Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

Anonymous asked: u wanted prompts: steve takes it upon himself to stand outside planned parenthood clinics and fight people who attack and harass pp

Listen, I see and observe your ‘Steve’ up there, but I raise you Forty Percent of the Marvel Universe because I am bitter about the current direction of the whole comics thing at the moment.  *Max Rockatansky voice* I guarantee you, a hundred and sixty days out, there’s nothing but salt.  Anyway, if you’ve read my Claire Temple AO3 fic that may or may not get more stuff added to it when I feel inspired, this is technically that universe, but prior knowledge IS NOT REQUIRED, okay good let’s do it.  Also I believe that movie canon only applies to me when I feel like it so everyone is in New York and the Avengers live in the Tower, no one is dead and everything is F I N E.  I dunno, this is only like the first half of a much longer thing that covers this whole day and, if I had my way, would be a full-blown elaborate media fic with tweets and Trish’s show and everything.  But here, it’s real long, so I left it alone.  It’s on AO3.

Steve got the call pre-dawn, just as he was leaving the Tower for his run.  

“Captain Rogers,” FRIDAY said politely from the ceiling, “you are receiving a call from an unknown number with a New York City area code.”

“If it’s a reporter, let it ring out,” Steve said, knotting his running shoes.

“Reporters do not have your personal cell number, Captain,” FRIDAY said, and there was a trace of genteel condescension in the artificial voice this time that made Steve grin down at the floor.

“Where in the City?”

“Hell’s Kitchen.”

Steve frowned, straightening up. “That might be Daredevil in trouble. You better put it through to my phone. Thanks, FRIDAY.”

“Of course, Captain,” FRIDAY said. Steve’s top-of-the-line, not-on-the-open-market-yet, Jesus-Cap-does-your-shit-phone-even-text-here-let-me-replace-it StarkPhone rang, a jaunty tune that sounded distinctly like the National Anthem, and even more distinctly like the foreboding of Bucky getting his ass kicked.

“Steve Rogers,” Steve answered, hitting the green button and raising the phone to his ear.

“Um…hi, Captain Rogers,” the voice on the other end said hesitantly.  “This is Claire Temple, I don’t know if you remember me, but–”

“Of course I remember you, Miss Temple,” Steve said, grinning.  “You pulled a piece of rebar out of my chest, hard to forget a first meeting like that.” She laughed, the same slightly worn chuckle he remembered from her.  “And it’s just Steve, please, ma’am.  I think once you’ve been up close and personal with someone’s lung tissue you can probably skip the ‘Captain.’”

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Anonymous asked: If humans had a third hand what do you think it would be called? If you could play any instrument without practicing, what would it be?

First one: This?  The greatest question.  Okay so like obviously if it was a hand that sprouted from like right above your sternum, it would be called the middle hand, seeing as we already have the right and left hands (fun story, you know that phantom limb thing that happens with ADHD, among other things?  My brain used to really stubbornly spit out ‘middle eye’ as A Thing I Had when I was younger, it was weird).  On the other hand (ha, I’m a riot), if it was another hand below either your right or left hand (wouldn’t it be interesting if it was genetically dictated which side you had your third hand on, like handedness is genetically dictated or which thumb is on top when you lace your fingers) I imagine you would still have a ‘dominant’ hand.  Like, one of the three would be more dexterous than the others.  So maybe you’d have like “Yes, this is my left hand, and this is my right hand, and this is my prime hand.”  WHICH WOULD BE RAD.  Also, if you had two pairs of hands you could have your ‘prime’ hands and your ‘off’ hands, so like ‘prime left’ and ‘off right’ and yeah, this was a good question.

Second one: ANY.  I have very limited patience for learning instruments because I can’t read sheet music for shit (I have tried, I have made an effort, I have spent years on it, but nope, brain won’t do the thing).  I can sing!  But IDK I played the flute for a while, which was fun, and I’ve always wanted to be able to play like a harp or a lap harp, or the guitar.  I would really love to play either of those.  (I recognize that the flute and the harp are both really delicate instruments for someone like me but I like them, okay.  At least the guitar fits The Aesthetic.)

Anonymously ask me anything you want to know!

Anonymous asked: um. this is oddly specific, but have you by any chance read familiar by achievingelysium? its altean!lance and its like solid langst, so [shrug]. just wondering. sorry i know its weirdly specific but i do have Reasons for asking.

I have not!  I haven’t read a ton of Voltron fic (although I recommend the hell out of the Let The Spectrum In series because it’s just…real good) because…well, I just dragged myself out from under my thesis, and off the top of my head I don’t recall any Altean!Lance fics.  I think this is possibly because my response is always “????? 10000 years where?” but then again I get literal at weird moments.

Anonymous asked: *leans in* voltron?? u r voltron watcher??

Originally posted by palevoltron

IN FACT I AM

Anonymous asked: Congratulations on your graduation!

Thank you so much!

Originally posted by whitedogblog

Anonymous asked: ah my god you're done with thesis!!! congrats!! also 'only mostly dead' is a wonderful name and tag and it made me grin so cheers to you

YOU ARE ALL DARLINGS THANK YOU SO MUCH.

AND I TOO AM DELIGHTED WITH THE TITLE OF MY THESIS IT MADE MY ADVISER LAUGH FOR TWENTY MINUTES

Originally posted by dianarox22

Anonymous asked: Just wanted to say you have a great blog and seem like an awesome person! congratulations on your thesis by the way!

T H A N K 

god I’m tired

Anonymous asked: *sends encouraging music* pls dont die

Anonymous said:

drink water and dont die pls

Anonymous said:

hello i hope you’re eating and drinking and sleeping in all the required amounts. dont die.

Anonymous said:

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF MAKE SURE YOU EAT HAVE YOU EATEN GO EAT SOMETHING (DRINK WATER) (BE SAFE AND DONT DIE) YOU CAN DO IT

Anonymous said:

DO THE WORK YOU CAN DO IT *CHEERS YOU ON AGGRESSIVELY, BUT IN A GENTLE FASHION* (THERE IS NO NEED TO REPLY TO THIS)

I don’t know if these were all the same person checking in once a week or what but y’all have really been keeping my going through the last push on my thesis and I’m going to go through my inbox and actually clear out all of these messages because they’re sweet as hell.

Anonymous asked: omigosh congratulations on your thesis!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH

NOT ONLY IS THE THESIS COMPLETE, BUT I ALSO JUST GOT BACK FROM THE ANNUAL THESIS BURNING

AS YA DO

Anonymous asked: Hey just thought I'd let you know that the Eurovision Song Contest actually has a really deep history. It was started as a way to unite Europe after WW2 and it worked! People send their support to other countries by voting for their year's entry. Over the years it has become a bit flashy or tacky, but the core idea of unity still stands! I know this mightn't make much sense to you, but this song contest is actually a really big deal to some people​ 😊

My dude, I think you’ve got me wrong here, I think Eurovision is fantastic. I’m thrilled that it’s a thing. The history of it is amazing. I’m even MORE thrilled that y'all get so much genuine delight out of it, because I’m a big believer that just because something is campy or absurd should by no means decrease people’s enjoyment of it.

That doesn’t make it less bizarre to see that stuff start to scroll across one’s screen like an annual reminder of the capacity of the human animal for Weird Performance and Questionable Costumes.