green platoon

Keroro Platoon with the different species of Froggy~

  • Keroro - American Green Tree Frog (Hyla cinerea)
  • Tamama - Tadpole w/limbs (young frog)
  • Giroro - Tomato Frog (Dyscophus antongilii)
  • Kururu - Golden Poison Frog (Phyllobates terribilis)
  • Dororo - Moor Frog (Rana arvalis)

anonymous asked:

What are some Vietnam war films you'd recommend

We Were Soldiers and Born on the Fourth of July, for sure, along with Rescue Dawn

This was actually asked a few months ago, prompting a list of other Vietnam movies to be compiled through follower contributions. Here’s the list:

  • Full Metal Jacket
  • Apocalypse Now
  • Rescue Dawn
  • The Deer Hunter
  • Hamburger Hill
  • Platoon
  • The Green Berets
  • The Siege of Firebase Gloria
  • The Hanoi Hilton
  • Good Morning, Vietnam
  • Tigerland
  • Go Tell the Spartans
  • China Beach (TV show)
  • Tour of Duty (TV show)
  • Battlefield Vietnam (documentary)
  • Vietnam in HD (documentary)

anonymous asked:

Imagine how each of the avengers would deal with a de aged bucky

At the end of the day, there are crayons scattered all over the floor, a platoon of green plastic army men storming the entertainment center, the remains of peanut butter crackers of a plate on the coffee table and Bucky is fast asleep on the couch, wrapped in a blanket burrito and visible only by a flop of messy curls that spill out onto the cushions.

In the adjacent kitchen, the Avengers are recuperating with coffee.

“We’re pretty sure this is going to wear off, right?” asks Clint. “I mean, kid-Bucky is pretty cool and everything, but I am way out of practice on my whole coloring book game.” He leans back against the refrigerator. There is a fuchsia crayon tucked behind one ear.

Tony and Bruce look up simultaneously from where they are bent over a tablet, and say together, “Yeah, think so.”

“I mean,” Bruce begins. “It’s highly unlikely that it wouldn’t. We’ve seen how magic tends to, uh, not affect Steve, so - ”

“Temporary.” Tony finishes. They share a look, then go back to poking at the tablet.

Natasha is perched on the counter, leaning against Sam’s shoulder. “He is pretty cute,” Sam says, and Natasha rolls her eyes affectionately. “Never seen a kid that enthralled with markers.” And to illustrate his point, Natasha lifts one arm to display the swirls of red and green scribbled on the inside of her wrist and forearm; a long line of yellow runs up the back of her arm, circling her elbow. Sam has similar marks on his hands in purple and blue. “Or that resistant to using paper actually.”

“We didn’t have them,” Steve says softly, and takes a long, slow sip from his mug. “They didn’t exist yet.” Of all of them, he’s been the quietest - hovering nearby while Bucky and Clint battled with the army men, while Bruce cut up fruit to go with their lunch, while Natasha and Sam exploded into color, but not exactly interacting, not participating with his usual enthusiasm.

“He is remarkably well behaved,” remarks Thor. He’s standing on the other end of the counter, watching the back of the couch where Bucky is asleep. “From your stories, I had assumed he would be a more rambunctious child.”

At that, Steve laughs outright, and the sad sort of smile he’s worn all day turns a shade mischievous. “He’s only, what, four? He hasn’t met me yet.”