i live in the stone age

Concept: a game where you play as a tomb-raiding archaeologist, except you’re the descendant of the people who built it in the first place, and you spend the whole time complaining about it to your companion, the magically animated skull of the chief architect, your great-to-the-nth grandmother.

“Really? A deadfall trap in the bathroom? What is wrong with you people? No, first, explain to me how it is that you were able to construct a self-resetting puzzle the size of a city bus that still works after four thousand years, but you never hit upon the concept of, I don’t know, a lock and key? And is that a laser? You lived in a Stone Age culture - where the hell did you get a laser?”

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Cors y Gedol Burial Chamber, North Wales, 12.4.17.

Last time I visited this site was in the last day of 2016. Very different weather this time! One of my favourite prehistoric burial chambers with a notable capstone. It is roughly 84ft in length and likely built in the Neolithic. 

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I learned that last night the amazing wonder funny Adam West passed away at the age of 88. West played Batman in what is to date the only live action Batman TV show for 3 seasons between 1966 and 1968 and one movie. Late last year West reunited with Burt Ward (Robin) to star in the animated Batman: Return of the Caped Crusaders. Batman 1966 was a touch stone of mid-60s swinging culture and of high camp. Adam West left an indelible mark on Batman and the wider culture, he will be missed.

anonymous asked:

This is just curiousty dont get offended.Being a women how can you believe in a religion which allows a 40 year old man to marry a 10 year old? Which does not give women equal rights in will? Which asks women to cover themselves so men dont get attracted? Which limits the rights of women to such a horrifying extent?

Women are not oppressed in Islam. Women have rights.

Women, through Islam, were given the right to owning property, conducting business, and fighting in war way before women in any other areas were.

Women have an extremely high status in Islam, we are treated like queens. 

We get taken care of, we don’t have to provide for our necessities. It is the OBLIGATION for the nearest male (husband, father, brother, uncle, etc.) to provide for us. We don’t have to do an inch of effort. BUT, if we want to work, if we want to provide for the household, we have total rights to just as the wife of the prophet ﷺ, Khadija ra radi Allahu ‘anha had her own business and provided for the family. 

When it comes to the age of Ayesha radi Allahu ‘anha when she got married to the prophet Muhammad ﷺ, most scholars believe she was actually around the age of 19. However, even if she was young, this was not an odd practice back then. In fact, the UK eliminated being married from the age of 11 just about a while ago, not too long from today. So if you want to go on that, UK is also a victim here.  

Women are given honorable rights, honestly, I believe Islam is far easier for women than it is for men. Men have to provide for the family, they have to pray in the mosque every Friday, they have to give a mahr (unless women excuse them from it) when getting married, and so on. All these, women do not have to do. Women even get a break from prayers and other religious obligations such as fasting every time they get their periods. How easy Allah is on us women Subhanallah. 

The prophet Muhammad ﷺ often encouraged for men to be of the best of character with their wives and not to mistreat them. A woman, in fact, came to the prophet Muhammad ﷺ complaining that her husband does not fulfill her sexual needs because he would spend the night praying, the prophet ﷺ reprimanded her husband and told him to leave the prayers at night and fulfill his wife’s needs. LOL, can you imagine?! 

Before Islam was revealed, daughters were buried and killed when born, Islam prohibited this and gave women rights they did not have before. We have the right to divorce and the right to educate ourselves to expand the list of rights.

So…how then do we not have rights or are oppressed? 

How are we limited? We are not? I live life just like any other woman, just more covered up is all. 

Also, what is wrong with covering up? Clothes were a form of advancement in the “Stone age.” We are at the peak of advancement. If you look through this analysis, it is those who roam around in shorter clothes that are moving far from advancement. 

Secondly, covering is less for men and more for our benefit. The point of covering is so that men do not objectify us, not for us to do any favor for men. Covering up forces men to marry due to deeper reasons than for the superficial surface. Covering protects a woman from lustful eyes and from being in danger. The notion of escaping beauty standards and from being objectified is far more appealing and liberating to me than to go around in shorts 🤷  (no hate, I’m not judging you all, just personal preference). We are dignified and respected, not objectified and disrespected.

So now you tell me, what’s wrong with the way Islam treats women with utmost respect, honor, and dignity?

Please do let me know your thoughts and have a nice day! 

Time for a Feels Trip

Nico, Age 10:

Bianca sat with [the Hunters], leaving her little brother to hang out in the front with us, which seemed cold to me, but Nico didn’t seem to mind.

“This is so cool!” Nico said, jumping up and down in the driver’s seat. “Is this really the sun? I thought Helios and Selene were the sun and moon gods. How come sometimes it’s them and sometimes it’s you and Artemis?”

-Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse

Nico, Age 11:

“I am the son of Hades,” Nico insisted. “Be gone!”

Minos laughed. “You have no power over me. I am the lord of spirits! The ghost king!”

