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giants0rbiting:

I LITERALLY THINK THIS EVERY TIME THE SONG COMES ON

giants0rbiting:

I LITERALLY THINK THIS EVERY TIME THE SONG COMES ON

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spyderqueen:

jaybird-gaybird:

Now remember people, National Coming Out Day is on its way. If you “come out” on facebook as straight and/or cis, an ally, a brony, a fucking whovian, or anything other than a marginalized sexual orientation and/or gender identity, I will ram my boot so far up your ass you’ll be tasting Vans for weeks.

I dunno, I appreciate when people come out as jackasses; it saves me from having to find out later.

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twelveclara:

have you ever watched an episode of something that was so horrible you just sat there afterward like did a group of people really read this script and say ‘wow great idea’


#HYDRA SLUMBER PARTY

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krumla:

How can you make the two greatest assassins in the universe completely useless and boring?

From The Start | Nimona

dr-kara:

So guys today the last page of Nimona was put up by the fab gingerhaze and as I know a bunch of people who don’t read things until they are done … ITS DONE AND OMG SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS!! 

*cough* 

anyways, you can read the whole thing here!! It’s such a great comic and I really just wanted to promote it on my blog again because I enjoyed the ride so much. 

megachikorita:

some kid in my class wrote an essay about how it never explicitly says Beowulf isn’t a robot

knitmeapony:

dimin-hall:

jacquez45:

knitmeapony:

saphire-dance:

knitmeapony:

daunt:

knitmeapony:

trickstervriska:

the thought of becoming an adult one day is the scariest thing ever why cant i live the rest of my life blogging about fictional characters and laughing at stupid shit

I am going to let you in on the worst-kept secret in fandom: we’re actually mostly adults around here.

I am thirty-two years old.  One of my oldest friends is pushing forty.  His older sister is forty-six.  We all blog about fictional characters and stupid shit.  One of the first people who ever GMed a tabletop RPG for me still goes to cons.  He’s at least fifty.

We are all, in theory, grown adults who are holding down jobs and have cars or rent or morgage payments or student loans and/or marriages and/or children.  We vote and eat bran-tastic food for our hearts and buy sensible shoes.

Also, the first song I danced to at my first Homecoming dance was recently played on a local oldies station, dear god.

I mean, seriously.  Grownups. We made it to the other side, fan-brains intact.  So can you.

Becoming an adult is not scary.  Becoming an adult is not about stopping with the tumbling and the cat videos.  It’s just about doing that shit between work and errands instead of between school and chores.  It’s about being able to do different kinds of epic shit — I may not be able to write another 50k fanfic, but I can decorate my entire kitchen in Captain America stuff and re-wire my rice cooker so the light looks like an arc reactor.

If you’re worried about no longer being fannish and not liking ridiculous silly shit (I assume ‘for no good reason’, aka ‘growing out of it’), you’re worried about becoming boring, not old.

So what if people call what we do childish?  A: they’re wrong, there’s some serious grown-up badassery going ‘round in fandoms, and B: what’s wrong with being childish?  Are children something we should avoid being like?  Doesn’t everyone wish they could return to childhood?  

We are living a friggin’ eternal youth on the internet.  Anyone tells you ‘grownups don’t do this stuff’ is just jealous.  Hmph.

Now get off my damn lawn, kid.

Seriously, we can all live this beautiful grown up fan life forever. 8D

… holy shit, is this post still going around?  I just turned thirty four, which means it’s literally years old.  Years plural.

The sad thing is it still needs to go around. I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve had to explain that yes I can still be a fangirl at my age, (or even twice that I follow someone on here that’s old enough to be my mother) and that being an adult doesn’t mean you give up everything you love to become a Job-Taxes-Death robot. So many people are convinced life ends at 20,30,40, etc…

On the other hand, a Job-Taxes-Death robot sounds like a terrific supervillain.

