file move

In Chiron’s office there are two file cabinets. Both of them have files with all the information about each camper: the date they arrived, when they were claimed, school information if they are full time campers, their summer activities, etc….the only difference is that one cabinet is filled with all the living ones and the other with all the ones who died.

And every time he has to move a file from one cabinet to another he makes sure to read all the files in the second cabinet before putting it away. It is his way to honor the heroes who are gone.

Have you guys heard about the newest adventure race craze? It’s called the Tough Mulder. Obstacles include:

  • Running through cornfields shouting “SCULLAAAAAY!” as you try to avoid helicopter searchlights
  • Programming speed dial on a several generations-old cell phone before a soda machine detonates
  • Riding a rising UFO bareback for a minimum of 8 seconds
  • Lying in a coffin for an undetermined amount of time
  • Choosing a terrible tie and tying it properly
  • Following your boo down a massive hole in the forest
  • Building a tower of dead bodies
  • Jumping on to a moving train
  • Impregnating an infertile woman
  • Outrunning a horse
  • Driving a stake through a vampire
  • Finding your sister’s clone
  • Commandeering a Sno-Cat® across the Antarctic
  • …and more!

Credit to race organizers @crossedbeams, @dangerscully, @defnotmeyo, @kateyes224, @damselindistressmya for the above (and way more, but I limited it to just the ones that made me pee myself.)


Two pictures from my 2013 March Art Folder! 
I remember being very proud of them and with the second one I realized the type of feeling I wanted my art to have. 

Take it from an old lady (me) and

PLEASE PLEASE be very suspicious of ANYONE asking for documentation of your involvement in revolutionary acts

from hashtags to mailing lists to photos to … idek anything else.

These are strange times, my friends, and shit is gonna get real weird.

Maybe, hopefully I’m being Crazy Old Conspiracy Aunt, and in four years we’ll all get in our flying cars to drive to Madame President’s inauguration.

But we can only do that if we’re not all, you know, in jail.

Riley sleeps on the couch now because I’ve had enough of her bitch-ass waking up everyone in the house as a toddler with her constant nightmares and I sure as hell am not doing this again during her childhood stage :))))))))

The Video

Note: yikes, what a title, lmao. I hope you’re all doing well! so, this isn’t entirely how it went in the movie, but I hope you enjoy it, anon! thank you for the request! comments and feedback are more than welcome! I appreciate hearing back from you guys.  ❤️

Request: hey :) could you write an angsty one shot where the reader sees videos of bucky being tortured by hydra and later brings it up to him that *you* saw them? thank you <3

Originally posted by sxy-seabass

You were just finishing up writing a mission report late at night-given you arrived an hour prior from said mission-, in extreme detail since Nick was upset that you left out what weapon you used to kill a guard last time. He was surprised when you held up your dominate hand with a shrug. So, if he wanted details, he was gonna get them. As you typed away, Tony was to your left, sorting through old files. He was moving them into the new safe Nick had brought in, when he let out a rather loud and long yawn.

A smirk formed on your lips as you looked up from your laptop. Tony was sitting in a swivel chair, stacking old manila file folders on the ground. “It’s not even ten-thirty, and you’re already tired?” You shook your head, mocking him. Nick wanted him to sit the mission out and do this for him instead. 

He scoffed and glared at you, sighing heavily. “I’ve been moving these files all day long! And he wanted to organize them by year, and some of them aren’t even dated!” He complained, groaning in frustration.

You tapped your thumbs against your laptop as you thought to yourself. You were nearly finished with your report and Tony did look tired. Pursing your lips, you turned to look back at Tony. “I’m almost done here, why don’t I finish that up?” You offered with a small smile. Tony whipped around to face you with a shocked expression. “Who are you and what have you done to Y/N?” He asked with caution, crossing his arms.

Your eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets. “You have ten seconds flat to leave the room or I withdraw my offer.” You began typing on your laptop again, laughing softly to yourself when you heard his shoes squeak against the floor, his speedy steps echoing as he ran out of the room.

After half an hour later of typing your mission report, you sent it in an email to Nick. You sighed and cracked your knuckles, stretching your arms above your head. Your body was sore from the mission and your eyes had grown tired, but you told Tony you’d finish the files. 

Walking over to the stack he left on the ground, you picked them up and brought them over, tossing them down onto the table. A white square envelope slid out of the top folder, a shiny disc catching your eye. Your eyebrows creased with confusion and you grabbed it, flipping it around to look for a name or any piece of information that told you what was on here. You opened the envelope, only to find that the disc was plain, too.

You were always a curious person. Almost everyone in the tower had trouble with accepting that, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. It was in your personality to be curious. And that’s why you sat down in your chair and slid the disc into your laptop.

