jumpingjacktrash:

the-real-seebs:

ursulavernon:

Frogs fall out of my mouth when I talk. Toads, too.

It used to be a problem.

There was an incident when I was young and cross and fed up parental expectations. My sister, who is the Good One, has gold fall from her lips, and…

quigonejinn:

Jaegers are only as good as their pilots—so jaeger pilots became rock stars. PPDC in Magazines: 1/?

the jaeger program publicity machine/in universe fandom thing is amazing bc it explains so much about the hansens you have herc who had his prime fighting days essentially in the opening montage: they got really good at it - winning and jaeger pilots were like rock stars the gage twins talk show segment?  you KNOW the press was all over Herc and Scott Hansen like WHOA so Herc’s reticence and anti-grandstanding persona seems like something that naturally grows out of being in the spotlight 24/7 (thinking of how modern celebs who dont implode tend to retreat into stillness and extreme privacy when the hysteria kicks off) and he dealt with that and those were some intense years (cover stories and interviews and leading news items and praise praise praise) but then there’s Chuck: he came along MUCH later - his time as a pilot happens mainly during the stacker/UN shutdown conference call not only are pilots not rock stars - they’re getting fired and replaced with a big fence there’s no Chuck Hansen cover story - there’s no talk show interviews - there’s no goddamn jaegers left anyway so his shrill little tirade to the press re: THAT’S STRIKER’S TENTH KILL TO DATE - IT’S A NEW RECORD make a lot. more. sense. the Gage twins had a Nike contract and a bidding war over the screenplay Chuck Hansen’s 5th kill doesn’t even make the main headline (tags from harrietvane)

Masculinity in the MCU is coded like, well, like Nick Fury. Being a masculine guy means that you have the power to stop the bad guys, whether with a gun like Coulson or with your smarts like Tony or by way of gamma radiation like Bruce Banner. It’s rare in most any media to have a male character like Fitz, who’s unapologetic about his love for Simmons, his apparent fear of guns, his lack of field knowledge. A character like Fitz would normally be the butt of a joke, not the acclaimed hero, and yet S.H.I.E.L.D. goes out of its way to prove that the Wards of the world don’t always have to be the ideal when it comes to masculinity. With Ward and Fitz, S.H.I.E.L.D. asks us to consider what a weak man truly acts like, and concludes that physical strength and mental stoicism are not always the mark of a strong man. Strength is compassion, and compassion is badass.

Sexualized Saturdays: Ward, Fitz, and S.H.I.E.L.D.’s Ideal of Masculinity (source)

Fitz isn’t the only subversive take on masculinity in the MCU, either.  Think about it:  almost all the male heroes have some sort of vulnerability, some moment of “weakness”, that goes against the stereotype of what it is to be a tough, strong man, but it doesn’t mean they aren’t heroes.  Think about it:

- Tony Stark has a drinking problem and PTSD severe enough that it nearly wrecks his relationship with Pepper.

- Steve Rogers is chosen as Captain America for his compassion and intelligence. 

- Phil Coulson is a dweeby little bureaucrat in a tailored gray suit.

- Thor loves his brother so dearly that he pleads with him to come home even after Loki invades Earth.

- Bruce Banner despises the violence in his heart that allows him to become the Hulk, and becomes a freelance healer to compensate.

- Sam Wilson is a mental health counselor whose military service was in the pararescue corps, motto:  ”So others may live.”

- Nick Fury’s three chief lieutenants are two women (Natasha Romanoff, whom he treats almost as a daughter, and Maria Hill, whom he depends on to fake his death) and one man (Phil Coulson, whom he tasks with rebuilding SHIELD from the ground up).  

Almost all of these characters are seen crying or close to tears (especially Cap, who is on the verge of tears during the final combat in CA:TWS), all fight in ways that don’t have buckets of blood thrown at the screen, and all value and respect the women they love and fight beside.  The most notable exception is James Rhodes, an Air Force officer, but even he is shown taking care of Tony Stark, his best friend, more often than he’s shown firing a weapon.

