films: i still believe in heroes

I know we are all missing Tom and his music and not sure where he is Prague or Hawaii I have possible evidence he may still be in Hawaii . 😉

I know from the past and personal experiences actors/actresses need to do a lot of research for their projects as I said before .

Tom is most likely quiet because he will soon be filming his next project which I believe will occupy him into June as I heard he was invited to Heroes and Villains convention in the Uk later this month and organisers posted that he had declined along with Carlos Valdez who will now be at Birmingham ¾ June .

I guess we just have to be patient and wait for Tom to post when he is allowed to by his film production team .

As soon as I have any information I’ll share with you all.


Alas, Marvel...

I have loved superheroes for forty years. Since the age of four, I have clung to superheroes whether I needed to be rescued or wanted to rescue.

I loved Batman, I loved Wonder Woman, I loved Spider-Man, I loved the X-Men, I loved Superman. I learned what to fight for, and how to keep fighting even when I was ready to drop. That’s what heroes DO.

When I got tired of being pushed around by boys at recess, I put them away. I stopped buying comics. I started reading more YA. I grew up. I still went to see all the Batman films, that was allowed.

And then: Blade. And X-Men. And the Nolan BatVerse. And the MCU. And social media where I finally found my PEOPLE.

I could go home again, to the things I loved. To the things that made me believe that even if it comes with a price, you do the right thing and the right thing may not always look like what the Powers that Be tell you it is, but you do it because, “Good is not a thing you are; it’s a thing you do.”

Through some very dark spirals in my own depression, through a world that became increasingly hateful in the face of justice prevailing, through everything… I could still take strength from these stories that weren’t about people who were perfect, often far from it, but they kept trying. They kept getting up when they were knocked down. They kept HELPING. And as Mr. Rogers taught us, “Look for the helpers.”

For so many heroes, their powers come with a cost no one would willingly pay, and they don’t forget that. Some are distrustful, some are bitter, some grieve, some are irresponsible at times. But, they still help. Even if they’re angry and hurt and they swear they’re not heroes at all, they still help.

We live in a world where that is often in short supply. We live in a world where a surprising number of people will help even if they themselves, are struggling.

We live in a world now, where we don’t need escapist entertainment so much as the stubborn optimism of heroes who refuse to go quietly no matter what the odds, and a world where the moral and ethical centering of doing good, is more important than it’s been in my lifetime.

I started reading Marvel when I was four years old. I stopped doing it in public, when I was 12. I came home to it, about 8 years ago. I’m a brand loyalist. Always have been. If I love something, I go all in. The MCU gave me a Captain America that I recognized from the trades I’d stealthily pick up at the library, but better. That depth and complexity and the unshakeable certainty in one thing, “I don’t like bullies,” that in a time when the world had been sliding around in a pit where every boundary of rightness, let alone goodness, was mashed into a sludge made of desperation and fear…

I could hang onto Steve Rogers as a symbol of what it means to keep trying when everyone else is telling you what’s wrong is right, and to keep saying, “No, you move.”

And in the last year…

That’s gone, on the book side. A sadistic thought experiment playing out for funsies from a team made up of men who cannot bear criticism, cannot bear to be questioned, cannot bear to ignore the criticism and choose to bully and gaslight scores of their audience while consistently crowing over what they claim is the success of the story even as they treat fans and critics alike as marks in a con, too ignorant of how things work in comics to understand.

My first babysitter was a Holocaust survivor. My grandparents lived in a predominantly Jewish neighborhood. My great-grandmother was Ashkenazi, and fled the Russian pogroms. And I’m not a fool.

There is a difference between telling a complex, difficult story and telling one that you’re only pretending is complex. There is a difference between telling a story with hard choices where none of them are neat or happy, and telling one where there are no choices possible, because the storyteller has already made the choice to pretend nothing is real or true in-universe regardless of the 75 years of established character, themes, symbolism, and archetypes in the story they are just the latest custodian of. There is a difference between asking, “What if,” and doing something terrible in order to illuminate those dark corners of the soul that we all carry, and doing something terrible just because you can.

