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@hawkwxrd asked: “If I had — a friend — hypothetically — that might have accidentally bought a cursed deck of uno cards at a flea market — hypothetically what should I—HE do?”
John was quiet for...probably longer than was appropriate, but he just couldn’t get his head around a cursed Uno deck. How did they know? Did cards disappear? Self-immolate? Did the entire deck float from time to time? “How d’ye know they’re cursed? Like, how does it manifest?”
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@hawkwxrd asked: “ i don’t wanna talk about it. you got a beer? ” ↳ prompts for emotionally stunted idiots
❝ Don’t drink. ❞ Two simple words that would essentially CUT OFF his brother’s attempt at putting aside whatever was eating at him. Barney simply couldn’t get into the habit of alcohol given their family’s HISTORY with the substance. Barney didn’t even glance up from the table as he worked on repairing his bow after some asshole had nearly snapped it. ❝ Also from what I’ve seen, alcohol’s got this real nasty habit of making someone WANT to talk so if that’s how you’re gonna hide your issue, then you really need an alternative. You’re gonna end up talkin’ about it anyways. So how about you sit down, ❞ his foot moved to push out the chair opposite from the table, ❝ and tell me who’s got my brother all riled up this time? Really don’t feel like literally fighting it out of you today. ❞
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@hawkwxrd said: “Can you explain to me how baking soda volcanos work? I mean I know why — but I want to know WHY…”
He doesn't know why such simple questions make him grin like an idiot, they just do.
❝ Wall you see vinegar is acetic acid and baking soda is sodium bicarbonate, and when they come in contact the acid decomposes the sodium which makes carbon dioxide, that's a gas, the gas bubbles, building up pressure in the volcano until the gas fizzles out it ❞
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Steve was quiet for a long time. He wasn't the only person in the room and he was acutely aware of that, just like he was aware of the fact that all he had to do was say something. Anything. Casual statement, a question, an observation. Anything that would break the silence would be better than the quiet. And he was still aching. He knew he probably wouldn't be the only one -- absolutely wouldn't be the only one. And he just stayed quiet, the echo of everything that had been happening only hours before, starting to fade away. the fight had been loud and harsh and jarring, and it was done. He was quiet.
One shift of his foot had him startling, pushing himself up into a seated position before fixing a look at Clint. Then, abruptly, Steve pushed himself up and blew out a breath. He walked over toward the man and gently nudged the edge of his seat with his knee. "Come grab a bite with me?" He wasn't sure it was the promise of a broken quiet in another room, but he knew he didn't want to be alone. More than that, he knew he didn't feel alone. "I'm paying," he joked, seeing as how he was headed toward the kitchen.
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@hawkwxrd replied to your post “Tony. Hypothetically how well insured are your cars for accidents?”
Barton rubbed at the back of his head nervously. "----My chest is a sore from the seatbelt--hey at least I wear my seatbelt--but no one else is hurt." He looked down guiltily, chewing on his inner cheek. "Sorta borrowed your car---I'm sorry Tony. I--I'll yanno, pay for the repairs or whatever---I mean you know I can't right now---but I will, promise."
Tony stared at him even harder, then released a sharp breath and got to his feet. “Right, okay, c’mere. We clearly have to discuss priorities. What happened?”
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“... Okay, but, how do you even fit that much inside you?”
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"I don't generally sleep in--anything but I'm supposed to wear clothes at the tower. Cuz when you gotta get up in an emergency it's wise to have pants on I've learned."
“I have been in the same situation--I understand, Clint.” He smiles at the man. “Many a time back in the early 800s..” A grin. “I made a lot of shieldmaidens happy.”
