agh! i’m screaming into the void rn. i am p disappointed in dean. have i missed more than i thought i had??? living for sam this episode tho.
+4
Y’all, I’m rewatching Supernatural before the finale (and I started so late like everything else, and don’t think i’ll finish in time, damn) and it’s so… /interesting/
Like 1 — i forgot how young they looked! which is weird since I’ve seen edits and gifs still from the early seasons. (reminds me of early fandom and all the twink!Sam going around). plus just how much more the height difference is apparent before Sam/Jared’s breadth.
2 — having seen later stuff, it’s cool how i see the importance of some things and/or see how they connect. like the whole 22/23 years later thing for Sam. how the YED got there. why Mary went up herself instead of also getting John to help. plus, seeing the Samulet! and Baby!
3 — thinking about Sam and Dean and ~emotions~. Dean is all macho man and Sam is more outwardly emotional. but they’re two halves since, imo (don’t come at me lol), Dean still feels so much inwardly, seemingly more than Sam since he shows his outwardly. like Dean wanting to look for John, his memories of Mary, and his whole mission with Sam since age 4 (letting him drive Baby for the first time); plus, wanting to make sure they save others so they don’t have to go through the same thing they did (the siblings with the wendigo, wanting to recheck the case because he’s worried about the kid, etc.). (tbh, i’m a known Dean-girl so I’m biased and I’m on s1e4 rn.) generalized as the analytical/logical vs the emotional one.
4 — this one relates to another fandom. i read the hunger games trilogy after watching this, but seeing it now and the similarities is *chef’s kiss*. we all know about John’s A+ Parenting, and I’m not excusing that, especially since Dean and Sam were innocent children, but he went head-first into hunting because of Mary’s death. and Sam and Dean, more so Sam, couldn’t rationalize that to that extent. like Dean was more accepting since he had his 4 years with Mary, but Sam didn’t. but then, Jess’s death happens to Sam and he goes down that same path. he acts like he’s fine but he’s high-strung, he just wants to focus on finding John so they can deal with the ‘monster’ together and Dean has to redirect him and tell him that they’ll help people along the way. Sam criticized him but he’s doing the same thing (i get both reasons and at least, in the beginning, Sam isn’t hurting anyone by doing this). my HG’s point ties into this too, with Katniss criticizing her mom’s handling of the dead-husband/father situation, with reason, and then her going through a similar thing later on (though she does try to fight it and get better).
5 — i forgot what else to say. might add more later, idk
+8
“That Stark kid follows you around like a lost puppy,” Rhodey’s friend bemusedly says, the corner of her mouth curling up as she glances at a spot over Rhodey’s shoulder.
Rhodey turns around and, sure enough, there’s Tony. He’s trying to hide himself behind a much too large textbook about linear algebra, but he’s there. This isn’t the first time that Tony has coincidentally appeared wherever Rhodey is. Hell, it’s not even the fifth. At this point, Rhodey’s concerned. Not because he finds it creepy, rather, he thinks it’s endearing in the way only someone like Tony can be, but he can’t help but think that something might be going on.
He sighs. “I’ll be right back.” He slaps the table twice as he gets up and grabs his iced tea. With every step he takes towards Tony’s table, he notices the way that Tony starts fidgeting–playing with pens, rummaging in his backpack for something that doesn’t exist. He knows Rhodey is coming over, and he’s trying to delay the inevitable conversation.
Srysly tho we call Tony Stark the Thotty Boy when he’s like the only one who’s been in a committed relationship for like more than two consecutive movies? Is getting married? Wants babies??
Meanwhile hoe-ass Steve Rogers got a new boo every half a movie, flirting with strangers on morning runs and tryna date an entire bloodline? It’s twentygayteen pals, time to expose Captain America for the thot he is
today is iron man (2008) dir. jon favreau’s 11th anniversary so everybody say thank you tony stark
So.
As you might imagine, my inboxes have been flooded over the last few days. My fic represents, for a lot of people, either their start in Avengers fandom, or the safe place they retreat to when the angst and infighting and shipwars got too intense. Which I get, and I appreciate, and I’m so glad if my old fics can give people a little happiness, even after all this time.
