as people who have followed this blog for longer might know, sometimes I go hang out with this corn genetics lab at school, as in we meet up on friday nights to talk about corn science and stuff. once the corn genetics subject of the week is covered sometimes we go off track and start talking about other stuff. as u may imagine from a corn genetics lab, most of the members grew up on farms here in the midwest, and one night we were talking and a couple of the people started discussing an urban legend that they were taught as kids to keep them from running into their family’s cornfields and getting lost. one of those people was from Nebraska, and the other from rural minnisoda- these were isolated incidents of this urban legend happening, and all of us were deeply engrossed in this. i cannot make this shit up, this is the story:

there are wolves that live inside the corn when it’s full grown. they’re huge, and are camouflaged to hide in the fields. their breathing sounds like the misting of the irrigation systems set up over the corn in these areas for water. if they see small children in the fields, they kill and eat them.

now I’ve lived my whole life in suburban Iowa, and I can vouch that we don’t have irrigation systems like that here; our group came to the conclusion that this must be the reason that from our 7 or 8 person sample size, the corn wolves did not exist in Iowa, the largest producer of corn. I’ve never seen the corn wolves mentioned anywhere else outside that one night with the genetics lab, and it really fascinates me because as a horror/creepypasta person myself, I think it’s a great example of those strange little urban legends that never get written down on paper. the fact that it’s never appeared anywhere else in my life kind of confounds me, because it’s a really cool story. i like to go driving around rural Iowa when I’m home from college, and i always end up thinking about the corn wolves.

Source: Me Map 1 – Cultural Micro-Regions of the Heartland and Great Plains: I think that this map might help to visualize where both cornfields and rural lifestyle predominate, opening the door to rural folklore. The two regions here where corn agriculture is predominant are the orange and yellow regions. The orange region, the classic “Heartland”, hosts Indiana Hoosier culture and the cornfields of Illinois and Ohio. However, the region is marked by smaller farms and a higher population density, and is not that rural compared to the plains further west; much of this region also hosts larger cities and a lot of Rust Belt industrial zones and dairy farms. The yellow region, however, is both covered in corn and quite rural, where crops can span from horizon to horizon. That’s where we would look for German folk culture.

“we are on the field, we witnessed that the population has changed and if we give the name of Arnaud Beltrame in this district, the population will take that as a provocation”.

Honouring someone who fought AGAINST Islamic extremism will provoke the moderate, well integrated Muslims of France.

because literally two seconds later, Thanos leaves Steve knocked the fuck out with one swift punch to the face

meanwhile Tony Stank is on another planet getting moons thrown at him and giving Thanos an actual fight using tech he built himself

like bitch even Thanos was Shook™️ for a moment before he did the stabby stabby which led us to this iconic line where he is talking directly to Tony!

But y’all wanna stay sleepin on Anthony Edward Stark callin him a villain and whatever. Like the behavior he exhibited was Iconic, like the Legend jumped out. And yes, Thanos did look annoyed when he was going up against Steve before getting the last infinty stone but it was probs because Steve’s dumb ass didnt realize that he has two fuckin hands and was just tryna hold Thanos’ hand or some shit idk

Eddie: Ven, I'm making dinner at home.

Why isn’t Jeff Bezos tracking down street people and giving them each 100 thousand dollars????

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volume IS very much a part of the american hospitality tradition, and Nobody Leaves Hungry is important. but you have to recognize that it’s not how we cook for ourselves, it’s how we welcome guests and strengthen community ties.

so in order to give you a celebratory experience and make you feel welcomed, family restaurants make the portions big enough that even if you’re a teenage boy celebrating a hard win on the basketball court, you’re still going to be comfortably full when you leave.

of course, that means that for your average person with a sit-down job, who ate a decent lunch that day, it’s twice as much as they want or more. that’s ok. as mentioned above, taking home leftovers is absolutely encouraged. that, too, is part of american hospitality tradition; it’s meant to invoke fond memories of grandma loading you down with covered dishes so you can have hearty celebration food all week. pot luck church basement get-togethers where the whole town makes sure everybody has enough. that sort of thing. it’s about sharing. it’s about celebrating Plenty.

Avengers AU - If Tony was Peter’s biological father

Tony is super protective of his son. And Peter, inspired by his dad, becomes Spiderman anyway (his dad and his Uncle Rhodey figure him out in a second though).

Would it make you more comfortable if Peter was over the AOC? Like, 21?

Let’s consider the possibilities of A4

When Tony rescues Peter from the soul stone, the first thing the will happen is The Proper Hug. After that? Fuck central.

You think Tony and Peter would be able to keep their hands off each other? It would be everything they could do not to undress right there in front of everybody and fuck on the ground. When they get back to Tony’s house, they land on the bed hard, hands in each other’s hair and tongues down each other’s throats.

And oh, god, Peter has been thinking about this for years. Even as a teen the very thought of Tony murmuring sweet nothings in his ear had him hard enough to burst on the spot, but now, scraping 21, with Tony fucking Stark between his legs, Peter thinks he might lose it before Tony has even reached for the button on his jeans.

“Did you miss me?” Tony bites into Peter’s neck, not even worrying about the marks he leaves behind. “It feels like you missed me.”

A pointed roll of Tony’s hips has Peter gasping sharply. “Yeah, yeah I missed you, fuck.” Peter grabs Tony’s hair to direct his mouth back onto his, kissing him roughly and ignoring the crack in his voice as he murmurs, “God, I missed you so much, Mr. Stark.”

“I missed you too, kid.” Tony says, wiping at the tears trying to dribble into Peter’s ears. “But we’re here now, alright?”

Peter sniffs and nods, forcefully rolling Tony onto his back to straddle his hips. Their teeth click together due to their lack of finesse, but neither of them care as clothes start to hit the floor. Peter’s body quakes when Tony wraps a warm hand around his cock.

Tony smiles against the moan Peter chokes into his mouth when he starts to move his hand up and down the sensitive flesh. “Good?”

“Good.” Peter whimpers, grabbing Tony’s hand and holding it still. Peter swallows. “Too good. Hold on.”

“We have time.” Tony says softly. “You can come, and we can just keep going until you’re ready?”

Peter nods slowly, his hand falling to his side to let Tony continue to stroke him. He can’t hold his focus well enough to keep kissing Tony, and opts to bury his face in Tony neck, whimpering quietly.

“That’s it.” Tony coos, swirling his palm over Peter’s head and using the accumulated precum to further aid his movements. “Perfect. Perfect for me, Peter.”

Tony’s praise has Peter hitting the roof, hot splashes of come landing over Tony’s stomach and dribbling down his fingers. Peter sobs quietly with the force of his release, rocking his hips into Tony’s hand with each wave. When Peter’s soul returns to his body, Peter makes quick work of returning the favor for Tony.

Toys and stuffed animals. And he sleeps with them. And when Eddie isn’t feeling well and he’s sleeping, Venom grabs his favorite stuffed animal and tucks it close to Eddie and out of habit in his sleep, Eddie rolls over and cuddles the stuffed animal closer, and Venom gets all happy that he’s helping him feeling better and I must go scream into the void now.