now who's laughing

St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, November 24, 1895

We are a pair of you know what
And let us state right on this spot,
Though some think baggy things like us
Unworthy of much talk and fuss
We have a right to speak we guess, we’re shapely too
As most confess and swelled with pride we’re glad to vex
The prudes and cranks, of either sex, who have no shapes
To nether limbs, whose chests are flat as tire rims The
Fairy curves that we encase next Venus Milo give a place
And over road and hill and dale through city
Country, turf or trail we speed while wholesome
health we bring, and hear the whizzing
spokes that sing of ills now gone, and
clearer brains the absence of all aches
and pains, now those who laugh are
fools at best we bring the nerveless
gentle rest Away with skirts
hurrah for us Down with this
Silly wicked fuss We’ve come
to stay and on the bike
will cling as long as
ee’r we like

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incorrect Framework quotes 

zorilleerrant  asked:

Can you have Cap save baby Magneto?

This actually happened in some of the cartoons! I gasped out loud when I saw it for the first time. (Go to about 10 minutes in for the full scene.) I thought I’d do something a little different, because while I love Erik in the First Class movies, I always wanted a happier ending for him…

The Howling Commandos, as a forward team focused on Hydra, hadn’t liberated many camps; the ones they had were Hydra slave labor camps, where the men were, if not well-fed, then at least not the gaunt, barely-alive prisoners they’d heard about from Red Army soldiers and Allied units. 

This camp was different; at the heart of it was some kind of lab. When Steve battered down the last reinforced door, he found a man holding a gun to the head of a young boy. 

“I’ll kill him,” the man said. Steve didn’t bother with an answer; the shield took the man’s head off before he could threaten the kid again.  

Still, in that second before death, Steve had seen the man’s finger spasm on the trigger, and felt the thickness in the air when the trigger wouldn’t move. He looked at the boy, looked at the body, and had a sense of destiny resettling itself in the world. 

“Was he the camp commander?” he asked the boy, who nodded, huge-eyed. “Commander…Shaw?”

The boy nodded again. He turned and pulled Steve’s now bloody shield out of the concrete wall like it was nothing. Then, with narrowed eyes, he floated it across to him, through the air, without touching it. 

Steve took the shield out of the air, shook off what he could, put it on his back, and said, “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” the boy said, in trembling English.

“What’s your name, son?”

“Erik Lensherr.”

Steve had seen a lot of things in the war; nothing like this, but there had been signs of strange experiments in Hydra labs. This was comparatively harmless.

“Well, I’ll make you a deal, Erik,” he said. “I won’t tell what I saw here just now, and you help me close this place down. Then we’ll take you to HQ and get you a hot meal. Sound good?”

Erik nodded, then offered, “They knew you were coming. They destroyed all the records.” 

“Doesn’t matter,” Steve said. “Come on.”

In the convoy, bringing the prisoners out of the camp, Steve brought Erik up to the cab of the lead truck, and put him in next to Bucky at the wheel.

“Who’s this?” Bucky asked.

“Erik,” Steve said. “He’s riding with us.”

“Sprichts du English?” Bucky asked. 

“Yes,” Erik replied. “I can speak. English, German, Yiddish, some Russian. Good interpreter. I can work for Allies?” 

“How old are ya?” Bucky asked.

“Sixteen,” Erik said. 

“You are twelve,” Bucky told him.

“I’m just small,” Erik replied.

“Yeah, because you’re twelve,” Bucky insisted. “Well, we’ll make sure the folks handling the refugees take good care of y – “

“No, he’s coming with us,” Steve said. 

“What?” 

“Erik’s coming with us to HQ. We could use an interpreter. And he’s small enough to make a good spy. He’s had enough of camps, ain’t ya, kid?” he asked, and Erik nodded. 

“You wanna join the allies, huh?” Bucky asked.

“I go with Captain America,” Erik announced. 

“Yeah, that’s what I said, and now I know better,” Bucky replied, but he was grinning. “Fine, on your own head be it. Sixteen my ass,” he said to Steve. 

Steve took off his helmet and plopped it onto Erik’s head. “Sorry, got a new sidekick now,” he told Bucky, who laughed. 

Years later, when a magazine asked Erik Lensherr why he agreed to become Captain America after the disappearance of Steve Rogers, he said, “Steve took a terrified twelve-year-old Jewish kid out of a slave labor camp, gave him a helmet, and told him he had power. I believed him. Turns out he was right.” 

