#americant

[avengerscompound]

Sam Wilson

Captain America: Symbol of Truth (2022)

[havrani-otec]

Moje reakce na tuto informaci

[hatshroom]

Lastly for my teenage self some country human

(America)

[lemon-mint813]

It's so weird watching old content of George, his accent is so much thicker

[peachyzephyr]

what if i just made an amecan week for 2023 how would we feel about that

[lsjornal]

[poolsideconvoz]

Well Happy four score and seven beers ago…when we all drinkin with Lincoln….while we rep the land of the free bc of the braves… as back to back world war champs.. showing all the red, white, and turnt.. and when we gather we sing o say, can you sea, we’re the kids in America. …somethin somethin…. with liberty, equality, and party for all!…….… U.S. of Yay! ….The sweet land of lobotomy! …We stay young, wild, and broke. Soooo Happy fork of July..! Let’s all have one Yankee Doodle day :).. or whatever they say.

[so-what-then]

Always interesting to see posts from white female travel vloggers who are like "top 5 countries I felt unsafe in as a woman😢".

Like lady cmon. You, as a white middle class American tourist, are not "unsafe" in other countries for being a woman. Stfu you wanna be oppressed so bad.

[doctorjackdaw]

jack tries a new trial medication for 18 gazillion dollars and actually has a heart attack. and americe the resident hypervigilant cardiologist loses her shit

jack (he/him) americe (she/him)

[kapitapitalismus]

co má debil jako já udělat aby dostal v Americe ovocnej čaj

[polotucne-mleko]

Ta zombie apokalypsa v česku mi něco připomněla a já teď kvůli tomu musím zapátrat v paměti i v šuplíku abych našla svoje starý OCéčka (který pořád ještě vlastně mám ale přejmenovaný, v úplně jiný době, v úplně jiným světě a s původními postavami mají společnou tak maximálně barvu vlasů a někdy ani to ne)

připravte se protože tohle je dost starý a ne moc dobře promyšlený (a zapamatovaný)

celé se to odehrávalo během jednoho dost parného léta po jakési havárii v 2. polovině 80 let. hlavní postavy žijí na sídlišti. Mezi paneláky jsou postavené barikády, uprostřed mají políčko a na zombíky se střílí z balkónů.

Kdyby to někoho zajímalo, tak když opuští sídliště vezmou si na sebe víc vrstev ale jinak je hic a popravdě, já se radši nechám sežrat než abych v třicítkách nosila bundu.

zombíci

Péťula - extrovertní a sportovně nadaná, umí střílet (ze vzduchovky) a dokonce se i strefit ale ze zombíků podělaná strachy i tak.

Honza, (vylila jsem na něj vodu a chudáček to moc nezvlád, lepší obrázek z doby kdy to byl ještě honza nemám) Maminku má sežranou, tatínka má v americe, nesnese pohled na krev, a je to tak trochu debil (v tom nejlepším slova smyslu)

Maxa, místní mánička, lenoch a jen o něco málo chytřejší než Honza, nechápe vážnost situace, prolejzá okolní byty s Honzou (intenzivní trampské kamarádství) a krade kazety. Na zombíky má meč a myslí si že mu to stačí.

Saša, nešťastná ženská která se o ty puberťáky v tý apokalypse musí starat. (moc to nezvládá) Je jí skoro 30 ale to nikdo nepozná protože jsem v tý době neuměla nakreslit nikoho nad 20 let A to je asi tak všechno. Bylo to pro mě takové nostalgické okénko a teď částečně lituju že jsem ty svoje OCéčka předělala k nepoznání.

[rain-13s-blog]

Quincy: It’s American not Americant.

Lucy: …

Lucy: That is the most beautiful thing a man has ever said to me…

[bogleech]

I swear every time someone's being a colossal ass for no constructive reason on this website they're from one of the weirdo places that spell words in sillier ways like "flavour" or "colour." EDIT: it's just that there's no way to look at those and not think "Flay-vore" or "cull-owwur" and yes we have bad spellings in Americer but we inherited that from lord british anyway!!!

[spiderbedo]

Im shaking

Im not even from americe but im shaking so much rn and ik this is NOTHING compared to what people in americe are feeling but ever since the war betwee russia and ukraine started since my country is a neighbour of ukraine ive been terrified of russia invading us aswell and what trump makes a really bad decision (which wouldn't be suprising), something that makes russia confident enough to attack us too?

Ik i might just be paranoid but im scared. What if i die. Idont want to die. Im so afraid of death and im scared it might reach me after all. Im scared. I hamade plans this moth and um scared ill be dead before i do them. What if im dead by christmas? Or the end of november. Usa has so much influence so i cant go anywhere. Im so scared. Someone help.

[duchessanon]

For the Love of Henri - Tome 8: Return of the Busybody

That’s right, after no demand, the next chapter is here. This saga started over 10 years ago and I may only be on Tome 8 but u can’t rush genius!

Tomes 1-7 here.

What you missed on FTLOH…Henri’s beloved first wife’s (Philanthropina) death was faked by the evil Kate and Meghan. Meghan married Henri but after accidentally burning a piece of Jesu’s cross, she became hated by the nation. Meghan decided to get the public back on side by procreating…however Henri was reluctant to give up his nethers. Meg visited Mistress of the Pubes (JLo) to conceive a baby using a surrogate who turned out to be Henri’s ex lover and nemesis, Jimmu!

