Here’s a test:
I’m holding a baby in one hand and a petri dish holding a fetus in the other.
I’m going to drop one. You chose which.
If you really truly believe a fetus is the same thing as a baby, it should be impossible for you to decide. You should have to flip a coin, that’s how impossible the decision should be.
Shot in the dark, you saved the baby.
Because you’re aware there’s a difference.
Now admit it
Anonymous said: Okay the baby ones are cute but what about the pre-schooler ones because they can actually talk and it's like "Daddy, look what I found! I'm a big girl now!" and Clint's too busy trying to figure out how to put up a ponytail by youtube tutorial because natasha is out at the moment and ponytails are this week's theme at daycare. but when he looks up the little one has an arrow in one and it's not of her plush toys it's real and he realizes that maybe he should have toddler-proofed a little better
"oh, GOD, honey, give me the arrow!"
"no—NO, it’s not yours. jesus, baby, where’d you find this?"
"with the rest of them."
"the rest of them?"
"in the closet!"
as soon as clint drops her off at preschool, he calls tony.
"tony, i need you to make me locks. childproof locks that even a super genius kid like you couldn’t undo."
"childproof locks stark remix style coming right up, green arrow."
Awesome day = yesterday
Barnes and Noble run: check
State Fair loot: check
Utilizing siblings high school basketball skills to get loot: check
Saying a mental thank you for the other sibling marrying a spouse who will go on the rides no one else will with you: check
I think I might have broken my finger reblogging this.
EVERYONE TAKE A MINUTE TO JUST APPRECIATE THE FACT THAT DONALD GLOVER EXISTS AND KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK IS UP
that’s almost too cruel
I had to do this once with Privateer II: The Darkening. It gained a bit when he said “I bet you didn’t play it through, I bet somebody just told you how…” and I was able to smile gently and say “God, possibly, since I wrote the game.” And plainly the Deity was with me that day, as I happened to be carrying docs from my UK agent (who’d done the deal) that showed not only that I was the writer, but the five-figure sum I had been paid. …It was a happy day for me. Not so much for him. I’d never had a referent for the word “slink” for a full grown male before. As in “slink away in utter dejection.” I smiled for at least three days without stopping. And am smiling now… I had completely forgotten about this.
Reblogging because “I beat the game” is fantastic, but “I wrote the damn thing” is even better.
I’m not a gamer but I’ll always reblog these.
Vicious. I love it.
A possum broke into an Australian bakery and ate so many pastries it couldn’t move. This is how they found him.
I live for this post
"Do what you must, for I have already won."