“No.” Nico drew his sword. “I am.”

He stabbed his black blade into the floor, and it cleaved through the stone like butter.

“Never!” Minos’s form rippled. “I will not—” The ground rumbled. The windows cracked and shattered to pieces, letting in a blast of fresh air. A fissure opened in the stone floor of the workshop, and Minos and all his spirits were sucked into the void with a horrible wail.

-Rick Riordan, The Battle of the Labyrinth

Nico, Age 12:

“Son of Hades.” Kronos spit on the ground. “Do you love death so much you wish to experience it?”

“Your death,” Nico said, “would be great for me.”

“I’m immortal, you fool! I have escaped Tartarus. You have no business here, and no chance to live.”

Nico drew his sword—three feet of wicked sharp Stygian iron, black as a nightmare. “I don’t agree.”

The ground rumbled. Cracks appeared in the road, the sidewalks, the sides of the buildings. Skeletal hands grasped the air as the dead clawed their way into the world of the living. There were thousands of them, and as they emerged, the Titan’s monsters got jumpy and started to back up.

-Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

Nico, Age 13:

Hazel felt like she’d just introduced two nuclear bombs. Now she was waiting to see which one exploded first.

Until that morning, her brother Nico had been the most powerful demigod she knew. The others at Camp Jupiter saw him as a traveling oddball, about as harmless as the fauns. Hazel knew better. She hadn’t grown up with Nico, hadn’t even known him very long. But she knew Nico was more dangerous than Reyna, or Octavian, or maybe even Jason.

-Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune

Nico, Age 14:

Nico wasn’t exactly a sunshine person, but for once he welcomed the warmth. It made him feel more substantial – anchored to the mortal world. With every shadow-jump, coming back got harder and harder. Even in broad daylight his hand passed through solid objects. His belt and sword kept falling around his ankles for no apparent reason. Once, when he wasn’t looking where he was going, he walked straight through a tree.

Nico remembered something Jason Grace had told him in the palace of Notus: Maybe it’s time you come out of the shadows.

If only I could, he thought. For the first time in his life, he had begun to fear the dark, because he might melt into it permanently.

-Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

Nico, Age 15:

“Nico,” I said at last, “shouldn’t you be sitting at the Hades table?”

He shrugged. “Technically, yes. But if I sit alone at my table, strange things happen. Cracks open in the floor. Zombies crawl out and start roaming around. It’s a mood disorder. I can’t control it. That’s what I told Chiron.”

“And is it true?” I asked.

Nico smiled thinly. “I have a note from my doctor.”

Will raised his hand. “I’m his doctor.”

“Chiron decided it wasn’t worth arguing about,” Nico said. “As long as I sit at a table with other people, like…oh, these guys for instance…the zombies stay away. Everybody’s happier.”

Will nodded serenely. “It’s the strangest thing. Not that Nico would ever misuse his powers to get what he wants.”

“Of course not,” Nico agreed.

-Rick Riordan, The Hidden Oracle

It kneels at the site of the destroyed Skyhold with a shield raised over his head, on top of it shattered ‘eluvians’ and the landscape of the Fade, revealed to the mortal world through the sundering of the Veil by the hands of the Dread Wolf.

There is no name carved at his feet, no dates. Only a man in pale stone with his shield with his back at the sky, kneeling in front of us the mortal, living spectators with reverence.

Only one sentence can be found, worn away from the winds:
“Your springs and rivers are poisoned will our blood.”

The last of us are dying, but we fought for our world to the bitter end.

Things Ravenclaws Say #46
  • A combination of a few due to the days I couldn't post much
  • Ravenclaw: It's okay to question things, your gender and sexuality.
  • Nonbinary person: If I didn't question anything I wouldn't have found out who I was
  • Ravenclaw: If I didn't question things, if no one questioned anything, we'd be living in the stone ages
  • Questioning person: I've been doing it for a while
  • Ravenclaw: So, please, ask questions, embrace change.
  • Intergender: And embrace what ever you come up with!

anonymous asked:

Don't get me wrong. I like scanitly clad blonde cavewomen as much as the next guy. But are there any pulps that take a more realistic approach to the concept? I mean, the cavewomen on the covers are far too well groomed for people who are living in the wilderness and fighting dinosaurs and mammoths.

A lot more stone age stories are more accurate and researched than you’d think, but that’s very seldom reflected in the cover art. This is something people need to understand about cover art: it’s not designed to accompany or reflect the story, it’s designed to advertise the story. So no matter what’s on the inside of the book, the cover will have stone age societies with highly advanced push-up bra technology and Cover Girl cavewomen (although you won’t hear any complaints at my end about that…that’s the opposite of a problem!)

