Bucky Barnes: A Summary
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Bucky Barnes: A Summary
@myoxisbroken @babiiface95 @darkbuckybarnesanon @is-it-madness
Don’t you get it? Go kill yourself
Sorry, that’s not in my skill set!
Are you fucking kidding me?!?! You realizing you're wishing death on an actual, living person right? I get that sitting behind a screen makes you feel tough and shit, but wishing death on someone is disgusting. You're a garbage person. How would you feel if this was said to you, or your brother, your son, your best friend? I'm wasting my time trying to appeal to your heart, it's clear you don't have one. I've never wanted to punch someone so much. Absolutely fucking disgusting you cowardly sack if shit
Whoever hit you didnt do good enough your still here. No one asked for you and no one wants you except your dumb friends
Do you want me to call her and ask her to give it another go? And my “dumb” friends made it pretty clear last night they like me
Seriously, get a god damn life. I get it, you're a pathetic lonely little asshole with delusions of your own importance, but let me make it abundantly clear for you. No one wants you here, and Clint is worth a million of you. We get it, you're jealous of the fact he actually has friends. Well here's a little tip, don't be a miserable, pathetic cunt and maybe people might actually be your friend. Get a life and fucking leave Clint alone
Your accident didn't make you go stupider because there is limit to being stupid. I think you crossed the bar
Well I consider that an achievement because there’s always a positive in every situation. I don’t know what type of sad you have to be to be coming after me this much, but it’s sad. If you can’t say this all off anon then you shouldn’t say it. Fuck off im turning off anon
You know, it's assholes like you that make us anons not want to be here. I haven't been on here in weeks, and it's honestly been so refreshing not having random people who don't know shit about me come into my inbox and act like a fucking entitled cunt. You aren't feeding, financing or fucking him, so why the fuck do you feel so god damn entitled to him? Ugh, I hate this fucking hell site. Quit being a fucking dick, I get that you're such a miserable cunt that no one in real life can stand you, but that's a you problem don't come here and spew your toxic bullshit to try and fill that empty hole where your soul should be
what was the point of having red skull reappear in endgame if he wasn’t gonna come face to face with steve, he’s literally one of the most well known captain america villains😭 and then the writers saying steve wouldn’t recognize him, bitch he literally has a red skull, what’s there not to recognize😭
Y’all talk weird on here. Sometimes I see a post and i agree but y’all talk weird so I’m like fuckYou.
That and “adulting” . You’re 32 .
Because when we meet someone who has such a visceral reaction to harmless slang we know to stay away from them because they are going to be one of those annoyingly immature people who still hasn’t figured out that growing up and abandoning child like simplicity and joy is an artificial concept created to shame the masses into conformity.
no one is going to respect you anyway, you know, so you might as well sound stupid on purpose and have a little fun with it.
I carry a bb8 backpack and I dress like I’m from the 70’s. No one has ever taken me seriously in my life.
also a lot of them are references to memes that existed before a lot of these kids were born. We don’t stop having fun and joking around just because you think we’re too old for that. If your only experience with older people is with your unfun parents and uncles who only work and drink and make bigoted jokes then like, that sucks babe but thats also not my problem.
Also we’re tired and words is hard when you’re tired
You have to make your fun where you can.
“Critics who treat ‘adult’ as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.”
— C.S. Lewis
Not to mention?? The lexicon and grammatical particulars of online communication are freaking fascinating. There are different dialects and referential imagery that is so steeped in layers of meme evolution that you can literally see a picture of Obama’s eyes kind of half-hooded and know exactly what you’re supposed to feel and it’s so freaking cool because these forms of communication, they aren’t just “zomg random,” they actually do follow rules and have structural foundations that we’ve all somehow internalized, and we use them as a way of relating to one another in a text-based medium that could be, SHOULD be, incredibly stifling but it’s not, because we made it our own. We created new ways of speaking, of communicating with one another clearly even when we can’t see faces or read tone or body language, so that I can say to someone “I did a cool thing!!” online and be talking about the exact same thing I’m also referencing in that corporate email where I say “the objective was successfully completed” but those do not sound the same at all because they aren’t the same at all. One conveys my excitement, my pride, my happiness at achieving whatever goal I achieved, while the other is a polite, professional-sounding report to a superior, and the fact that they were both conveying the same idea in 5 words but in such different ways is freaking awesome, so frankly fuck you if you think I’m somehow ‘childish’ for enjoying that.
