Me, Myself and I

With a little help from my friends

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gazzymouse:

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authormichals:

Manueluv and I are convinced Agent K is Coulson’s father. Hell, MIB is even owned by Marvel. 

Welp. Never gonna unsee this.

Shiiiiiiiiiiiit

HEADCANON ACCEPTED SO FAST I THINK I BROKE SOMETHING

Guys - who do you think told Phil all those stories about Cap?

THIS POST IS OVER 2 YEARS OLD AND IT JUST. GOT. BETTER.

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Filed under Marvel Universe Phil Coulson Agent K crossover headcanon accepted oh so accepted

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When two prompt lists collide, they make this. Have some fluff :)

Their laughter hushed as they reached the front door, eager hands halting in their playful prelude to something far more passionate as both attempted to open the lock at once. Grinning at each other the pair indulged in a long, slow kiss, letting their joined breath sustain them until heartbeats softly roared in their ears. Somewhere in that time the door slid open and two bodies tumbled inside, hips and shoulders bumping into the wall, jackets falling to the floor, feet stumbling a little over the carpet. It took a moment for the quiet, the dark, to register through the fog of desire to awaken combat honed senses.

Pulling apart they exchanged glances, she automatically gliding across to the cabinet for a pistol whilst he dropped a hand to his side, concentrating on the power building in his palm, ready to strike. Together they moved in harmony, heading deeper into the apartment, toward the single point of flickering light. Prepared to defend each other to the death - if absolutely required - but more interested in arresting and detaining any intruder, they were expecting a fierce, fast reaction. Which is exactly what they got…just not the way they had expected.

Sprawled on his back, boots tossed under the coffee table and the light of silenced late night ad vids joyously dancing over his face, James Vega was fast asleep. Across his chest lay, in equal abandon, his latest partner in crime, long lashes firmly closed to the outside world and dark curls glimmering in the pale light. The table was littered with all the evidence needed of a wild night of debauchery.

"Wow."

"I never thought I’d see the day."

"This is…just…wow. Should we get a photo of this?"

"No! That’s not fair….definitely. Do it."

In seconds it was done. Vega’s eyes snapped open, one arm curling protectively around the body on top of him, ready to leap into action. Until his bleary sight cleared and he looked up into the carefully innocent faces of his superior officers.

"What?" He managed to gruff. Kaidan chucked a thumb over his shoulder at the vid screen that now proudly displayed a burly, zonked out marine cuddling a chubby toddler to his chest, t-shirt covered in a rainbow of paint, crayon and some signs of what looked like a lamb casserole with mashed potato. "Mio Dio…"

Shepard let her hand slip from where she had been muffling her chuckles. “Tell you something, Vega - the blue hand-print on your cheek and tips to your hair? That’s a good look for you.”

His head falling back with a sigh, Vega muttered something unintelligible before fixing his friends with a glare. “This is a one time thing - kid got more energy than a horde o’ Husks…an’ least those I could shoot!”

His tone said he meant it. His eyes appeared stony. But as Kaidan moved to scoop the boy up, five tiny fingers curled tighter into his shirt and a sleepy voice muttered, “Un’ Jayjay…” before David instinctively turned away to snuggle into his fathers’ arms. Shepard caught the look her favourite idiot gave her son.

"So," She began, handing over a packet of cleaning wipes. "Finger painting, huh? Glad you’re broadening your horizons, marine."

Vegas’ lips slowly curved into a somewhat bashful smile as he scrubbed at the mark on his face, finger momentarily lingering. He’d never admit it to the Major or Lola but maybe this babysitting thing wasn’t that bad after all.

Filed under Mass Effect Shenko FShenko James Vega Kaidan Alenko FemShep writing keyboard vomit Jaxon/Kaidan Jaxon Shepard

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Women invented all the core technologies that made civilization possible. This isn’t some feminist myth; it’s what modern anthropologists believe. Women are thought to have invented pottery, basketmaking, weaving, textiles, horticulture, and agriculture. That’s right: without women’s inventions, we wouldn’t be able to carry things or store things or tie things up or go fishing or hunt with nets or haft a blade or wear clothes or grow our food or live in permanent settlements. Suck on that.

