the woman on the right haha


“I want you to love me for all my days.”
Professor Marston & the Wonder Women, dir. Angela Robinson (2017)

The biggest proof that this world is a white, cis, straight man’s paradise is this: A woman spent her whole life preparing for the position of president. Worked her ass off for years and years. She had a scandal that she was proven innocent for multiple times.

A man, randomly out of the blue, as a joke even, just decided “haha wouldn’t it be funny if I ran for president”! He ran a campaign of racism, sexism and homophobia. He ran, no experience, countless examples of his incompetence, countless scandals (ie. raping a child, etc.), as a JOKE at first, and WON.

A couple is walking in St. Petersburg Square on Christmas Eve. They feel a slight precipitation.

“I think it’s raining,” says the man.

“No, it’s snowing,” replies the woman. 

“How about we ask this Communist officer here? He is always right!” exclaims the man. “Officer Rudolph, is it raining or snowing?”

“Definitely raining,” Officer Rudolph replies before walking off.

The man turns to his wife with a smile. “See? Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear.”

Today on “People Are Assholes”:

Today I spoke with and comforted a friend who’s partner broke up with them because they found out she was bisexual.

“If you can’t even commit to one gender, how can you commit to one person?” Was the phrasing they were given.

What. The. Fuck.

I’m sorry, but if you share that opinion, then you can go ahead and un-follow me right now. Being bisexual doesn’t mean that you have a commitment problem. That’s like breaking up with someone who says they find both blondes and brunettes attractive.

“Well, since I’m a blonde and you like both blondes AND brunettes, I can’t be with you because you’re just going to cheat on me with a brunette”.

Yeah, see how ridiculous that sounds? Same concept. Hubs and I have been together over five years and I’ve never once said “Hmm, well, I’ve been with him the allotted amount, time to sleep with a woman again”.

Lets get something straight (haha): Bisexual people aren’t any more likely to cheat on you than anyone else. It’s insulting, offensive and downright hateful to suggest that someone is more or less likely to cheat because of their sexuality. Fuck off.

Doing an assessment on an 80-ish little old lady.

“Do you use marijuana or any other recreational drugs?”

“No!  Of course not!”

“Haha, well, we have to ask everyone, because you never know, right?”

“Well, actually, I haven’t, but I’d like to.  Just to know what it’s like.  But I think it’s awfully expensive.  Do you know what marijuana costs?”

“…uh …that’s not really my department, ma’am.”

“I have a lot of friends who sell it.  But I’ve been too shy to ask them.  I should find out.  I’m not getting any younger, right?”

“None of us are, ma’am.”

So yeah, I think I accidentally convinced an elderly woman to start smoking weed.

Harington is now about to go to work on the show’s eighth and final season. How is Snow going to feel when he finds out that the woman he’s in love with, Daenerys Targaryen, is also his aunt? “I really hope that he just nods slowly and goes, ‘Damned right’,” he says, doing a mock-leer. 

Kit Harington in a new interview for The Guardian

*Karamels voice* It’s disgusting how that NASTY woman Lena always cares about Kara and supports her every time. That mutual respect is truly the ugliest thing I ever laid my eyes on. I’m gonna puke! 🤢🤢🤢 Mon-El on the other hand? A man of my dreams, oh how I love when he yells at Kara and guilt-trips her every time something doesn’t go his way! 😍😍😍 It’s so funny and hot haha, truly a chemistry right there! I can’t believe that bitch Kara is always so cold to him though, how dare she not reciprocating his feelings. She’s hurting my slave-owning bae. 😤😤😤 You know what, if Kara doesn’t want him, I can have him. Am I rite? 😂😂😂

The Fluffer*

AU Bucky Barnes x Reader Request Fic

Prequel to Perfect Just the Way You Are. Though I recommend reading it first, you don’t technically have to as both are standalone one shots. Based on this Ask, hope it’s what you wanted nonnie! I give you The Fluffer.

Pairing: Pornstar!Bucky x Reader  |  Word Count: 4554
Warnings: It’s about a porn star, if I have to warn you it will be smutty, you shouldn’t be on my blog. Also, Bucky’s foul swearing mouth, as well as Steve being a shit. Enjoy!

The flush on your face had to be lobster red by this point. Not just a rosy blush which would bring life to your cheeks, but a red so dark you could feel it burn from the roots of your hair all the way down your chest.