"Sir," said JARVIS, "I have a news video feed you will want to see."

Tony blinked up at JARVIS’s closest camera. “Yeah, yeah, OK.”  An image shimmered to life to his left.  ”What the hell,” he said, squinting at it.  ”What.  That’s.  That’s clearly based on my tech, who stole my tech again, is this — JARVIS, call Steve, OK, I think this is Hydra —”

The sound cut in. “—FLESH,” boomed the giant clanking robot (and that was just wrong, it was CLEARLY stolen tech and should not clank, Tony’s robots did not CLANK, goddamn, heads were going to roll), “CITIZENS. DO NOT BE AFRAID. I COME TO BRING ORDER TO YOUR SMALL, MEAT-BASED LIVES.”

Tony groped blindly for the bottle of whisky he knew was somewhere to his right.  Meat-based lives, his ass.

"THERE WILL BE JOBS FOR ALL IN THE GREAT ROBOT FACTORIES OF OUR FUTURE," said the robot.  "ALL NEEDS WILL BE PROVIDED FOR BY YOUR TAXES.  UPON YOUR DEATHS, YOU WILL FEED HUMANITY WITH YOUR FLESH."

Tony put down the whisky bottle, unopened.  ”JARVIS,” he said, as the robot repeated its message again.  ”I — get my suit, JARVIS, what the actual hell — get Steve, get Bruce, get Bruce really really angry, OK, tell him the giant Jobs-Taxes-Death robot slept with his mother, whatever you have to do.”  He headed for the elevator.

"Understood, sir," said JARVIS.

"I’m a capitalist," said Tony, "and I’m offended by this thing.  I LIKE jobs.  And taxes.  Well.  Evading taxes, mostly.  That’s not the point, JARVIS."  The elevator doors opened, and Tony headed for the roof.  "This thing is giving robots a bad name," he said, "and I’m gonna stop it."

* * * 

[I’m 36 and wrote this in-between my young children throwing squeaky ducks at my head.]

This DOES need to go around. Also it continues to grow more awesome with time, I see. (only 22 and not out of the house yet, but I hope to see and comment on this post again when I am 30+, 40+, etc.)

There is Iron Man Fanfic about my post.  Christ, I love the internet. 

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ohgodnotthisperson:

Theory:

Peter Quill actually only had trouble holding the infinity stone because he’s half Terran.

A fully human Terran would have done much better.

I mean, Jane Foster had the aether inside of her in Thor 2, and that seemed pretty potent (and potentially could have been another infinity stone, besides).

In fact, considering all of the mutants and badassery and whatnot that abounds in the Marvel universe, and the heavy-hitters Terrans can produce with just a little genetic tweaking or gamma radiation, it’s possible that Asgard took to ‘safeguarding’ Midgard in the first place because Odin figured out that the natives are scary as balls.

Maybe during the war with the frost giants, certain humans started manifesting strange/special abilities to deal with the threat, and Asgard’s scientists/wizards/etc figured out that the poor puny Midgardians were like a sleeping monster, and the aggression of the frost giants was ‘waking them up’.

So Odin stepped in to stop them and to try and keep people from interfering with Midgard as much as possible, so the monster would stay sleeping.

Which is actually part of why he is so very pissed off at Loki for the events of Avengers, and at Thor for bringing Jane to Asgard - it’s a very, very tight secret that Midgard is a powder keg full of potential super-warriors, and Odin does not want that getting out, and he does not want them getting out. If Earth can stay as a nice, quiet, backwater planet with very little contact with the larger universe, that’s safer for everyone involved.

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  • Bono: I love you.
  • Bono's Wife: Oh I love you back!
  • Bono: you what?
  • Bono's wife: I love you also, bono.
  • Bono: say it.
  • Bono's wife (grumbling): I love you too.
  • *the rest of U2 comes from behind the wall and starts playing Vertigo*
  • Bono's wife: I hate this and also everything.