…

‘Jimmu!?’ Meg screamed. ‘Jimmu who was a prospect for marrying Henri until Phily stole his heart, but tried to ruin their wedding day on the orders of Bulliam and Snake?!’

‘Yes and what the fuck does it have to do with you???’ Jimmu yelled back.

‘You’re carrying Henri’s baby, you’re the Chosen One’

‘What! You’re the birch who married Henri? You know Phily never needed to use a Chosen One, she had Libby au naturale’.’

The red mist was beginning to descend over Meg but she had to hold it in because Jimmu was carrying the bebe.

‘The bebe will be due in ONE month’ said JLo.

‘What!!! No, I need time to plan my fake bumps. Henri will never believe I’m 8 months pregnant’ Meg screamed.

‘Um, have you met Henri? He’s the dumbest people’s prince EVER! God bless him’ said Eddie.

‘You’re right, I can do this’ Meg knew she could do it because she was an AmeriCAN not an AmeriCANT.

‘One more thing’, the Mistress of the Pubes said. ‘You are responsible for looking after the Chosen One, including all medical expenses and room and board. Bye birches!’ She shoved Meg and Jimmu out of the penthouse to continue her therapy session with Eddie regarding her latest break up with Ben.

*

Six hours later, Meg and Jimmu had touched down in London. As she walked from her gas guzzling jet loaned by Ellen Degenerate, she was handed a secret locked briefcase.

Once they were safely in the car, she opened the case which contained a selection of fake baby bumps. A note in swirly handwriting said ‘From my belly to yours, we are the feminine divine, love Fergie’.

Meg could always count on that crazy birch to come through for her.

‘Right Jimmu, here’s the ground rules, you can stay in our not £4 million cottage, as long as you shut the fuck up about the baby, are we clear?!’

‘Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do, piss flakes?’ Jimmu said, throwing up a middle finger. ‘Besides, the Chosen One’s tongue is tied by the ancient pubes magic. I can’t tell anyone our secret.’

‘Well good, and keep your nethers off Henri too’ Meg warned.

‘I’m a sexual being, I can't help it that men want me’ Jimmu twerked in Meg’s face, causing their driver to swerve at the sight in his rear view mirror.

‘This is gonna be a long month’ Meg muttered.

*

When they got home, Libby was sitting by the fireside reading Aristotle. Henri was whistling ‘whistle while you work’ as he mopped the floor.

‘Henri darling, I’m back from New York, did you miss me?’ Meg said.

‘Oh you’ve been away?...I mean of course I did! And who’s this lovely lady?’

Jimmu had changed into silk underwear and a green veil covered her head, a la Beyonce’s pregnancy announcement.

‘This is my new housekeeper’ Meg said and Jimmu held out her hand to Henri.

Henri took it like the true gent he was and kissed it, ‘enchante Madame’

Jimmu slowly removed her veil, ‘surprise birch, I bet you thought you’d seen the last of me!’

Henri gasped and fell backwards into the dog bowl. He was not expecting to see the woman who tried to ruin his wedding to Phily to be here.

‘Dearest Meghan, we don’t need a housekeeper, Libby and I do everything’ he said from the floor.

‘Well I need one to help with other stuff, dressing, holding my flowers’ Meg said.

‘But Mother Meghan, the public never give you flowers’ Libby said matter of factly. She really was a clever 3 year old.

‘Hush now’ Meg said sweetly.

‘Mama used to dress herself’ Libby continued.

‘Well I’m going to need more help ok! I’m not well!’ Meg wailed.

Henri gasped and finally got up. ‘What is wrong dear?’

‘SHE’S PREGNANT DUMBASS!’ Jimmu screamed.

Henri, still lying in the broken dog bowl gasped, ‘but how could it be?! We haven’t yet…’

Meg had prepared for this question. ‘Well my love, do you remember the night of the full moon? That night I prayed to Jesu and Phily to bless us with a child. We were overcome with love for one another and consummated our love’

‘I really do not recall, could it have been the night that I ingested Leonardo DiCaprio’s healing mushrooms for meditative purposes only?’ Henri asked.

Meg seized her chance, ‘yes yes that was it, eight months ago’

Libby piped up from the landscape she was painting, ‘the night Dear Father ate Leo’s shrooms was not a full moon, Mother Meghan’.

Jimmu had already had enough of this little busybody, ‘recollections may vary! Ok!!! Now keep my mistress’s name out of your mouth!’

‘Jimmu how very dare you, if you are to be a part of this household, you MUST show respect!’ Henri fumed and turned as red as a tomato.

‘MAKE ME ASSHOLE’ Jimmu screamed, shattering the windows. She pushed Henri over and broke the other dog bowl.

All his memories of an altercation with Bulliam swirled in his mind, anger rising from within.

Meg had to do something, and quickly. She did the most natural thing and set her phone to record.

With the phone recording the whole scene, Henri stood up and hollered at the top of his lungs. He was such a gentle people’s prince, never raising his voice, but Jimmu had gone too far. ‘YOU are the biggest busybody breathing Jimmu, and you’re banished from this house, you are not FIT to serve our family!!!’.

M eghan smiled surreptitiously, this had worked out even better than she planned. If she wanted to get the public on side, she’d make Henri the villain!

To be continued.