You couldn’t believe you were here, doing this, acting this… part, being part of this lifestyle you’d only come to know because of your boyfriend. Never in your life had you been more fascinated, morbidly so, turned on, and jealous all at the same time.

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“Captain, this is operator 379C-AP92 from monitoring station GZ-9W. There is an unauthorized FTL signature in your sector.”

“Point of origin?”

“It appears to be from an ascendant species, GZ-S113.”

“Status on the species?”

“This is their second detected FTL jump. The first was intercepted and inducted, per standard procedure. Initial investigation determined that the jump was intentional, and that the species is ready for full induction.”

“And now that a second jump has been detected, you’re contacting the nearest interceptor captain - me - to bring them into the fold.”

“Correct. You have far greater than normal allowances for reinforcements, as well. The occupants of the first ship showed surprising mental fortitude, and proved to share some sort of limited, communal hivemind.”

“Understood. Mind sending us on our way?”

“Control system engaged. Coordinates provided, target intercept calculated and locked. FTL jump initiating in 3… 2… 1…”

“All right crew, you have your targets?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Good! Punch through and get us in. Surprising fortitude or not, a small crew like that won’t compare to the mental assault of seasoned interceptors.”

I stepped forward as my vision cleared, the uneven terrain crunching beneath my feet. The entire landscape seemed to be made of trash and debris, though I couldn’t make out any details through the thick mist covering everything. Above me, words rushed through the air, interspersed with colors, lights, sounds, and the occasional smell. They all moved a mile a minute, though one would occasionally stop, scan around, then dive and grab something from the detritus around me.

I stilled myself, calmed my own thoughts, and prepared an attack. A simple opening salvo, really. Suggestions of passivity, commands to relinquish control. The vast majority of races fall to those alone. As I released the barrage, I checked with my crew - they were doing the same.

Then, for just a moment, everything sped up and stopped. The words turned, blinked, and glared at me.


A hand grabbed me from behind, sank into my neck and reached into my skull. Cold, hot. I was everything, nothing. When I got back up and looked around, I was in an ancient forest, surrounded by nothing but the sounds of the world.

“Is anyone there?”

A shaking, chattering sound rose up all around me, then died down again.


Eyes blinked from the shadows as the chittering, chattering surrounded me once more.

“I know you can hear me! I am your captain! Respond!”

The forest seemed darker, somehow. The eyes continued to stare at me, the chattering rattled up my spine.

“Captain! We’re having trouble! They just keep throwing more stuff at us, no matter what we do!”

“Show me!”

A battle, raging across space. Small craft screaming through the void, lasers tearing through the gaps and gouging deep into ships the size of stations. A planet below, torn by the signs of the same battle happening above. A moon rising above the horizon. No - not a moon. An absolutely massive battlestation, primed for war.

“Soldiers! Sound off!”

A deep chasm, warriors fleeing across a bridge. One falling behind, easy prey for my soldier. A moment more, and he will be mine. He takes out a weapon, shouts his farewell. A blinding light, and the bridge shatters. Falling, I grasp at him before darkness covers my view.

A young boy clad in green and a girl in pink is doing battle with my man. The boy is outmatched, outclassed, and doomed to fail. My man reaches for his prize, only to see it stolen from his grasp by another. Water cascades around me from above as the sky collapses and the battle resumes.

A small fleet comes into view of my overwhelming armada, arrayed around my homeworld. Doomed to fail by numbers alone, they still attack, driven by suicidal desperation. They dive in and through, picked off one by one by my superior fleet. One deploys a weapon, straight to the surface of my planet. It begins to boil and bubble, and suddenly it explodes outward, my own world a weapon used against me, wiping my race from existence.


A single man wearing a bathrobe, in a temple to his destruction. My soldier yelling at and ridiculing him, fighting him for a goal worth nothing and everything. Destroying himself with his own mistake, the temple collapsing around them and somehow allowing the man to escape.

“This can’t be right.”

A man, collapsed upon the ground. My soldiers turning away, going to continue their work. The man rises, and my soldiers turn and shoot him. He raises his hand, and the bullets simply stop. He picks one out of the air and drops the rest, then charges at my soldiers.

“This isn’t possible.”

View after view, battle after battle, loss after loss. My soldiers fall. They have no resistance, no way to stop it.

“This can’t be real!”

White faces poke out of the trees around me. The chattering resumes as the wind rushes through the trees.

“This isn’t real! None of those battles are!”

More faces appear, shaking and chittering away.

“What are you? Who are you!?”