I like difficult stories. I don’t like gorn. I don’t have the stomach for gaslighting an audience when every beat of the story you’re telling looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, and you keep insisting it’s a swan, you’re lying and we know it. Especially if it’s now putting people in camps like a duck.

I don’t like bullies.

So, while my Marvel pull list has been steadily shrinking. It’s now zero. I’m packing away my favorite clothes, because Cap’s shield has been turned into a symbol of the worst of humanity, instead of the best of it. There are maybe two films left in the MCU slate that I even care about and one would be infinitely interesting based just on the director and cast. And it’s not Captain Marvel, no matter how much I love Carol Danvers.

I love superheroes. We need superheroes. They are our myth cycles of the modern age. We need that.

I’ll just have to find new ones that are not held in trust by people who seem to think that their audience is meaningless, or that heroes are just costumes.

In the meantime: remember that the real Captain America punches Nazis.

And Marvel: get your f*cking house in order.

tenaflyviper  asked:

If you're taking very small girls to an adult comedy film looking for heroes for them, there's something very wrong with you. If you're a grown woman still needing fictional characters to validate your existence--or if you need a fictional character to do something before you believe that you're capable of doing the same--there's also something very wrong with you.

1. I totally expected to get some haters for the love that I’ve been giving to the new Ghostbusters film. One look onto the asker’s blog and a quick perusal onto their likes and it’s pretty obvious that, whoever this is, they’re all aboard on the “Hate the new Ghostbusters” train. That’s cool. Clearly, it didn’t float your boat. Contrariwise, there are many a folk who enjoyed this film.

2. Note how the asker only made mention of “very small girls.” First and foremost, I leave it to the discretion of parents when taking their kids to films and for the parents to decide if a film is age-appropriate for their children. Second, I find it amusing that the asker didn’t make mention of boys. It reminds me a great deal of the vocal naysayers who went to town on the reboot Ghostbusters by saying that it was (and I quote) “ruining their childhoods.” Hm, by not making mention of taking little boys to this film, the asker infers that they are of the male persuasion and in the subset of dudes who get upset because girls and women of all ages get a movie with great female role models.

3. Girls and women of all ages need to see themselves represented in mainstream media. If you, asker, are a white male, then you will always be able to see yourself represented in mainstream media in a positive, non-sexualized light. 

Also, I find it funny that the asker was perfectly happy to mock me by suggesting that an adult woman has something inherently wrong with her, if she has one or more fictional characters as a role model or if she relates to fictional characters. Yet, if the roles had been reversed and this had been a film with an all-male cast, the asker would not be mocked for projecting themselves onto one or more of the characters. Why is it so wrong for adult women respond well to female fictional characters, particularly ones who are treated with respect by their creators? Would the asker have said that there was something wrong with me for relating to a fictional character if I was a man?

4. In general, REPRESENTATION MATTERS! Women are grossly underrepresented in the STEM (Science, Technology, Engineering, Math) fields and three of the four female protagonists are in the STEM field. POC need to see themselves portrayed in all manners of roles, not just the ones based on racial stereotypes. In Ghostbusters, two characters (a main female character (an MTA worker/historian with a working knowledge of the full history of New York who provides excellent context as to why things are happening where they are) and a supporting male character (a Homeland Security agent)) are African-American and a minor though hilarious supporting character (delivery dude) is Asian-American. Another of the main female characters is played by an openly-gay actresses (who plays her role with heavy implications that her character is queer). 5.  Anecdote time - the second time that I saw this movie, there were at least two dads who were taking their sons (neither of whom could not have been more than eight or ten) and, at the end of the film, both sons looked at their dads and proclaimed how much they liked the film and that they thought it was hilarious. In one case, the dad spent the entire time quietly explaining to his son things that the kid might not have understood. In the other case, the son told his dad that he thought that this movie was the best thing he’d ever seen. At no point did I head either of these young men complain about the movie. I’m not sure if either one had seen the 1980s Ghostbuster films prior to this, but it still speaks volumes that this will be the first Ghostbusters movie they will have seen in theater. Given their positive reactions to it, it can be inferred that they took away the notion that, yes, women of all ages can be funny and smart and heroes. 