But there’s a thread I keep picking up in comments, that kind of worries me.
That things that happened in the MCU have taken the fandom away from them. That the way things happened in Endgame have left people distraught, or angry, or just grieving. And a lot of people have worried that they’ve ‘lost’ these characters.
And look.
Look.
I say this as a fandom old. I say this as someone who reads comics. Who came from the Trek fandom. Who’s lived through bad movie adaptations and subpar ghostwriters and writing staff changes that have destroyed tv shows before they had a chance to really fly.
Don’t let canon take anything away from you.
You can be disappointed in a thing. You can have your heart broken by a writer. You can hope against hope that something that means the world to you will be ‘true,’ but don’t let a corporation take your heroes away from you.
Every one of us has to pick and choose what we keep and what we leave behind. But every single version of Captain America has been fanfiction since Jack Kirby and Joe Simon put their pens down. He’s owned by a corporation, and they can decide what’s on screen, who gets paid to write him, who gets the big platform. They get to decide canon.
But canon is meaningless.
Canon is a way to win an argument in a bar or in a schoolyard. It’s knowing publication dates and issue numbers and who wrote what arc and when the reboots happened. It exists.
But when I think of Hawkeye, canon is only part of the picture. I do think of Matt Fraction’s run on the comics. I do think of those early years, sneaking my brother’s issues of West Coast Avengers. I think of the weird, wild, off beat run of Secret Avengers. But I also think of @dr-kara’s art of him. I think of fanfic long since deleted, that introduced me to the fandom tropes of Clint living in the vents. I think of the Tumblr posts, diving deep into the psychology of trauma, into his place as the most human and the most pointless of the original six, into a thousand stupid memes. Caw-caw, motherfucker. I think of the comments I got, telling me he was OOC. I think of the Hawkeye cosplayers I’ve met, including the one guy who was in full gear at Star Wars Celebration in Florida. I asked him why, and he shrugged and said, ‘Clint would’ve.’ I agree with him.
I think of the first time a friend put a bow in my hands, and showed me how to shoot, wobbly and uneven, at a straw target all the way across the yard.
I think of the bruises that dotted my arms afterwards.
So canon can add new things. Take bits away. Make me think. Make me hurt.
But nothing canon does will ever cause him to be different, not on any fundamental level. Clint Barton started forming in my head when I was eight years old. He belongs to Marvel, but the version I carry with me has a lot more sources than that.
Guys, this is a long way of saying: find your own version of the character. Find what you need in a fandom. And think of canon like that one fic that has a million kudos on AO3 and you just. Don’t. Know. Why. That one fic, that everyone talks about, that you just can’t stand.
If canon doesn’t work for you, then discard it. And move on.
But don’t let a corporation take a character you love away from you.
Don’t ever let that happen.
Nebula: I never understood why Gamora cared so much about her dumb human until I got a dumb human myself. I’ve only had Stark for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in the galaxy and then myself
Today Harry James Potter is 37 years old.
He’s lived two decades more than the age he was when he willingly died.
So he refuses to eat his birthday cake unless Ginny admits he’s 20 years old.
What do you mean I’m almost 40? No. I died at 17 and was reborn. Technically. I’m twenty. I’m practically a young boy. Don’t “Dad” me. I’m twenty years old. Ron, tell them.
can we just skip to the part where I’m about to marry the love of my life and I’m financially stable and happy & all this shit is behind me already
(Source: lettersfromadreamgirl)
R.I.P. Adam West, who has passed away at the age of 88.
Cas sits in a field of wildflowers, bee’s flittering around him. His hair is messy and his big blue eyes are closed. His hands sit folded in his lap, as dozens of bees settle themselves contentedly on him, covering his hands and clothes with their striped bodies. Cas breathes in, the taste of dirt and pollen filling his nose with it’s strong scent.
He is content. He is happy. At last.
(Source: prayforjensen)
When the glass door to his office swung open, Dean Smith swiveled away from his view of the city skyline and then smiled a little at the equally breathtaking view of the man walking in his office.
“It’s Sam Wesson, right?” Of course, Dean knew that before he asked. There were always two techs on call so it was a bit of a crap shoot on who would show up, but he loaded the dice a bit when he called down to his friend in IT, asking about Sam’s shifts.