The trees turn, and the faces stop moving. The wind stills and the silence is palpable.

“Haha, he figured it out.”

“Of course he did, he was the first in. Who else would?”

“He wants to know who we are!”

“Heh. He’s right, though”

The trees sink into the ground, the white faces surrounding me turn faded and plastic. The ground all around is flat, covered in regular marks. Towering above me is a monster - no, a woman. My target.

“It’s over! I’ve broken whatever defenses you weaved! Stand down or be destroyed!”

The woman rolled a large, marked object. It crashed toward me at random, before settling a distance away.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t think that’s quite right. You’re going to be stuck here for a while.”

“What! No, I’ve won!”

“Nah, not even close. My mind, my rules.”

“That’s not how it works. It’s neve-”


The word crashed into me, knocked me to the ground. Sank into my very bones.

“Yes, it is how this works.”

She slithered along, her ruby scales glinting in the blinding light from above.

“See, you jumped into my head. You had some pretty pathetic protections, and you dragged your friends along for the ride. If I hadn’t gone digging through your memories in return, I’d have thought it was an accident. But no-”

She raised her hand, claws pointing toward me.

“Your race has been doing this for ages. Enslaving species, taking their very wills from them. I don’t even know how you managed it like that, you seem so bad at it. In return, I did myself a favor.”

A glittering, dew-covered spiderweb dangled from her palm toward the floor, point after glistening point catching the light and sprouting new strands.

“I’ve taken your entire network - your whole race - for myself. You see, we had a fair idea of what happened to the first ship we sent out. We were prepared for the worst, and given rather impressive blanket permissions to do as we saw fit. Not quite enough to declare war, obviously.”

The web shook and shimmered, held in front of her gaze as she watched it grow.

“Fortunately, you let me take the initiative. War as we see it was already delcared by you and yours. And then you handed me this truly wonderful beauty on a silver platter. You know, your people didn’t even manage to do a collective properly.”

A hideous cube of conglomerate metal tore through space, piloted by monsters of flesh and machine made one.

“Anyway, you’ve effectively given me your entire species. I even managed to draw them all in here. Every. Last. One. And since you’re in no position to reject my request for an unconditional surrender, I’ll just move right on ahead.”

“As a duly appointed representative of humanity, I accept your surrender and charge you and your race with heinous war crimes beyond counting. You and your race, by your own memories, are hereby declared guilty. Your sentence is another matter entirely, though. It’s actually pretty simple. I can even spell it out in one word.”

“What word is that?”


merrywhimsy  asked:

What is your head cannon re: Jon's internal monologue during the cave scene? I have been obsessing over it more than a little. I imagine that he feels hope for the first time since Mel brought him back and as he looks at her, he not only begins to believe she can help him win the War for the Dawn, but also that he feels a sense of belonging and wholeness in her presence. I get all romantic thinking about it and I would love to know what you think is going through his head!

I love this question!!! I agree that it is an overtly romantic scene and I am excited to talk about it haha. 

Before they go into the cave, I think Jon is nervous to show it to Dany. Their meeting on the terrace in the prior episode already planted the seeds of attraction and before he left he wanted her to believe him. I think he’s invested not only in the fight but in Dany’s high opinion of him as a fellow ruler, so I think Jon places a lot of stock in this little trip to the caves and what it can accomplish between them.

I love how he is standing down on the beach waiting for Dany, just kind of watching her talk to Missandei and looking for the right moment to interject, like he’s anxious. It’s cute.

When he brings Dany inside the cave he says he wants to show it to her before it gets damaged by the mining. He wants to show her something pretty, and I just find that absolutely adorable :’) AND in the process, he ends up seeing something even prettier, Dany herself. 

When she is sort of looking up at the ceiling, gazing at the dragonglass in the firelight, I am obsessed with Jon’s expression. Again he is hesitating to interrupt her, and I imagine that in that moment he’s thinking about how gorgeous she looks and how he is NOT prepared to spend all this time with her in close quarters haha. He has more important things to worry about. But that isn’t stopping him from staring.