Biting your lip, your cursor hovered over the play button. What if this was something bad, something terribly horrid, something you’d never be able to un-see. You’d dream of it, think of it, and have so many questions. Or what if it was the long-lost embarrassing drunken karaoke video of Sam and Tony at Bucky’s birthday party?

You quickly pressed play and sat back, anxiously waiting for it to start. 

You realized that this was not the latter as you saw darkness, The camera shook a little bit as it showed a brightly lit room - or rather a lab of sorts. Suddenly voices started coming into the room. 

One by one, a group of men came into frame. Men with lab coats. Your stomach churned and your fingers shook as you heard Bucky’s voice. “Stop! Don’t do this! I knew him!” The camera was shakily aimed at him and you could see him struggling against them. They were dragging him towards a large chair and shoved him down. You knew you needed to stop watching. But you couldn’t look away. Not now.

Bucky had a thousand yard stare, as if everything about him and his life was rushing back and he knew he’d lose it soon. A few seconds later, he was out of control and shoving a guard away from him; he was angry and unstable. You looked away and bit your trembling lip as your finger hovered over the power button, but when you heard more footsteps, you willed yourself to look again.

“Mission report.”

Alexander Pierce was there, leaning down in front of Bucky, his hand whipping out to slap Bucky in the face. The camera had a muffled sound from the person shaking so much. You figured this wasn’t actually supposed to be filmed, or it was and the person was extremely afraid to be around Bucky, or in this case, The Winter Soldier.

Your eyes filled with tears as you watched Bucky look at Pierce. He looked hopeless, he was tired and you could see a spark of fear behind his eyes as he spoke. “But I knew him.” His eyes held so much emotion, something you didn’t see when he first arrived at the tower. It took him a few months to even come out of his room when everyone else was awake. After that, it took a year to get him back to as normal as he could be, given everything that happened.

One more year, and you two were happily together. You both had grown close to each other, you helped him with his nightmares and he always stitched you up, both of you taking bullets for each other. Though the two of you were unstoppable on the field, working together like it was meant to be.

“Wipe him.” 

Those words brought you out of your thoughts and your breath picked up as you watched two men push Bucky’s back against the chair, his hair framing his face. You realized your were gripping the edge of the table when your hand started to hurt from the pressure. Tears filled your eyes as you watched them stick a mouth guard in front of him. He accepted it; he knew he wouldn’t be able to fight back.

The machine came to life and his chair leaned backwards, the electric headpiece coming around towards Bucky’s head. It fired up and you saw his chest rise and fall before he started to scream, the machine shocking him. A sob escaped your lips and your hand flew up, covering your mouth as you cried into it. He continued to scream, his voice breaking and the sound of his metal arm fighting against the restraints shot right through you.

You slammed the laptop shut and squeezed your eyes tightly, but all you could see was Bucky’s face behind your lids. You’d only heard bits and pieces about Bucky’s life with Hydra. 

Now that you’ve seen it with your own eyes, it was something you’d never want to see again.

Two weeks have passed since you watched Bucky’s torture video. You’ve become silent almost, timid around anyone. Telling Bucky about watching the video wasn’t something you wanted to bring up. But you knew he could tell that something was wrong. 

He watched you from the door, your fingers typing on your laptop as you wrote out another mission report. It’s taken you longer than usual because you kept thinking about the video. You noticed you were typing out the details from said video instead of the mission you and the team went on, and you groaned, backspacing two sentences.

“Y/N, you need to rest.” Bucky’s voice startled you and you looked up from your screen. You swallowed nervously and let out a shaky breath. “I need to finish the miss-an email.” ‘Mission report’ suddenly sounded like a terrible set of words to use, despite Bucky’s mind being cleared for the most part.

Bucky sighed and walked into the room. He stood behind you and let his hands rest on your shoulders. You melted into his touch and your lip trembled when you felt the coolness on your left shoulder. Everything you’ve been holding in finally came out. “Bucky..” Your voice broke and you tried to hold back your sobs, but it was useless. He quickly turned your chair to the side and bent down onto his knees in front of you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” His eyebrows creased with worry and his hands grasped your cheeks. You couldn’t form the words, you could only cry. Bucky felt his throat tighten at seeing you like this, your eyes filled with tears and the hiccups coming from your throat. 

He wiped your tears as they fell, giving you time to catch your breath before speaking again. “Y/N, are you okay?” He asked softly, moving his hand to yours, caressing your skin with his thumb. You sniffled and took a deep breath, huffing it out as you let your eyes fall to his metal hand in yours. You weren’t scared, you weren’t angry; just seeing him like that broke your heart.

“I need to tell you something, but I don’t want you to be mad at me.” You sobbed again and Bucky stood to his feet, picking you up out of the chair bridal style, so he could sit in with you in his lap. He shushed you softly, cradling your head on his shoulder. “Doll, you’re makin’ me nervous. Please, tell me.” He pleaded softly, looking down at you. 

