Author: annoyedfish

osterfields:

y’all: spidey was able to stop bucky’s fist in civil war bc bucky heard peter’s voice, deduced he was a child, and weakened his punch bc he was so worried about hurting a child uwu

me, eating pistachios: you guys do know peter can canonically lift up to 75 tons, right. he has super strength. y’all know bucky’s fist is easy as hell for spidey to block, right. y’all know bucky didn’t know shit about peter being a child and was just shook that someone was able to so easily block his punch, right. y’all know that, right.

why can’t it be “shit he blocked my punch, shit he’s a child, what do”? 

why-animals-do-the-thing:

the-c4ts-pajamas:

timboallthetime:

that is hilarious!

@why-animals-do-the-thing is this owl actually happy?

Multiple people with professional bird experience that I’ve spoken with believe so! One noted that a some birds get so “into the scritch” that at times they will lose their balance or cease being aware of their surroundings (as you can see in this video) but that we don’t really know why. It looks like this owl was having a super good scratch, ended up leaning a little farther back that the human was in a good position to support, lost his balance, and recovered. It’s all good and yes, actually cute. 

(It’s worth noting, of course, that this is an interaction that can only occur because the person has a strong history with the owl and a lot of previously developed trust. This isn’t something you should ever consider doing with an owl you don’t know and haven’t been trained to work with.)

The Signs and Knights

normal-horoscopes:

Aries: Knights in ornate silver armor with masks like a beak. Their unusual curved glaives resemble an outstretched cranes wing. Each piece of the maille, sharpened to a razor edge.

Taurus: Knights that run on all fours, a pair of axes strapped to their backs. They wear only hides, relying on speed and ferocity to keep them safe.

Gemini: The holy knights of a vast arid empire swathed in silks and scales. Heavy curved greatswords inscribed with the words of the prophet act as weapon and canticle alike. 

Cancer: The knights just below the surface of the mire. Wicker masks and wooden pikes waiting in ambush.

Leo: Knights frozen in place, like gargoyles still watching over the battlements where they stood guard for thousands of years, armor frosted white by the arctic wind.

Virgo: The royal guard ritually buried with their queen. Mummified flesh and tarnished bronze armor patrolling the endless halls of the great necropolis.

Libra: The banner-bearers of a great nomadic army. Their backs adorned with torches and horsetails, wicked barbed arrowheads rest on their shoulders, one for every rider struck down.

Scorpio: The knights bedecked in crows feathers. Rarely engaging in combat themselves, they use their long hooked spears to snag the corpses of the fallen and spirit them away.

Ophiuchus: The last of a now unrecognizable order of knights. A great axe warped by unnatural fire. All too familiar eyes.

Sagittarius: The royal guards that have protected the family for generations. Fine steel interworked with lace and taffeta. Weapons fashioned to look like sewing implements. 

Capricorn: The only of the pirates to return, whispers of voices in the deep. Shedding all man-made clothing, clutching only a dagger made of whale bone.

Aquarius: The legion that was melted down in the great furnaces, their weapons and armor reforged into something unspeakable.

Pisces: Knights that scaled the walls of the great cities. Leaping over the heads of the spearmen. Steel balls and leather slings viciously denting armor. 

courtney-p-22:

claw-animalae:

Peter Parker, a Gen Z kid, screws up: Fuck, guess I’ll kill myself.

Steve Rogers, an artist during the 30’s and a soldier during WWII who knows full well what Dadaism and fatalistic humor are: There’s bleach under the sink–

Bucky Barnes, the guy who listened to Steve’s art rants in the 30’s, watched his back in WWII and went through 70+ years of shit: –And a rope in the supply closet if you want options.

Rest of the Avengers: ?????!!!!!!!?????

Shuri, also a gen z kid: don’t be a coward, jump out the window. Have some style would you

How fast would you say your frogs are? And how often do they jump a long distance? I’ve always wanted frogs but I’m terrified of reptiles/amphibians that move crazy fast. I’m mainly worried that when I go to open the enclosure or take them out for some reason, they’ll get away from me, and get eaten by my dog.

stickyfrogs:

Hi! 😀🐸

The Stickyfrogs can jump quite a way, but they usually think about it for quite a while first and and I don’t think I would generally call them fast.

Usually they also jump at you!

You will definitely need to keep your dog securely locked out of the room if you are opening the tank for any reason. 

It might be a good idea to visit a store or Expo to have a turn at handling some of the animals you are interested in to see how they move! 😊🐸

Voigt will demonstrate “running away” for you!

Consider toads! Most of them can’t jump nearly as far as frogs. 

Something like a pacman frog might also work, one of the really fat frogs that are similar to toads.

bettsplendens:

War, now, is ignorant men in power hurtling words they do not understand at enemies too violent to respond calmly, 

is a million angry voices protected by anonymity and screaming at someone for being born the way they are.

Famine, now, is superfood imported from starving countries, 

is a seventh yacht bought to sit in harbor while employees struggle to stay in the cheapest housing and factory workers die. 

Pestilence, now, is ignoring science while your children spread disease everywhere they touch, 

is once-mighty rivers choked with garbage and unimaginable filth poured there through drainage pipes. 

Death, now, is walls between refugees and safety, 

is “my button works!” is “no collusion!”

is “she asked for it!”

is “but autism!” is “but they’re poison!” is “they’re unnatural!” 

is “get back to work!” is “they don’t deserve it!” is “it’s cheaper!” 

is “murderers!” is “they’re all criminals!” is “deport them!” 

The horsemen grow a million-fold and we all rise against them, and find that under hoods and masks are faces much like ours. 

The horsemen, now, bring legions.