When he shows Dany the drawings, her reaction is probably different than what he was expecting. Instead of doubting him or dismissing it, she is really interested. It occurs to her how old they must be, and that the COTF once stood where she and Jon are standing. She is awed by this. I like to think Jon finds that really endearing. He’s seeing a deeper side to Dany’s personality that he didn’t know about. Remember that book!Dany likes reading and history, and we are seeing a glimpse of that here. Jon is watching her while she’s saying all of this. He isn’t looking at the drawings too. He’s looking at her

Originally posted by mhysaofdragons

She remarks that what they are looking at existed long before Starks or Targaryens or Lannisters, which implies that those designations don’t really matter. It takes him by surprise that she’s starting to see that, to see that it doesn’t matter what house you hail from–that they need to stand together. So I agree with you, my friend. My head canon is that Jon is starting to feel hope here. Hope that he has found someone like him who can help him … and maybe something more.

To me this means Jon is thinking more about her than he is about the greater issues they’ve come down here to discuss.  In the shot I gifed above, Jon is the one in focus, even though he’s in the background. Dany is slightly blurry because the camera is focusing on Jon and his reactions to her in this moment. It’s because he’s starting to see her differently. He realizes that she has perspective and isn’t just some queen demanding fealty. She cares, just like he does, and she can be rational and understanding when it matters. 

Then when she asks if the COTF and the First Men fought one another, Jon sees an opportunity to show Dany how their situation is not unlike that of the First Men. I agree with you–he feels a sense of togetherness with her already. He senses a kindred spirit, a fellow leader who has the same worries and problems, the same pain-filled past. And so he’s using the COTF and First Men as a precedent to show Dany that two supposedly different factions can and should be together. And by extension I think he’s already saying he wants to be together with her, too. He just won’t admit it. Probably not even to himself haha.

This is pretty much confirmed when he touches her. He absolutely didn’t need to do that. I think that the tension of being so close to her alone with freaking torch light just got the best of him and Jon did it on impulse. Instead of beckoning her over, pointing, or just walking in front of her, he literally grabs her, guides her along, and stands alarmingly close behind her to show her the drawings he wants to focus on. 

Because my headcanon is that even though he’s too honorable to say it and has much more pressing matters to deal with, Jon was seriously lusting after her in this scene. So he did the next best thing to acting on that and grabbed her arm on impulse.

He is probably freaking out. Jon hasn’t been with a woman since Ygritte. Hasn’t been around women really outside Winterfell. Dany is the first attraction he has felt in years, and I imagine he doesn’t know what to do with himself haha. So when she starts getting cozy with him right back, in that already iconic moment when she takes those two steps toward him, Jon is flustered

I agree with the anon who said he is just taking a deep breath and standing up straighter, not stepping backward. I think he was somewhere between hyped and terrified when she came close but I fully believe that if Dany just abandoned all formality and kissed him in that moment Jon would not have pulled away haha. Boy was preparing himself for what was coming, not shying away from it. 

Anyway, when she asks that he bend the knee again, Jon isn’t angry. He doesn’t point out that what he wants is more important, and he doesn’t try to press his claim to the North. He expresses a concern for his people and how they would not want Dany as a queen. Her response here comes as a shock to him. One of the reasons is probably because she IS acknowledging him as a KING here. Not a lord.

And when she says, “They will if their king does,” to me Jon is already thinking, “Well, maybe I do.” I think he does accept Dany. He calls her “Your Grace” twice in the episode and he calls her “The Queen” to Theon. I think Jon already has faith in and Dany and already wants to get close to her. And that’s why he isn’t remotely upset when she asks him to bend the knee again. Because the more he’s gotten to know her, the more he understands why she wants that from him. He knows that she’s been hurt and betrayed and is now wary of others. He knows that she has thousands of people who believe in and depend on her, too. 

So just like he can’t swear to her without thinking it through, he realizes that she can’t take all of her people into danger in the North without thinking it through herself, and he admires her resolve and leadership. 

I think the final nail in the coffin is when Dany uses a line that Jon has used before, word for word. “Isn’t their survival more important than your pride?” No, Jon isn’t “proud,” and I think Dany is beginning to realize this. But Jon doesn’t lash out. He doesn’t insist that he is actually humble. He hears this line and thinks back to when he said it to Mance and realizes that he and Dany are even more alike than he ever thought possible. That’s the moment that I think he goes from being mildly intrigued to fully interested in her.

They leave the cave nearly hand-in-hand because Jon leaves this scene with a much higher opinion of Dany and Dany likewise leaves it with the realization that Jon isn’t just stubborn, he’s principled and brave. 

All of this is building up to the moment when she asks Jon for help on the beach and he is astounded by her interest in his opinion. It’s a gesture of trust from Dany, that she wants his advice over that of her own council. It’s a signal to Jon that Dany doesn’t think he’s a “Northern fool.”

