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steve & natasha go to ikea

actualmenacebuckybarnes:

something that i noticed on the third rewatch of captain america: for a really fucking lonely guy steve sure has a lot of eating paraphernalia in his house, like at least 20 different glasses. and ~artistically arranged~ too.

so months ago, natasha probably came over to steve’s apartment (actually broke into steve’s apartment to play videogames and rifle through his medicine cabinet) and encountered the single lonely table. the single lonely bowl he owns with the single lonely chipped mug. one single lonely radio. one picture of the howling commandos taped to the wall with one single lonely piece of masking tape. and she’s just like this is disgusting i’m drowning in my own tears ugh

then steve comes home to find natasha sitting at his table, eating his raisin bran and glaring at him and he’s like jesus christ !!!! and she’s like we’re going to ikea you human disaster

steve’s like, i don’t appreciate your tone and also we should really talk about this breaking and entering thing as he obediently follows her to the car

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One of my fave headcannons is Steve dealing with ptsd he has after waking up and actual elderly world war two vets helping him through it and Idk man I have a lot of feels about Steve meeting old people who are actually the same age and reminiscing.

actualmenacebuckybarnes:

Oh man, forever sad we didn’t get old!Howling Commandos who all ended up in the same nursing home and cause shenanigans and call Steve up at all hours of the night (“THE HEAD NURSE CANCELED TACO NIGHT, WE’RE PLANNING A COUP”) and make him bail them out of their messes and once, interestingly, out of jail. And they sit around and tease him about his love life and try to set him up with their granddaughters. Or grandsons, in the case of Antoine Triplett ;) 

swanjolras:

baldymonster:

molotowcocktease:

marcoereus:

I’m so tired of people telling me German is an “ugly, angry” language. When my German teacher tells us jokes it’s the sweetest, happiest language in the world. When I teach my father the word for daughter he smiles, repeating “Tochter” to himself until he gets it right, and in that moment German sounds like pride. There’s nothing angry or ugly about a language that never says goodbye, only “until we meet again.”

Thank you for this

I think people who say this have only heard German as spoken by movie Nazis. It’s a beautiful language that can sound very soft and sweet. Just because BadGuy McLuftwaffe hisses and barks all those throaty fricatives and glottal stops doesn’t mean they always sound harsh. Go listen to actual German speakers and you’ll see that the stops usually add a melodious rhythm to sentences, and the fricatives are more often like gently rustling leaves than cartoonish loogie hocking. And the vowels are just plain cute.

HELLO, FRIENDS, I AM ABOUT TO GO LINGUISTICS ON THIS

so it’s like the middle ages (post-romans but pre-normans, think beowulf-era) and english is a SUPER GERMANIC LANGUAGE. as in, like, “ofer hronrade hyran scolde gomban gylan”, which admittedly does not look germanic on the page but sure as hell don’t look like english— anyway, it sounds pretty german when you pronounce it

and THEN this dude named william comes in around 1066, he is from normandy, and in normandy they speak FRENCH (or, uh, french-ish) and french is REALLY HEAVILY INFLUENCED by the romans, who conquered that area pretty thoroughly

and so there’s this whole mild culture war between the englisc-speaking native anglo-saxons, who are largely poor peasants, and the françois-speaking norman invaders, who are largely rich assholes (there’s a lot of this in robin hood stories), which is more or less sorted out by a) them having enough sex not to be able to tell who’s who any more b) them being distracted by various crusades and c) probably other things i don’t know

but linguistically what ends up happening is that all the french, latinate words become the words for fancy rich stuff— maison just means “house” in french, but in english mansion means “super fancy rich house”, for example. almost every english word we think of as a “five-dollar word”, with a lot of latinate or greek roots, probably comes from the french.

and this is hugely, hugely reflected by english swearing. the normans are all like, flatulence, buttocks, inferno, and the anglo-saxons are all like FART ARSE HELL. and they also keep their germanic words, with their germanic roots and vowels, for all the crude stuff and the lower-class stuff and the funny stuff and the gross stuff and, yeah, the angry stuff— you’re icily poisonous to someone in long latinate french-derived english, but you yell at them in simple short-voweled germanic english.

someone said we go to work in french, and we come home in german— that’s absolutely true. professional, academic diction is french-derived. casual, intimate, emotional diction is german-derived.

so we hear german as angry and ugly because our ears are used to hearing germanic words in angry or crude contexts— the same way that a lot of us hear french as a “classy” or “posh” language because our ears are used to hearing french-derived words in upper-class contexts! (and also, yes, cultural stereotypes and modern media depictions are quite happy to reinforce this image.)