The tall tech looked adorably confused that Dean knew his name.”Uh, yeah, that’s me. What can I do for you?”
“It’s my computer. Something seems to be wrong.” Dean rolled his chair back from the desk and waved the man over.
Sam moved behind the desk, trying the keyboard and monitor but both were dead. He then leaned against the edge of the desk with his broad shoulders canted forward and his slim hips pushed back, and Dean’s mind lit up with the urge to slip out of his chair and slot right up against that. He tightened his grip on the armrests to keep himself seated.
The tech pulled on a nest of loose cables running along the back of the computer, and turned to face Dean. With those perfect abs right in front of his face, Dean made a mental note to get the name of Sam’s trainer because damn, that boy was ripped.
Sam made an impatient noise and Dean lifted his eyebrows, suddenly aware that he hadn’t responded to some question that was asked. “I said, is this plugged in properly, Mr. Smith?”
Thoughts of plugs and cables and Sam calling him Mr. Smith made Dean’s dick perk up, and he smoothed out his tie to give him more time to answer.
“I’m not sure. Can you check it out for me?”
Sam climbed under the desk and began crawling around, squeezing into that tiny space. His god-given ass in those god-awful khakis waved in front of Dean like a red flag to a bull, and a bead of sweat rolled down his temple despite the temperature control of his office. He was a minute away from running the toe of his polished Ferragamo dress shoe up the inside of Sam’s thigh when Sam backed out.
“I found your problem.” Sam sat up on his knees at Dean’s feet, holding up a loose power cable, that flopped over his enormous fingers. “Somehow all of your cords are unplugged.”
“Huh, I wonder how that happened.” Dean bit on his lower lip to keep himself from grabbing that cable and wrapping it around Sam’s wrists.
Dean wasn’t normally this out of control over a co-worker but there was something about Sam. Almost every night, he dreamed of this beautiful man, bound by ropes and chains and cords. But it was really weird because in his dreams, Dean wasn’t the one that tied him up. Instead he was the one rescuing Sam from dark monsters–the stuff of horror movies–and comforting him afterwards by stroking his face and soft hair. Weird comfort sex fantasies around someone he didn’t even know.
As Sam stood up from the floor, he grabbed both of Dean’s legs to leverage himself into a standing position. At the feel of those enormous warm hands closed around his thighs and the invasion of his personal space, Dean’s mouth went dry. When the tech leaned over him, it was like an eclipse of the sun, his muscular body blocking out all light and all thought.
As he kept his hands on Dean, Sam whispered in his ear. “And Mr. Smith, next time you want me on my knees, crawling around on the floor, just ask. You’d be surprised at the answer.“
alright so i know we are all into punk sirius who is hot on slumming it in his teens, showing just how connected to the working classes and the great unwashed he is by living in a tiny poky flat in London, BUT I submit, for your delectation:
everyone lives au in which sirius decides to reverse stick it to his fam by joining forces with andromeda to become the hot new socialites in magical britain, hosting charity balls for postwar rehabilitation and like, vampire & werewolf charity fundraisers - lavish affairs in which the rich and the beautiful are subtly pressured into outbidding each other into donating more and more absurd amounts of money or else risk being socially ostracized FOREVER because they won’t receive one of those EXCLUSIVE invitations to number 12 Grimmauld Place & this INFURIATES narcissa who CLEARLY is the HEIR to the social lives of the black family and will not be USURPED by her black sheep of a sister and the family’s wild canon and dissolute disowned heir, her cousin lbr she probably bitches about this to Bellatrix’s portrait ad infinitum and Bella’s just like why don’t I have my WAND why can’t I cast spells and make her SHUT UP she and Draco grow very close in those months with Narcissa’s wailing incessantly about how NO ONE will attend any of the Malfoy’s social events and also FANCY!!!! ANDROMEDA HAVING THE AUDACITY TO DISINVITE ME FROM MY OWN ANCESTRAL HOME!!! AN INSULT NOT TO BE BORNE!!!!
