tinypancake:

If a female character kicks ass, she’s overpowered. If a female character can’t defend herself, she’s unnecessary. If a female character acts nice, she’s boring. If a female character acts mean, she’s a bitch. If a female character shows no emotion, she’s heartless. If a female character shows emotion, she’s weak. What can a female character do without being criticized mercilessly?

Die.

(via tora42)

Clint: Having Captain America around you all the time. He just — the guy just brings out the absolute best in people. You…want to be good when he’s around. You really do. Ivan, look around you real quick. Because, right now? Captain American ain’t here.

— “Hawkeye” Volume 4 #01, Matt Fraction & David Aja (scan ganked from scratch-the-maven)

Madame Kovarian: You’ll still save me, though. Because he would. And you’d never do anything to disappoint your precious Doctor.

Amy: The Doctor is very precious to me, you’re right. But do you know what else he is, Madame Kovarian? Not here.

— Doctor Who 6.13, “The Wedding of River Song” (gifs from exterminatingangels)

I love finding moments like this, moments in narrative that authors come back to and circle around, pick up and tip over to look at different angles.

I don’t think that Amy Pond and Clint Barton have much in common, except being characters that I love more than is strictly healthy — but maybe they do. Childhoods defined by loss, certainly, but I don’t think that’s what is driving this moment, when Steven Moffat and Matt Fraction found their separate ways to an eerily similar place. Characters defining their morality in the negative, against a role model, a model they continue to aspire to even after explicitly rejecting them in their absence here.

Fraction’s mentioned, discussing his “Hawkeye” arc, that he’s writing about a guy learning to be a man, about who Hawkeye is when he’s not surrounded by the Avengers. And Amy’s arc, clumsily handled though it was, is about growing up — growing out of her childhood/childlike trust in the Doctor, learning to be Rory’s wife and Melody’s mother and River’s friend, who she is when she’s more than the Girl Who Waited.

What do you do when your conscience isn’t watching?

“Crazyfox has landed,” Agent Friedman says over comms ten minutes into the battle. He’s working as Phil’s right-hand in lieu of Jasper, though he’s working from the communications van rather than Phil’s actual right hand; Friedman’s instincts mid-battle still need a bit of touching up. Crazyfox is SHIELD internal code for Anderson Cooper, who is easily the most danger-prone reporter Phil has ever had to pull out of the line of fire.

“Winchester, Campbell, you’re on Crazyfox,” Phil orders to two junior agents to his left.

“We were on him last time,” Campbell argues.

“And you got that assignment for questioning orders in the field,” Phil replies.


“Crazyfox is contained,” Winchester says in an undertone into his comm. Phil’s close enough he could just say it, but Cooper’s close enough to hear it, and there is legitimate concern that making Cooper aware of his nickname will make him want to live up to it more.

Phil spares a moment to miss missions that didn’t include every reporter in the boroughs or concerns that Anderson Cooper might jump into the middle of the fight just to see what it feels like.


“Sir,” Rogers breaks in, “there’s not much for me to do. Any orders?”

Phil checks stats. Evacuation is complete. Civilian injuries are nearly non-existent, and the injuries that have happened are minor. “Congratulations, Captain,” he says, “You’re on Crazyfox interview duty.”

There’s a pause, then Rogers’ indrawn breath, and then he curses a blue streak that would make Sitwell proud. Phil grins. “Friedman, you owe me ten bucks,” he says on the private line.

These are Our Friends and These are Our Foes (You’re the One I Love Most) by Perpetual Motion

You know, when I said the world was becoming more like fanfiction every day, I didn’t mean this.

(Source: catbushandludicrous, via coffeebuddha)

AU Meme: The Weeping Angels manage to steal the TARDIS while the Doctor and River get stuck in the 1930s.

I vaguely remembered I had seen this, back in the day. And now, post-season-seven-part-one: OW OW OW PONDS.