THIS HAS BEEN: CONSIDER THE FOLLOWING

inkskinned:

legalmexican:

science side of Tumblr explain why the ride home always takes less time 

okie dokie !! (please take a deep breath before reading this explanation, some existential horror about aging bout to happen)

firstly, you gotta know that time is all about perspective and although we have global measurement standards, time can be culturally defined. yeah, i know. it’s freaky deaky but basically? and actually? time is a social construct.

time to our brains is kinda interesting because when we are engaged in activities we enjoy, time passes quickly - but when your math class is dragging on, time lasts forever. why is this? there’s a lot of different theories here but two i favor strongly are the idea that being engaged in an activity means you’re not looking for signals of passing time - if you’re carefully stitching the last few seams on your Teletubbies cosplay, you’re not watching the sun set through your window. That’s why you can be on tumblr for like 6 hours and not realize: your brain is otherwise involved in something and is not directly processing environmental cues about time. the second theory is that some classes are actually a portals to hell and are here on this earth to give us mortals a taste of our inevitable end. 

as we age, our perception of time changes as well. this is particularly odd to me, as at 21 i can literally feel my perception changing. i remember being in high school pretty well and what an hour felt like - and it’s a lot shorter now (a shout-out to all my 20-somethings? about a quarter of our life is already over. yep. yeah. yep. feel free to take a moment to think about that). this is because the amount of time we have for reference is getting higher. it’s kind of like how when you were 5, having ten bucks was like a big deal because you hadn’t really dealt with money. just like how you grew up to realize that 20 bucks is like one day of food, time passes faster because you’ve already experienced a great deal of it. scary scary!! but also kinda cool :)

ADDED BONUS ABOUT HOW FREAKY COOL OUR BRAINCAVES ARE!! hey guess what. guess what. every time you experience something ritualistic, your brain erases a little bit more of the memory of that individual experience from your longterm memory. what i mean by this is that the more you live through something routinely - like brushing your teeth, taking a certain path to school, etc - the less information from that routine gets stored in your brain.  this is why you know how to tie a pair of shoes but you couldn’t explain it without thinking about it. the information is coded, but because it’s not important for you to have a memory of every time you’ve fixed the laces on your knee-high platform glitter converse, you don’t remember every time. and just like time, the older you get, the more this “routine blindness” occurs: you walk through the doors of your work with literally no idea how you got there. 

TO ANSWER THE ORIGINAL QUESTION: it’s a combination of how we perceive time and routine!! :) once we have lived through something, the next time will appear to be shorter in contrast!! :)

"raquel i’m scared this post made me very uncomfortable about my own mortality like eventually things will fly by" yeah, maybe. but there will always be things you do remember, so take your time to make those out-of-routine memories while you’re young!! kiss her, kiss him, kiss them, don’t let it become routine. stop to pet the cat. eat cereal 5 times a day if you want. time is slow for us now, even if it feels like we have too much to do and not enough hours in the day. stop for a second and tell your best friend that they are the bomb diggity. it’s scary, and we’re getting older, but we’ll be okay. i know it. :)

the divine is full of monsters;

incandescent giants who lick their gold teeth,
whose mouths are full of crumbling cities, who breathe
death and fire and revelation and madness while
diamonds crack like splinters of bone between their gums

their whims are carved in stone, sand, pillars of salt
their feathers sticky with luminescent blood, their fingers
thunderous with creation, lightning in their eyes
that crackles and hisses from every direction of the sky

the divine is not static and humane; the divine does not play nice.

they will eat everything you are.

they will leave you reformed in a roar of light, peel away layers of you like birth
and with a saint’s conviction you will know that nothing feels more like luxury,
better to be blinded by brilliance than close your eyes to awe-

for your lips are always being kissed.

your mouth is champagne roses. you will eat lotuses. your lungs are perfumed and
your bones will blossom into stars. your blood is wine and you are clothed in light;

your skin threshed wheatlike until the gold of you shines.

natasza stark, “anchorite”  (via facina-oris)
Don’t do that. Don’t skip stages in your life. You’re 19, kiss a few boys and wear your heart on your sleeve. There will come a time when you’re 39 and stuck in a suit, wondering why the hell you were so eager to grow up in the first place.

note to self  (via safeslut)

Fuck.

(via june—10tth)

natasha romanoff + tumblr wanting a black widow movie.

cartoonpolitics:

"Boy, these conservatives are really something, aren’t they? They’re all in favor of the unborn. They will do anything for the unborn. But once you’re born, you’re on your own. Pro-life conservatives are obsessed with the fetus from conception to nine months. After that, they don’t want to know about you. They don’t want to hear from you. No nothing. No neonatal care, no day care, no head start, no school lunch, no food stamps, no welfare, no nothing. If you’re preborn, you’re fine; if you’re preschool, you’re fucked." ~ George Carlin

cartoonpolitics:

"Boy, these conservatives are really something, aren’t they? They’re all in favor of the unborn. They will do anything for the unborn. But once you’re born, you’re on your own. Pro-life conservatives are obsessed with the fetus from conception to nine months. After that, they don’t want to know about you. They don’t want to hear from you. No nothing. No neonatal care, no day care, no head start, no school lunch, no food stamps, no welfare, no nothing. If you’re preborn, you’re fine; if you’re preschool, you’re fucked." ~ George Carlin

thelostwolfarya:

so much love and respect and admiration for young feminists. teenage feminists that are learning and sharing their knowledge and speaking up. that takes a kind of courage i never had as a teenager. it’s already scary as fuck being a teenage girl and when you add feminism to the mix, like…god. you girls are so badass i love all of you