Cover art is advertising, and uses the principles of psychology and marketing. If you want to understand this better, I recommend reading “Frank Kelly Freas: As He Sees It.” Among other things, this is why covers tend to use the hero-monster-girl cover over and over and over, because it creates emotional involvement. The threatened, vulnerable beautiful girl creates an instinctive need to protect that draws you in, the monster creates a threat, and the hero is someone the reader projects themselves into. Interestingly, research shows the hero-monster-girl cover creates the same reaction in women as it does in men.

As Freas himself said, “advertisers love it when you think you can’t be manipulated, because that means you’re not analyzing all the ways you can be.”

If you want brutal realism and scientific accuracy in your stone age story, you can’t do much better than one written by a true-blue paleoanthropologist, Björn Kurtén, “The Dance of the Tiger” from 1980. It’s yet another novel about Cro-Magnon and Neanderthal contact, the same as the Hok the Mighty stories, Clan of the Cave Bear, and Golding’s “The Inheritors,” except that Kurtén believed the way it all played out was interbreeding. Neanderthals in particular loved the African-originating Homo Sapiens because of how smooth their brows were, which reminds them of children, and therefore looks “cute.”

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a detail - Solas makes this last gesture with his left hand, which is really weird because he’s right-handed. His left fist then flashes.

It’s weird until you think the Inquisitor always had the Anchor in their left hand.

This might have been obvious to other people, but I always thought that, since the Anchor was so unstable, that it meant this was the end for the Anchor. Goodbye, see you later.

But I mean, looking at this, there’s a good possibility that he now has the Anchor in his left hand, isn’t there? - that the flashing means it was transferred, and stable again. Only he can control it and live, right? Well, it’s not going to melt down on him. It likes him.

So all the powers the Anchor could do… the Mark of the Rift, the overpowered projectiles barrier… the explosions… opening and closing rifts… over powered. I don’t want to fight that (too).

Saving the Inquisitor (for now) is really nice, but so is getting the Anchor back under his control. Two birds, one stone, and all that. I won’t be surprised if his hand is glowing later, is what I’m saying.

how to seriously survive high school & prepare for college

written by a recent high school grad who received two full scholarships to college

1. get involved. seriously.

find clubs or sports that you like. as the (probably) weakest person in my high school, i never participated in sports. you wouldn’t suffer through a sport you don’t like, so similarly don’t join a club just to join it. and honestly, unless you’re like wicked dedicated in a club or founded your school’s gsa, colleges really just want to see that you didn’t just do fuck all in high school. so, like, sometimes it’s not the worst idea to join a club that meets once a month, or even once a year. obviously all schools are different, but, for example, my school’s book club met once a month during lunch (aka no outside of school commitment required) and you didn’t even have to read the book to go.

2. befriend teachers, staff, & students

make relationships with the smart kids in your classes. share homework, collaborate on study guides, and partner up for group projects. obviously, you shouldn’t free load off another kid but the fuck you think kids with 4.0s do //all// of their homework during high school? of course not.

i can’t emphasize how important this is. befriending teachers means quality recommendations, a strong support system, and learning about cool things going on in your community that you can be a part of (and that might look good for colleges). i’ve known kids who become teaching assistants for their favorite teachers by the time they’re seniors, and have personally learned about great opportunities by making pals with them.

3. utilize your time

want to minimize your homework load after school? go to the library during lunch and spend time doing another class’ homework when you’ve finished the in-class assignment during class instead of talking to friends.

i found that i had a lot of free time during class, especially if i were to finish a project early or we had a substitute for the day. while i didn’t necessarily have a ton of free time throughout freshman/sophomore year, as my school became more liberal with allowing us to pick our schedules for junior/senior year, there was more free time to waste (or spend wisely). i read the twilight series in two weeks during my senior year which, frankly, is thick as fuck.

seriously, though, why waste in school time when you could do what you gotta get done now and have free time when you’re out of school and could use it to do something you want to do.

4. get a goddamn hobby

i’m serious!! high school on a unacademic note is about growing up & finding yourself. literally, my freshman year i spent every day after school writing and it’s helped me understand myself and advance artistically. find yours and pursue it! try new things, like art, music, and sports, and use your free time after school to see if it’s the right thing for you!

5. volunteer

i shouldn’t have to elaborate here, but if that’s not convincing enough, colleges will love you

6. commitments

while my freshman and sophomore year were pretty relaxed, i spent the rest of high school working. and when i wasn’t working, i was studying for aps and doing homework (ugh).

overbooking yourself, while stressful, is definitely a great way to learn to balance your time and deal with a heavy load. i definitely recommend an after school job because it’s taught me how to act like an actual person with adults and just function??? like someone who isn’t a piece of shit??? also, having work experience isn’t the worst thing in the world and extra money! you’re going to need it for college, or if you plan to buy a car, or even just the nice sneakers you saw at the mall the other day!

