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You should be able to rot in bed for 2, maybe 3 hours after waking up before it starts affecting what time it is. If I wake up at 8:30 and lie in bed for 2hr it should still be 8:30 when I get up

darkmaga-retard

the-davest-of-uncles

Many, many scientists have been led to belief in God by their work.

“The first gulp from the glass of natural sciences will turn you into an atheist, but at the bottom of the glass God is waiting for you.”

-- Werner Heisenberg, a 1932 Nobel laureate and father of quantum mechanics

isa-ah

it should be illegal to take a nap and still have a headache when you wake up. like no i shut it off and back on again why are you still here

a-3asfoor

I'll never get tired of loving the view of sunsets, sky and moon.

evvergreen

they don't want you to know this but rereading books is not a waste of time and is actually even more fun than the first time around

funny-tik-toks

prideandprejudiceandknuckles

strialternatives

street-of-mercy

washington | a hawkeye/black widow au

The mission is like any other, even if it takes place in the heart of the country. Get in. Retrieve the files and eliminate the target. Get out. They flirt and banter along the way, make a bet who’s going to finish their task first (her downloading the files or him taking out the target). They never find out. It’s all a trap, has been from the start and when Natasha finds the dead guards, hears Clint telling her he’s going in, she knows, it’s too late. His hoarse, broken Nat echoes in her mind for weeks.

He is brought to a secret facility, a playground for doctors who use him for their horrible and cruel experiments. Nightmares become his constant friend but he never gives up, trusts Nat to come for him. She gives her best, uses every tool in her arsenal to get information about his whereabouts, doesn’t rest until she has finally found him.

Time loses all meaning but one day there’s a hidden message from her, carved into a wooden panel, and Clint has barely time to process its meaning before he hears the unmistakeable sound of Nat’s Widow’s Bite. They bring hell down on the place, leaving nothing behind but smoking ruins and crushed bodies - like Budapest all over again. They don’t look back as they drive off.

Natasha takes him to her temporary hideout, an old barrack in the desert, and for a moment she has to close her eyes, battling her own emotions as she sees the extend of Clint’s injuries. Gently, with far greater care than one would suspect, she cleans him, runs her hands over his bruised body. When he wraps his fingers around hers and slowly pulls her close, she doesn’t resist. For the first time, their nightmares stay away.

#i love this so much #I will never not ship them #clintasha #clint x natasha #otp: remember budapest