Okay but what about the Avengers all being trapped by the Bad
Guy and the Bad Guy is cackling about how he’s going to make them show each
other their greatest fears and he points his
Truth Ray at Tony and says, “We’ll start with the Merchant of Death. What do
you fear, Tony Stark?” And the others are terrified because Tony’s face is
stricken and then his shoulders hunch and he’s biting his lips against the
words. What is Tony going to say? What horrible thing are they going to learn
about him?
“Geese,” Tony says miserably. “I’m afraid of geese.”
Everyone has to just… stop for a second, even Bad Guy, and
stare at him. Tony’s all flushed and embarrassed. “Geese?” Bucky whispers in
disbelief.
“And I’m scared of water, and the dark, and I’m scared that
someone will see me watching videos of kittens when I’m drunk and crying
because I can’t protect all of them,” Tony continues, covering his face in humiliation.
“I’m scared I’ll never be out of my father’s shadow and I’m scared of big dogs
and little dogs but not medium dogs and I’m afraid to admit that Pepper’s schnauzer
terrifies me.”
Steve turns to look at Bad Guy awkwardly. “Erm. This. This
isn’t. Working. I think.”
“I’m scared of being handed things and Dum-E getting hurt and people finding out that Enchanted is my favorite Disney
movie. I’m scared of losing everyone I love but I’m also scared that the reason
I’ll lose them is because I’m too needy. I’m scared Natasha will get mad when I
tell her that her sangria sucks because she doesn’t put enough pineapple in it.
I’m scared—”
Bad Guy awkwardly turns his Truth Ray off. “Um.”
“My heart,” Clint says, clutching his chest. “He’s afraid we’ll
judge him for liking Enchanted
instead of the fact that he cries over kittens.”
“…Well we’ll just have to see what you think about the Hulk’s
fears!” Bad Guy begins, but Thor punches him in the face and knocks him out.
“You couldn’t have done that earlier?” Tony asks him
miserably.
Natasha begins marching toward him. Tony screams when she
lunges for him but she just clutches him to his chest. “You stupid, precious
idiot,” she hisses. “You only needed to ask for more pineapple. I would have
put it in.”
“Um,” Steve begins awkwardly, but Natasha extends her hand
to hold up a finger telling him to wait. “No. It’s my moment with Tony. I got
here first.”
“Okay but no one is mentioning that the first thing he said
was geese?” Bucky asks. Bruce punches him in the flesh arm probably harder than
necessary.
I hate that SEPTember OCTOber NOVember and DECember aren’t the 7th, 8th, 9th, and 10th months.
Whoever fucked this up should be stabbed
If I recall, they did used to be the corresponding months. It was just when Roman leaders Julius Caesar and Augustus came into power, the months July(Julius) and August(Augustus) were added, thus throwing off the numbering of the calender.
Good news, though: whoever fucked it up did in fact get stabbed.
Whew, it’s been a good while since i’ve posted any commissions here! This one is for Imani for in-game currency even i rarely take watercolor commissions for dragon monies but this gal was just so inspirational i had to get to paint her…!!
Name a conspiracy theory superior in raw power to “there are no actual forests on Earth"
imma need some context on that cause WHAT?
“forests” = minuscule form of what trees on Earth can be, basically saplings “mesas” = not landforms, but petrified ancient tree trunks IIRC the theory goes that all forests on Earth were destroyed ages ago and it takes them ridiculous times to regrow, with those giant mammoth redwood trees just being the oldest ones that have grown the most
evidence 1:
Who/what cut down the trees to make them mesas, for what purpose, and with what tools?
I’ve actually looked a little deeper into this, and the short answer is that humans cut them down with future tech. This theory is a sub-theory of flat earth, as it makes use of a lot of the same basic assumptions about the world, most importantly that our entire worldview is a construct created by the elite that controls our world from the shadows. By keeping knowledge from us, they can treat us like sheep without expecting resistance. Part of this theory is that we had advanced machines and supercomputers way back, even in the ancient times, and that all history older than about 100 years is a lie crafted by this elite in the wake of a nuclear war in the 1800s.
What would we use all that wood for, and where did it go?
Rock is wood. Or rather, wood becomes rock as it grows and the trees reach massive heights. They essentially mined the trees for useful minerals and metals, and for the construction of whatever secret structres they use to control us.
Steal dnd settings from conspiracy theorists every day bc this shit is too good
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