7. picking classes that’ll work for you

talk to your guidance counselor, explore hidden interests, and make sure to take into consideration the difficulty of a class that you’re able to handle. if you’re hesitant about an ap class, go for it! i definitely recommend at least taking one throughout high school (preferably junior year because colleges will see it as you trying to challenge yourself) because it’ll give you a taste of what college is like. my ap us history class was the hardest class i’ve ever taken, taught me a lot about myself as a student, and that i love us history! (i also ended up spending like $100 on the hamilton cds and book but i did it for lafayette).

8. college planning

start looking into colleges during the spring of your junior year. tour over the summer. tour in the fall of your senior year.

start your essay(s) and applications over the summer. finish your essay(s) over the summer so that all you have to do is go back and edit in the fall (ask a teacher or english-y friend to help). finish your applications over the summer.

i’m not even kidding, this is what i did and i felt so stress-free in november when everything was starting to be due and all my friends still needed to finish their applications and essays. college is scary. you have to decide how much debt you’re willing to be in, what you’re going to study and where, and basically plan the next four years of your life at the age of 17/18. focus more on picking the school you’re going to and less on getting the materials in. this is a big decision, so take it seriously.

if you have any questions about college, don’t hesitate to message me. i live in the us so i feel pretty confident in saying that i know most things there is to know about applying for colleges in the us.

9. things to remember

high school doesn’t last forever; it’s merely a stepping stone to growing up. focus on your future and don’t stress over petty high school stuff (aka friend drama and keeping up appearances).

I keep seeing inaccurate stuff about Syria, and yes before I was stupid enough to believe them as well.

The rebels are terrorists, they have ties to Al Qaeda and want Assad gone to implement Sharia law in all of Syria when most Syrians living in Syria or having family in Syria are actually pro Assad because he promotes secularism and he wants to develop their economy whereas the “rebels” want to take them back to the stone age.

Nobody actually knows who is responsible for the chemical attacks. The Syrian government gave up all their chemical weapons to Russia 3 years ago, they said they didn’t do it and honestly they wouldn’t have because it doesn’t benefit them at all. Russia denied doing this as well. The UN actually said that the only people having chemical weapons in Syria are Al Nusra and ISIS not the government.

These rebels have been caught lying before, showing pictures of a Lebanese music clip about a little girl running for her life and pretending it’s in Syria, and now there’s a even a picture circulating about a girl suffocating when it’s a painting in Turkey.

Honestly I don’t understand why are people so eager to trust terrorists, most of them aren’t even Syrians and they’re actually Al Qaeda members who want to take back Syria to the stone age with women dress all in black, christians and religious minorities having no rights, forced to pay a tax and shariah law. Towns like Aleppo are controlled by terrorists and no, Syrians all over Syria don’t want them.

Like.. Subhanallah, Assad always drops chemical weapons on children when he has the upper hand in negotiations…. y'all are so naive

At least have the decency to ask for an investigation on who did the attacks, because all this only benefits the rebels because they gain sympathy from the west who was actually withdrawing from the conflict, and now you got the west willing to give terrorists weapons again because that turned out to be such a great idea the last time *cough* ISIS *cough*. Assad is not perfect but you can’t blame him for refusing to give into terrorists backed by foreign western powers.

I see posts mocking Trump for blaming Obama, ok, Trump is moronic bigoted bastard, but Obama screwed up the middle east, ignoring that fact makes you a liar. He freaking armed Al Qaeda members without even realizing it because people in the west have no fucking clue what’s happening in the MENA region and yet they always want to insert themselves….
So yeah, Bush screwed up that region, Obama screwed it up and even Hillary screwed it up and I’m tired of people giving a pass at Obama because he makes funny jokes, that makes no sense.

Let’s not forget how nobody even gives a fuck that Saudi Arabia is using famine as a weapon of war in Yemen while the USA bombs the shit out of starving people. But no, let’s just side with Al Qaeda terrorists because Russia is with Assad and Russia is bad and our arch enemy and trying to take control of the region but we can’t declare war directly so we have a proxy war going on because otherwise we’ll nuke each other to death… I mean nothing wrong can happen right? It’s not like you’re arming and training religious nutjobs who think their salafi ideology is the superior faith and everyone else is wrong and going to hell…

I mean seriously though every single fucking time the USA arms someone in the Mid-East or trains them or whatever and then BOOM they turned their back on the USA and become terrorists. Maybe it’s time you stop doing that? At this point, you must know this doesn’t work.

You’re either with terrorists or you’re not.

