okay but the University of Texas has a masters in astronomy and Neil deGrasse Tyson got his there so presumably it is a p good program right
a program in which perhaps Jane Foster might have participated, brilliant astrophysicist that she is
related: the training to be pararescue also takes place in Texas
I’m not saying Jane Foster and Sam Wilson definitely banged on some heady exams are over/I’m out of training weekend, buuuuuut
and then they run back into each other at some Avengers party and like oh you’re that Jane Foster, oh you’re that Sam Wilson, and they’re nervous because like, not that Thor would be jealous exactly, it’s just sort of awkward right, it was no big deal, it’s whatever, it was a long time ago
and Thor’s like but this is excellent news! I’ve been unsure of the polite way to broach the topic of a threesome on your planet, but I can only assume this is your way of suggesting one! your place or ours? 😀
Thor follows Jane and Sam into the bedroom like so:
baby dragons that sleep in your fireplace and roll about in the soot and the ash trying to get comfortable on burning logs, screeching loudly whenever people walk by or when more logs need to be added to its roost and not stopping until content again
baby dragons with wings that are disproportionate to their bodies until older but nonetheless stubbornly trying to pick themselves up off the ground by running and aggressively flapping and managing to only get a few feet off the ground for a few seconds before crash landing
baby dragons that haven’t been exposed to priceless things such as gems and gold pieces and instead infatuate themselves with other unusual shiny things — like silverware, brass clocks, instruments, and pots and pans
baby dragons who get cold in the winter and crawl up into their caretaker’s clothing (almost always while said clothing is being worn) and curl up as tight as possible and begin to make sounds similar to content purring as they sleep
baby dragons making whiny hungry bird noises until they’re fed
baby dragons being afraid of the family cat for a while until after a few days the cat wanders up to the sleeping pile of scales and fire and curling around them for a nap in the sunshine
baby dragons stealing the shiny car keys and chewing on them
baby dragons gently nibbling on the jewelry of their favorite people- and not so gently with people they don’t like
baby dragons blowing tiny puffs of smoke out their noses when they snore
baby dragons using the cat’s scratching post
baby dragons wearing tiny saddles with knight-in-shining-armour action figures riding on their backs
baby dragons roasting mini marshmallows mid-air when you toss them before eating them
baby dragons hiding on top of bookshelves and cabinets when they don’t want to go to the vet
Ahhh. That rare moment when a concept artist designs a fat character who is
realistic, cool, and not neck-deep in a mire of horrible, offensive fat
stereotypes.
I’d love to see him return to this character, honestly.
Pssst
Guys.
Maybe if we reblog this enough, sooner or later it’ll reach concept artists and show them that there’s a BETTER way to draw fat characters, and they don’t have to be insulting with their concept art.
I want an inverse spy flick. The spy is a woman. Her whole team is made up of diverse women. All the villains are women. There is only one man in the entire movie and he is a Strong Male Character who is like 25 and decently ripped and has a scene where he slowly steps out of a pool wearing speedos because he is Confident and In Control of His Sexuality. We see his ass when he has to tug down his pants to get at the knife strapped to his thigh. His nipples are always erect for no fucking reason.
They are undercover in a nightclub. In order to keep their cover from being blown, he has to kiss another man.
He knits to relieve stress and to keep his mind sharp. It is never discussed by any of the characters.
Someone asks him how he knows how to do Traditionally Feminine Thing. “I have four sisters,” he answers.
This is also how he knows how to fight while armed with nothing but a purse, a high heel shoe, and a can of hair spray. During this fight, he is, for no apparent reason, shirtless.
In every single action scene he’s in, the Strong Male Character ends up with ripped clothes, somehow; artfully revealing sculpted chest, abs, thigh(s), or arse, or maybe some combo of these. There’s usually a moderately flimsy reason, depending on how the plot’s going.
Conversely, all the female spies are always cool and perfect, almost never a smudge, rip, or hair out of place, except for some aesthetically-placed minor wound that doesn’t really affect their performance in the slightest.
And he’s played by Matt Bomer.
There’s also the argument ‘Books are supposed to challenge you!’ which is an interesting argument, but I don’t actually like it very much. Most of my books aren’t actually supposed to challenge you, they’re supposed to comfort you because life is a hard country and we all need a little kindness along the way. (It is totally fine if other people’s books are supposed to challenge you, just…err…#NotAllBooks or something.) I do not actually feel bad about this, because I think comfort is hard to do and generally worthwhile.
Ursula Vernon, and as if speaking directly to me (via madamebadger)
This is a casting that can work in my head. I suppose the only thing is that my head-character has much more gray & wrinkles by the time she’s a duchess.. That said, I greatly prefer changing that image in favor of a greater percentage of Vimes’ life spent alongside Sibyl.
but have you considered: magical familiars that are also service animals
big shaggy mobility dogs with too-intelligent eyes and runes rippling under their skin
handsome ravens that ride on the back of your wheelchair, picking up dropped keys and pens, pushing buttons, helping you mix your potions
snarky talking cats (who may or may not be ancient demons) that demand to be carried on your shoulder and criticize your spellwork but also lick you and purr when you’re disassociating or alert you to incoming mania
Kimchi and Justice 