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Name: Liz
Age: 19
Country: Taiwan

Hi everyone! I’m Liz from Taiwan and I’m mainly here to look for two kinds of friends. The first one is my creative partner. My dream is to become a screenwriter or a playwright, and I have been working on that. However, I feel like I need a companion to walk with me on this path of creativity. Someone who likes to brainstorm with me, co-write scripts and stories. I think that it’ll be really fun to have different ideas bumping together and create something bigger than the two of us combined. I’m also looking for a language partner to teach me French. In return, I will teach you Mandarin. But it’s also fine if you want to chat with me through texts and email too! I’m always thrilled to make new friends! ;)
About me: I enjoy reading (I’m an English major), listening to music (mostly indie rock and folk, but I basically listen to everything. Favorite artists are Florence+The Machine, Lana Del Rey, Feist, Sharon Van Etten, Laura Marling, Patti Smith and more!), watching TV shows (comedy and drama, shows like Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, Veep, American Gods, AHS, The Handmaid’s Tale…you name it!), art, history, movies, cultures, and traveling.
Thanks for reading and hope that you’re interested!

Preferences: 18 and over, preferably female (but I’m open to everything), speaks French (if you are interested in being my language partner)
I can do snail mail/email/tumblr message with those who are willing to be my creative partner or simply pals, Skype for language partners.

The signs as quotes from Freeman's Mind
  • Aries: "Ugh. Darwin was right. I didn't realize I was working with a bunch of lemmings."
  • Taurus: "I should think less like a human being that uses doors, and more like a... squirrel that has anger problems."
  • Gemini: "It's like the classic debate of why measuring the position of an electron changes its momentum and vice-versa. The only correct answer is to get drunk and set fire to things."
  • Cancer: "Since this morning, I've been bitten, shot, bombed, electrocuted, almost drowned, almost fallen to my death, and strangled. Rasputin wasn't so lucky."
  • Virgo: "You can never prove the absence of ninjas, only their direct presence."
  • Libra: "What was that Nietzsche said? 'He who fights drummers should see to it that in the process he does not himself become a drummer'? [...] I wonder if Nietzsche was in a band. I bet he was. I should look him up when I get out of here. I bet the songs have pretty deep lyrics."
  • Scorpio: "Friends are like weeds that scream."
  • Sagittarius: "It looks like an anemometer, but it is not. Anemometers don't fire bullets. Not even the expensive ones. Or I don't think they do. If they do, meteorologists are more hardcore than I thought."
  • Capricorn: "So yeah, I'm killing people now. But that was NOT murder. That was TOTALLY self-defense. Just because I have a sub-machine gun doesn't change anything."
  • Aquarius: "I do belong in a pedestal, but metaphorically, God damn it!"

anonymous asked:

you know how steve always sleeps on the side of the bed facing the door "bECAUSE YOU ARE PRECIOUS TONY HUSH" okay but one if one night while they were asleep baddies did break in to try and snatch tony but were met with 240 pounds of kickass

If there was one good thing that would come out of this, it was that Steve now held the right to be able to gloat about being correct.

Although, when you woke up to the sound of foreign footsteps creeping through your bedroom as you held your very un-enhanced, very asleep and very vulnerable lover in your arms- that sort of thing tended to be pushed to the back of your mind.

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Heckler and Koch love for your Tuesday. Two of my favorite subguns, MP7 A2, and UMP 45. The G36C and two belt fed machine guns, MG4 & MG5. The beautiful Jessica Nyberg of the sportsmans channel handguns and defensive weapons handling the MG5.

Brave: (Verb.) - Bucky x Reader

Authors Notes: Another quote I saw and wanted to write out….This was supposed to be a drabble…

Notes/Warnings: Violence, physical assault, use of guns, mentions of blood and death, self doubt.

Quote: “Scared is what you’re feeling. Brave is what you’re doing.”

Word count: around 1.5K

Originally posted by mybuddymybucky

Your hands trembled and you clenched them into fists. You wanted nothing more that to turn around and run, to escape the chaos unfolding before you, but you can’t, they need you.

 You watched as an RPG rocketed towards the Quinjet and your breath caught in your throat. “Tony!” You shouted, knowing your earpiece would relay your voice to him. “RPG headed for the jet, east side!”