(Source: nostalgicidiot, via brittanias)

flatbear:

nami64:

A.U. pre-Avengers [sort of] where the SHIELD agents have a favourite bar where they all hang out after work or missions: darts game (highscore owned by the Hawk), guns and lethal weapons under every table, a cocktail named after Fury (whiskey+cinnamon+orange), karaoke… And after a nth mission together where Natasha saved the life of a dozen of SHIELD members, Clint and the few grams of alcohol in his blood pay a vibrant tribute to her, the other agents considering now Nat’ as a real member of the agency and no more as an ex-KGB spy.

btw, thanks to Bex :)

Oh my god I actually burst into tears. SHIELD. SHIEEEEELD.

This is basically everything I want from this fandom.

(via cacchieressa)

goddessofcheese:

brofligate:

did-you-kno:

Source

There is literally nothing better than a sexy, badass lady.

CHING MOTHERFUCKING SHIH
This lady was such a badass, I can’t count the ways, but let’s try.
She got married to an already successful pirate, Zheng Yi, and took over when he died. She was crazy strict to keep an iron fist over her fleet of pirates, and the punishments for stepping out of line were brutal. If you stole or looted from a town that provided assistance or tribute to the pirate fleet, Ching would chop your fucking head off with a battle axe and dump your lifeless body in the ocean.  If you stole from the pirate treasury, or she thought you were stealing from the pirate treasury, Ching would chop your fucking head off dump your lifeless body in the ocean.  Raping any captured female prisoners was punishable by immediate death.  Fuck, if you had consensual sex while on duty you got your head chopped off and the woman was chucked off the boat no matter where they were at.  Ching wasn’t fucking around, and she wanted to make damn sure you weren’t fucking around when you should have been working.
Two years after she took over, she got so notorious for ransacking towns and taking taxes on them that she pissed off the entire Chinese government, and sent out a massive fleet to bring her in line. Most pirates probably would’ve said this was out of their pay grade and taken off to hide out or ransack some other country.
Ching Shih said fuck that.
She not only faced them head on, she wiped the floor with them, killing hundreds and capturing sixty-something ships from the Imperial Fleet. Prisoners were given the choice of joining up or being executed on the spot. The Admiral of the Chinese navy, Kwo Lang, was so afraid of being captured by her or going back to admit he’d been beaten by her that he committed suicide.
For the next two years, Ching Shih not only kept on pirating, she fought off Chinese forces as well as Dutch and British warships that the navy called in to help. Finally the government gave up and offered her amnesty as well as amnesty for her then SEVENTEEN THOUSAND crewman. Ching Shih got to keep all her plunder, so she retired to the countryside where she opened up a brothel and lived until she was 69.
tldr: I’ve come to terms with the reality that I’ll never be as terrifyingly badass as this woman was.


This may be the first time I am grateful for Disney’s utter historical fail in Pirates of the Caribbean — I am declaring this woman Elizabeth Swann’s mentor in the universe a step to the left, where the golden age of piracy persisted into the nineteenth century.

goddessofcheese:

brofligate:

did-you-kno:

Source

There is literally nothing better than a sexy, badass lady.

CHING MOTHERFUCKING SHIH

This lady was such a badass, I can’t count the ways, but let’s try.

She got married to an already successful pirate, Zheng Yi, and took over when he died. She was crazy strict to keep an iron fist over her fleet of pirates, and the punishments for stepping out of line were brutal. If you stole or looted from a town that provided assistance or tribute to the pirate fleet, Ching would chop your fucking head off with a battle axe and dump your lifeless body in the ocean.  If you stole from the pirate treasury, or she thought you were stealing from the pirate treasury, Ching would chop your fucking head off dump your lifeless body in the ocean.  Raping any captured female prisoners was punishable by immediate death.  Fuck, if you had consensual sex while on duty you got your head chopped off and the woman was chucked off the boat no matter where they were at.  Ching wasn’t fucking around, and she wanted to make damn sure you weren’t fucking around when you should have been working.

Two years after she took over, she got so notorious for ransacking towns and taking taxes on them that she pissed off the entire Chinese government, and sent out a massive fleet to bring her in line. Most pirates probably would’ve said this was out of their pay grade and taken off to hide out or ransack some other country.

Ching Shih said fuck that.