Women have continued to be involved in the creation and advancement of civilization throughout history, whether you know it or not. Pick anything—a technology, a science, an art form, a school of thought—and start digging into the background. You’ll find women there, I guarantee, making critical contributions and often inventing the damn shit in the first place.

Women have made those contributions in spite of astonishing hurdles. Hurdles like not being allowed to go to school. Hurdles like not being allowed to work in an office with men, or join a professional society, or walk on the street, or own property. Example: look up Lise Meitner some time. When she was born in 1878 it was illegal in Austria for girls to attend school past the age of 13. Once the laws finally eased up and she could go to university, she wasn’t allowed to study with the men. Then she got a research post but wasn’t allowed to use the lab on account of girl cooties. Her whole life was like this, but she still managed to discover nuclear fucking fission. Then the Nobel committee gave the prize to her junior male colleague and ignored her existence completely.

Men in all patriarchal civilizations, including ours, have worked to downplay or deny women’s creative contributions. That’s because patriarchy is founded on the belief that women are breeding stock and men are the only people who can think. The easiest way for men to erase women’s contributions is to simply ignore that they happened. Because when you ignore something, it gets forgotten. People in the next generation don’t hear about it, and so they grow up thinking that no women have ever done anything. And then when women in their generation do stuff, they think ‘it’s a fluke, never happened before in the history of the world, ignore it.’ And so they ignore it, and it gets forgotten. And on and on and on. The New York Times article is a perfect illustration of this principle in action.

Finally, and this is important: even those women who weren’t inventors and intellectuals, even those women who really did spend all their lives doing stereotypical “women’s work”—they also built this world. The mundane labor of life is what makes everything else possible. Before you can have scientists and engineers and artists, you have to have a whole bunch of people (and it’s usually women) to hold down the basics: to grow and harvest and cook the food, to provide clothes and shelter, to fetch the firewood and the water, to nurture and nurse, to tend and teach. Every single scrap of civilized inventing and dreaming and thinking rides on top of that foundation. Never forget that.

Violet Socks, Patriarchy in Action: The New York Times Rewrites History (via o1sv)

Reblogging again for that paragraph because that is the part we forget the most.

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Anonymous asked: What is 50 shades of grey about? And what's so bad about it?

shelbymontanaharris:

dysonrules:

aconissa:

50 Shades of Grey was originally fanfiction based on the Twilight series, which was then published as a novel (along with 2 subsequent books). It sold over 100 million copies around the world and topped best-seller lists everywhere. It’s about to be adapted into a film, set to come out early next year.

It follows a college student named Ana Steele, who enters a relationship with a man named Christian Grey and is then introduced to a bastardised and abusive parody of BDSM culture.

While the book is paraded as erotica, the relationship between Ana and Christian is far from healthy. The core mantra of the BDSM community is “safe, sane and consensual”, and 50 Shades is anything but. None of the rules of BDSM practices (which are put in place to protect those involved) are actually upheld. Christian is controlling, manipulative, abusive, takes complete advantage of Ana, ignores safe-words, ignores consent, keeps her uneducated about the sexual practices they’re taking part in, and a multitude of other terrible things. Their relationship is completely sickening and unhealthy.

Basically, “the book is a glaring glamorisation of violence against women,” as Amy Bonomi so perfectly put it. 

It’s terrible enough that a book like this has been absorbed by people worldwide. Now, we have a film that is expected to be a huge box-office success, and will likely convince countless more young women that it’s okay not to have any autonomy in a relationship, that a man is allowed to control them entirely. It will also show many young men that women are theirs to play with and dominate, thus contributing to antiquated patriarchal values and rape culture.

REBLOG FOREVER.

And people wonder why I hate that book series! Stop popularizing rape culture seriously.

Filed under this rape culture 50 Shades is ridiculous not just an advocate of absuive relationships it's terrible writing too

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ladyamesindy:

Home at last!  *flops and eyes the empty inbox*

Hmm … do I need to reblog the thing already???  If you don’t want Shenko or Dragon Age that’s fine, I promise!  Firefly is game … NCIS even (that ought to be interesting!).  Just .. gimme something to write!!!!!

#INCONCEIVABLE!

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