Don’t get me wrong, I like Steven Strange, but isn’t his backstory kind of complicated? I mean, has anyone even heard of this guy? Besides, I don’t know if a male superhero can carry his own movie if he’s not a sex symbol. He’s way too old for that. Iron Man was just a fluke.
No, I think he would do best in an ensemble film. At most, a large supporting role in some other hero’s film, someone with an actual book out now, like Black Widow or Captain Marvel. That’s really the best place for him.
Honestly, it’s not like dudes even read comic books.
I mean, he’s canonically on the team, plus, we get Val headlining that, and our sweet, sweet man candy Namor, hanging out in the back with his man-kini and little adorable wings on his ankles as he flits around looking sexy like a good male character should. Also Hulk, because Hulk.
It’s like a reverse harem comedy, actually, and I’m in favor of this. CHOOSE YOUR BOY TROPE.
The Game Cube can be hit with a sledgehammer and work just fine. The Nintendo DS was specifically designed to be able to survive a 1.5 meter (five foot) drop onto solid concrete without breaking, and one of the company’s bigwigs wouldn’t let it go past the design phase until the design team could guarantee it could survive the drop at least 10 times. In fact, Nintendo products have such a reputation for being impossible to break through normal means that they spawned the term “Nintendium”—an all-purpose phrase given to pieces of technology that survive extreme punishment. For example, take the Gulf War Game Boy, an original Game Boy console that survived having a freaking bomb dropped on it.
Nintendo never advertises their products as being durable, they don’t brag about their Game Boys being bomb-proof or their consoles being tough enough to survive being hit by a car. They just expect their customers to be human and include features to prepare for that humanity. While other companies decide that they’re nice by including a cover to protect the screen of the $600 phone you just bought in case you drop it, Nintendo just builds a device that can survive being dropped in the first place and doesn’t make a big deal about it. Because that’s how a real company does business.
“That both Mitt Romney and Phil Robertson have and love black grandbabies should remind us that racism is not primarily about individual attitudes. White folks can love individual black people and still build a world that is inhospitable to black folks. In fact, individual and exceptional black achievers are necessary to maintain the lie of racial progress. Their presence has very little to do with systemic change, though.”—Brittney Cooper, White Supremacy Wins Again: Melissa Harris Perry and the Racial False Equivalence (via checkprivilege)
A few weeks ago I discovered your writing and am flabbergasted. I love your brain. I have been gorging myself on your Johnlock but when I saw your knitted Ood on Deviant Art I had to thank you profusely. I have a serious question though. What do you do "for a living", as do you receive any monetary compensation from your skills as a writer or is it just a pastime? Moffet and Gatiss ought to hire you and do one of YOUR stories in an episode, obviously...
Okay, so here’s thing that maybe some people might benefit from knowing:
I went to art college. I loved advertising and thought of it as art, and I wanted to be an art director, and get paid to come up with quirky Volkswagen ads and such. I really thought I was going to be one of those people who gets paid to do what they love, so it’s not like work at all! Whee! :D
By the time I graduated, I realized two things. One: advertising is actually kind of sinister. Two: I don’t really have the discipline and dedication that it takes to thrive in such a competitive field.
So I got a job in a warehouse. On paper, this makes me look like some kind of failure. I had a dream, and I botched it, and got stuck with Generic Clerical Job #743.
A few years later, the warehouse closed and we all got laid off. We had six months notice, though, to figure out what we wanted to do. I’d had a co-worker there who was deaf, and I learned sign language so we could chat. She was a wonderful, hilarious person, and she took me to deaf events and I met awesome people and felt accomplished. So I said, “I’m going to go back to school, and be a deaf interpreter. Then I can get paid to do what I love — for realsies this time!”
After a mere three weeks of classes, I was like, “Wow. Now that I’m pursuing this as a career, it’s not fun anymore.” I dropped out and stayed in my rinky-dink office job. Still looking like a failure over here.