anyway, Sirius obviously throws each and every single piece of furniture in Grimmauld Place out and strips it down, knocks down a couple of walls and adds in some elegant french windows and with Fleur’s help redesigns the place entirely because for god’s sake, victorian gothic is SO last century and besides, if we’re really doing pureblood decadence the only way to go is French Rococo lbr and everything is now MIRRORS and GILT and frankly ridiculous furniture that is IMPOSSIBLE TO SIT ON but everyone adores even when they’ve been standing in six inch heels for three hours running. Walburga Black obviously has kittens over this redecoration and this meticulous stripping away of their HISTORY (we can trace our family all the way to the Norman conquest! Your great great great great great great great great great great grandfather fought alongside King William at Hastings (unlike the Malfoys who only LIE about their involvement, just so we’re clear) she shouts until Sirius reveals his party trick aka the elaborately brocaded silk curtains he’s installed to be pulled over his mother’s painting so she becomes yet another one of the #quirks of Grimmauld Place, an entertainment set piece and nothing more).
Meanwhile in the library Sirius probably donates half the books to Hogwarts and then redoes the entire place in homage to the Brighton Pavillion (You see I’m not entirely unpatriotic, he tells the portrait of his fuming father) and then installs CARD TABLES at which the rich and the famous can do things like LOSE ENTIRE FORTUNES and also the family diamonds - all in the name of charity.
Also, most importantly is the draw Sirius exerts on the entire wizarding world because he obviously cultivates an eccentric and bohemian persona and insists on receiving guests for one hour only from a chaise longue in one of the parlours where he reclines in these hideous brocaded silk dressing gowns, with bottles of sal vol and assorted smelling salts around him and he only ever extends a single well-manicured hand to everyone: twelve years in Azkaban, he says faintly to everyone who visits, but the healer says I should recover my nerves soon (no one knows when ‘’’’’’’’’soon’’’’’’’’’ is, but this goes on for at least ten years after the war.)
And obviously each and every single one of his relatives stuck in their portraits are clawing their eyes out or shrieking in horror about WE HAVE BEEN REDUCED!!!! REDUCED TO BEING NO MORE THAN THE LAUGHING STOCK OF BRITAIN!!! except possibly Regs who is amused at just how terribly transparent & crude his brother is at the art of provocateuring.
Friendly Reminders about Tony Stark
- Tony Stark stammers his words when he’s around a pretty person he likes
- Tony Stark likes to cuddle and is highly upset when he wakes up and his cuddle partner isn’t there.
- Tony Stark revealed to the world in 616 that he was Iron Man by saving a puppy from getting ran over
- Tony Stark is easily manipulated
- Tony Stark hates his reflection because he can’t stand looking at himself
- Tony Stark built a women’s shelter and knew as a man he could not be involved in the day to day operations and hired a woman to run it
- Tony Stark babbles when he’s uncomfortable
- Tony Stark is an Arthurian Dorkwad
- Tony Stark makes deprecating jokes about himself as much as anyone makes jokes about him and usually agrees with jokes at his expense
- Tony Stark has anxiety, depression, severe trust issues, and severe relationship issues caused by mental and physical abuse from childhood
- Tony Stark recognizes anxiety and depression in other people and aggressively tries to make them feel good about themselves
- Tony Stark fanboyed out the first time he met Cap in 616 and proceeded to make Cap a new shield that could fly and Cap tried to be polite but told Tony he wanted to keep his old shield and Tony was sad
- Tony Stark did NOT make Peter Parker the Iron Spider suit to “control” him during Civil War - Tony Stark made Peter Parker the Iron Spider suit because when everyone thought Peter was dead and it turned out he wasn’t Tony was so happy he gave him the Iron Spider Suit and called it Peter’s “Rebirthday Gift:
- Tony Stark made Carol Danvers a space ship with an A.I named Harrison for obvious Stark Wars dork reasons
- Tony Stark still recognizes mutants when he talks about people who protect Earth
- Tony Stark is the reason Registration hadn’t passed when the bill came up at least 3 times before Civil War
(Source: impossibleorsoontobearchive-blog)
“Ugh, you’re so adorable. I want to be friends with you,” I whisper as I like your posts and never speak to you.
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