The 1975 sentence starters
  • "Don't call it a fight when you know it's a war."
  • "Go sit on the bed because I know that you want to."
  • "You've got pretty eyes, but I know you're wrong."
  • "Get in the shower if it all goes wrong."
  • "I swear there's a ghost."
  • "I feel like I'm just treading water."
  • "I love the house that we live in."
  • "I love you all too much."
  • "I've got a woman now."
  • "This one's on the house."
  • "It all tastes the same, but there's something different about your mouth."
  • "You try chasing dreams, it's harder than it seems."
  • "Stick another pill in my head and go to bed."
  • "We're not doing it again, so leave it."
  • "I wanna see you, but you're not mine."
  • "You think we're doing it again, keep dreaming."
  • "Yeah my shirt looks so good, when it's just hanging off your back."
  • "She's got a boyfriend anyway."
  • "All we seem to do is talk about sex."
  • "He's got a funny face, but I like that 'cause he still looks cool."
  • "Does he take care of you or could I easily fill his shoes?"
  • "If we're gonna do anything we might as well just fuck."
  • "And you're a liar, at least all of your friends are."
  • "It's my party and I'll cry to the end."
  • "You must try harder than kissing all of my friends."
  • "You're alive, at least as far as I can tell you are."
  • "And it's not my fault that I fucked everybody here."
  • "Do you wanna dance?"
  • "It's no fun if you've only a bottle of wine."
  • "Yeah, I want you."
  • "I'm so high, I think I love you."
  • "I was thinking about leaving again, it all depends."
  • "Are we just friends?"
  • "We go where nobody knows."
  • "Oh, my hair smells like chocolate."
  • "Stop looking at my friends."
  • "Write another song about your friends."
  • "I love you, don't you mind."
  • "I think I've lost a lot of my friends."
  • "Well fuck me if you must then."
  • "Treat me like an old friend."
  • "I'm not scared."
  • "I used to think you're cool and I believed you had a wonderful vision."
  • "I was always looking for a way to get out."
  • "You just write about sex and killing yourself and how you hardly ever went to school."
  • "I'm falling for you."
  • "Maybe you'll change your mind."
  • "I'll take you one day at a time, soon you will be mine."
  • "Do you fancy sitting down with me? Maybe?"
  • "I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck."
  • "I can't believe that we're talking about him."
  • "Why do you talk so loud?"
  • "I think you're trying too hard."
  • "I've been thinking lots about your mouth."
  • "I forgot to call you."
  • "I remember that I like you, no matter what I found."
  • "It's nice to have your friends round."
  • "It's just you and I tonight."
  • "Gotta love the way you love yourself."
  • "You got something to say? Why don't you speak it out loud, instead of living in your head?"
  • "I don't seem to be having any effect now."
  • "I guess I'll never learn 'cause I stay another hour or two."
  • "You know I can't be found with you."
  • "I'm so fixated on the girl with the soft sound and hair all over the place."
  • "You're cold and I burn."
  • "She had a face straight outta magazine."
  • "Babe, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay."
  • "I'll give you one more time."
  • "You've got a pretty kind of dirty face."
  • "Babe, you look so cool."
  • "What's the fun in doing what you're told?"
  • "I could persuade you."
  • "I'm not your typical, stoned 18 year old."
  • "Girl, I'm not your savior."
  • "They're just girls."
  • "One moment I was tearing off your blouse, now you're living in my house."
  • "What happened to just messing around?"
  • "You just sit and get stoned with 30 year olds and you think you've made it."
  • "Well, shouldn't you be fucking with somebody your age?"
  • "I told you from the start, I'll break your heart."
  • "She's definitely got the style."
  • "I'd like to say you've changed, but you're always the same."
  • "I'd love you to stay but that's simply insane."
  • ""Well, I think I'll say a couple of words if you don't mind..."
  • "You've seen so many faces that I've never seen before."
  • "We're never gonna lie to you."
  • "I know it's me that's supposed to love you."
  • "Is there somebody who can love you?"
Piece by Piece

An improvised project by Charles Oberonn: 

I try to make a fictional world one piece at the time.

Part 1: General Setting

The world, that will remain nameless for the time being, is a planet where humans and plenty of non-human races live side by side. This world existed for a very long time, and lots of civilizations have risen and fallen. Both locally and globally.

Different eras and cultures across the world have used different technologies from a variety of sources. Magic stone-age artefacts, gears-based machines, steam-based airships, mysterious living iron golems. Industry, travel, warfare and exploration changing with the times.

Though civilization is ancient on this planet, there’re something much older lurking around. Animalistic, godlike or demonic, possibly of alien origin. Whatever it is, it has affected the lives of people since before the dawn of time, affecting events in every era.

Part 1.5: Aesthetic

Nothing solid for now, but I do have a couple of images. Particularly, the iron golems, hundreds of them, spread through a blue and rainy wasteland. They’re lumbering slowly, old and worn by the weather, but still determined to keep going to wherever it is they’re heading.

At the same time, more modern machine made of nuts, bolts and steel travel the same blue wasteland, flying above the ground with their propellors, and drilling into the ground with advance equipment.

There’re no people to be found in this particular part of the world.

anonymous asked:

What superheroes would you say are underrated and why? What's your favorite, most vague superhero and why?