She not only faced them head on, she wiped the floor with them, killing hundreds and capturing sixty-something ships from the Imperial Fleet. Prisoners were given the choice of joining up or being executed on the spot. The Admiral of the Chinese navy, Kwo Lang, was so afraid of being captured by her or going back to admit he’d been beaten by her that he committed suicide.

For the next two years, Ching Shih not only kept on pirating, she fought off Chinese forces as well as Dutch and British warships that the navy called in to help. Finally the government gave up and offered her amnesty as well as amnesty for her then SEVENTEEN THOUSAND crewman. Ching Shih got to keep all her plunder, so she retired to the countryside where she opened up a brothel and lived until she was 69.

tldr: I’ve come to terms with the reality that I’ll never be as terrifyingly badass as this woman was.

This may be the first time I am grateful for Disney’s utter historical fail in Pirates of the Caribbean — I am declaring this woman Elizabeth Swann’s mentor in the universe a step to the left, where the golden age of piracy persisted into the nineteenth century.

(via killsmedead)

devildoll:

penguins-r-awesome:

Avengers Theme (Violin)

One person, one violin, one kickass theme.

for seagodofmagic.

(Source: spookymotherfuckers)

hellotailor:

MY NEW CRACKPOT THEORY: Canton Everett Delaware III’s son is Agent Phil Coulson of SHIELD. Canton’s the bio-dad; his partner’s name is Coulson. So Phil ended up with one dad’s hairline (and dress sense…) and the other dad’s surname. The reason why Agent Phil Coulson is so good at dealing with weird shit is that he fucking grew up with it. Because don’t tell me that Canton wasn’t recruited by SHIELD as soon as he got fired from the FBI. He helped a bunch of time-travelers deal with an alien invasion, stood up to the President of the United States, and did it all without batting an eyelid. CLEARLY PHIL COULSON’S PERPETUAL, FAINTLY-SMILING CALM IS A GENETIC TRAIT.

I’m currently debating with myself about whether Nick Fury Mark One (look, it’s like James Bond, he never dies, the name is the title) recruits Canton into SHIELD, just as it’s gearing up for the Cold War and Peggy Carter is getting ready to move on a little — because there is only so long you can fight the same war, and there is really only so long you can put up with the Washington military-industrial complex. She’s starting to think about settling down; she can’t be Steve Rogers’ sweetheart forever. So they find Canton, using handwavium, and his job interview is rolling a grenade to his feet as he steps into the building.

Canton picks it up, looks at it, and tucks it into his pocket. “Thanks,” he says. “The kid’s been asking for ‘something dangerous’ for Christmas. A bomb should do it.”

When he hears Peggy’s accent, he pales a little, looks at her a little harder. But he never says why, and she never asks. Even in SHIELD, a man’s got to be allowed to have some secrets.

(If this happened, Phil definitely went into the Rangers first, maybe straight out of high school; he did not, under any conditions, follow obediently in his father’s footsteps. There may have been a stint in the Peace Corps, too, I’m not sure. Because nothing teaches you “roll with it” better than living in conditions totally foreign to your upbringing.)

(Source: spacebeets)

Okay, so bear with me here.

This post is largely me poking at something I noticed in re-watching some beloved source material.

Exhibit A: Cameron: But shes not life, shes just a body, bones and meat. [Sarah glares at her] Was that bad to say?

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Cameron: But she’s not life, she’s just a body, bones and meat. [Sarah glares at her] Was that bad to say?

Exhibit B: John Watson: Maybe he used the death of her daughter somehow? Sherlock Holmes: That was ages ago, why would she still be upset?

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John Watson: You said that the victims all took the poison themselves…that he makes them take it. Well, maybe he, I dunno, talks to them…Maybe he used the death of her daughter somehow?
Sherlock Holmes: That was ages ago, why would she still be upset? [The room falls silent. Beat.] Not good?
John Watson: Bit not good, yeah.

Exhibit C:

Sherlock Holmes: People have died. Jim Moriarty: That's what people do!

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Sherlock Holmes: People have died.
Jim Moriarty: That’s what people do!

