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That time Screen Junkies decided to make Steve/Bucky canon since Marvel wouldn't

Just remember. There is no such thing as a fake geek girl. There are only fake geek boys. Science fiction was invented by a woman.

Specifically a teenage girl. You know, someone who would be a part of the demographic that some of these boys are violently rejecting.

Isaac Asimov.

yo mary shelley wrote frankenstein in 1818 and isaac asimov was born in 1920 so you kinda get my point

If you want to push it back even further Margaret Cavendish, the duchess of Newcastle (1623-1673) wrote The Blazing World in 1666, about a young woman who discovers a Utopian world that can only be accessed via the North Pole - oft credited as one of the first scifi novels

Women have always been at the forefront of literature, the first novel (what we would consider a novel in modern terms) was written by a woman (Lady Muraskai’s the Tale of Genji in the early 1000s) take your snide “Isaac Asimov” reblogs and stick it

even in terms of male scifi authors, asimov was predated by Jules Verne, HG Wells, George Orwell, you could have even cited Poe or Jonathan Swift has a case but Asimov?

PbbBFFTTBBBTBTTBBTBTTT so desperate to discredit the idea of Mary Shelly as the mother of modern science fiction you didn’t even do a frickin google search For Shame

And if you want to go back even further, the first named, identified author in history was Enheduanna of Akkad, a Sumerian high priestess.

Kinda funny, considering this Isaac Asimov quote on the subject:

Even Isaac Asimov ain’t having none of your shit, not even posthumously.

You know what else was invented by women? Masked vigilantes, the precursor to the modern superhero. Baroness Emma Orczy wrote The Scarlet Pimpernel in 1905. The character would later inspire better known masked vigilantes such as Zorro and Batman.

Got that?

Stick that in your international pipe and smoke it

I have literally been telling people this for over a year.

the first extended prose piece - ie a novel, was not, as many male scholars will shout, Don Quixote (1605) but The Tale of Genji (1008) written by a woman

The first autobiography ever written in English is also attributed to a woman, The Book of Margery Kempe (1430s).

The day may come when I find this post and do not reblog it, but it is not this day.

Men will try so hard to cover this shit up and gatekeep us smh

Don’t mind me, I’m just here to add the 1,030,993rd note to this glorious mf and repeat: women have ALWAYS been at the forefront of literature and linguistic revolutions. Especially young women in the latter part of that.

what I really love about Lan Wangji’s character development is that his personality doesn’t change, but his acceptance of who he is does. he is calm, he is prude, he is quiet, and he is righteous, those are all things that are deeply part of him, but they are not the only ones.

when he was younger he could not reconcile being calm but having strong feelings, being prude but wanting someone, being quiet but having loud thoughts, and being righteous but loving someone his sect disapproves of. but then as he grows older, and is shaped by the events of his life and grief, he learns to not be rigid anymore, that he can be the collected Hanguang-Jun and also the passionate Lan Zhan.

before, he held himself back and denied anything that felt contradictory, now he accepts all sides and know they are not opposites but just different parts of himself. his calm is a side of himself as much as his feeelings are, they can both exist inside not in opposition but in continuity, and so can his reserve and his desire, his silence and his thoughts, his love for his sect and his love for Wei Ying. he truly learns to be himself and not be torn anymore between the pressure to be a perfect disciple and wanting happiness, he learns both can be done.

the Lan is a part of who he is, but there is not just one way to be a Lan, he does not have to repress anything to be Lan Wangji, quite the opposite. besides, isn’t being a passionate lover part of being a Lan anyways?

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Just want to say how proud of i am of america right now. Removing a dictator during a dictatorship is near impossible (typically it takes civil war or a death/ power vacuum) but for four years you’ve been fighting back and now you’re fighting a heavily rigged, horribly unfair election and not giving Trump that “landslide victory” dictators typically get. I want you to know that many of us across the world, see those 50/50 looking results and don’t see america as half and half but 30% cultists who were given an easy vote and 70% people who’s vote was very hard to get out (we saw the lines, we saw the fake ballotboxes) and often outright thrown away. We hear that more people voted for Biden than have ever voted for a candidate before. We see your judges fighting to have every vote counted and the diverse new congressfolks you’ve voted in. The narrative of a close race omits that one team had skates on a downhill road and the other had an obstacle couse littered with dirty needles, fences to break through, barbed wire to crawl under and rabid dogs blocking the way.