I think this may be why the MCU is so popular among women: the men AREN’T the stereotypical strong, silent American hero.  They bleed, they cry, they let their guards down, and they treat their friends, regardless of gender, color, race, or religion, as equals.  This could not be more different from the blood-soaked ideals of masculinity that have dominated the screen over the last few decades (remember Rambo?), and it’s very, very good to see.

 (via ellidfics)

Basically, these characters behave like actual human men; maybe the best of men, but still much more like the regular decent guys you may know in real life than fictional “Alpha Males”.

Which is probably why a certain section of men prefers gritty, grimdark anti-heroes: if Fitz and that SHIELD guy who refuses to launch Project Insight can stand up and do the right thing even when they’re terrified to the point of shaking and crying, if Antoine Triplett (in many ways, Ward’s counterpart) can be both a more “traditional” aggressive operative and quietly geeky, if Nick Fury - the ultimate pragmatist - can draw a line he’s not willing to cross, these men have no excuses left for their behaviour.

Because if these flawed characters can be decent human beings and heroes, then all men have the potential for being decent human beings and heroes. Even if not all men choose to follow that example.

(Additionally: their masculinity doesn’t depend on their ability to get a date, and the relationships are depicted as… complex. It’s almost as if these heroes saw their potential romantic partners as actual human beings with lives of their own - shocking, I know.)

(via iokheaira)

SO MUCH THIS. Do read.

(via daughteroctober)

1021girl:


snickerdoodlesandsausages:

enjolrasactual:

in-love-with-my-bed:

the-winchesters-creed:

ayellowstateofmind:

Imagine stabbing someone with this knife. 

It would instantly cauterize the would, so the person wouldn’t bleed, so it’s not very useful.

if you want information it is

and above, in order, we see a gryffindor, a ravenclaw, and a slytherin

why would you stab a PERSON when you can have TOAST?

There’s the hufflepuff

1021girl:

snickerdoodlesandsausages:

enjolrasactual:

in-love-with-my-bed:

the-winchesters-creed:

ayellowstateofmind:

Imagine stabbing someone with this knife. 

It would instantly cauterize the would, so the person wouldn’t bleed, so it’s not very useful.

if you want information it is

and above, in order, we see a gryffindor, a ravenclaw, and a slytherin

why would you stab a PERSON when you can have TOAST?

There’s the hufflepuff

flourishandblottsstories:


