The Gap by Morgan Swant Via Flickr: The always beautiful Little Doctor Lake with a Canadian Icon on it`s shores. Gus and Mary Kraus were relocated here when the Nahanni became a national park. Imagine waking up to this every morning. Their homestead has since been taken over by Ted Grant; owner of Simpson Air and Nahanni Mountain Lodge who has been keeping this gem in the natural way that Gus and Mary had wished when they handed over the property to Ted
30. “Don’t make me say it again.” 32. “You’re mine.” 37. “If you even get close, I’ll tear your head off.”
Antagonistic, badass reader below:
To the public, you were nothing more than someone to ignore. Most did. However, to the ‘enhanced’ world, you were the only one able to give the Winter Soldier a run for his money, of which you enjoyed doing.
The two of you met in the field often. You weren’t exactly a ‘goody two shoes’, but you often found yourself attempting to protect those he was trying to assassinate. You weren’t sure if it was because you hated HYDRA to your core, or if you were more empathetic than you let on. Either way, you had prevented some while the opposite happened as well.
(To say the Winter Soldier wasn’t reasonably attractive would be a lie. But you’d never admit that out loud. Though it could explain some of your hesitations, given your knowledge of his employer.)
Just like many times before, you were speeding down a highway via motorcycle. You had caught wind of another assassination attempt. The target was none other than Captain America himself. Needless to say, you were intrigued. Besides, the man in colorful spandex was a symbol for America. You couldn’t just let your only competition win a big one like that.
You smirked as you saw some upturned cars and trucks. You focused your gaze on your increasingly closing distance. You lifted yourself up so that your feet were on your seat. Just before running into a trashed van, you leapt from the seat, crashing your bike, before landing on the side of the vehicle.
én: *elindítom a filmet*
apám: mi ez, valami hattyúk tava?
apám: dehát ez nem is így van, mi ezt tanultuk oroszból
apám: *oroszul kiabál*
apám: nem hiszem, hogy muszáj ugyanannak játszania a két hattyút
apám: odette és odilia!
apám: a gonosz varázsló! *oroszul kiabál*
apám: de miért nem veszik el tőle a szerepet, ha ilyen ideggyenge?
apám: tudtátok, hogy csajkovszkij homoszexuális volt?
apám: ennek a nőnek inkább kezeltetnie kellene magát.
apám: tényleg az lenne a balett vége, hogy leugrik egy matracra meghalni?
én: *kikapcsolom a filmet*
apám: el kellett volna tőle venni a szerepet.