Okay, okay, it’s probably at least a little unfair to call Marvel Boy “underrated”, and certainly minor or ‘vague’ would be crossing the line. There’s plenty of relatively little-league characters or outright walking gags who might fit the premise of your question better who I have plenty of affection for; Starman, Midnighter and Apollo if they count at this point, Invincible, anyone in Morrison’s Seven Soldiers, any of the more pronounced weirdos in the Legion, virtually any minor character in bonkers Golden Age comics who wasn’t also super-racist. But unlike say Stone Boy, who is delightful but exactly where he belongs, or Blue Marvel, who’s amazing but kind of constructed to live around the edges of his universe, or Zauriel who’s fun but probably has an upper limit somewhere below “major player”, Marvel Boy’s the first one who comes to mind to make me think “he should be an A-lister”. Because boy, for a Grant Morrison-created character who’s starred in multiple critically-acclaimed series and became a Tumblr favorite for a hot minute, he sure is in an Inhumans book right now, even if it’s the Al Ewing one.

A lot of why I dig him should be fairly obvious: sweet costume, he brings in tons of the trippy cosmic shit I like, and he’s a Grant Morrison creation. But the reason he leaps out at me is that he’s my favorite Teen Superhero. Not my favorite teen who is a superhero - that’d I suppose be Damian Wayne since he just hit 13 - but the best embodiment of the archetype. The reason being that he can be both this:

And this:

The thing about teens is that they’re scary and dumb and passionate and mercurial, and he is all of those things. He’ll spell out FUCK YOU out of the fire of demolished city blocks to declare his conquest of human civilization in the name of his incomprehensible otherversal creed of zen fascism, and then he’ll discover 60s girl group bands and get laid and start to chill out. He’s a weird, sexy, changeable, energetic idealist with laser guns and killer abs for teens to want to be or want to fuck, and an airheaded, bizarre, dangerous horny cockroach-man hiding his freakishness behind his impossibly perfect looks to worry parents that he’ll have them first against the wall when the revolution comes, or at the very least he might steal their daughters (or for that matter sons). He’s not just a teenager, he’s the idea of being a teenager on a superheroic scale, with spaceships and lasers and alien mythology and jaunts across the multiverse to boot. Marvel Boy’s great and he should by rights be *huge* in an industry where young superheroes are starting to make a comeback in a big way.

Cupcakes && Secrets

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

 Warnings: Light swearing


Originally posted by dailyevanstan


“You’ve never had a Red Velvet Cupcake, America!?” Shock was registering on the many faces around the kitchen island.

“I was in Tony’s words a ‘Capsicle’ for 70 years” There was a slight chuckle in his voice. “I haven’t caught up on everything I’ve missed out on.”

“Did they have cupcakes in stone age grandpa?” Tony smirked.

Everyone chuckles and Steve shakes his head “Oh it never gets old Stark.” Things were never dull in The Tower, you hadn’t been here long eight months and you could say you were finally feeling like you were home. The team has been welcoming and helpful between training and getting to know you, you felt you were finally becoming a part of their family. As everyone drifted away and wandered into the living room you got a bright idea. Walking around the island and picking up your bag from a chair you looked at Steve who was watching you 

“Come on Cap.” You give him a grin. He smirks at you 

“Where am I going?”

“With me, we’re gonna catch you up on another current trend.” You grab his hand and pull him towards the elevator. Steve was the closest you had to a real best friend, even though he acted like a father when you dropped the F Bomb during missions, he mocks you when he can hear you singing in the shower. Which you will never live down for Stark being a Billionaire why can’t he build thicker walls in The Tower. He was always around when you needed a laugh, or to take a good punch at something.  As you step off the elevator and cross the marble floor you see the women react to Steve’s presence in the room, you can clearly see them staring and checking him out. He was a large and gorgeous specimen of science creation. As we hit the glass doors you had to stifle a giggle. Steve looks down at you as he opens the door for you, ever the gentleman as always.

“Something funny (Y/N)” He raises an eyebrow as you stroll past him and onto the sidewalk in the direction of your destination.

“Oh no America just thinking.” You say brushing your (Y/H/C) hair out of your face as the wind blows it around as you watch your feet hit the sidewalk you couldn’t help the smile you could feel creeping into your cheeks.

“Not going to let me in on that thought?” He’s in stride with you, his bicep brushing against your shoulder as you both make your way on the crowded New York streets.

“You really are from the stone age aren’t you Cap?” You look up at him and grin.

“Steve (Y/N), you never use my name. I’m not from the Stone age, the 40’s weren’t the dark ages.”  He says as he pulls you lightly by the upper arm out of the way of a biker cutting the path.

“I was joking Steve…” You paused you had never called him by his first name if rolled off your tongue in a strange way like you wanted to say it more. You shake your head of the thought. “You don’t see what you are now, post serum. The way people react to you when you walk into a room. Specially women.” You smile, and point for Steve to head into the local market.

