This is fucking outrageous. She’s insane. Like nuts. Fucking genius. Also, this bitch is from Hawaii, which sort of explains her water photo obsession, I guess?
sharice davids just unseated a republican in the middle of fucking kansas becoming the first native american woman to serve in the us house of representatives and guess what SHE’S ALSO A LESBIAN
tony and bruce accidentally both make all of the avengers fall in love with them because it is physically impossible to look at tired, messy haired science bros who just so happen to have stolen your clothes and not Adore Them Immediately
They didn’t even mean to, honestly. But it started because they had to come up for food, and they were leaning on each other as they walked to the kitchen. Clint pauses, looking at the two.
They’re…well. Adorable would be one word for it.
“Look,” Clint says. Tony is trying to grab a mug, misses it, and they wait for the inevitable crash. Bruce grunts, pushing a shoulder out. The cup hits, lands right in his hand.
“Thank you,” Tony murmurs. He pours a cup of coffee. Bruce tosses him a sugar packet. Tony slides the honey over.
So. It’s the first of many interactions that they have. Natasha has a video of the whole thing, only slight shaking from giggling.
Bruce starts collecting sweaters. Some are not necessarily his. Steve has found him face-planted on his bed, two sweaters under his stomach. They usually let him steal the articles of clothing, because at some point he will leave them in the kitchen or lab and they will artfully steal them back again, wash, and hang expectantly in their closet. (Bucky has bought more hoodies specifically for Bruce to steal.)
Thor loses his shit every single time Bruce shuffles to his bedroom, absentmindedly searching for warmth. He has posted many videos of Bruce, and he has now become a cryptid.
“Bruce, what are you doing?” Thor asks softly. Bruce turns, eyeing the phone.
“….stealing. Clothes.”
At one point, he flips over Thor to get out the door. Thor flips the camera, face shocked.
Tony is less proactive. He will hoard blankets, and if a jacket is left out, he will steal it. But he usually just leeches warmth off the other Avengers.
One can often find him on the couch, arms out for whoever is passing. (This has lead to at least two embarrassments, but Maria Hill at least just rolled her eyes and went to the couch anyway.)
He is not coordinated at all when sleepy. Things slip out of his hands, his body will lean one way, and Steve and Bucky even recreated a scene out of the ” target=”_blank”>Wizard of Oz where the Tin Man was leaning because of it. (They’re old movie nerds, and Steve is more than happy to sing along to the soundtrack.)
None of the Avengers expected to fall in love, or grin as the men ended another science binge. But they welcome them to the table, open arms and kisses on cheeks included.
“The party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command.”
-Orwell, 1984
Normally, I feel like people are way too liberal in calling things “Orwellian”, because I’ve seen people claim everything from speed limits to environmental laws to privately owned security cameras in stores as being “Orwellian”, but Trump, in this instance, is utterly Orwellian.
I bought my mom her birthday present at Target and the cashier who rang me up figured out I was autistic by the way I walked. (On my toes, sometimes hopping, and my arms in the raptor hands position to hang onto my bag and my carry basket of stuff.)
He told me his daughter is autistic and she has a No Gloom ‘Shroom like mine, but hers is red.
He was super nice and asked if I flinch when people give me coins. YES, I do. He put one hand under mine when he handed me the coins, which saved me from dropping them all over the place. (Always happens >.<;; lol)
I asked him if he supports Autism Speaks and he said “Heck no, I pay attention to what you guys say. We do ASAN in my house. Red instead, right?”
I told him yes and that he’s awesome and hopped my way out to my mom.
I wonder when exactly it was that Star Trek stopped being perceived as light, fluffy, not-really-legitimate sci fi that ~housewives~ liked and started being seen as serious nerd business that girls had to keep their gross cooties off.
Also when did the Beatles start to be remembered as rock legends rather than a silly boy band teenaged girls liked?
When men decided they liked them.
this is seriously exactly how it happened. Women were actually the first rock and roll ‘critics’ because they would write in to women’s papers and magazines to share and discuss what their kids were listening to when men still thought it was trashy teeny bopper music. once it became a lucrative, mainstream genre men shoved women out of the space. Men also tend to be gatekeepers once they move into formerly female spaces – early trek fandom was incredibly open and inclusive; women would set up fan get togethers in their own houses to discuss the show or invite the actors to visit before conventions became a thing, and then were huge in organizing the first conventions – but now the stereotype of a trekkie is a nerdy white dude who scoffs derisively at casual fans and newbies with his encyclopedic and pedantic knowledge of trek
I propose we call this “mentrification”
YES
MENTRIFICATION that’s genius
by the way every single man i’ve ever explained this to is completely boggled to hear about it. they genuinely don’t fucking know. they’re always like ‘okay name a field this happened in’ and you’re like ‘beer. writing novels. gynecology. computers.’ and they’re completely fucking distraught. men didn’t invent beer???? men didn’t invent everything?
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