And his response to this is huge as well. Because here he tells Dany that he doesn’t think she is just a “foreign invader.” He realizes that she has done the impossible and that she inspires people. He’s inspired by her too. 

So overall I think your use of the word “hope” is perfect here. Meeting Dany does give Jon hope. It gives him hope that this alliance can and will actually take place. 

But more than that, even though he tells Davos there’s “no time,” I think Jon also secretly feels hope that maybe he can love again. Because he’s found a woman who shares his ideals, who is just as brave as he is, ready to run into battle for her people. A woman who is beautiful and complex and passionate. AND a woman who apparently trusts him (she takes his advice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and believes in him (”Your people chose you to lead them. They chose you to protect them.”) just like he believes in her. 

So overall … Jon is hopeful about his future for probably the first time since his resurrection. This scene has Dany calling him a king and him calling her a queen and both of them making huge leaps forward. Jonerys is happening and episode 4 made damned sure we know it :’)

Thank you so much for sending this. 

anonymous asked:

jelaous even? have a nice day bby! xx

(Cracks knuckles)

Even doesn’t get jealous. Isak knows this. He knows that Even’s heart is golden and that he trusts him with his life. Isak knows that jealousy is mostly rooted in insecurity – something he’s struggled with his whole life – and he knows that Even isn’t insecure in their relationship. He knows that Even is aware that Isak is wholeheartedly his. Therefore, Even is not jealous.

But sometimes. Sometimes Isak has too much to drink and his eyes sparkle – Even says they sparkle. Isak isn’t exactly sure what he means by that – and he giggles and laughs at some guy’s joke. And Even laughs as well, but not that laugh that makes Isak want to melt into a puddle of mush. No. It’s a reserved laugh. It’s a breathy laugh. It’s not an ‘Even laugh’. Isak doesn’t feel it in his bones. Therefore, it’s not an ‘Even laugh’.

Isak watches him out of the corner of his eyes and Even blows him a kiss. They’re too far apart. ‘Must fix it’, he thinks. Isak moves until he’s tucked into Even’s side and Even presses a kiss to his hair. All is good. But then Even starts whispering nonsense in his ear. He tells him about this horrible movie he watched for one of his classes the other day. He tells him lame jokes that only Isak finds funny. Even talks and talks and talks in that deep voice of his until Isak is crying from laughter. Until his sides hurt from laughing too hard.
Even pulls back and smiles. And Isak gets it. Even isn’t jealous but he wants to make him laugh, too.
“You’re so transparent,” Isak mumbles against his neck.
“Nothing,” Isak smiles.
Even finds him later and whispers in his ear.
“As long as you laugh, baby.”

It happens again when someone gets a tad bit too friendly with Isak. Throwing an arm around his shoulder or resting a hand on his knee. Isak quickly shuts down their advances, but it isn’t until the all too familiar hand settles on his waist that he smiles. Even is silent and polite, but his grip is firm. The stranger awkwardly leaves Isak’s personal space and Even doesn’t say a thing. Just smiles and waves and presses a kiss to Isak’s hair.

It’s just little touches with varying pressure, and Isak knows Even isn’t jealous. But he loves it when he throws an arm around his shoulders when the crowd gets a bit too much. When he gently pulls him into his lap and keeps his hands on his hips. When he kisses his neck just because he feels like it.
Isak knows Even isn’t jealous but he loves those touches that carry a silent one-word question.

Even admits he’s jealous one night and Isak lifts his head from where it’s resting on his chest to look him in the eyes.
“Jealous? What?” Isak frowns.
“You deserve so much more. And I can’t give that to you. I wish I could give you more. I wish we could stay up all night and not worry about my sleeping schedule. I wish I could always make you laugh without worrying about the next time I might feel a bit down. I wish we could get drunk and run around town holding hands until dawn. I’m jealous of people who can give you what you deserve.”

Isak’s expression softens and he runs a hand through Even’s hair. 'This silly boy,’ he thinks.
“It’s not about 'deserve’,” says Isak. “It’s about what you believe. And I believe in love.”
Even barks out a laugh and it fills Isak’s heart with so much joy and adoration.
“Did you just quote Wonder Woman on me? Right here while I’m pouring my heart out to you?” He beams.
“Yes,” Isak smiles. “You made me watch it five times.”
“Four times. You fell asleep once.”

They laugh. They cuddle. They roll around in bed until sleep comes to find them again. Isak locks his arms around Even’s back and breathes.
“You’re the best thing in my life.”

They kiss, and kiss, and kiss. Until all that remains are two words hanging in the air above them.

Warning for a single mention of homelessness, discussion of self image and body hair.

I’m a woman. I don’t shave my body cause its frivolous and ridiculous. I spent two years homeless, I learned some bloody time management and that shit like that makes me unhappy and its a massive waste of time, not to mention money. I don’t shave my legs, arms, face, or underarms. I think I heavy a little more hair than what would be considered normal, for a woman, anyway. I have a decent bit of facial hair, though it is thin and blonde it is very noticeable. I’m mildly self conscious about it, but the glares from gross old people and pissy boys make it. Also the girls that happen to see it and smile just a bit. That’s what I live for.

Anyway, I go into work on my day off to grab tips and a drink. I wear shorts all the time, so obviously you can see my glorious, dark leg hair all down my thighs and shins. I went to the back to chat with some coworkers and one of them just starts berating me that I need to shave.

“Really it’s just gross.”

“It looks awful”

“You need to take care of that”

“Its just not right”

Now this is a 30 yo woman. The other two in the room were our female manager and some dude from another store. They thought this was just really funny. She kept suggesting she would go buy me a razor because, yeah of course the running joke is that I’m fucking poorer than anyone else that works here. Its great, haha, very funny.

Guess what? Other people have bought me razors before and guess what, I give them to my mum and brothers.

I’m over it. It’s really not funny. No one has a fucking issue with the men with body hair, I’m proud to fucking wear mine until it’s no longer a topic of discussion.

Ugh. UGH.


Makes me wanna fight things. Its just so fucking frivolous and the fact so many people feel the need to comment on it even when I have had this fucking discussion eight fucking times at this place UGH.


My favorite thing though is when people drag my boyfriend into it. Now, he’s a self proclaimed feminist, unlike myself. Love him to death. Everyone wants HIS opinion on my body, though. Wanna know what his response was when I said I was done with this nonsense? “I mean, I don’t care. I’m hairy, you’re hairy, humans have hair. I don’t give a fuck, now have you seen my keys?”

But unfortunately even that won’t shut these people the fuck up. :/ I’m just really pissy about it right now.

Anyway, ladies and gents, your fucking body hair is natural and if coworkers or customers or management comments on it at all fuck em. Just fuck em. They don’t have the right.

To all the people that ask me
“Hahahahaha bro lol y u like tony stark brrooo” and “cap was good from the very start broooooo”
Take a step back and listen.
What makes you a good person?
Let’s start at the very basic point.
Endless/visceral love and support and good experiences.
Let’s talk about Steve Rogers, who had a lotvof shit going on in his life but had the most amazing, hands on, kind mother ever. Sarah Rogers. Who worked her butt off for him, told him all the time that she loved him.
About Bucky who was without fail, continuously there, there, there
Always there, to help Steve and love him.
Let’s talk about his morality and actions and his brain.
Above all, he is an artist. He liked to paint/draw whatever. No absolute question over how that is going to help anyone. None.
He just liked to draw tbh and he was pretty good at it.
Then the war. Everyone knew what was up. Everyone knew there was only one choice.
No questions of morality.
You were doing the right thing. For YOUR country and it’s people.
Steve Rogers, who grew up with unfailing love, no talents that can be used by others and a choice which everyone without fail agreed was the right and only thing to do.

Let’s talk about Tony Stark.
Born after the wars ended and the USA began to be a superpower.
I personally believe that Maria Stark, while a good woman hardly showed any unflinching devotion to Tony.
Let’s talk about how he built a circuit board at the age of FOUR.
You’re like haha so intelligent but do you know how much knowledgemust actually be required to do that?
At four kids are picking up languages.
and Tony built a circuit board.
He must have been a special child .
His brain would have worked so so fast in that tiny little fragile body and it would be so hard for him to get occupied by child toys …with parents like Howard Stark and Maria Stark who provided shit support.

Then he builds the board.

They know now that he’s an unflinching genius.

A child genius.
What is howard’s first action? To thrust the child into limelight and declare that he will build greater, weapons.
Okay. Okay.
Now let’s come down his schooling.
He graduated high school at 13.
He was sent to a boarding school at 7.
A genius. Without his parents. Sent to an uppity boarding school.
Imagine a kid four years younger than you sits in your class and excels
Will you be his friend?
..not really.
and a rich kid to boot.
You telling me he did not get bullied?
Now a kid, who’s only doing as he is told gets bullied for being who is.
What would they do?
Tell their parents? Wait. Wait. Howard and Maria? Not so much. ( i like jarvis, but that’s one discussion im not going in rn)
Okay so what does he do?
He builds a thick, thick skin.
Acts out.
Because if he is going to be hated, let’s give those kids a reason. Use his money status. Because it can either ostracise him or make him popular.