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The costume contest at Stark’s annual Halloween blowout is really not important to Steve, except that Bucky gets a twinkle in his eye every time it’s brought up.
Add in a face from the past, and well… Steve may or may not have a competitive side.
This is gonna call for a lot of glitter.
by @duelingnebulas

The boy who lived many years

Steve: Hey, Clint, thanks for the movie recommendations. Pretty in Pink was great. I liked this one too.

Steve carefully pastes the link in and presses send without a moment of regret. He tosses his phone on the counter and opens the fridge. Halfway through making a pile of sandwiches his phone vibrates on the counter. 

Clint: WTF?

Clint: U rick rolled me.

Steve: Sorry, pal.

Clint: UR an asshole. >:( 

Steve snorts and screencaps the texts. 

Steve: one down.

He attaches the picture and sends it to Sam, laughing to himself as he pulls a carton of milk from the fridge. 

Sam: Why am I friends with you?

Steve: My senior citizen’s discount. 

Natasha doesn’t reply. Steve hasn’t heard anything from her in three days, so he assumes she’s off somewhere on the other side of the world kicking ass and taking names.

He’s walking back to his place one night with a couple of large pizzas, listening to the 60s mix Sam made for him when a little blur of red and black lunges at him from the shadows. His attacker sweeps his legs out from under him and knocks him to the ground. He’s prepared to spring to the defense when he sees it’s Natasha. Steve’s laugh is cut short when she presses a pointed heel against his throat. “Dammit, Nat! You made me drop my pizzas. What the hell?” 

She presses her heel a fraction closer and breathing becomes difficult.

Natasha eyes him coolly with her arms crossed against her chest.  ”I’ve had motherfucking Rick Astley in my head for three days now, you little shithead.”

Steve snorts and immediately regrets it. 

Natasha kicks him in the ribs before offering a hand to help him off the ground.

“Share your pizza and let’s figure out how you’re going to get Stark.“ 

(Natasha is having exactly none of your shit, Steve.)

Despite what Tony thinks, Thor has no trouble with Midgardian technology. Humor, yes, but technology no. Steve sends Thor an email, swipes his iPod off the desk and goes out for a run, listening to the 70s mix Sam made him.

unknown number: I hate you.

Steve: Excuse me, I think you have the wrong number.

unknown number: I have the right number, Captain Rogers. Thor has not stopped singing all day.

Steve: I’m sorry, Dr. Foster.

Dr. Foster: No, you’re not. ヽ(ಠ_ಠ)ノ

No, he really wasn’t.

….

Steve finds an acoustic version, heavy on the sitar, of Rick Astley’s notorious hit and asks JARVIS to play it the next time Bruce plays his tea time music.

Two days later they learn that Hulk can’t sing but he can hum.  Rather soulfully, he thinks as he sends a video clip to Sam.

Sam: You fucker, Rogers.

Steve: Five down. One to go.

Sam: Good luck with that one, asshole.

Steve: Better have my money ready, Wilson.

            (Thor enjoys Midgardian folk tales sung in chanted verse)

Tony is the hardest by far. Steve brings pizza and vodka with him when he visits Natasha, and Clint is there too as a happy accident. He bounces ideas off them and everything he can think of just isn’t enough. They break for the night and he retires to his apartment.

He almost considers giving in to Sam when Tony gives him the answer unknowingly.

Steve is sitting on one of the stools in Tony’s workshop, drawing the Suit (which Tony was tickled over), when DUM-E beeps and nudges his arm. Steve grins and takes the washer they’d been using for ‘fetch’ while Tony mutters to himself and looks over the damage Steve’s body armor had sustained. 

(“It’s impossible!” He’d wailed, looking at the large gashes in the fabric.

