His features just scream regal, he can portray fantastic emotional range and I would love to see Black Panther as cool, regal, but just faintly dorky (like when he was Hardison in Leverage) now and then? This guy here could pull that off perfectly. Also, stunning hotness.
i’m laughing so hard at how advanced technology is in asgard
the reason thor was disoriented on midgard when he got sent down was because that shit was too basic for him, he was thrown for a loop
for your convenience, clint barton crushing it in dodgeball:
Only Clint remained on his team; Thor and Phil still stood on the other side of the practice room.
"Okay, who thought playing dodgeball with Katniss was a good idea?" Tony complained from the sidelines, rubbing his upper arm wherer one very vicious round patch of red was already starting to turn purple. "Don’t answer that," he amended when Natasha started to remind him that he’d brought it up.
"Hulk not like this game." The big green guy was sitting, pouting, his face in a scowl. He’d been the first one out, too used to things bouncing off of him and too big a target.
"Hey, at least he just tapped you. He got me, Carol, and Sam on a rebound!" Darcy complained, nursing her own bruise.
"You wanted to play," Steve reminded her. Of everyone, Steve had taken his fast elimination with good grace.
"We shall win this battle!" Thor declared, jumping into the air and slamming the red rubber ball down where Clint had been standing seconds before.
Two balls whizzed past Thor, close enough to stir his long golden locks.
"Missed!" Tony crowed.
Careening at different angles the balls bounced off three separate walls before they slammed into the sides of Thor’s head, mashing his face together.
"Aw, shit." Tony slapped his hand to his face. "Agent doesn’t stand a chance. Okay, whiskey time. This is over."
"Watch," Natasha said.
Coulson picked up a ball and walked over to where Clint stood. He tapped Clint lightly; Clint laughed.
"Wait, what?" Tony asked as the two men walked towards the door together.
"He’s still recovering," Clint explained. "Besides, I’m in the mood for thai anyway and loser pays, right?"
"But, but …" Tony sputtered.
"They take turns winning," Natasha explained.
"Aw, that’s so cute," Darcy said. "And Thai does sound good."
Lavoisier is having none of your shit.
Heeeey so fun fact: the woman in that painting is Lavoisier’s wife, Marie-Anne Pierrette Paulze, who not only acted as Lavoisier’s lab assistant but also translated English and Latin texts into French so he could read them. But she didn’t just translate, she pointed out errors in the chemistry in some of the texts. Her observations of these errors convinced Lavoisier to study combustion, which led to his discovery of oxygen. She was also critical to the publication of Lavoisier’s Elementary Treatise on Chemistry in 1789. She kept strict records of every experiment they conducted together and drew detailed diagrams of all their equipment. She also threw amazing parties and invited all the brightest minds in science so her husband could pick their brains. After Lavoisier was guillotined she secured all of his notebooks and equipment for posterity.
In short: NOBODY KICKS MADAME LAVOISIER OUT OF THE LAB.
Also, a side note: My historian husband-to-be pointed some things out to me about this painting. Notice that Madame Lavoisier is looking at the viewer, and all the light is on her, while Lavoisier himself is physically smaller than her, in shadow, and looking up to her in reverence. This isn’t a candid photograph- all of these choices are deliberate. The painting isn’t of Lavoisier- Madame Lavoisier is meant to be the central subject.
I can just imagine Lavoisier telling all his colleagues that his wife is really the one with all the clever ideas, and them patting him on the back and telling him he’s sweet for saying so.
I LOVE IT