“Women? I guess I’m still not use to being…” He looks down and looks at you. “This Steve. I was smaller than you, I’m use to going unnoticed unless in my suit.” He pulls the door open for you and waits for you to walk in. “A market? I hate to break it to you (Y/N), we had these in the 40’s” he says in a lower voice as to not draw attention to our, surely weird to other people, conversation. You roll your eyes and hand him a brightly colored blue basket. 

“Smart ass, we’re here for supplies.”

“Language (Y/N)” he sighs and follows behind you. “Supplies? Does this have to do with those things you were talking about in The Tower?” as he follows you down the baking aisle. You are rolling your eyes knowing full well he can’t see you do it, should have seen the ‘Language’ coming as the words slipped out of your mouth. 

“Yes and those things are called heaven in a paper cup.” You turn to add a few things into the basket, flour, powder sugar, you were checking off things from a mental list in your head. “Next aisle.” And Steve follows in response.

“(Y/N) let me asking you something.” He spoke quietly. You don’t say anything just look up at him as you stand in front of the dairy cooler. He has the most amazing blue eyes, and you found yourself seeing what you were sure other women saw in him and stopped to admire. “You never talk about it.” He says more to the butter and eggs than you. “Fury never released your file, Stark says you’re not in the database. I was just curious why you don’t talk about where you come from. About what you can do.” He’s not really talking to you as he is the items in your basket.

That numb feeling waved over you, the same question you knew everyone in The Tower had been whispering about for months. Only Tony bold enough to ask it out loud, and telling him you would tell if he could beat you in a training match without his suit, after making him tap out nobody bother to ask again. Knowing they all still wondered about the small mutation you had. You were looking up at Captain America, it still felt like a dream some days being a part of this life, having a science experiment as your closest friend. “I need milk.” It was the only thing that you could make come out of your mouth. Steve smirked nodding.

“Is that all? Do we have everything?” You nodded and started off for the milk. You walk up to the self-check outs and Steve has a look of confusion of his face. 

“Steve? You okay” you say with a small chuckle.

“This, this is new to me.” He looks at the machine like he’s never seen an alien race try to take over NYC he watches you with serious concentration as you scanned your items and laid them onto the belt.

“Steve have you not been to a grocery store since,” you drop your voice “unfreezing?” you look at him with some confusion yourself.

“Well,” his forehead crinkles as he watches you scan the last few items. “normally F.R.I.D.A.Y makes sure I have everything I need I mean I haven’t had much reason till now.” He looks at you and gives a smile. “guess this is a new trend I’m learning today too?” You smile at him as you slip money into the slot and wait for your change. 

“Do you ever leave The Tower aside from missions?” your put your change into your bag as Steve picks up the bags and ushers you out into the wind once again.

“I leave. Just to normal places.” He says as you make your way back towards home.

“I think we should start calling you The Hunchback of the Tower.” You giggle and look at Steve.

“The Hunchback of the Tower?” he asks looking at you with un-surety.

“Steve please, please tell me you have seen the Disney movie The Hunchback of Norte dome” You could feel your eyes getting wide as you stared at him in shock.

“I think it’s on the list.” He smirks and continues walking.

“Seriously????? Wow you’re so out of date.” You shake your head and give a small laugh.

“So I hear.” You both get quiet and you know he’s thinking about the question he asked in the store the one you dropped and tried to leave there in the dairy aisle. You know Steve wouldn’t judge you, but you also weren’t sure you wouldn’t hurt him if you used it. Banner says you’re getting better, he was the only one that knew and that was an accident. After he understood why you hadn’t told the team, he offered to help you learn to control it, to run some test to give you a better understanding. Funny running tests is how you got into this situation in the first place, but you trusted Banner as he knew what it was like to be an experiment gone wrong.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry.” Steve said as you were in the elevator alone, he was looking at the doors.

“What? Why?” You looked slightly panicked as you’re pulled from your thoughts.

“I shouldn’t have asked. It’s not our business. At first we didn’t trust it or you, all of us have pasts we just don’t understand why you won’t share yours. Nat says you’ll share when you are ready.” He’s helping you pull your baking items out of the bags.

“Steve?” You ask.

“(Y/N).” he looks at you, when he realizes what you’re doing and takes three quick strides to you taking the big mixing bowl from you, and setting them of the counter.

“Thanks.” you grin at him as he turns back to you, it was funny looking down at him from your place on the counter tops where you had crawled to grab the bowls. He places his giant hands out in the case you become ungraceful and take a fall. “Catch me?” You didn’t leave him a chance to respond as you took a hop off the counter knowing full well he would catch you in a heartbeat. Before you knew it he was pulling you in close as you sank into his arms, damn he was huge, well built. Soft for a built soldier, it wasn’t like being caught by a statue. He set you on your feet in front of the island with a chuckle.

“Always the dare devil (Y/N).” His smiled cut off any chance him trying to sound stern.You grin up at him, 

“Wanna help?” you pull out measuring cups and beaters.

