Okay, but listen. In Winter Soldier you have Natasha trying to set Steve up, you have Sam asking what makes him happy, you have Steve telling Peggy he just wants to know who he’s fighting, and Sitwell telling us they used the past to determine someone’s future.
These are questions and ideas the narrative sets up to be answered and they’re answered by bucky’s re-appearance in steve’s life.
This is the best logic for shipping Steve/Bucky that I have ever encountered.
Coloring embryos by injecting dye into eggs before they hatch has been practiced for a number of years. It is done to identify the young of certain hatches or groups. And it makes it easier to observe movements of wild birds (especially water fowl) after they leave the nests.
The process of coloring chicks by injecting dye into the eggs also provides an opportunity to study early feather growth. Juvenile plumage will replace the colored down in about two weeks. As this happens, the dyed background amid new growing feathers provides a constantly changing pattern.
While it is possible to inject eggs from about the 10th to 19th days of incubation, the period from the 11th to 14th days appears to be ideal. Only one treatment is necessary if the injection is done at this time. When injections are made after the 14th day the color usually remains localized because the embryo occupies most of the egg; so it may be necessary to inject the egg in more than one place.
Harmless vegetable dyes, such as food coloring dyes sold in grocery stores, work very satisfactorily.
This does not harm the chicks in any way, and eventually as they mature their adult feathers push through and they develop normally with their standard coloured feathers.
The coloring is really interesting but just watch this video because it’s a bunch of chicks chasing a shiny piece of wrapper and it’s so freaking adorable.
Your daily rainbow chick foil fight video.
wait. give me liberty or give YOU death. how about that?
yeah seriously tell us how wizardry’s done in the new world tell me how the wizards from france and spain and britain stamped out the brujos and the medicine men and set up their own schools tell me what the fuck the british raj did to fucking india because the patel twins are going to school in scotland and what are they told about their history, tell me about native american kids learning to say wingardium leviosa with hate in their hearts and tell me about wizarding rabbis bickering about whether you can use potions on the sabbath tell me about the slaves on their ships with their wands broken, mouthing curses in the dark tell me about the runaways that made it with garter snakes wrapped around their wrists that told them when they tasted dogs in the distance, tell me about the underground railroad and abolitionists with unbreakable vows and home-spun invisibility cloaks and disilusionments, using obliviate, using imperio, knowing that they served a higher justice, tell me about what happened to black wizards in the fifties, about what gates they were storming in the sixties tell me about queer wizards taking love potions every morning in their coffee to stay married to their husbands and their wives because what else could they do?
the world only begins and ends with straight white christians if you don’t bother looking any farther than that and too many people don’t and i am tired, tired, tired
Sobbing. Sobbing into my cold pizza. Fuck.
I am alive and in the middle of the desert! There is internet right now! I have been in charge of 8 people in a 10x10m excavation unit for a grand total of about 80 minutes so far. I am drunk on power. I am not allowed to talk about the specifics of things that we are finding because it’s current research, but I will give you a hint: Wari where no Wari should be. And we’re the only unit to not have found human remains so far, not even a tooth. Lots of llamas, though, and a dog.
More excitingly, though, there are kittens! Live kittens! In the hotel parking lot, by the security guards’ station! There were seven very skinny and bony kittens that my jefe named after the Stark family, so of course one of them died a few days ago, but the six remaining Starks are doing a lot better with more food to go around.
All I want to do here is draw the mountains and the desert and the town where the excavation site is located (actually, we’re in their former football field), but for now, my life is shoveling and hauling buckets and sweeping dirt and brushing dirt and processing artifacts and being sunburnt. And trying to figure out the admissions process for the university because I keep being relayed off to different departments for different parts of my application, and now my Peruvian phone is out of credit but I think the university called me so I should actually probably sort that out right now because I am trying to arrange it so I don’t have to take an overnight bus back to Lima this weekend in order to make a thirty-minute interview.