“Tell that to my stomach,” Steve had replied from the hospital bed where his skin slowly stitched itself back together under the bandages.)

“Hey, Tony.” Steve lightly tosses the washer like an extra-small frisbee across the workshop. “Is DUM-E limited to just beeps?”

“No, he has proper speakers, he just refuses to use them for anything else. He doesn’t have the AI functionality of JARVIS. He’s like a baby. A really old baby. Or the mute eldest brother.”

Steve smiles brightly when DUM-E comes back with the washer.

——

It’s really easy to get the song onto his iPod.

——

It’s almost easier to get the iPod hooked up to DUM-E and get him to push the ‘play’ button once Tony had settled in.

——

The entire team watches through the (thankfully soundproof) glass wall as Tony shouts and chases DUM-E around his workshop.

Steve: Did it.

Sam: Pics or it didn’t happen.

Steve steps into the workshop and records the song playing as DUM-E zips around, Tony chasing him. It sends it to Sam who doesn’t reply for ten minutes.

Sam: I’m paying you in beer. BECAUSE you can’t get drunk. Asshole.

Steve: That’s Captain Asshole to you.

BEST ENDING OF ALL TIME AMG

You ignore the public’s health? You sacrifice the public’s health for big business?

You KICK Massachusetts? You steal her PPE like the pirate?

Hahahahaha omg

I think the thing about Mari Kondo that was so revolutionary to a lot of people was just the idea that cleanliness wasn’t something you owed anybody or something you do for other people or like-

Like I grew up with a Very Clean mother, but while I got quite a few good homemaking skills from her, the primary attitude about cleaning and tidying I got from the way she talked about it was that like - keeping clean is a Moral Good that we are Obligated To in service of some higher power like God or Society. Being tidy is how you show your Inherent Value to people by displaying what a Good Person you are to them, and it’s also about Making Them Comfortable and Staving Off Their Judgment. And it’s purposes are performative or they are in service to absolute utility. If it’s not about avoiding judgment, it’s about optimizing yourself to peak productivity, again in service to some overlording expectations you are required to meet to be Worthy. Organization, Aesthetic, and Discipline are all variables in a large equation that exists to determine how good a grade you can get on some cosmic test that you’re always taking.

And I think lots of people grew up feeling like that. That “chores” or cleaning were about other people or a standard set outside of yourself. Something done to you by someone or something else in service of their interests.

And then Mari Kondo comes along as says the simplest damn thing, “your space exists to make you happy” and it’s fucking RADICAL to thousands of people. I realize the advice in her books can seem like the same advice every decluttering “expert” has been giving since the dawn of time - don’t keep things beyond their usefulness, make sure there’s a dedicated space for everything. But from everyone else that advice felt in service to an overbearing “should” that was disparaging and disempowering and just makes a person feel like a failure.

Meanwhile, the very first step of the “KonMari method” is literally just “Think about what makes you happy.” She explicitly instructs you don’t start tidying without first considering your happiness. And then your own happiness is at the center of every step. There’s no hard law, no strict number. Not “try to get rid of half your things” or “throw away everything you haven’t used in a year”. It’s “go through everything in your life while thinking about your own happiness.” Wild. Unprecedented. My happiness? My joy? It’s not about Right and Wrong or Proper and Improper, it’s actually about being happy?

I think for lot of people raised in a certain Protestant mindset in the West, the idea that being happy was a factor at all in maintaining a space, let alone the main goal, was a complete revelation. Of course it seems absurdly obvious in retrospect, but a whole lot of us weren’t raised to take our own happiness into account, especially when it comes to housekeeping. Oh, my goal is to be happy. My goal is to get joy out of my space. I don’t owe anyone anything, but I owe myself kindness, and I deserve only things that make me happy. Amazing. Never even thought about being happy before. Been told how to optimize efficiency, how to optimize appearance, how to optimize utility, how to optimize storage, and it’s all a drag, and then Mari Kondo comes along like “what about joy?” Damn. That’s way easier and more fun and also has more sustainable results.

let’s do this 👀

Pls aid me in avoiding my responsibilities