 Tony, who wasn’t too far away ,whirled around and fired off mini-rockets to intercept the explosive. His tactic worked and the RPG exploded a few yards off the jet. Without any acknowledgement to you, Tony turned right back around to fighting off some ground thugs with grenade launchers.

 You sat, still shaking on your ledge, and watched the battle below you. Your job as look out had you positioned a mile from the fighting. you sat in the tree line and checked on the rest of the team. Steve and Wanda were tag teaming a group of eight Hydra agents on the street. You could see Sam and Nat clearing an abandoned building of thugs, men flying out windows left and right. Vision and Thor were dealing with a small cluster with flame throwers. And Bucky…

 You lost sight of Bucky. Your heart sped up to a dangerous rate as you scanned the field below you. You couldn’t see him. He was supposed to be with Clint but he wasn’t there.

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Where You Belong Part 3

Dan had always wanted to be in a D/s relationship, but he doesn’t know how to sub properly. That was until he met Phil.

This weekend is gonna be a busy one for me and I won’t have much time to be on tumblr so here’s part 3 a lil early yay~

2594 words of Dom!Phil, sub!dan, fucking machines, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praise kink, a teeny bit of voyuerism and exhibition kink, smut, aftercare fluff

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Crete’s greatest difference, to the horror of the Germans, was the part played by ‘unrecruited civilians.’
The Cretan resistance, unlike those underground movements in the rest of Europe which did not start to develop until a year or so after the German occupation, began literally in the first hour of the invasion.
Boys, old men and also women displayed a breath-taking bravery in defence of their island. German soldiers were doubly scandalized at the idea of women fighting them. They would rip the dress from the shoulder of a suspect. If she had a bruise from the recoil of a rifle, or was caught knife in hand, she would be shot along with the men.
Scattered paratroopers landing near Perivolia were, in the words of the New Zealand official history, ‘despatched by civilians with axes and spades.’ One of the first examples of spontaneous mobilization was an attack on the rear of the Parachute Engineer Battalion which had landed round Lake Ayia by Cretan irregulars advancing from the large village of Alikianou… . Although the Cretans had their own proud traditions of resistance to the Turk, their ferocity and reckless bravery in 1941 were more reminiscent of the Second of May rising against Napoleon’s forces in Madrid, of a guerra al cuchillo: war to the knife.
Some priests led their parishioners into battle. Father Stylianos Frantzeskakis, hearing of the airborne invasion, rushed to the church to sound the bell. Taking a rifle, he marched his volunteers north from Paleokhara and later fought German motor-cycle detachments when they reached Kandanos.
An intelligence officer from the 1rth Infantry Brigade’s headquarters rembebered several priests, kenn duck-shooter and therefore ‘pretty good shots’, who almost certainly took part in the fighting. At the time of the battle, one went around with a rifle down his trousers waiting for the chance of a pot-shot at German paratroopers And at Rethymo, Ray Sandover, one of the Australian battalion commanders, saw a monk on the second day of the battle armed with a rifle and an axe in his belt. On the third day the monk appeared accompanied by a little boy acting as gun-bearer with a Schmeisser sub-machine gun and other trophies he had won in the battle against the paratroopers.
… One of the companies of II Battalion of the Storm Regiment, which landed several kilometres south-west of Maleme, was surprised by Cretan irregulars when sent on to secure the pass near Koukouli. But the most contentious episode concerned Lieutnant Murbe’s detachment. This group, seventy-two strong, which dropped on the edge of Kastelli Kissamou to capture the port, was ferociously engaged by the 1st Greek Regiment and Cretan irregulars. Murbe and fifty-three of his men were killed, the rest became prisoners.
The Germans, lulled by the intelligence prediction that the Cretans would welcome them, were taken by surprise. And the scale of their losses enraged them. On the first day alone 1,856 paratroopers had been killed. That figure must have swelled to over 2,000 as the mortally wounded died. To assess how many the Cretans had killed is impossible, but the shock to the Germans was unmistakable. They had come to expect their chosen enemy to cave in at the approach of what they liked to call der Furor Teutonicus in imitation of the Spanish infantry’s Furia Española in the fifteenth century. Civilian resistance, while an ancient tradition in Crete, so deeply offended the Prussian sense of military order that brutal reprisals were taken against the local population.
—  Crete, by Antony Beevor