Cameron and Sherlock’s arcs are in some ways similar: Cameron spends the two seasons (*sob*) of The Sarah Connor Chronicles as a machine cybernetic organism learning to be human; Sherlock spends the two episodes of season one (I do not admit the existence of “The Blind Banker” for reasons of stomach-turning racism) as a (self-diagnosed?) high-functioning sociopath learning to be, in Lestrade’s words, a good man.

Both of them have examples of what they will be if they don’t learn in front of them: Cameron in her own behavior when her chip is damaged & in every other Terminator who’s hunting the Connors; Sherlock in Moriarty, the consulting criminal.

For writers, a quick way of demonstrating that a character is “wrong,” is “not like us,” is to have him or her display ignorance that the human body is more than the physical object, that has meaning and power in more than its physical shape. The characters who are redeemable have to have someone teach them that this is unacceptable, and they have to acknowledge that they are being educated (even if it is in the hostile model of Sarah Connor’s education); if/when a character rejects this education, they become even more othered. Less human.

This isn’t anything like a complete theory of character, to be sure. There are a lot of ways of doing this, and I’m sure there are counter-examples of the body being stripped of its metaphysical meaning and power. But I think there’s something there.

olderthannetfic:

Hey, fans, somebody is trying to make money off of us with a crappy product that’s been done a million times before. I feel so lucky.

If this weren’t appalling, it would be hilarious. Hilpalling? Appalarious?

olderthannetfic:

Hey, fans, somebody is trying to make money off of us with a crappy product that’s been done a million times before. I feel so lucky.

If this weren’t appalling, it would be hilarious. Hilpalling? Appalarious?

(Source: techcocktail)

Somebody’s going to make the advert campaign for Amelia Pond’s fragrance, right? Right?


Amy: Don’t let me in. Tell Amy,  your Amy, that I’m giving her the days. The days with you. Days to come. Days I can’t have. Take them please. I’m giving you my days.

You know, I totally didn’t realize this before, but this is almost an exact inversion of the Weeping Angels. *fascinated face*

Amy: Don’t let me in. Tell Amy,  your Amy, that I’m giving her the days. The days with you. Days to come. Days I can’t have. Take them please. I’m giving you my days.

You know, I totally didn’t realize this before, but this is almost an exact inversion of the Weeping Angels. *fascinated face*

(via fuckyeahkarengillan)

RORY: I died and turned into a Roman. It’s very distracting.
This is one of my all-time favorite Who lines. It is a joy of my life that I originated the tag “died and turned into a Roman (it’s very distracting)” at the AO3. If I can figure out a way to use it in a title for a novel, some day, or maybe as an epigram, I will consider my life well lived.
RORY: I died and turned into a Roman. It’s very distracting.

This is one of my all-time favorite Who lines. It is a joy of my life that I originated the tag “died and turned into a Roman (it’s very distracting)” at the AO3. If I can figure out a way to use it in a title for a novel, some day, or maybe as an epigram, I will consider my life well lived.

(via marriedinspace)

such-heights:

One foot in front of the other.

Our metaphors go on before us, they know before we do. — Mark Doty
I heard he fell in love with a woman. No, I heard it was the sea he fell in love with. Same story, different versions. — Pirates of the Caribbean

such-heights:

One foot in front of the other.

Our metaphors go on before us, they know before we do. — Mark Doty

I heard he fell in love with a woman. No, I heard it was the sea he fell in love with. Same story, different versions. — Pirates of the Caribbean

I’m the bloody Queen, mate. Basically, I rule.
Doctor Who 5x02 - “The Beast Below”

Oooh, what if I wrote a history of the Elizabeths of England, and their encounters with the Doctor? We already have the moment with Elizabeth I and Ten, and Liz 10 and Eleven — oooh. Fake history! I could steal from Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrel!
I’m the bloody Queen, mate. Basically, I rule.

Doctor Who 5x02 - “The Beast Below”

Oooh, what if I wrote a history of the Elizabeths of England, and their encounters with the Doctor? We already have the moment with Elizabeth I and Ten, and Liz 10 and Eleven — oooh. Fake history! I could steal from Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrel!