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what i understood from the trailer was that steve/tony are gonna fight over whose bff is cooler. civil war: “my james beats your james” 

Abt the flashbang post - I honestly can’t imagine any other reason for using flashbang for riot/crowd control than wanting to wound and kill people. I mean, literally, flashbangs were created, afaik, for anti-terrorist hostage rescue operations, to create explosive that will provide a few precious seconds of disorientation of enemy targets, without harming bystanders or hostages.

And I can’t imagine in any capacity any reason for throwing them into a crowd, unless you want to use them as lethal weapons. Giving you couple seconds of disorientation is pointless in a situation when people you’re facing don’t have firearms and you’re not planning to shoot or subdue them in that time, and it’s a much less intimidating maneuver than e.g using pepper spray or tear gas. If you wanted to make loud noise, there are loudspeaker riot control systems for that.

Only reason I can come up with is for throwing stun grenades into a group of protesters - is because they weren’t allowed to throw regular, lethal grenades, so they had to “make do” (i.e. maim and kill) with what they had.

[draws art for a dead fandom] mm :^)

Tofu Stir Fry with Rice & Veggies

Serves 2

⅔ cup basmati rice (135 g)
9.7 oz firm tofu (275 g)
Soy sauce to taste
¼ cup julienned pepper (35 g)
¼ cup julienned green pepper (30 g)
¼ cup julienned onion (30 g)
¼ cup julienned zucchini (35g)
¼ cup bean sprouts (25 g)
¼ cup corn (35 g)
¼ cup broccoli (20 g)

For the sauce:
1 tablespoon extra virgin olive oil
2 cloves of garlic (chopped)
⅛ teaspoon cayenne powder
1 tablespoon coconut sugar
2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar
½ cup soy sauce
¼ cup water
1 tablespoon cornstarch

anonymous asked:

Do you have any recommendation on incorporating vegetables into a vegan diet for someone who is a VERY picky eater?

Flavor them! For good dressings, follow the FASSS guide:
FAT e.g. Tahini, vegan yoghurt, flaxmeal etc
ACID e.g. lemon/lime juice, apple cider/balsamic vinegar etc
SWEET e.g. maple syrup, vegan sweetener etc
SALT e.g. Himalayan rock/Celtic Sea salt, tamari, soy sauce etc
SPICE e.g. cayenne pepper etc

age before beauty (or is it beauty before age)

idk guys I saw a parks and rec gifset and this happened

“Pepper!” Tony yells, shoving his way into her apartment. “Pepper, I’m having a crisis. I’m freaking out. I'm—I'm—”

He stops in his tracks in the entryway to her dining room and blinks. “Rhodey?”

Rhodey turns from where he’s sitting chatting with Pepper and smiles, “Hey, Tones.”

“You didn’t tell me you were going to be here!” Tony says, and moves forward to wrap him in a hug. Rhodey smiles into his shoulder.

“I thought it’d be a nice surprise.”

“Well, you weren’t wrong,” Tony says and then pulls back, gripping his shoulders tight. “You can tell me what the hell to do about this crisis.”

Pepper sighs and rolls her eyes. “Why do I suspect this isn’t so much a crisis as it is an overreaction?”

“Hey. I take offense at that.” Then he sits down and stares beseechingly at his two best friends. “Guys, I’m losing it a little bit over this, you gotta help me.”

“You can’t lose what you didn’t have to begin with,” Rhodey says and pats his arm. “But go on. Tell us what this terrible crisis is.”

The problem is too pressing for Tony to even spare the time to glare at Rhodey for that. “Steve is thirty. Thirty. I can’t date him! It’s like dating an infant! Our age gap is older than he is!”

Neither of them reacts like this is the emergency situation it is. He is a pervert. How can they be so calm?!

Rhodey gives him a puzzled look. “Tones, that’s only fifteen years.”

“Besides isn’t he the pervert? He’s over a hundred technically,” Pepper muses. Like this is some kind of—mind bender.

“He didn’t experience the seventy in the ice, those don’t count,” Tony says impatiently. “He hasn’t experienced that much. We are at vastly different places experience-wise.”

Pepper’s eyebrows crawl up her forehead. “What?” she says, with mock astonishment. “You are? You mean the man who grew up during the Depression and went to war at the beginning of the century and the man who grew up as a weapons mogul’s son in the seventies and eighties have had different experiences? Rhodey, did you hear that?”

“Yeah, you know, now that you point that out, I see what you mean. I mean, he draws and you engineer stuff. You know science, and he knows tactics. I mean, god, he likes hot sauce on his cheeseburgers.”

“Oh my god, really?” Pepper says and looks at Tony with faux-sympathetic eyes. “How have you made it this long?”

Tony scowls at both of them. “I see what you’re doing and it’s very cute, but you are missing the point.”

Pepper huffs, exasperated and impatient. “No, Tony, you are missing the point. You understand that Steve is a complete human being, with desires and wishes of his own, with life experiences different than your own, with his own opinions and likes and dislikes, do you not?”

“…yes,” Tony agrees, knowing he’s being led into a trap.

“And Steve understands that about you, does he not? He respects your right to choose what to do with your life and your body, no matter how ludicrous those choices may be?”

“The nights when he’s not carrying me out of the lab, yes,” Tony mutters.

“Then what is the problem? Who cares how old either of you is. You’re both adults. You are capable of consenting and you respect one another as competent human beings. That’s all that matters.”

“But,” Tony protests, and glances down at his hands, runs his thumbnail over the thin lines of oil trapped in the creases of his fingers. “He’s still growing up.”

Rhodey squeezes his knee. “Buddy—so are you. That’s not the kind of thing that just up and stops. You’ll always be growing up and learning new stuff. His stuff will be different than your stuff, but that’s not a bad thing.”

“God willing, you’ll both learn from each other how to be less pig-headed,” Pepper grumbles.

Tony takes a shaky breath. “Right. Okay. So. So I’m not making a huge mistake.” He glances up at them, just for a second, and both their expressions are soft.

“No, Tony,” Rhodey assures him, squeezing his arm. “You’re doing good. Let the good thing happen to you.”

Tony smiles weakly and scooches his chair forward to drag both of them into a hug. “I’ll try.”