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

flvffs asked: top six female characters (if this is still running??)

Oooo-hooo-hooo, it’s been a goddamn WHILE since I went into my inbox, yeah, I have a lot of stuff to catch up on.  But yes!  This is still going!  This is the top six meme, for those of you who (justifiably) have forgotten since a month ago.

Also, this ask if just goddamn MEAN.  How???  Am I supposed to pick????

By cheating ruthlessly, that’s how.

Books

• Jamethiel Priest’s-bane, of the Kencyrath Chronicles, because she’s fierce as fuck and rides a rathorn into battle and is probably going to end the world.  Literally what else could you WANT in a character.

• Harimad-sol AKA Harry Crewe and Lady Aerin Dragon-killer, and I’m cheating MORE by putting them in the same category because they’re from the same series.  They are my beloved childhood friends and heroes, okay, the Blue Sword and the Hero and the Crown are goddamn glorious.

• RACHEL.  Because GODDAMN ANIMORPHS.  I’m not going to say more because I’m writing an epic rant about every book as I reread it.  Also Cassie gets honorary mention because GODDAMN CASSIE.

• Hermione Granger.  C’mon, y’all, I’m part of the Harry Potter generation and I’m a Gryffindor, Hermione is basically mandatory for this list.

• Kitsune Yukiko from Stormdancer, my L O V E.  Someone come cry with me.

• Um!  Um!  I only have one more, um!  THERE ARE TOO MANY.  Fuck it, Galadriel.  And Arwen.  They’re tied for LOTR lady-love.  With Eowyn as a close second.

Movies/TV

• IMPERATOR FURIOSA, ‘nuff said.

• The Honorable Miss Phryne Fisher, because I’m literally watching Miss Fisher right now and remembering that I adore this show and have the worst crush on Phryne.  Also her lesbian doctor friend is awesome.

• Buffy Goddamn Summers.  

• Echo from Dollhouse.  “I’m not broken.”  And honorary mention to Dolores from Westworld.  “I imagined a narrative where I wasn’t the victim.”  God, stories about empty bodies being filled up with souls are my SHIT.

• Rey.  And General Leia Organa.

• MAKO MOTHERFUCKIN’ JAEGER-DRIVIN’ KAIJU-STOMPIN’ MORI

Comics

• Rogue.  I like shitkicker comics Rogue a lot more than movie Rogue, not gonna lie to you.

• Natasha Goddamn Romanoff.  

• Wonder Woman.  Because she’s fucking Wonder Woman.

• Kitty Pryde.  I feel that she has been grievously wronged by the movies and I’ve taken it very personally.

• Ororo fucking Monroe, god, Storm is everything to me, she’s a goddess.

• Jean Grey.  I know a lot of people think Jean is…I don’t know, boring or something?  But I just.  I love her a lot, I got started on the comics rather than the original movies, and Sophie Turner CRUSHED IT in Apocalypse.
  

slavicshadownr:

Clint: What if they catch us?

Natasha: I have a plan for that.

Clint: Which is?

Natasha: You run one way, I run the other. Whoever they catch first, too bad.

Clint: … I hate that plan.

(via littlestartopaz)

Anonymous asked: Which Avenger is the worst driver?

buckykingofmemes:

nat, clint & tony are all highly trained defensive drivers. riding with them is like being in a car chase, but they know what theyre doing so its actually pretty safe

dr banner drives like hes 90: super slow and cautious, but with occasional really terrifying bits of road rage. tony likes to make him drive convertables so that if he hulks out he wont have to do it through the roof of a car

steve…im not sure if anyone ever really taught steve how to drive or if he just figured it out on the fly. either way no one wants to ride with steve because he’s 1. a terrible driver and 2. probably going to get his vehicle exploded sooner or later

thor and vision dont drive. 

wanda drives like a russian; which is to say, however the fuck she wants, and everyone else better make room for her. its a good thing she has magic powers or she’d probably have died in a car accident by now. 

it turns out i can drive anything like an expert. literally anything. two months ago one of tonys competitors released a ‘top secret’ jetpack prototype and i already knew how to pilot it. no idea how or why

rallyonward:

Terrible headcanons:

Wherever Steve is living, no matter if it’s in DC or Brooklyn, the Avenger’s tower or a cramped cabin at sea, at any given moment Natasha is either in the process of or has already broken into it. 

Steve can never catch her; she is Schrodinger’s Russian.

And while she certainly has the skills to make it appear as if no one had been there, that’s not really Natasha’s jam. She’s doing Steve a service. She is being an awesome friend.

Sometimes Steve will return to wherever it is that he sleeps (where he closes his eyes, where he falls unconscious, where he is completely unprotected and what the hell this isn’t funny, except it totally is, Steve, get with the program) – he will return, and he will find that she has brought him a little gift.

It is a gift of home decor.