Online communication grew organically with my generation and it’s still growing today and it is a freaking playground, so hell yes I’m gonna use the swings and the slide and the monkey bars because it’s fun, and if you want to stand by the fence and scowl at me that’s all right, but it’s your problem, not mine.
The Endgame we deserved, I said what I said
u can tell who the ancients of tumblr are bc they’re the ones not posting anything abt where to find them if this site collapses…we know this site isnt going anywhere….the apocalypse couldnt stop this garbage…..it has the cybernetic code of a cockroach
those of us who’ve been on tumblr 5+ years:
I asked my kids if they’d prefer a secret garden or a secret library and my son shook his head and was like “I don’t trust the secret gardeners and librarians”
Me: what if there aren’t any gardeners or librarians.
Son: there’s always a librarian. Just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they aren’t there. And it’s a garden, there has to be someone taking care of it or it isn’t really a garden.
Me:
Me: this was supposed to be lighthearted
Daughter: don’t trust the secret librarian.
Son: any librarian who hoards a library to themselves is hiding something.
Daughter: /nods seriously/
Me: why are you two talking as if from experience should I be concerned
The kids are right Jazz
But what if I want to be the secret librarian?
Me: what if you were the secret librarian?
Son: wouldn’t be a secret library. I have nothing to hide.
Daughter: so not a secret librarian. A good librarian.
Me: you two are on a wavelength I can’t understand
What a way to find out your kids went on a whole-ass portal fantasy adventure at some point.
GUYS. THERE WAS DRIVE-THROUGH IN ANCIENT ROME. FINDING OUT THIS ALONE IS WORTH THE COST OF MY MASTERS IN HISTORY.
[From Daily Life of the Ancient Romans by David Matz]
*rolls up to the window* yeah gimme a number V combo
“I’ll have two number IXs, a number IX large, a number VI with extra ambrosia, a number VIII, two number XLVs, one with cheese, and a large goblet of wine.”
hail, I am Gaius Furius, welcome to Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives
“YEAH CAN I GET A FVCKIN VVVVHHH….VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVHHHHHHHHH…BVRGER?”
@fortooate I had to do it
Please tell me someone has tagged @dduane and@petermorwood on this…
TL;DR - Yes, Ancient Roman cities had fast food outlets; No, they didn’t have drive-throughs because most vehicles were prohibited except when making deliveries at set times .
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You just tagged me, and it pushed so many buttons, because our research for “Games” (optioned twice so far, though not produced either time) showed us that when it comes to comparing Ancient Roman eating habits with now - and particularly the US - the similarities are remarkable.
The usual name (though see below) was a “thermopolium”, meaning “Hot Food Here”, and archaeologists estimate there were about 300 thermopolia in Pompeii and Herculaneum.
This sounds like a lot, but lower-class Roman tenement dwellings (”insulae”) were usually just somewhere to sleep; there was no bathroom, no toilet and no kitchen. So besides their work all other parts of citizens’ lives, from bathing and eating to peeing and pooping, also happened away from home, in non-domestic facilities like public baths, public latrines (the Guilds of Fullers and Tanners thank you for your contributions) and eating-houses like thermopolia, tabernae and popinae.
The archaeologists think these three words may have been interchangeable, or subject to dialect variations, but saying that Ancient Rome had Diners, Drive-ins and Dives is as close to true as makes no never-mind. There were no Roman “fine dining” restaurants, since meals of that category would be eaten at home with invited guests as part of social networking, but though upper-class Romans looked down on the D, D-I & D establishments, there’s written evidence that they ate from them regardless.
