"We had fun in those days, carnage and destruction, sacrifice and damnation, ichor and slime and ooze, and foul and nameless games. Food and fun. It was one long party, and everybody loved it except those who found themselves impaled on wooden stakes between a chunk of cheese and pineapple."

Sooo… I’ve hopped on the tentacle Bucky train… but I’ve decided to make a lil’ Octo!Bucky chilling on a nice rock, soaking up some sun.

🐙🐙🐙🐙 my smol son. @garrotteandgoodnight

Tiny cutie pie 🎉🐙🎉

An Octopus unscrewing a lid from the inside.

Octopuses are going to kill us all someday

I had a biology teacher that told us this story about an octopus at an aquarium in Australia. The staff were concerned because their population of crustaceans kept disappearing. No bodies or anything. So they checked the video feed to find out what’s up.

Across from the the crustacean tank was a small octopus tank. This little fucker squeezed out of a tiny hole at the top of his tank, walk across the hall, and get into the crustacean tank. He would then hunt and eat. After he was done, he crawled back out and get back in his tank

Here’s the kicker: security guards patrolled the area. The staff realized that the octopus had memorized the security’s routine. It would escape and be back between the guards’ round.

My friend who worked at Henry Doorly Zoo in Omaha, Nebraska had a similar story.  Rare fish were disappearing, they suspected theft, and so set up a camera. An octopus was unlocking the top of its tank, walking across the suspended walkway, unlocking the other tank, eating his fill, re-locking the other tank, then re-locking its own tank.

I can’t remember what zoo this happened at, but there was another octopus somewhere who was unscrewing a water valve in the room where its tank was located and routinely flooding the place. The staffers had no idea what it was until they filmed the octopus caught in the act.

RELEASE THE KRAKEN!! But, sir, it has already released itself!

Octopus Steals Video Camera, Films Own Escape

Octopus Escapes from Tank to Prowl on its Neighbors

Octopus Escape — 600-pound (272-kilogram) octopus wriggles through a passageway the size of a quarter

Legging It: Evasive Octopus Has Been Allowed to Look for Love

Octopus Escapes through Small Hole in Ship

My dad worked in a lab and one of the rooms had a tank with an octopus in it. If they didn’t go play with the octopus he got bored and would climb out of his tank and steal the paperwork off the desks, and drag stuff into his tank to let the scientists know he was upset with them.

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Look at these clever octopuses oh my gosh I love them

From today be careful when you go to the bathroom :v

A partir de hoy ten cuidado cuando vayas al baño :v

A hahaha omg @garrotteandgoodnight

This is incredible

Colony Vs. The Tax Evaders for Freedom and Justice

This fills the tentacle square on my bingo card.  Challenger @rose-on-the-mountain, who is also responsible for the Tax Evaders. 

I’m not sure if this will actually fit into the Happy Lights ‘verse, or if it’s just a fun sort of what-if scenario, but I hope you enjoy it!

“They call themselves The Tax Evaders for Freedom and Justice,” Steve explained. He rubbed at the center of his forehead. “They’re registered as a church.”

“That is a joke,” Tony insisted. “There’s no way that is actually not a joke.”

Steve shrugged helplessly. “That’s what the file says. They’ve recruited some B-list villains including… The Kangaroo, Asbestos Lady, and… Flag Smasher?” He was miserable just reading the names and pushed his tablet away so he could put his face in his palm.

“Wow,” Clint said, “You are a massive troll, Cap, but I don’t think even you could troll this hard. Why are we getting called for this one? Isn’t this something that the cops can handle? Or, you know… the local biker gang?”

“We don’t really have anything better to do at the moment,” Steve pointed out, “And it would be a good training exercise for our newest member.”

The colony didn’t quite understand the point of chairs, but it was trying to imitate its human colony members. Several of the larger tentacles were coiled around the empty chair at the briefing table, and the rest were spread out over and around the table to keep limbs wrapped around their humans. It was a small subcolony of only forty-seven members who had come back with ‘Steve Colony’ after their last trip to the colony homeworld, and looked intent on setting up a permanent colony presence.  

“Can’t we just sic the IRS on them? I mean…The Church of the Tax Evaders for Freedom and Justice. Really,” Clint persisted.

Think of it like a team building exercise, Tony suggested, and the colony lit up gold at his mental voice. I have new arrows for you to try out.

Sold! Clint agreed.

Sold! the colony repeated, flickering through a quick rainbow of colors, and then asked, Sold?

The colony did not understand currency, and the last time Tony had tried to explain the concepts of buying and selling, they’d ended up in a circular loop of Why? for most of the night. About the only thing the colony had been attracted to during the conversation was Tony unleashing financial ‘logic’ into the colony mindspace. It was a good thing they weren’t interested in using the colony’s understanding of math to their own benefit, because they could just about take over the world with only minimal effort and the colony’s help.