ALSO IMAGINE MAGNETO AS CAPTAIN AMERICA WITH THE SHIELD. HOLY CRAP. :D 

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iris west week 📰 day three  
iris + the rest ⚡ favorite scenes

…I couldn’t resist much longer, I had to draw Bendy from Bendy and the Ink Machine. I really like the style of the game and I look forward for the next chapters.

I tried something new for this one, like doing a lineart and tried not to put too much details into it.

  • Nino: ok wait I have an idea
  • Nino: you gotta call out 'babe!' and see who looks up
  • Nino: I'll go first
  • Nino: BABE!
  • Adrien: lmao nobody even flinched
  • Nino: you try then
  • Adrien: I will
  • Adrien: BABE!
  • Nathanel: what?
  • Marinette: yeah?
  • Chloe: you called?
  • Nino: what the fu

Ok but replace the nerf gun with a real gun and this week’s AHWU more or less features my image of FAHC Steffie; chill and organised with occasional bouts of vicious retribution. 

I feel like she spends most of her time rolling her eyes and cleaning up messes - finding a last minute replacement for bikes the Lad’s totalled a day before the heist, sourcing new suppliers every time the crew manages to kill off or mortally offend another one, identifying lists of contractors to look into for various one-off jobs, tactfully losing keys or bottles or specific addresses when one of her crew-mates is hellbent on making a fool of themselves. 90% of the time she does it all with minimal complaint; some snarky sarcasm, threats about one day leaving them high and dry, the occasional stubborn strike until someone owns up to their latest incident of assholery, but everyone’s patience has limits. She’s not a saint. 

Steffie snapping is a rare event, happens maybe once a year if that, but there’s no missing it when she does. No one gets any warning, it’s more often a last straw kind of situation than a response to one big fuck up, and her rage is as brief as it is destructive. Once, after the countless shrugged off eh we’ll just get another one incident of the week Steffie took a gun, calmly made her way to the penthouse’s garage and introduced several new holes to some of the more expensive vehicles stored there. Another time she wheeled Geoff’s fully stocked alcohol cabinet onto the balcony and pushed it off, yet another had her snatching Ryan’s mask right out of his hand and hurling it into the lit fireplace, simultaneously melting the skull beyond recognition and forcing everyone to evacuate to avoid the fumes. For the shortest of times Steffie is loud, is angry and disappointed and thoroughly unimpressed, she is truely pissed off and it is terrifying

As soon as she’s gotten her frustration out Steffie sighs and gets right back to work, as reliable as ever, but the outbursts never fail to leave the rest of the crew kind of shocky, torn between horror and awe. When they’re not the target the rest of Support is mostly entertained; take pains not to draw attention to themselves as they settle back and watch the fireworks unfold. On the other hand the main crew, who are in many unexpected ways absolute wimps, tend to slink away with their tails between their legs, wide-eyed and vowing to behave themselves while hissing angry complaints at whoever managed to knock Steffie over the edge this time. 

Ok but giomis and shitty pick up lines

Mista waggles his eyebrows at Giorno and tells him “if you were a flower you’d be a damndelion”

Giorno laughs and tells him “you know dandelions are weeds right?”

Mista whistles “damn. That makes sense though, because you’ve taken over the garden of my heart”

Giorno is so delighted he turns his mug into a bird that flies away as they begin cuddling at the breakfast table. Everyone groans and is disgusted by these shitty teenagers in love. Abbacchio looks down at his coffee mug and wonders if maybe he can drown if he gulps it all down fast enough.

Wings (Castiel x Reader)

WEDIM DAY 2

CASTIEL X READER

WORD COUNT: 827

WARNINGS: None

SUMMARY: Turns out not everyone can see an angels wings

I was sitting on a cheap motel bed, laptop in my lap and a cold cup of coffee next to me, researching a case while Sam and Dean were out. Of course, I was not allowed to them. As much as I protested and whined about it I was stuck on research duty.

Sure, Sam and Dean had good reason to keep me out of the real hunting as I was very inexperienced, having only dealt with a few ghosts, a couple vampires and a witch, but surely the only way I’d get better was to actually get my hands dirty, right?

I’d been part of the Winchester group for a few years now, after helping them on a tricky case with Bobby. After a few months of helping the brothers, they decided it’d be a good idea to bring me along permanently. I didn’t mind being on the road all the time, it was fun. An adventure. Something a small town girl like me rarely gets.

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in 3 months time my best friend Meja is coming to California and spending

t W O WEEKS WITH ME. 

WE ACTUALLY DID IT. WE SAVED THE MONEY AND PLANNED AND

I AM SO EXCITED.