Think of them as a cross between fast-food outlets, gastropubs and tapas bars.
Here’s a reconstruction:
Here are a few examples of real ones, all similar but each different:
Pots of prepared food were set in those counter recesses. I haven’t found out if there was a way to keep it hot, but the design looks like there might have been a charcoal brazier at one end sending hot air through the counter-space on the same principal as a hypocaust (Roman under-floor central heating), otherwise why make the counter of stone rather than wood?
@dduane suggests it may be because old bricks and broken rubble were easier to find, but IMO these were built with more care than just “because it’s cheap”.
The second two have a side that obviously faces the street (they would all have done, it’s just more obvious in those pics) which is where takeaway would have happened. Customers wanting to eat in would have moved along the indoor side of the L-shaped counter.
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As for takeaway, it didn’t include Drive-In or Drive-Through as we’d know it. Roman cities were almost entirely pedestrian so Walk-In or Walk-Through was more likely, but there might be a certain amount of Stop-In-Front-For-Takeaway by hungry deliverymen, ignoring vulgar cries in Vulgar Latin along the lines of “get that bloody cart out of the bloody way!”
Even then it wouldn’t happen at peak times since, except for unusual circumstances, deliveries were restricted to and had to be completed within set hours before and after the business day. Roman writers including Martial and Pliny bitch about being woken at early o’clock by squeaky axles, braying mules and swearing drivers as fresh provisions arrived for sale.
This reconstruction shows the ruts in the road for cart-wheels…
…and these are the real thing, which along with the frequent crossing-stones restricted what size of vehicle could enter the city: local delivery wagons drawn by a single mule, yes, out-of-town heavy freight drawn by a yoke of oxen, no.
There’s a longstanding chicken-and-egg argument over what came first, carts making ruts in soft lava rock, or ruts cut into rock to control carts. Since ruts of the same size (supposedly recycled in the Industrial Revolution as the size of Standard Gauge railway track, YMMV on that) appear on roads in other parts of the Empire which aren’t made of soft lava rock, my two sesterces is on deliberate cutting.
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Okay, so what kind of food did these places serve? Those keep-hot pots (dolias) would have contained vegetables like onions, carrots, leeks, cabbage, etc., also stews of beans, lentils, fish and some cheap kind of meat; since this was poor or at least not-rich people’s food, that meat would have been the inner bits most modern diners don’t want to know about. Not that organ meat worried the Romans; they were nose-to-tail diners in the way that was common throughout history until about 150 years ago.
This 1st-century terracotta relief supposedly shows a basic meal of fish, bread (top left), possibly cheese (bottom left) and an egg (bottom right); there’s a knife (top) and spoon (bottom) to eat with, a cup and a pannier for drink. So far so good.
However IMO what it may show is a kitchen table in the classic cookery demo top-down view. Those two fish are about to be cut up using the knife (top centre right with a curved horn(?) handle and possibly a sheath) then cooked in the pan on the right. There’s a spoon to stir and taste (bottom right), and the egg, bread and cheese(?) are either other ingredients or meant to accompany the pieces of cooked fish when they go into the bowl at top centre left.
Okay, I’m guessing; but it’s a fair guess. :->
Fast food would also have included bread, fresh and dried figs and other fruit, olives, cheese, honey, shellfish, eggs raw and hard-boiled, dried and smoked meat and fish, olive oil and, inevitably, garum, the (in)famous Roman fish sauce to which the entire Empire was addicted. They had FACTORIES to make the stuff though like tanneries, they were built well away from human - or at least wealthy - habitation.
Internet pages delight in focussing on the “Ew, rotted fish guts!” aspect; the Romans for their part would have looked at tomato ketchup and said “hang on, tomatoes are deadly nightshade in a party frock” before falling on them with delight because Ancient Roman recipes suggest a real fondness for sweet-sour. Anyway garum’s not rotted, it’s fermented with lots of salt like Worcestershire and Tabasco.
