t allowed to talk about her. It was like she never existed. I didn’t think it was fair. I told Mommy that Daddy was mean to make us not talk about Sarah, but she said it was better that way and I would understand when I was older.

I saw Sarah again.

It was just one time, but I’ll never forget it. I was with Mommy doing some errands. We went grocery shopping then went to a fabric store in Thorntown so Mommy could look at material to make some new curtains out of. She remembered that she had letters to mail, so we stopped at the post office to buy some stamps. I was humming to myself and reading posters while Mommy talked to the lady behind the counter and that’s when I saw Sarah. She was as cute as I remembered. I walked over and looked at the poster with her picture, but they’d gotten her name wrong. Somebody had written her name down as Shannon.

I rushed over to Mommy and tugged on her sleeve and told her that Sarah was up on the wall with the other pictures of children, but she got all flustered and apologized to the lady before dragging me out of the post office. I had to shout because she kept trying to talk over me instead of listening.

“I saw Sarah! They got her picture on the wall in there!”

Finally Mommy slapped me and told me it wasn’t Sarah and that it may have looked like Sarah but I was mistaken and if I didn’t stop I’d get in real trouble with Daddy when he got home. I cried and promised to be good, but even after I promised I wasn’t allowed to have dinner and had to sit in my room that night. I heard Mommy and Daddy talking in the kitchen and they got kinda loud. Somebody started banging open the kitchen drawers and then Daddy’s feet stomped up the stairs but I heard Mommy scream “Don’t you dare!” and he stopped outside my room then went back downstairs.

We never went back to that post office and I never saw Sarah again. This is the first time I’ve talked about Sarah since that day.