Wiping your cheeks, you took another breath. “I watched a video.” You whispered quietly, hoping he missed it. But he heard you clearly and his heart jumped in his chest. He knows exactly what video you’re talking about.

He was silent as he gathered his thoughts. Your heart sank as the minutes ticked by without a word from him. Right when you opened your mouth, he did the same, only he could use his voice. “I’m not mad at you, Doll. I wish you hadn’t seen me like that, though.” He held you closer, pressing his lips to your head.

You sat up in his lap and looked into his eyes. The looked sad and he had light circles underneath them. Your hand rested on his cheek and you caressed it. “You’ve come a long way, I know that. But seeing it, it broke my heart all over again, Bucky.” Your lip trembled and Bucky reached up to rub it with his thumb. 

“Hey,” He met your eyes and leaned in to press his lips to yours. The kiss was short but sweet. “It won’t happen again; I’m confident about that now. I have such an amazing team and girlfriend that will make sure of it.” Bucky let his metal hand cradle your cheek. Even touching you with it was proof that he’s one hundred percent sure he’s okay. 

You smiled sadly at him. You sighed and played with your thumbs for a few moments. “I was hoping it was that embarrassing video of Sam and  Tony, singing horribly at karaoke night on your birthday.” You admitted bashfully. Bucky suddenly laughed, which caused your heart to soar at the sound.

Bucky’s laughs calmed and he stood up with you in his arms still, leading you out of the room. You let your head rest against his chest. “Where are we going?” You asked softly, playing with the ends of his hair. “Always so curious.” He chuckled deeply, the action causing his chest to vibrate against your side.

“Well?” You looked up at him, raising your eyebrows expectantly. He stepped into the elevator and a smirk formed on his lips.

“To watch that exact video.”

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anonymous asked:

Sooo it's pretty common to see Steve demand tony attend combat training, right? But what if at some point Nat decides everyone needs some spy training too. How to go undercover. How to break out of restraints. How to make weapons out of everyday things. How to get info out of someone. Etc. And I feel like tony would basically excel at all of these and the other avengers would have mixed reactions.

So, I kinda forgot to put any focus on the others reactions.. I just enjoyed writing skilled Tony who just wants to go back to the lab. 

Can I go Back to the Lab Now?

“I don’t want to spar with you Steve.” Natasha says, and Steve hesitates. He’s used to dragging Tony into practice, but Natasha, this is new. 

“Any particular reason?” Steve asks, she looks up from painting her nails, and waves them at him. “If Tony can’t use work as an excuse you can’t use your nails.” Steve says, Tony makes a soft oohing sound, but immediately quiets when she glares at him.

“Why do we always practice sparring, what about other skills?” She asks, and Steve blinks at her. “Escaping restraints, going unnoticed in public, using your environment to your advantage.” Tony raises his hand.

“I’m in, we should do that.” He says. Steve raises an eyebrow at him. “What? Sparring is boring Steve.” 

“Fine. We’ll practice spy things.” Steve agrees, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“After my nails dry.” Natasha says, waving her fingers at him again. Tony is running for the elevator before she finishes her sentence.

“Lab time! JARVIS fire up the fabricator, daddy’s got shit to do.” Tony calls. Natasha smiles fondly after him. 

“Okay, Madame Spy lady, what are we doing first?” Tony asks, tipping an imaginary hat to her. She smiles at him, and it’s sharp. Tony suppresses a grin. 

“Restraints.” She says, and Clint grins. This will be easy for him. Tony tosses her admantium strengthened rope. 

“Cap shouldn’t be able to break that.” He offers. Steve glares at him. “What? I had to make it fair.” Tony says with a shrug. Clint laughs. 

“Let’s get started. Everyone take a seat.” Natasha orders. Tony sits down, crossing his legs casually, and holding his arms out to her, palms pressed together. “Behind your back, Stark.” She orders, and then quickly threads the rope between the back of the chair. before wrapping it around his arms, and then uncrossing his legs to tie them to the chair legs. 

“Can I escape yet?” Tony asks. Natasha rolls her eyes. 

“Sure, you can try.” She says, and Tony dislocates his left thumb, pulling his hand out of the rope, and grabbing the knife off Natasha’s belt slashing the rest of the ropes off in a few quick movements. 

“I tried.” He says mildly. 

“What the fuck?” Clint whispers, and Steve nods. 

“I’m going back to my lab now, JARVIS stream Cap’s attempt to me, I wanna see him struggle.” Tony says, popping his thumb back into place as he heads back to the lab. 

“Unusual weapons training.” Natasha declares, flipping Clint to the floor, and holding a sharpened bobby pin against his carotid artery. 

“Can I go?” Tony asks, glancing at the fondue fork that must have been left on the floor after dinner last night.