Let’s not start that conversation again, Bruce pleaded. “Asbestos Lady?”

Steve checked the notes. He grimaced, but offered, “Apparently she’s fire-proof?”

“And dying of asbestos poisoning?” Sam guessed. His chair was conspicuously tentacle-free, but he had his head propped up on one fist and was casually petting the magenta tentacle that had wrapped around his water glass, the end periscoped up to eye level and nuzzling against his fingers. It flickered gold and the colony was suffused with a definite sense of smugness at the attention. “Has the colony been cleared to leave the tower?”

“Technically or theoretically?” Tony asked innocently. He was completely bound to his chair by a dozen thick loops and being towed around the table at the colony’s leisure.

Sam hastily held up a hand. “I don’t even want to know. Plausible deniability is a thing.”

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“I think he just genuinely hates flags.”

That’s where I lost it :D 

This Avengers with a psychic bond via living-day-glow-mood-tentacle teammate… this is a universe that there is more of, yes?

It’s the Happy Lights series! Well worth a read, I found them super enjoyable, though I noticed your “gen” tags and wanted to just warn up front that most of the series is very thoroughly not gen :D It arose out of the Dubious Consentacles tag festival we had a while back, though in general it’s less “dubious” than the tag implies. Really good stuff :) 

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This is wonderful and I needed a happy fic after a 65 hour work week and this hit all of the happy fluff buttons and it possibly shouldn't have done because *tentacles* but the cute kind. The nice kind of tentacles.

Have some Mer!Bucky I’ve been working because @garrotteandgoodnight is terrible.

Soon everyone can read about Bucky tearing people's faces off and eating them if that's your thing.

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It's so beautiful. I feel like any attempt on Bucky's part of domestic suburbia would be ruined by playing spot the Hydra Agent ..

Love and Trust in CA:TWS

“We knew, that despite all the diplomacy and the handshaking and the rhetoric, to build a better world sometimes means having to tear the old one down.” 

HYDRA doesn’t need you to be a Nazi. That’s a distraction; HYDRA merely asks that you mistrust and hate other people. That’s their way in, and it’s an easy one: just turn on the news. People are terrible, dead set on destroying the environment, history, ideals, and – most of all – each other… Not you, of course. You know better. So isn’t it then your duty to save people from themselves, even if they can’t see it’s for their own good?

Once HYDRA knows your cause, it’s just a matter of looking up the correct script in their asset-handling files and telling you what you want to hear. Everybody has a file.

“I know I’m asking a lot, but the price of freedom is high; it always has been. It’s a price I’m willing to pay. And if I’m the only one, then so be it. But I’m willing to bet I’m not.”

This is why Steve is HYDRA’s antithesis. It’s more than fighting bullies – his worldview is entirely incompatible with their vision because each is based on opposite conclusions about humanity. Steve is willing to bet on us. 

It’s telling that HYDRA’s answer to Captain America is an ‘ideal’ soldier who has been utterly stripped of identity and agency, while Steve represents both the desire to be better and the freedom to make that choice. For himself; for everyone. This is not naivete. Anyone who survives to adulthood will have long-since learned that justice may exist, but is far from guaranteed, and Steve’s decision to both love and trust others is a dangerous one. As others have said: choosing to be a moral person in an amoral world is one of the hardest things there is.

“Grandad loved people. But he didn’t trust them much.”

Fury is interesting. 

He doesn’t share HYDRA’s contempt for humanity, but it’s no coincidence that he delivers his anecdote about lacking trust even while Project Insight, the poisonous fruit of this mindset, looms in the background. He represents the gulf between HYDRA’s misanthropy and Steve’s defiant faith in others, the complicated middle-ground between two complicated extremes.

Nick’s paranoia is hard-earned – it’s a survival mechanism – yet the behaviors that made him successful were instrumental in HYDRA’s infiltration of SHIELD. His rational reaction to evil also allowed that evil to perpetuate itself. But what do you do if that’s the only way you know how to live?

Social Media Manipulation and Electioneering: How the US Billionaire behind Donald Trump’s election also helped engineer Brexit

Robert Mercer, who bankrolled Donald Trump, played key role in Brexit by using using military disinformation tactics via Breitbart News and analytic data from Facebook

Cambridge Analytica, an offshoot of a British company, SCL Group, which has 25 years’ experience in military disinformation campaigns and “election management”, claims to use cutting-edge technology to build intimate psychometric profiles of voters to find and target their emotional triggers. Trump’s team paid the firm more than $6m (£4.8m) to target swing voters in the US election.

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The 3 important B’s

All of us.