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Deer, Tumblr, and Blog: cavaticaminor: tigerliliesinthebathtub: sixpenceee: Deer spotted resting on a grave a.k.a. forest spirit visiting an old human friend. Let’s just take a moment and be in awe.

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Funny, God, and Head: enndgame added scene by meg OKOKYE Don't worry; she's got help. As Peter gapes in awe, a wide array of powerful female Avengers tower over him, ready to follow Carol into battle. As the women throw themselves at the opposing army with fierceness and poise, one figure stands back. Shuri jogs up to the boy, unable to hide her excitement despite the circumstances. SHURI You are the spiderboy! I've seen your videos on YouTube! She extends her arm to him but then quickly realizes there's blasters engulfing both her hands. He shyly waves her off and she settles to watching him slowly pick himself up. The teens' surrounding them world seems sheltered from the chaos PETER Y-yeah! And you're... well I don't know your name but you seem pretty cool- well not just cool you're obviously very accomplished and saying "cool" seems to diminish- Shuri CHUCKLES as she blasts an approaching monster from her right SHURI You can call me Shuri. I'm the Black Panther. Peter tilts his head. PETER I thought I met.., and you But... don't really seem- SHURI Well, I'm not the Black Panther, I just clothe, arm, educate, and generally make sure he doesn't die so an argument can be made that I, Shuri, princess of Wakanda, am more worthy of the title but- PETER Look out! Peter, sensing impending danger, pulls Shuri closer to him using his web shooters. Suddenly, Thor comes crashing down 2. in the spot where she was Peter as the god takes off again in a flash of lightning. just standing. Shuri turns to SHURI You know, those shooters are not nearly as efficient as be they could Peter looks flabbergasted. PETER (laughing) Ha, that' s funny. Actually, Mr Stark made these himself. SHURI Well, looks like Mr. has a few things to learn. Stark still Shuri tilts Peter's head to the side before shooting right through another monster SHURI (CONT'D) Come by my lab after this is all over and maybe one day you'll be even smarter than him. PETER (nervous) -Ha, I doubt that SHURI I don't. Shuri winks at Peter before disappearing into the ravenous crowd. Peter gapes as he watches her go. outoftheframework: I know this is pretty low quality but I want to start a series of adding endgame scenes that are 100% fan service.Lmk what you think + what you want to see next :)Thanks!

outoftheframework: I know this is pretty low quality but I want to start a series of adding endgame scenes that are 100% fan service.Lmk wh...