“No.” Natasha says. “Fight me.” Tony rolls his eyes, and lunges for the table, before shifting right and grabbing the fondue fork. 

“I took out a robot with a fondue fork, I know what I’m doing.” He points out, and Natasha lunges for him a pillow slamming into his face to distract him, he jumps to avoid the attempt to knock him off balance, and jabs the fondue fork downwards. “Careful Tasha.” He teases, She makes a grab for the fork, and he let’s her, shoving the metal tip into an outlet just as she grabs on. 

“Fuck!” She shakes out her hand, dragging him to the ground with her thighs. He taps out before he asphyxiates. “Ow.” 

“I can’t beat you at sparring, but I do know how to use things as weapons Tasha.” He intones, “I’m going back to the lab now.” 

“Fine.” Natasha grumbles, grabbing a bag of flower and launching herself at Steve.

“New challenge.” Natasha decides. “We’re going to SHIELD, everyone your goal is to figure out the code to Fury’s office.” Tony pulls out his phone, ignoring the rest of her speech.

“Peach17? Why? What does that even mean?” He asks, and Natasha groans. “What? I finished your task. Seriously, what does that mean?” 

“Nobody knows.” She says, waving off the question. “We need to come up with a new task, the goal is to talk to people to get answers.” She grumbles.

“Oh, that’s what it means?” Tony mumbles, not looking up from his phone. “Who would have guessed.” Natasha attempts to glare him into submission, so he passes his phone over.

“Find out the name of the circus Clint was in.” She challenges.

“Carson’s.” Tony says easily. Clint glares at him. “What, it was in your file. I let you move into my house, of course I read your file. 

“What don’t you know?” She asks. Tony considers the question for a minute. 

“I still don’t know what TAHITI actually stands for.” He offers. She nods mildly. 

“Fine, you have to figure that out, by talking to people.” She specifies. “No hacking, just persuasion.” 

“I get it, sheesh.” He says, “See you guys in an hour.” He heads straight for R&
D TAHITI is a science based program, at the very least someone there will know someone connected to the project. Also, R&D people generally like him so there’s no reason to pretend he isn’t Tony Stark. 

Despite his expectations it only takes fifteen minutes. 

“Fury asked me to consult on that project named after a beach?” He says, after looking over someones stasis gun. “Um, TAHITI or something, I can’t remember. Gosh, who was the lead scientist on that? Simmons? Simon? Sam? Or was it Fitz?” 

“Stark.” Someone barks, and he’s dragged out of the room. 

“What do you know about,  Terrestrialized Alien Host Integrative Tissue program?” The stranger growls, she’s attractive.

“I know that’s a mouthful.” He offers, and she scowls at him. “Not much, really. Fury asked me to consult.” He shrugs.

“That’s my project.” The woman says. “It’s wrong. They keep ignoring me though, they won’t shut it down. After Coulson, I though they’d stop.” It’s only now that he notes the fear in her eyes. 

“I lied, Fury doesn’t know I’m here.” He admits. “Don’t tell him, I’ll figure out how to stop TAHITI, okay?” 

“Thank you.” She says. He heads back to the team, it appears there’s a new challenge.

“This one should actually cause problems for you Stark, undercover work.” She smirks at him, he smirks right back. 

“You would think so.” He says. “What’s the goal?” 

“Purchase three items from three different stores without being recognized.” She says, handing each of them a list. First person back here wins. Tony nods, and heads down to R&D. 

“Dr. Jones!” He calls, and she turns to him. 

“Dr. Stark, how can I help you?” She asks, smiling warmly at him. 

“I need someone to accompany me to the mall, for an Avengers training exercise.” He explains, and she blinks at him. “I’m supposed to go unnoticed, and you haven’t accepted any of the sports cars I’ve offered you. Nobody expects Tony Stark to ride in a Prius.”

“What do I get out of it?” She asks, crossing her arms. Tony laughs.

“I’ll increase your funding, and build you a better car.” He offers, and she follows him out to the garage.

“Still don’t want a new car.” She says, but she drives him to the mall and lets him drag her from store to store. Nobody expects to see Tony Stark in sweatpants running around the mall with a random women. (Leading expert in her field, but people are dumb)

“Are you sure you don’t want a new car?” He asks, as he watches Steve get swarmed by a group of Veterans. 

“I’m sure.” She says, shoving him away. “I’m glad you won your dumb competition, but I have work to do.” 

“Good, an excuse to get back to the lab.” He says, smiling at her. He taps his ear piece. “J, tell Natasha I’m done.” 

Decided to learn how to draw proper chibis today, so I made a draw the squad thing. Hope I did ok. If you use it I’d love to be tagged in it so I can see your awesome work!~ 

3, 2, and 1 chibi versions under the cut! all are transparent! feel free to cut my sig out, just please don’t claim ownership of the drawing. reblogs > reposts, of the base alone I mean.

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