Let’s talk about his drinking problem specially in the M.C.U
So in 616 universe, howard stark was an utter dick. He mentally/physically abused Tony and pressed a glass of alcohol in his hands when he was 8 (?) Because it would make him a…man.
In 616, THE character defects of Tony are explained and justified but since its the mcu and they can do no horrifying things.
They made howard a relatively good person WHILE STILL GIVING TONY ALL THE CHARACTER DEFECTS OF 616.
Fuck that.

Im going to say Howard introduced him to alcohol in MCU at young age too.
Now he is a genius, he’s got no friends and no rigid parental support and his mind is too too fast.
What does he do? He drinks.
he then goes to college where everyone drinks and parties and wants to get in his pants because of his money/influence/name.
Should he fight them? Should he fight tge press who continuously portrays him as white privileged kid genius wih bratty issues?
Why should he? Who is there to tell him that is not the right way to manipulate people?
Let’s talk about his wonders.
The first thing tony created, was a circuit board, the second and engine and the third aN AI ROBOT.
does it look like he wants to create destructive things?
He created a robot with artificial intelligence goddamnit.
He’s an engineer, a creator, with the wonder of science in his eyes and he only wants to do that. Just…create. that’s his talent.

Howard and Maria die.
The company lands on Tony’s head.
Tony who is an engineer, who is only interested in creating is put in the middle of a group of sharks, blood thirsty.
With Obadiah at his back.
Subtly and sometimes strongly pushing him pushing him pushing him.
He creates weapons, to get the board off his back. Keep them happy and he can create in peace. He has to spend his time doing shit he does not actually want to do.
And then there must be howard’s ghost on his head with obadiah propelling it.
“Your father tony..he must …he would want you to..”
And he still hasn’t found one person that would stick by him completely and unfailingly. The press continues to haunt him.
Rhodey? Sure. Sure. He loves Rhodey. But MIT is done and now Rhodey is making his career in the airforce and he’s miles and miles away.
So they tell him, hey you’re good for nothing but making weapons..keep doing that.
So he makes weapons.
And since he’s trapped in this hellhole, he drinks, parties and fucks his way out of it.
Which is wrong and sad. But it makes sense to me.
Pepper who’s only an assistant and who Tony even subconsciously think he’s worthy of.
Then Iron man happens.
There is a whole other rant for that.

Two Birds (stan uris)

Request: “Could you do a Stan imagine where the reader is the first one to notice he’s gone(when they’re in the well) and their biggest fear is losing him so they’re freaking out and when they save him they don’t leave let him go?”

Pairing: reader/Stan Uris

“Hey… Where is Stan?” You ask, eyes wide with fear. The whole day had been one fuck-up after another. The others turn their attention from Mike, who was in the process of climbing down the rope, to you. “WHERE THE FUCK IS STAN?!”

Before they have time to panic over your discovery, you take off through the tunnel. You can hear their screams echoing after you, your heart beating so fast it sends ripples through your vision. The adrenaline gives you that extra boost of stamina to find the one person you were too afraid to lose.

Stanley!” You scream, voice so shrill and loud in the empty sewers that it frightens you. You’re suddenly aware that you’re lost, with the losers club somewhere behind you.

You ignore the sound of footsteps splashing in water, and the voices calling out to you from a distance as you strain your ears to hear for any sign of Stan. You’re losing hope, your gut is twisting in horror when, initially, there is no response.

“Help!” Comes the strained yell.

You bolt further down the narrow path, the legs of your jeans are cold and wet against your skin from the filth and water that kicks up with every step. You reach a rusted door and try desperately to open it. It’s too heavy.

“Stan?!” You scream.

No answer. The anxiety makes you nauseous.

“[Y/N]!” Bill yells as the losers reach your side, snapping you from the fear-induced trance you’re stuck in. “We need to stick together.”

They all begin to push at the door, until it gives way and opens with a long, ear-splitting screech. The group files into the room, rushing to find Stanley. It’s quiet. On the ground nearby, is his flashlight.