Last year while I was here, the only two people who knew that I was DFAB were my TAs from Harvard. Neither of them are here right now, so there’s no one who knows. I want to tell one of my friends, but I also don’t want to make a big deal out of it… I’m just looking for the opportunity when we’re talking alone, without anyone else. I think this is the first time I’ve had to come out after I’ve known someone for a while, just a friend and not someone in an administrative capacity. I don’t think it’ll be a problem, but it’s also not something you can just slip into casual conversation…
Do you ever catch yourself acting like Steve Rogers when you’re not working?
“I would be so lucky. That’s the goal, I strive to do. You know, I don’t necessarily know what Steve Rogers’ religious affiliation would be or political stance, but I think the cornerstone of his being is selflessness. I think he just tries to put himself last, and that extends to all facets, even just in a debate, a discussion. I think he’s going to try to listen to the other person before he tries to get his own point across. If I ever see shadows of Steve, I’m doing something right.”
ooc: Reblogging because holy shit.
I aspire to be this woman when I’m older.
This woman was born before women were legally allowed to vote.
So don’t think for a second that she’s joking when she sees you trying to take that right away, Republicans.
this image is quite literally six years old now and that’s wild to me. there are actual real live human beings younger than this .jpg who are walking and talking unassisted. i feel so old. i feel death approaching. will i sleep? will i dream?
Old 4chan memes are so incomprehensible now. Matthew and I were just talking about this last night, I was describing a Hot Topic in 2003. “It was a simpler, more ancient time,” I said, “When a meme had a real longetivity to it. Years and years. And when somebody understood the bizarre reference, it was actually really cool, like: Yeah! We’re both internet weirdos! High-five! Now I see something funny and I’m already immediately exhausted by it, because tomorrow it’ll be on the Ellen show and my grandma will share it on facebook, and next week you can buy it on t-shirts at Urban Outfitters, and six months from now it’s going to be in a bunch of parody movie trailers. By the time South Park gets it in their show six days later it’s stale. It won’t go quietly into the night like ‘I’ma chargin mah lazers’ — an honorable death, at the highest it could go. It just immediately is sold and consumed and fucking awful. Immediately. And then it’s dead, before it even happened.”
i cannot fucking believe capitalism and consumerism ruined memes. of all things. memes. it fucking baffles me how the world could come to this. god help us all.
From June 28th, Ramadan starts. I, along with my other muslim brothers and sisters, will be fasting.
If you could please tag these things:
- nudity (in any forms)
- similar to the above, sex/nsfw things
thank you sm have a nice day
are any of my followers fasting for Ramadan? because if so just one of you shoot me a message and I’ll tag all these things!
^this? this is how you react to things.
The second person pronoun that English uses has four cases: you, your, yours, and yourself. Back in the days of Early Modern English, there used to be another, more informal, set of pronouns. This other English second person has five cases: thee, thou, thy, thine, and thyself. Here is how you use those five cases correctly.
Subject of the sentence (nominative case)
If the person you’re addressing is the one doing the action in the sentence, then you use thou. In addition, the second-person conjugation of to be, when using thou, is art, not are. Never use thee for the subject of the sentence.
Object of the sentence (oblique case)
This is where the “thou” version of the second person is different from modern English. Modern English “you” doesn’t change cases regardless of whether you are the one who is doing the action in the sentence (subject) or the one who is having something done to them (object). If someone else is doing the action, and you are the recipient of the action, then it’s thee, not thou.
You can also use thee when you’re yelling at someone to get their attention, although personally, I think this sounds too odd nowadays.
Possessives (genitive cases)
Possessive form is what you use when you’re talking about something that belongs to you. There are two possessive cases in the English language.
Possessive adjective (possessive determiner)
This form of thou can’t stand on its own. It must be followed by the object that belongs to you.
In the same way that I can’t say “Is that your on the table?”, I also can’t say, “Is that thy on the table?”
Use the possessive pronoun form of thou when you are talking about an object that belongs to you, but you aren’t naming the object directly in the sentence.
Possessive pronouns and possessive adjectives can’t be exchanged for each other. To continue with the last example:
You use the reflexive case when you refer back to the subject of the sentence; in this case, yourself. I just used it now.
I think this is probably the most self-explanatory.
Ta-da! Now you can knowledgeably roam the internet, throwing around archaic personal pronouns. Good luck!