You know how modern foodstuffs are packaged in distinctive containers so you can spot them easily? Garum did it too.
Some Roman fast-foods were surprisingly familiar: kebabs (meats grilled on spits, including more inner bits); pizza (more of a foccacia or flatbread, drizzled with oil, sprinkled with herbs, topped with cheese and / or bits of meat or smoke-cured salami); burgers (grilled chopped-meat patties using yet more inner bits) and hot-dogs (various sausages including the famous Lucanian Sausage, smoked pork with herbs and pine-nuts).
We don’t know if Roman bakers produced small loaves - what we’d know as buns - for the sausages and burgers; it’s more likely that if eaten modern-style, they’d be seasoned with pepper and a dash of garum, then rolled in a flatbread wrap or put into a split section of the standard Roman panis quadratus loaf, like these on a Pompeii fresco…
…or this actual loaf, somewhat overbaked by Mount Vesuvius.
As mentioned before, there was no ketchup, but there were several kinds of mustard from mild to pungent, including ones made with water, wine, vinegar, honey and of course garum.
The Romans didn’t have popcorn (like tomatoes, maize was still an Atlantic Ocean away) but roasted crunchy chickpeas - in new leek’n’garum flavour! - were a direct equivalent.
Some of what follows is known historical fact; some of the rest is logical extrapolation from research for our “Games” project.
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There may be a day I do not reblog this post but today is not that day!!!
We dont need to hear about your sexual fantasies, disgusting
I mean you called me a slut and I feel like that's open invite. You know who's GREAT at talking about sex? My husband.
This would be the one time I'd allow him to go off about it
I do enjoy talking about sex, but I enjoy more actually having sex. Let's go to bed, doll, this person isn't worth our time, especially when it could be spent in much more pleasurable ways
Madi and Bucky made a way cuter couple than Bucky and some slut
I mean I personally thought I was doing a great job all things considered
Can a person be a slut if they're only with one person? Either way, anon... fuck off! Madi is history, and not history I care to be reminded of. Your opinion is much like yourself, completely irrelevant
I'm going to absolutely ruin you for your husband. With that metal pole for an arm, he probably cant even pleasure you right. Just wait, baby. I'll have you screaming and begging by the time we are done.
Yeah I dont exactly plan on letting anyone else into my pants except for @bucky-barnes-anon
Really this was just pathetic. Metal pole? Haven can attest to the number of... interesting features my arm has, but I hardly need the metal arm to please her. She's already said she's not allowing anyone else to touch her, and if you touch her without consent there won't be a large enough piece of you left to identify
How many bodies do you plan to hide, darling?
I won't need to hide them, they'll be in about a million pieces
Honey, those will still need to be hidden.
That's a bit sadistic of you, isnt it?
Yeah well I'm im a hit of a fucking mood. Your asks today have been fucking awful.
A bit unflavorful, yeah.
Tell you what, you dont kill anyone, and I'll make you some tea and meet you in the bedroom ♡
Fine. But I still reserve the right to kill someone if they touch you without consent
I'm going to absolutely ruin you for your husband. With that metal pole for an arm, he probably cant even pleasure you right. Just wait, baby. I'll have you screaming and begging by the time we are done.
Yeah I dont exactly plan on letting anyone else into my pants except for @bucky-barnes-anon
Really this was just pathetic. Metal pole? Haven can attest to the number of... interesting features my arm has, but I hardly need the metal arm to please her. She's already said she's not allowing anyone else to touch her, and if you touch her without consent there won't be a large enough piece of you left to identify
How many bodies do you plan to hide, darling?
I won't need to hide them, they'll be in about a million pieces
Honey, those will still need to be hidden.
That's a bit sadistic of you, isnt it?
Yeah well I'm im a hit of a fucking mood. Your asks today have been fucking awful.