Who are you fighting for, Agent Romanoff?
Who are you fighting for, Agent Romanoff?
presented with and without caption because for like two seconds in this scene you can just feel the all caps rage Clint has about this entire situation
i only paralyzed you for a week, clint. you need to let that go.
astonishing x-men #062
Avengers film promo art by Ryan Meinerding.
AnonymousWell, this is intriguing. I’m not sure if you’re looking for the opening line or a description of how I would start it…or if you’re looking for fic vs. original. Given that I’m more known for fic than I am for anything else, I’m going to opt for that.
1) Political Scandal Set in Space
“General Macbeth, the three delegates from the Haladrin Aextera Galaxy are here to see you.”
2) Noir Crime Thriller Out in the West
The lights of the pier flickered and glittered like drunk fireflies as Sarah Walker trudged along, murder in her eye and a Saturday Night Special in her pocket.
3) Cut-throat adventure of Pirates in search of a fabled island & treasure
It was impossible to destroy a place so covered in scum and debauchery as Tortuga, but, Natasha Romanova thought as she stood on the cliff overlooking the city, somebody had certainly done his best to try.
Ha! Already wrote this!
4) Romatic Murder Mystery in a Theme Park
She’d never really been accused of being the most observant person in the world or even in the room most times, IQ scores or no, but somehow, Felicity Smoak knew in her gut that when the Ferris Wheel stopped abruptly mid-spin and people started screaming, the night was only going to get worse from here on out.
5) Runaway Children who form a new society down in the sewers
George Crawley hated the orphanage, but not as bad as his cousin and only living relative did.
my current fic summed up in one image.
Natasha Romanoff, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D
remember that time when maria hill avoided being shot by the greatest marksman in the world???
because i sure as fuck do
Inspired by this marvelous piece of head canon by Megan.
Black Widow on Winter Soldier set
Don’t mind me about her costume. I draw it from my imagination.
I just want to draw her new haircut. XD
My new LJ icon! fully credited, of course.
I’ve read a lot of great essays about how fandom is female-majority and creates a female gaze and a safe space for women and etc. But spend five minutes in fandom and you’ll have an unsettling question.
Why does a female-majority, feminist culture hate female characters so much?
It’s not a question of if it happens. You know it does. You can go into any fandom and see it. Some fandoms are worse than others, but it’s always there. Scroll down the Tumblr tag for any show, movie, book, comic, whatever, and you’ll see nothing but love for the men, and a lot of unjustified hate for the women, maybe with a few defenders here and there insisting on their love for the women in the face of all that hate.
To be clear, we’re not talking about female villains. Male villains get just as much hate. It’s fine if you hate Bellatrix Lestrange or Dolores Umbridge, you’re supposed to. (I personally stan for Bella, but I realize that wasn’t the authorial intent.) This is about people hating Hermione, Ginny and Luna, but loving Harry, Ron and Neville. This is about how ambiguous male antiheroes, like Snape, Zuko, or pretty much any male vampire protagonist can get away with walking that fine line between good and evil and not only remain sympathetic, but be even more beloved for how ~tortured~ he is, but when a female character is morally gray that bitch has to die.
So you can’t tell me it’s okay that you hate Sansa because you also hate Joffrey and he’s a dude. They’re not comparable. It isn’t even comparable if you pick a female antihero. Let’s do this apples to apples, here.
We all know that fandom does this. We all know that it’s fucked up and symptomatic of internalized sexism. What’s really fucking weird about it, though, is that the women doing this hating often aren’t ignorant. These are feminists. These are women who can go on meta-analyses of the writing. Some will hide behind pseudo-feminist reasons for their hate—oh, it’s the writing, we just aren’t given strong female characters! (I saw this used for the women of AtLA: Katara, Toph, Azula, et al. This was about when I just backed away slowly because I know a lost cause when I see it.) I’ve seen women who denied being sexist, but couldn’t name a single female character they liked. And it’s always that the female characters aren’t good enough, even when they obviously have a double standard, and they’re measuring women on an impossible scale full of contradictions and no-win binds, while the men are just embraced and loved pretty much for existing.
The reaction nearly every time one of these women is called out is not to say, “Huh, you may have a point, I should examine the way I judge and process women’s actions more closely,” but an insistence of their feminism, followed by a more detailed description of why that particular woman is terrible and she hates her, as if the whole point were not that fandom is already oversaturated with that kind of hate, and as if the person doing the calling out were not already 110% done with that bullshit.
Particularly telling is that male-dominated corners of fandom do not have this problem. They fetishize, they objectify, they ignore. They don’t hate like this.
We know it happens. What I want to know is WHY.
Theories follow below the cut.
This is one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen today.
oh, wow….
omg i love this
“I dare say, that was quite the capital show you gave him when you shot the apple out of his mouth,” Chuck said, accepting his hat from the butler and giving the man a nod in reply. The great deal of money he’d inherited from his conman father-in-law to fund the now successful Carmichael Industries ensured that any club in London would welcome him on his trip abroad, but the social rules on this side of the pond felt a bit like codswallop, if you asked him.
“He shouldn’t have insulted Lady Romanoff and I wouldn’t have placed the arrow quite so close to that simpering mouth of his,” was all Clint had to say about it, and grinning, the two men stepped out into the chill London air.