She has found enormous American flag blankets and draped them fetchingly along his couch. She has found flag throw pillows and placed them artfully on his bed. She once carefully replaced all his dishes with ones that had the Declaration of Independence printed on them in full; on one fateful occasion, she found a framed Mount Rushmore lovingly rendered on crushed black velvet with generous layers of glittery acrylics. (That, she put in a place of honor above his television, with a picture rail and directional lighting.)  

Her personal best, though, is the time Steve went to the deli down the street, talked for a few minutes with the owner, helped an elderly man at the crosswalk, and gave the rest of his spare cash to the homeless vet on the corner before returning home, opening his bathroom door, and finding that she (or someone that she had inexplicably let into his very private rooms, jesus Nat why) had somehow in the intervening time completely redecorated it in the most surreal and gut-heaving rendition of country-craft Americana that could possibly be managed in the time allotted. There were aw-shucks red and white gingham curtains on the window, tied back with burlap ribbon. The toilet paper was in a stand-up Uncle Sam holder whittled from basswood and handpainted by someone’s no-doubt-very-talented aunt. The now apple-scented handsoap was in its own knitted cozy with a red chicken motif along the bottom. The curtain was, naturally, styled as a cheery patchwork quilt. And the entire room had been retiled in a jaunty red-white-and-blue striped and starred pattern that only a severely colorblind or, failing that, terribly insane person could love.

The floor tiles shifted a little when he stepped on them, rendering an unfortunate dip in the previously perfect grouting. That was the only sign that the room hadn’t always looked as if the proud vendors of a town-wide craft fair had vomited noisily all over his home.

Natasha has never admitted this was her doing. She has, in fact, never admitted to doing any of it. Steve, she will always say very seriously from where she has propped herself on several flag pillows, are you sure you didn’t do it?

She will stretch her legs, and curl deeper into the flag blanket she would have immediately claimed upon entering his living room. Pretty sure it looks like your kind of thing, Steve, she will say, and at no point whatsoever, no matter how long Steve waits, will she admit to how she got into his building, went up the stairs, broke into his apartment and placed a four-foot mounted fish above the toilet without a single goddamn witness. 

Natasha will always just smile. (She is an awesome friend.)

(via primarybufferpanel)

soldeirs:

imagine clint and nat just hanging around in one of their safe houses and lounging on the couch while doing research on their next targets and they try to one up each other’s assassination target like “hey my guy bombed 3 major cities in the past 6 months” “well my guy is rumored to be behind the deaths of over 15 big game politicians” “well I’m getting paid more”

(Source: bruuce, via yea-lets-do-this-shit)

barefootdramaturg:

sakuratsukikage:

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allofthefeelings:

I wonder how many times in the MCU the contestants on Project Runway had to design or redesign a superhero uniform.

#yes though#JAN#because she should be in MCU#as the guest judge? YES EXACTLY#so agreed#Marvel

Oh my god I have never wanted to write a Marvel/Project Runway fusion before but can you imagine

Right though? RIGHT? She’d be so perfect, and it would be AMAZING.

I feel like she’d be super charming and sweet and nice–but also super critical and not shy about it, either.

“Darling, I know you’ve seen Batman and Robin, like, a thousand times, but the nipples really aren’t a selling point.”

“Okay, so the red and gold metal bikini is very sexy, but I think you missed the entire point of armor.”

“I like how it flows, but it’s far too flimsy. Forget Doombots - a stray corner is going to snag this cape and your whole costume just tears apart. Wardrobe malfunctions are embarrassing when you’re a celebrity, they’re fatal when you’re a superhero.”

“Yes, yes, the catsuit is very classic but it needs a zipper. I don’t care how hot you think she is, if you tell Black Widow she has to fight ninjas wearing a costume held together with double-sided tape she’ll break all ten of your fingers.”

“It’s certainly unique, but I’m not sure that glowing in the dark is a real selling point when you’re fighting crime.”

“Okay, this is just a Daredevil suit with the crotch cut out.” *takes a picture with her cell phone* “Nelson and Murdock will be contacting you shortly, I suspect.”

O-omg. PERFECT.

She totally pushes for style AND practicality in the judging.  Yesss.

Janet Van Dyne and Edna Mode. Just sayin’.

(via keeperofthehens)

showgirlsteve asked: I am now firmly of the opinion that sam wilsons bird obsession as a grown up was born of itty bitty sams dinosaur obsession

spyderqueen:

allofthefeelings:

LITERALLY EVERY MEMBER OF SAM WILSON’S FAMILY, UPON FINDING OUT HE IS THE SUPERHERO KNOWN AS THE FALCON: “Really? Not the Pteranodon?”

#yesssss #sam wilson #natasha finds out about this #and decides to fuck with sam a little #she starts telling Steve about dinosaurs #BADLY #with sam in the room #and just watches him get less and less able to stay quiet #until FINALLY #he snaps and goes on a fifteen minute lecture about feathered dinosaurs and endotherm vs. exotherm vs. mesotherm #and natasha just sits on the couch grinning like a loon (via @shinykari)

I AM ALWAYS HERE FOR TROLL!TASHA!