For forty years Narcissa Malfoy never really has a reason to contemplate the direction her life will take. From the very beginning she knows what her future will be.
Her first memory is of toddling after her mother as she sweeps from room to room, inspecting the progress of the preparations for the Black’s latest party. She trips in the doorway to the ballroom and cries and cries and cries, waiting for her mother’s attention. Druella spins around after a few minutes of this and fixes her eyes on her youngest daughter.
“I will not help you up Narcissa. If you are old enough to fall down, then you are old enough to pick yourself up. Blacks do not expect help from others; we do what we must on our own.”
Narcissa takes these words to heart. When she sits on the stool in the Great Hall as the Hat is placed on her head, she makes sure to think about her cunning and ambition and familial tradition to make sure she is placed in Slytherin. She remembers the cold shoulder Andromeda received when she was sorted into Ravenclaw. She’s not about to let herself be placed anywhere she doesn’t want to be.
She gets good, but not stellar grades. Black women are not expected to be brilliant, though they should not be stupid either. Narcissa feels no need to take part in the study groups that her fellow Slytherins form; she is smart enough to get by on her own without too much strain. Besides, it is much more important to her that she secure a future with an acceptable pureblood classmate. Because more than anything, Narcissa wants a family.
She considers herself lucky when she begins dating Lucius. He’s a year older than her and with his lineage he could have his pick of the Slytherin girls, but he chooses her and she is grateful. He is kind if occasionally distant and is willing to discuss politics and current affairs when she expresses an interest. By the third date Narcissa has the wedding invitations planned.
Lucius proposes the summer before her seventh year. They’re young, but they’ve been dating for three years and it’s what everyone expects. She begins planning in between NEWT classes, browsing wedding magazines and sending letters to photographers and florists.
She remembers clearly the day that Andromeda is removed from the family tree. It is three months before her wedding and her mother finds a note on the dining room table explaining that Andromeda has eloped. It does not say with whom, but it’s not long before they hear from Aunt Walburga that she was seen meeting with a Ravenclaw Mudblood, Ted something or other. Narcissa clutches her sister’s bridesmaid gown as her mother rages below. Andromeda was to be her maid of honor; now Bella steps into her place. It’s not the wedding Narcissa dreamed of, but she’s thankful it has occurred at all.
The day they put Draco in her arms is the day she knows that she is not truly and purely a Black. As she looks down on his red, scrunched up face (goodness, he’s an ugly baby) she knows instantly that he will always come before duty, before honor, before her role as a Black and a Malfoy. Draco is her reason to be; he is the only thing she has truly and unconditionally loved.
And so, it makes sense that the day she throws away everything she has lived by for her life is the day Draco most needs her to forget those things. When Lucius tells her of the Dark Lord’s plans for her son, she knows she will disobey the man she has followed for so many years without a second thought. She will risk her own life to ensure the safety of her son.
As she hurries down the street towards Snape’s house, Bella in hot and angry pursuit, Narcissa can finally understand how she and her sisters have led such different lives than their parents intended. It’s love, she knows now. Bellatrix’s love of the Dark Lord superseded her duty as a Black to be faithful to her husband and bear him children. Andromeda’s love of a Mudblood led her to run away from all that she was taught as a child. And now she, the youngest and most dutiful of the three, will risk her life to protect the thing she loves most in the world.
She is a Black. And she will do what she must on her own, even if it kills her.
(Source: www.harrypotter.wikia.com)
Apologies for the gaps in posting.  My experiments have started up again, which means much less time for writing.  However, it means there’s plenty of space for submissions!

flourishandblottsstories:

For forty years Narcissa Malfoy never really has a reason to contemplate the direction her life will take. From the very beginning she knows what her future will be.

Her first memory is of toddling after her mother as she sweeps from room to room, inspecting the progress of the preparations for the Black’s latest party. She trips in the doorway to the ballroom and cries and cries and cries, waiting for her mother’s attention. Druella spins around after a few minutes of this and fixes her eyes on her youngest daughter.

“I will not help you up Narcissa. If you are old enough to fall down, then you are old enough to pick yourself up. Blacks do not expect help from others; we do what we must on our own.”

Narcissa takes these words to heart. When she sits on the stool in the Great Hall as the Hat is placed on her head, she makes sure to think about her cunning and ambition and familial tradition to make sure she is placed in Slytherin. She remembers the cold shoulder Andromeda received when she was sorted into Ravenclaw. She’s not about to let herself be placed anywhere she doesn’t want to be.

She gets good, but not stellar grades. Black women are not expected to be brilliant, though they should not be stupid either. Narcissa feels no need to take part in the study groups that her fellow Slytherins form; she is smart enough to get by on her own without too much strain. Besides, it is much more important to her that she secure a future with an acceptable pureblood classmate. Because more than anything, Narcissa wants a family.

She considers herself lucky when she begins dating Lucius. He’s a year older than her and with his lineage he could have his pick of the Slytherin girls, but he chooses her and she is grateful. He is kind if occasionally distant and is willing to discuss politics and current affairs when she expresses an interest. By the third date Narcissa has the wedding invitations planned.

Lucius proposes the summer before her seventh year. They’re young, but they’ve been dating for three years and it’s what everyone expects. She begins planning in between NEWT classes, browsing wedding magazines and sending letters to photographers and florists.

