Two Sides of a Coin That Are No Longer Currency

He pushed himself up from his chair. “Perhaps it vould be easier to show you zan explain,” he mused. “My control ist still not perfect,” he articulated, “But it ist much improved since zen.” He abruptly vanished and reappeared on the other side of the desk in front of Zola, stumbling slightly before straightening. “Previously I had no control of it, und it took me vhere it villed at a moment’s notice,” he said. “It takes much effort to control, so it does not do such a sing again,” he said dryly. “More so to make it do as I vill, razer zan ze vill of ze Cube.”

“Correct,” he said slowly, eying Zola carefully. “Zis . . . power, could be useful, if I could control it more easily,” he said, looking at his hand as if he could see through it. “However, for now, it is nosing but a nuisance.” Blue eyes moved back to Zola. “You have my. . . trust, as per usual, Doktor,” he said finally.

Actions like these are so damn vile that it reminds you why there is a hell…

kill all fascists 

I usually use my thinnest coin or a key to tear them down, just in case.

Make sure people know about this, and fuck up anyone you see placing them

||eslksfdjlkersjl you look hot AF in this picture, woman.

*when you follow and talk to ppl for months and don't know their damn name*

put your name in the tags.

He crossed his legs. “Ze tesseract, fickle bitch zhat she ist, changed me… sent me across zhe galaxy. I haff been tryingk to control ze… distortion since zhen. Herr Strucker used Loki’s scepter to bring me back to Earth,” he explained, his voice level.

He pushed himself up from his chair. “Perhaps it vould be easier to show you zan explain,” he mused. “My control ist still not perfect,” he articulated, “But it ist much improved since zen.” He abruptly vanished and reappeared on the other side of the desk in front of Zola, stumbling slightly before straightening. “Previously I had no control of it, und it took me vhere it villed at a moment’s notice,” he said. “It takes much effort to control, so it does not do such a sing again,” he said dryly. “More so to make it do as I vill, razer zan ze vill of ze Cube.”

“So it is true. You haf returned…” Zola’s accent was softer, even changed by a long time in America. “How? Where were you?”

He crossed his legs. “Ze tesseract, fickle bitch zhat she ist, changed me. . . sent me across zhe galaxy. I haff been tryingk to control ze. . . distortion since zhen. Herr Strucker used Loki’s scepter to bring me back to Earth,” he explained, his voice level.