Eddie picks it up, and the others gather around him as he scans the dim light over the surroundings. In the corner, is a freakishly tall woman – if you could even call her that. Her mouth is opened impossibly wide, as her jaw protrudes with rows of sharp teeth sunk into the sides of Stanley’s face.

His body convulses slightly as he lays there, being partially consumed by something that shouldn’t exist.

You scream his name, the words lost to the buzzing in your ears. The woman retracts into the dark, disappearing into a tunnel that splits off through the wall.

Immediately, you run to Stan’s side, throwing your arms around him. He jerks up and lets out a gut-wrenching scream, tears and sweat covers his face. You don’t let go.

“No! You left me! You’re not my friends!” He screams, horrified. The blood from the teeth marks that line the sides of his head dribbles down his face. “You made me go into Neibolt! You made me go into Neibolt..”

You burst into tears, your face still buried in his chest. You’re gripping him so tight, you don’t think you can ever let go. Stan takes in a deep, ragged breath and continues to sob, as he throws his own arms around you. You feel him go slack in your embrace, his tears wetting the shoulders of your shirt.

“I love you Stan,” you cry. “I love you so much. We would never leave you. Never.”

Richie drops to his knees, hugging you both as he murmurs out apologies and reassurances that they would never let anything happen to him. Mike watches with an expression of sorrow; the feeling of hopelessness is much too real.

“I love you,” you say again, kissing the side of his head. His blood coats your lips. You wipe it away, and take his face in your hands.

He lets out a deep breath, visibly more calm, but still quite distraught.

“Can you hear me, Stanley? We love you so much.”

He nods, quick and brief. Stan hugs you again, and pats the back of Richie’s shoulder as they stand.

His fear was the woman in the painting and yours was losing him. Talk about two birds with one stone. Somewhere inside, there’s a relief; nothing Pennywise throws at you beyond that point could scare you quite like losing Stan had.

You fingers are entwined with his as you make your way further into the darkness of the sewers, on a mission to find Bill and Beverly. You’re never going to let him go. Never.

In the Master tag everyone’s going on about how Benedict Cumberbatch should play the Master if he comes back next season



You know what I would really like to see? A female Master. A well-written female Master played by an older actress, perhaps a Spanish actress as a callback to Delgado. Or a woman of colour.

But I’ll settle for an in-character Master played by someone who feels right for the role. I just want the Master to be done properly in NuWho, should he ever return.

I do not want John Simm.

I do not want Benedict Cumberbatch.

I do not want pretty much any of the suggestions I’ve seen thus far.

Number 5 | Alfie Solomons

Request: @tomhiddleeston I was wondering if you could do a sort of continuation of the Pregnancy oneshot where Reader and Alfie’s child is taking their first step or something at the bakery? Or Alfie takes their child to the bakery for the first time and Reader gets mad haha

“We need to give her a name… it’s been a few days, Alf”



“Git for short.”

“We’re not calling our daughter bloody Blume-Gitte.”

“Love, it’s Jewish. You can’t—“

“I can and I bloody well will. No.”

“All right then, ‘ow bout Betty?”

“She’s not a middle-aged washer woman either.”

“Now that’s just rude, that is, pet.”

“Well, I’d like it if you took this seriously. Not something off the top of your head, like the dogs. Biscuit, Sherbet… Tommy.”

“Oi, right, listen. They weren’t off the top of me ‘ead, was they? They were very well thought out.”


“You tryin’ to tell me that those names don’t suit.”

You thought about it for a minute and you couldn’t think of a smart response. He was right.

“Thought so.”

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Dating Jealous Diana Prince Would Include...

anon ask : heey, i love your wonder woman headcanons. I was wondering if you could write a diana being jealous would include please.

A/N : hey there!! im sorry this took so long but its thursday!! meaning that its soon going to be the weekend!!!! anyways, i found some time to write this (instead of writing it during class) so here ya go! i hope you like it!!

p.s. im thinking of either catching up on the 100 for my bby raven or teen wolf for my wife malia tate

Masterlist / Ask me

Originally posted by jane-sloan

  • wew get ready for passive aggressive diana
  • you’re always oblivious so most of the time you don’t notice that they’re flirting with you
  • diana tries to tolerate it bc she knows that you don’t want her to cause any trouble
  • but when they get too far, she’ll appear so fast
  • but for diana, ‘too far’ is just by touching your arm, or making you blush
  • bc only SHE, diana, princess of themyscira has the right to touch you
  • so as soon as they make you blush..

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