But that’s when it occurred to me: maybe my whole deal was that I could only enjoy something if I was doing it on my terms. Once it became a job, and I had to follow someone else’s rules in exchange for money, I lost interest.
So ever since then, I have embraced boring office jobs with no responsibility, because at 5 o’clock I am done and I get to go home and do whatever I want. All those dolls you see on my DA? I made whichever ones I felt like making, and then sold them for charity. Most of them found homes, even though they’re not to-order. Whenever someone does ask, “Hey, I’ll pay you $40 if you make _____,” I’m just like uggghhhh nooooooo.
Same with fanfic. I just write whatever the hell I want, and it is a fortunate coincidence people seem to like it. But writing what someone else tells me to write for money? How about no.
So, the moral of the story is: Indian food. Wait no, that was the moral of yesterday’s post. The moral of today’s post is, Not getting paid for your personal set of talents, or not getting paid to do the thing you love, does not make you a failure. You might even end up being a happier person for it.
(To be fair, it probably helps that I also never bought a house or car, never got married, and never had kids. Literally my biggest responsibility to anything besides my own happiness is running a D&D group. I’ve heard that the kids and the marriage and the whatnot can be rewarding, but I guess that depends on what kind of rewards you want out of life. *shrug*)
You know, funny story: There’s this craft store called Michaels. Look, my sister knits, and she goes to Michaels. So my sister called me and she’s like, “Oh my god, I’m at Michaels, picking up yarn. You have a poster at Michaels.” I’m like, “What?” She’s like, “There’s a poster, there’s a Falcon poster at Michaels.” I’m like, “Holy s**t!” She’s like, “I’m gonna come and pick you up, and we’re gonna see your poster in this store.” So she picks me up and we go to Michaels.
We go in, and I see the poster and I’m like, “Oh, this is….” She’s like, “I know, I know.” I said, “I’m gonna sign these posters.” I was like, “That would be amazing, you buy a poster and it’s like, actually signed by the Falcon.” Like, it would blow my mind. So I go to the front, I buy a Sharpie, I run back to the back of the store. And she’s like, “I’m gonna take a picture of you signing it.”
I’m in this store and I’m signing all the posters. The manager comes out, he’s like, “Hey, whatcha doing?” I was like, “Oh man, I’m signing these posters so when people buy ‘em, they’re signed.” He’s like, “Well, people are not gonna buy ‘em if they’re signed.” And I was like, “No, no, no, it’s cool. I’m pretty sure there won’t be a problem.” And he goes, “Yeah, but it is gonna be a problem, you’re messin’ up my inventory.” And I’m like, “No, my man, trust me. I mean, I’m the Falcon, that’s me!” And he goes, “Yeah, right. You’re gonna buy those posters.” I said, “What?” He’s like, “You’re gonna buy all those posters or I’m gonna call the police.”
He rolls up all the posters and goes to the front of the store. And I had to buy like 60 Falcon posters that I signed in Michaels.
-Anthony Mackie getting in trouble for signing his posters at a Micheals (x)
“Bucky’s role in this movie is the point where Marvel nerd and non-nerd audiences part ways. Going by the reactions I’ve seen from film critics and my non-fan friends, Captain America: The Winter Soldier was an entertaining superhero movie that probably should’ve had more dialogue and fewer action sequences. But if you go by Marvel/Captain America fandom, EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS FILM WAS AGONY AND LIFE IS A WORTHLESS HELLSCAPE UNTIL STEVE AND BUCKY CAN BE TOGETHER AGAIN.”—"CATWS - the Tragedy of Bucky Barnes" (via fourofthem)
what if instead of a same gender detective partnership who keep getting mistaken for a romantic couple, you had a same gender romantic couple who keep getting mistaken for detectives ‘hello, I’m sam darling, and this is my partner gregory hitch’ ‘AH YES THE PRIVATE DETECTIVES’ ‘what??? no we just came for some ice cream why is there police tape everywhere’