“You wouldn’t mind showing me how to make ‘Heaven in a paper cup’” he asks as he twirls the cupcake cups across the counter.

“Only if you wear a pretty apron with me?” you slap a hand over your mouth to hide the smile you know is there. Steve eyes you, and looks at the aprons hanging on the way by the cupboards. He saunters over to the wall and picks up a red apron that is probably the least girly hanging there. 

“These better be worth this.” He says as he ties the apron around his waist. Oh this was gonna be so fun, America in an apron and red velvet cupcakes things just couldn’t get better. Steve was horrible at baking rescues thousands of civilians doesn’t understand measuring flour. He scratched his forehead at some point and has flour smeared across his flawless skin. 

You kept thinking about him wanting to know about your secret. The mutation. You knew he would be the one person who wouldn’t think you were a freak, though you were sure none of the team would think that. Your history with people finding out was never a good thing, it never went over well. Letting Steve try the frosting for the cupcakes and you enjoyed watching his reaction, this is the one thing you were good at baking. It was your happy place. No worries. No mutation. No judging. Just tasty treats you’d work off the next day.

“Steve…” You looked down at the bowl and played with the spoon.

“Y/N)?” He was still licking his fingers to get the frosting off. You giggled, boys were so typical. 

“I wanna tell you something.” You looked up at him seeing the flour and the frosting made you giggle again.

“Sure, you can tell me anything.” He wipes his hand on the apron, it does no good. You decide to give it a try, slow, easy… focus. There was a wet paper towel next to the sink from when you had to remove the red food coloring from Steve’s face. You give it a small thought, thought about it being in your hand. As it twitched you saw Steve in the corner of your vision still struggling with the frosting in between his fingers. You smirked and focused on the paper towel, suddenly it was gone. You could feel the cold wet paper towel in your hand before you looked down to see it. You looked up at Steve who had noticed the paper towel suddenly appear.

“(Y/N), where did that come from?” He asks looking back at the sink to your hand. You stand up and reach up the paper towel to his forehead 

“I moved it.” As you wipe the flour away from his skin. You moved to his hands.

“(Y/N) how? You didn’t get up and grab it though.” You can feel his eyes on you, but you focus on wiping the frosting off his hands, not meeting his gaze. “Are you like Wanda?” He finally asks as you sit back down on the island.

“I’m not like Wanda.” You say as you spread frosting on the brightly colored cupcakes. What you would give to be like Wanda, she knows what she is, what she can do. To have control, at least more control than I do. “What I can do, I can’t explain.” You continue to frost cupcakes, as you go you lose yourself in the rhythm you feel at ease.

“(Y/N) ummm…” Steve sounds off beat. You look up to see cupcakes twirling around you about a foot off the counter top. 

“Fuck. Sorry.” You focus to put the cupcakes back down without smashing them. As they slowly lower back to the counter you can feel Steve shift and it makes your muscles tense up, and one cupcake flips and smashes into the counter top.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Steve is closer to you.

“It’s okay. Not the worst thing I’ve done.” You say as you brush cupcake crumbs off your shirt. Looking at Steve you can see a burning question he is trying to figure out how to ask. “You wanna know how.” You say crossing your legs and turning towards him.

“Not if you don’t want to talk about it.” He says as he tries to not be shocked you knew what he was thinking.

“I’m like you, science experiment.” You say as you pick up a cupcake and inspect it.

“You choose to be like this?”

“No, it’s a mutation. I choose to have some testing done and try an experimental drug. Than one day…” you wave your hand in a small jester and the coffee pot was suddenly in front of Steve.

“(Y/N) why didn’t you tell anyone I mean Banner, Wanda, Pietro, all the things we’ve seen.” He looked around his forehead creasing.

“I’ve never been accepted for what I can do, I’ve hurt people with what I can do, and not by choice.” You frown and you think back. Behind the both of you hear someone clear their throat. You turn fear creeping in. When you lay eyes on the dark figure dressed in his typical black from head to toe.

“Fury.” Your mouth goes dry. Damn.

“Well it looks like Rogers is all up to date (Y/L/N) good.” He has made his way to the island and picks up a cupcake. “You even made cupcakes. Red Velvet, my favorite.” He tills the cupcake in your direction and winks at you. You and Steve exchange a glance. Fury turns to walk away, when he suddenly says “Time to fill the rest of the team in, Meeting Room in 5. You’re going on a mission.”

“oh crap.” You drop your head to your hands and shake your head. This is not how you planned to expose your secret, maybe you could bribe them with cupcakes. You gather the plate of cupcakes and turn to Steve “Think these are good enough to keep them from hating me?” Steve laughs and grabs the other plate,

 “I doubt they’ll hate you. Just tell them while their mouths are full.” At least with Steve understanding this won’t be so hard facing everyone else.