Above you will see little girls at the Ghostbusters premier, both dressed in costume. Take a look at their faces and at Kristen Wiig’s face. Tell me that this film is truly awful. Tell me that it shouldn’t have been made. Tell me that the looks on their faces don’t make it worth it. 

I’m not sure I’ve talked about it on Tumblr, but I had a memorable disagreement with a Captain America fan who threatened to punch me for disrespecting his hero. You know, as Cap clearly stands for. This was years ago, before HYDRA Cap, before MCU Cap, before Cap was a modern day household name. Some guy referenced doing as his hero Captain America did, and I tongue-in-cheekily called Cap a jerk and linked a clip from that awful 1990s film where he steals a car from an old man. The guy flew off the rails and threatened me for attacking his hero, the spirit of America, who gave him the strength to be a better man… which apparently involves threatening random people on the Internet (weirder still in that I was an admin of the forum we were on). He refused to believe that I linked a clip of Cap stealing a car from an old man because his conceptualization of Cap as a hero kept him from accepting evidence that Cap could do that (i.e. be written that way in any incarnation), so he decided I was lying to defame Cap’s character, and because Cap’s his hero that makes him such a better man, that meant that I was insulting him, which was a punching offense.

So, yeah, unstable comic book fan taking hero worship of a fictional character too far. I have to say it seems relevant to some of the more extreme reactions to HYDRA Cap, though. It’s not exactly an isolated occurence. There was that infamous guy who threatened the writer of the storyline and said that he was a violent ex-soldier whose love of Cap kept him from hurting people and now that Cap’s goodness was gone, he was going to go postal on the writer. And just some of the ways that the controversy is addressed parallel that idea of Cap inspiring the heroic qualities of his fans in such a way that changing Cap to be less heroic would make his fans less heroic, and the memetic idea that violence might be acceptable to maintain Cap’s heroism. The fact that Cap famously punched Hitler is connected to the guy punching that neo-Nazi, and there is then a meme (or at least a common joke) about how Cap himself or his fans should punch the writer for making him a neo-Nazi, interpreting this as fulfilling Cap’s legacy of punching Nazis.

I’m not saying HYDRA Cap can’t be criticized at all, but I think there might be a personal bias common to Captain America fans that makes them take the issue way too seriously, and that a lot of them could stand to take a chill pill.

~ movie famous ~ preference ~

“I have big news, come over to the flat now.”
You stared at the screen of your phone for the second time. When you first received the text, you were in the middle of grocery shopping. Once you dropped off your bags at your own apartment, you called a taxi to pick you up to go to Dan and Phil’s. Now, you were just left staring the text message, wondering what it meant. You weren’t sure wether it was good or bad news. When you arrived at the apartment, Dan opened the door before you even rang the door bell. You take a step back. “How did you know–”
“I saw the cab out the window with you in it.” Dan rushed you inside.
“Alrighty then.” You answer suspiciously.
You walk up the stairs and into the lounge. You noticed Dan fidgeting, wether in excitement or nervousness you didn’t know.
“Would you like to tell me why you asked me to immediately come here?” You ask raising an eyebrow.
“You’re not going to believe this.” He started. “I am going to be in a Disney movie.”
Your jaw dropped. “No way, really? Oh my god, that’s amazing!” You hug him, still shocked.
“That’s right. Me and Phil got asked to voice characters in Big Hero 6. It’s not a big role though, something like two lines.” Dan admitted.
“But it’s still a Disney film. I think that’s pretty cool.” You tell him.
“Don’t tell anyone yet though. They said I can only tell close family members. You technically fit under the category of ‘family’ so I told you.” You couldn’t help but smile. He considered you as family.
“Aw thanks, that’s so sweet of you.” You go onto your toes and kiss him.



You sat on couch in the lounge. You were scrolling through tumblr when you heard someone shout in excitement. You glance at the door to see Phil skipping into the lounge and then abruptly stopping after noticing you. You stared in confusion, silently asking him what he’s doing. Phil ran out of the room before you had a chance to ask him out loud. You stare at the space Phil was just in and thought about all of the possible reasons why he just randomly came into the lounge skipping, quickly stops when he sees you, and left quicker than you could say lion. You go back to your scrolling. You couldn’t focus on tumblr because of your thoughts piling up. You closed your laptop and got up from the couch. You then walked to Phil’s room and knocked on the closed door. “Phil, what’s going on?” You ask.
“I’ll tell you in a few hours!” He shouts back.
You slowly walk backwards. His answer made you even more confused. Why couldn’t he tell you now? Why did it have to be a few hours? You opened your laptop to distract yourself.