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Batman, Bitch, and Click: gotham city by meg INT. WAREHOUSE NIGHT The discordant SCREECH of a wooden chair's being dragged across a concrete floor echoes through the spacious yet deserted warehouse. The tinted lights are dim, some flickering without any discernible pattern. A heavy pair of boots stomp rhythmically as an man makes his way across the room, the chair firmly in his grip. The man, a nameless HENCHMAN type, is who someone with manners would refer to as "burly" or "built." He stops underneath the brightest light in the room, setting the chair down and revealing its occupant. He is wearing a golden "RR" symbol decorating his chest. Despite the sack covering his features, one can still make out his raven hair poking out of the burlap fabric. a uniform of sorts, with black and red details plus HENCHMAN (gruff) Seems like the Batman... is losing his touch RED ROBIN's head twitches underneath the sack. RED ROBIN (muffled) Do I look like Batman to you? The henchman circles the teen like a tiger stalking its prey, if that tiger had one too many antelope dinners. He forces out a deep and planned LAUGH HENCHMAN No, no, no. Much too small, you are Red Robin shifts in his seat. Inaudible muffling can be heard from underneath the sack. HENCHMAN (CONT'D) Shhh, little bird. You must save your breath! Air will get spare quite soon. Henchman LAUGHS again, but this time his voice horribly cracks. He COUGHS quickly, but the damage was done. Red Robin shifts in his seat once more in the following uncomfortable silence. HENCHMAN (CONT'D) So tell me- 2. Henchman tries to restore the tense atmosphere by slipping an obnoxiously sized syringe full of mysterious liquid out of a package hidden in his coat pocket. HENCHMAN (CONT'D) Where is the bat? My employer just wants to... chat. Red Robin drops his head to the side, effectively communicating a "bitch, please" without the spoken word. Henchman menacingly shakes his head as he stalks toward the teen HENCHMAN (CONT'D) I had a feeling you were the dumb robin A voice suddenly cuts through the heavy air. RED HOOD (from above) Damn right! The man drops the syringe in surprise, eliciting CRASH Red Robin perks up at the dialogue, using the hand that was supposedly tied to the splintering wooden chair to lift the sack from his head. a horrid RED ROBIN (yelling) I resent that! More bickering voices start to emerge from the darkened catwalk above the factory floor. The henchman stands stunned SPOILER Hey, don't say that! sensitive. He's ROBIN Weakest Robin, maybe. Getting himself kidnapped by this oaf? Disgraceful RED ROBIN (yelling) We literally planned this! It was your idea! Red Robin starts untying the ropes around his ankles. 3. ROBIN Maybe there's a reason you're always playing kidnapped! RED ROBIN (yelling) Because you guys are jerks? NIGHTWING Hey, I volunteered to be kidnapped this time! BATGIRL Oh, honey. We all know how that would play out. A communal GROAN emits from the batkids as they reminisce on the last time Dick volunteered to play kidnapped. RED HOOD I take it back, Wing's the dumb Robin NIGHTWING OKAY, first of all, not my fault- the fire was The batkids devolve into unintelligible BICKERING. To an outside observer, it would seem as Red Robin is yelling into darkness filled with disembodied voices. Henchman SPUTTERS, unable to form coherent words. HENCHMAN H-hey! You- You can't- ALL BATKIDS (yelling) Shut up! The henchman shuts his gaping mouth with the CLICK of his teeth HENCHΜΑΝ (talking to himself) I 'm not getting out of this, am 1? A pair of white eyes cut through the darkness behind him ΒΑΤΜAΝ No outoftheframework: outoftheframework: so a little fun tidbit about me is that i write screenplays. i challenged myself to write one in fifteen minutes, unedited, and then post it. this is what happened. enjoy? so so so thankful and in awe to the response to this post. I love screenwriting and it would be my pleasure to provide you guys with more high quality work in the future, y’all make me so happy.thank you :)
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Police, Eiffel Tower, and French: French police in awe as the yellow vest protestors take down the Eiffel tower, (2018)

French police in awe as the yellow vest protestors take down the Eiffel tower, (2018)

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Train, Railgun, and German: German train conductor in awe of the Gustav railgun (c. 1941)

German train conductor in awe of the Gustav railgun (c. 1941)

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America, Bless Up, and Children: We don't have kids, so my wife and I took our dog around to look at lights in the neighborhood. He was in awe I met a former hotel executive last year. Nice British gentleman, polished, funny, quietly brilliant (obviously - running an internationally recognized hotel chain is no walk in the park). He came to America (Los Angeles). He was directed to the immigration office. He presented an English passport. He was told to come back the next day. He did. The immigration office tendered him a green card. That was it. So began the story of a man who came to America on a whim and built a company that continues to employ tens of thousands of Americans at all levels of income and has handed Uncle Sam millions (if not billions) of tax dollars. This is nothing if not the American Dream. Last week, a 7-year-old Guatemalan girl died, hours after she was taken into Border Patrol custody. Out of respect, the media will not report her name, so I will honor her by calling her Maria. Maria died of septic shock and dehydration. Before Maria’s death, her body temperature was measured at 105.7 degrees. The treatment to which my hotelier pal was afforded by this country in the 1950s was a bit different from the treatment Maria and many others showing up at our border experience. We are a great country. We have great people working for our federal government. We have been great in the past and we will be great in the future but God is sending us a message. Like children who die in classrooms of gun violence, children like Maria who die painful deaths trying to get to the promised land of America are examples upon which we must reflect. And we must change. We can do better. We simply have to. Bless up.

I met a former hotel executive last year. Nice British gentleman, polished, funny, quietly brilliant (obviously - running an internationally...

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