She remembers clearly the day that Andromeda is removed from the family tree. It is three months before her wedding and her mother finds a note on the dining room table explaining that Andromeda has eloped. It does not say with whom, but it’s not long before they hear from Aunt Walburga that she was seen meeting with a Ravenclaw Mudblood, Ted something or other. Narcissa clutches her sister’s bridesmaid gown as her mother rages below. Andromeda was to be her maid of honor; now Bella steps into her place. It’s not the wedding Narcissa dreamed of, but she’s thankful it has occurred at all.

The day they put Draco in her arms is the day she knows that she is not truly and purely a Black. As she looks down on his red, scrunched up face (goodness, he’s an ugly baby) she knows instantly that he will always come before duty, before honor, before her role as a Black and a Malfoy. Draco is her reason to be; he is the only thing she has truly and unconditionally loved.

And so, it makes sense that the day she throws away everything she has lived by for her life is the day Draco most needs her to forget those things. When Lucius tells her of the Dark Lord’s plans for her son, she knows she will disobey the man she has followed for so many years without a second thought. She will risk her own life to ensure the safety of her son.

As she hurries down the street towards Snape’s house, Bella in hot and angry pursuit, Narcissa can finally understand how she and her sisters have led such different lives than their parents intended. It’s love, she knows now. Bellatrix’s love of the Dark Lord superseded her duty as a Black to be faithful to her husband and bear him children. Andromeda’s love of a Mudblood led her to run away from all that she was taught as a child. And now she, the youngest and most dutiful of the three, will risk her life to protect the thing she loves most in the world.

She is a Black. And she will do what she must on her own, even if it kills her.

(Source: www.harrypotter.wikia.com)

Apologies for the gaps in posting.  My experiments have started up again, which means much less time for writing.  However, it means there’s plenty of space for submissions!

hungrylikethewolfie:

agentotter:

wewereastrokeofluck:

stickinemwithpointyendsandlace:

al-grave:

I just want to hug it. Does anyone know what kind of dog this is?

It’s a Chusky (Chow Chow + Husky).

im fucking crying

I was thinking more like husky + polar bear. Either way I want to ride it into war.

BEARDOG <33

hungrylikethewolfie:

agentotter:

wewereastrokeofluck:

stickinemwithpointyendsandlace:

al-grave:

I just want to hug it. Does anyone know what kind of dog this is?

It’s a Chusky (Chow Chow + Husky).

im fucking crying

I was thinking more like husky + polar bear. Either way I want to ride it into war.

BEARDOG <33

you. are. human. And you're also still learning. If we all actually took the time to follow our own advice, imagine how much simpler the would would be. Conversely, how less interesting would our own lives be? It's one thing to be smart enough to know what other people need to hear for their own problems, but it really takes experience in our own lives to know what to do when fighting our own demons. Humans are stubborn, but that's why life's absurdity is the greatest teacher.
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thecrazyfilipino:

I honestly am speechless

lady-tromboss:

this hit me like a load of fucking bricks.

boromirs:

30 Days of LotR: favorite race

Skye and Natasha punching fear in the face and going into (potentially) dangerous situations with other agents.

jiinsy:

On the edge of extinction, humanity turned to those willing and ready to defend it. Those who stepped up and worked in teams to protect all that they know and hold dear. Inside the base (commonly referred to as “The Magic Kingdom”) a living community thrives, Rangers, Engineers, Scientists, and civilians live out their lives not in fear, but defiance of the Kaiju threat. Each set of rangers has a different approach to battles. But one thing is true of all of them, they stand and fight for those they love. 

First set of what will probably be many. As in the cockpit, the dominant pilot stands to the right (our left). Check out all their individual posts for more in-depth stories on each team. 

Nani and Lilo || Jasmine and Aladdin 

Merida and Elinor || Nakoma and Pocahontas

Tiana and Naveen || Ariel and Eric

Kida and Milo || Hans and Anna

huntersdetectivesdoctersohmy:

homochitto:

always reblog

I love this show so much…