It was later that night when Phil came back into the lounge, this time without leaving. He sat down next to you. “I’m sorry about earlier. You’ll understand why once I tell you what happened.” Phil apologizes.
“Which is what I guess you’re going to do right now.” You answer.
“Get ready for this.” Phil takes a deep breath. “I’m going to be in Disney’s Big Hero 6!”
“Oh my gosh, no you’re not!” You say surprised.
“Yep! Me and Dan are gonna be known as Technician 1 + 2 from now on.” Phil says with a laugh.
“Congratulations! I’m so happy for you!” You hug and kiss him.
“I’m sorry I ran out of the lounge earlier. I wasn’t sure if we were allowed to tell people yet.” Phil admitted.
“I understand. Hey, you know what’s cool? I can tell people that I’m dating a movie star now.” You joke.
Phil laughs. “Not just any movie star, the best movie star that has ever existed.”


Maybe superheroes are real, and the government is just really good at cover-ups and keeping them under wrapps because it would be too dangerous for super villans to rise if they found out, and Stan Lee was assigned to create Marvel Comics to make their adventures sound like ‘myths’ and 'stories’ and such and discourage people to believe them.

Fic: Fuck You Flowers

writing a little something to cheer me up because ahahaha fuck my life

Fandom: Avengers

Pairing: Sam/Bucky

Notes: Inspired by these two  beautiful posts. It is entirely unbeta-ed and written in about 10 minutes so excuse any mistakes

She was half way through changing the water in the latest batch of roses when a man ran in, shirt covered in milk and sweat. She brandished her watering can at him when she caught sight of what could only be termed murder eyes.

He looked at her watering can and closed his eyes. She could practically hear him internally count to ten. When he opened up his eyes again, he looked like just another guy on the street. She kept her watering can protectively in front of her though. Just in case.

“Hi there, I’m James.” He held out a gloved hand and smiled winningly at her.

Her (horrific) sales training kicked in and she took his hand, smile slapping itself onto her face with all the grace of a wet fish.

“Hi. I’m Amanda. Can I help you with anything?”

“Yes,” He opened up his wallet and took out a card. It was pitch black and she screamed a little internally. They were just a little corner shop, she was not prepared for this. What if he was one of those guys who wanted an endangered flower? Or wanted to bribe her into delivering poison ivy? He looked her straight in the eye and said, “How do you say fuck you in flower language?”

Well. That wasn’t quite what she was expecting.

“Uhm. Well, I’m not quite sure off the top of my head? But I’m sure I can come up with something,” she reassured him, as he’d looked comically heartbroken at her first words. “Just come back tomorrow. I’ll have something for you then.”

“Thanks doll,” he smiled lazily, a cat with the canary in the sight.

“You’re welcome, sir.” She said

She was excited despite herself. It was the most interesting request she’d had in… well. Ever.

James’ mouth was very slightly open as he gazed at the bouquet in wide-eyed wonder. It was disgustingly attractive and she barely even liked boys. Flowers were so much prettier.

“So, it’s geraniums for stupidity, foxglove for insincerity, meadowsweet for useless, yellow carnations for disappointment. And,” she flourished, “The piece de resistance, orange lilies for hatred!”

“It’s perfect.” He breathed.

“Do you want to write a card?” She had had so much fun with this arrangement that she was even willingly to overlook the low cackling that was emanating deep from within James’ chest, seemingly without his knowledge.

“Oh yeah I want to write a card,” he picked up a pen and wrote very carefully in swoopy cursive. “Thanks. Worth every penny.” He walked away whistling.

She picked up the card.

To Sam,

this is for breakfast the other day

In the ancient art of flowers, it means Fuck You



She sighed as she tucked it carefully into the arrangement. She really didn’t want to know.

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