My roommate is gay but I believe we’re probably like platonic soulmates bc whenever I text him “bad day” he picks me up a greek salad and a five guys fry and whenever he texts me “bad day” i pick him up ribs and cheesecake at bbq heaven on MLK street and we texted each other “bad day” at the same time today and came home to each other’s food that’s like. real love imo. 

Oh Salad Fingers, I still adore you.

Would you snuzzle him? I totally would, he’s harmless enough. He’s only dangerous in the way psychosis is dangerous. Or maybe a bad houseguest.

Another reason I love him so much is because he really makes you think. You wonder what happened to him, how he got that way, exactly what goes through his mind that we don’t understand. I love how he brings out the inner psychologist in us.

And his bizarre fetish for rust. That’s weird.

Being Brock Rumlow’s child would include:


  • Him training you. Sometimes until breaking point. He always pats your back after it and telling you that you did good.
  • You work in different departments so you only see each other at lunch breaks, that’s if you even get one since you both work your asses off.
  • “How’s everything going?” He always asks as he picks at his salad. There’s one guy who always underestimates you and belittles you. When you told Brock about him he simply responded, “You’re a Rumlow, knock him flat out.”
  • “Thanks for the advice, dad.”
  • You may be lower than him within S.H.I.E.L.D but in HYDRA, it’s a whole different story.
  • The pair of you are the best agent’s they have ever had. 
  • From the standard of your paperwork to your actions in the field it never ceases to impress Pierce.
  • Sometimes Pierce has to send you on missions without Brock knowing because he gets over protective. 
  • If he’s on a mission and sees someone who has given you a beating before it gets very personal. One person will end up dead (unless if they’re needed alive for questioning. Then broken bones and serve pain will do the trick).
  • “You’re not going out dressed like that.”
  • “Dad, I’m an agent. I think I can handle myself.”
  • Being very close to him.
  • Jack is like your uncle. He’s always asking Brock how you are and giving you tips on combat.
  • You don’t often hug but when you do, you know he means it and something serious has happened.

anonymous asked:

For the flash fiction -- John, Matt, and coffee

It’s no secret that John likes coffee. Sometimes it seems like if you cut him open, there’d be a cafetiere on the inside.

It’s also no secret that John’s having a bad day, and Eli’s not around. He’s out on a rescue, but Matt figures there’s some rescuing to be done at home.

So he’s in his apartment, waiting for the kettle to boil. The French press is all prepped, freshly ground coffee beans lining it, about an inch deep. John likes his coffee strong.

There’s the blessed click, and after waiting for the bubbling to still, Matt pours the water. Off-the-boil, John taught him. Always wait for off-the-boil.

As the grounds and water dance, Matt turns to the cupboards and starts his hunt. He’s a protein shake and salad kind of guy, but there has to be some kind of treat lurking in the back of some shelf or other. Elijah’s in the apartment too often for there not to be a supply of chocolate somewhere.

“Ah ha!”

There’s a crinkle as Matt’s stout fingers grab the packet of biscuits. He plucks up a small tray–mostly for decoration but today for a purpose–and plonks the biscuits, the French press, two mugs, and a carton of milk on it. He’s definitely not the sort who would own a milk jug, but he’s pretty sure John won’t mind.

Then it’s just the short journey to the next apartment over, and the wait after the knock.

John looks like crap-all when he opens the door. Dark sunken circles under his eyes, lines of stress that make him seem two decades older than he is. It takes a minute for him to realise who he’s looking at, and what on Earth is going on.

When he does, he blinks.

Matt cocks his head to the side.

“Coffee?” he asks.

There’s a pause. Then:


Matt’s in, admitted, and he’s on a mission.

Not an hour later, and John’s laughing. Matthew is grinning, and his heart is a little lighter. Thank the gods.

Rescue status: complete.

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Mmmm, potato salad

In 2014, a guy named Zack Danger Brown (Danger is his middle name), launched a crowdfunding campaign because he wanted to make some potato salad.  He had never made potato salad before, and as such, he set in motion a significant, sophisticated marketing effort that consisted of one line of text that read “basically I’m just making potato salad.  I haven’t decided what kind yet”.  The irresistible attraction of Zack’s desire to create something deliciously creamy and bacon-laden was so intense that the citizens of the world donated him over $70,000.  Yes, you read that right.  Seventy-thousand dollars.  See below.

The example of Zack and his potato salad fortune is a great example of crowdfunding, and how ‘crowds’ can form on the internet.  If enough people share a common goal or need, then the dissemination and sourcing of information from the ‘crowd’ can prove to be far more speedy and effective than usual transmissionist channels.  ‘What on earth does that mean?’, I hear you ask.  Well, for example, during the Queensland floods in 2011, Twitter became the medium utilised by the ‘crowd’ to spread information at an unprecedented rate (Bruns, Burgess, Crawford & Shaw 2012).  Messages regarding dangerous hotspots, road closures, and volunteering efforts were all designated the hashtag #qldfloods, and users were responsible for retweeting, sharing the message, and exposing the information to a vast audience who were in a time of need (Bruns, Burgess, Crawford & Shaw 2012).  In this case, Twitter played an “important role…in crisis communication” (Bruns, Burgess, Crawford & Shaw 2012, p. 7).  It was the power of the people spreading the message that played a major role in saving the lives and property of many Queenslanders. 

Sometimes though, the crowd can get it wrong.  In the immediate aftermath of the Boston Bombings, a subreddit r/findbostonbombers was established and was flooded with information regarding the tracking down those responsible.  The ‘crowd’ was in full force, and the unpaid administrators of the site that were tasked with being the gatekeepers of the information were inundated with data, too much to control.  Unfortunately, “the crowdsourced investigation wrongly pinpointed the missing - and, it turned out, deceased - Brown University student Sunil Tripathi as one of the bombers” (Wade 2014).  This time, the crowd got it wrong.  The legitimacy of information sourced from the crowd forms part of an ethical dilemma regarding online vigilantism.  So, while the crowd is very powerful, it can be volatile and at times, incorrect.

One time, one of my friends tried to crowdsource funds for him to buy a chicken parmigiana at the pub.  He was unsuccessful.  I’m not sure if he ate dinner that night.  As an aside, I’m not close with him anymore.  He should have made some potato salad instead.

Originally posted by secretagency


Bruns, A, Burgess, J, Crawford, K & Shaw, F 2012, #qldfloods and @QPSMedia: Crisis Communication on Twitter in the 2011 South East Queensland Floods, Arc Centre of Excellence for Creative Industries and Innovation, pp. 7-10, viewed 15 January 2017, <>.

Wade, C 2014, ‘The Reddit Reckoning’, Slate, viewed 15 January 2017, <>.