lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“We’re not strangers anymore!” That objection was strong enough that she moved to look him in the eyes, frowning. “We’re friends. We know lots about each other. But fine. Tell me one of your ‘terrible’ secrets and I will tell you one of mine.”

“Okay, so we’re not strangers anymore, but we’re not best friends either,” he stated with a shrug, casting her an encouraging smile which faltered at her request. “I…I had a brother, Camden, but he died when I was younger.”

“That’s not very terrible. Why would that be a terrible /secret/? It’s a terrible /thing/, but … ” Summer put her head to one side, bracing her hands on his chest. 

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“I’m not that amazing,” Summer objected, hiding her smile. “I’m short and smart-mouthed and insensitive and plain.” Absently, she started to run her fingertips up and down his forearm. “And I have terrible secrets.”

“You are to me. You know me despite being a stranger – you get me, if that makes more sense. And you know, Helios picked me so that says it all really,” Isaac quipped with a crooked smile, relaxing instinctively at her touch. “Don’t we all?”

“We’re not strangers anymore!” That objection was strong enough that she moved to look him in the eyes, frowning. “We’re friends. We know lots about each other. But fine. Tell me one of your ‘terrible’ secrets and I will tell you one of mine.”

I was referring to a very specific character trait I sometimes see in these so-called unrealistically perfect characters that bothers me – the rest of the self-insertion, perfect characterization, I enjoy the hell out of that. I agree with you that when the term is thrown around, it is incredibly gendered. The particular character trait I was speaking of, I see across gender lines, which is what I meant by that. I am sorry I was not more clear. I am not articulating well today.

scifigrl47:

(Okay, just one more!  Since I reblogged squeelokitty’s reblog of my post, it is only fair I answer this ask publicly, especially since their original post was completely fair and addressed their particular concerns)

I actually totally agree with you.  And the thing is?  That sort of focusing on tragic backstory is almost exclusively a male privilege in popular culture.

Women don’t get to fixate.  They’re expected to ‘get over it,’ and ‘get on with their lives.’   But two thirds of Batman media I’ve ever been exposed to has been “DEAD PAAAAAAARENTS.”  Loki’s creeping “I’m the victim here!” mentality is from the same vein.  It’s manpain.

What are the worst insults aimed at men?  ”You fight like a girl.”  ”Stop being a p—-y.” “You’re such a little bitch.”  The c-word.

The worst thing a male can be called in our society is a girl.  When we use Mary Sue, even in a ‘non-gendered’ way, we’re adding to that.  We are using a distinctly female name as an insult.  This isn’t a nonsense word.  This isn’t an invented word.  

Using the name genders the insult.  And it is leveled as an insult.  If someone says, “This character is far too fixated on their backstory, I find this boring and frustrating to try to read, and find their current relationship with character X to be more interesting,” that is criticism. “This character is SUCH a Mary Sue” is an insult.  It provides no criteria.  It provides no actual information.  It is just a slur that you can level without having to provide any context.  And by doing that, even if you use if on a male character, we’re tarring a character with a negative, specifically feminine brush.

If we have a problem with a character, I just wish we would address our particular issue, instead of using the term as a shorthand.  Because it’s worse than useless, for the writer and the fandom at large.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“Biased,” she sing-songed lightly. “Are you sure you aren’t talking about yourself?” She cuddled closer, closing her eyes and breathing him in.

He rolled his eyes and settled comfortably against her, his own eyes fluttering shut as he laughed. “I’m not that modest. No – I’m talking about you and I won’t change my mind about that, okay?”

“I’m not that amazing,” Summer objected, hiding her smile. “I’m short and smart-mouthed and insensitive and plain.” Absently, she started to run her fingertips up and down his forearm. “And I have terrible secrets.”

spyderqueen:

theloneliestunicorn:

spyderqueen:

regionsofkindness:

eveningsandcoffeespoons:

Petition for a Ladies of SHIELD television show where we take Hill and May and Hand and Sharon Carter and watch the ladies rebuild the world’s protection. Skye and Fitzsimmons and Triplett join them to round out the main cast.

Can we also have Bobbi? I feel the MCU needs Mockingbird.

Just as long as we get Carol Danvers too. 

I want her in the MCU absolutely, but she isn’t SHIELD.

They’re gonna need a link to the military somehow.

staxilicious:

retrogradeworks:

thecatdogblog:

The Norwegian Forest Cat is known by few outside of northern Europe. It’s a furry breed of domestic cat bred for colder climates. Photographer  and her fluffy cat Mille reside in Norway where together they produce some stunning portfolios.

Every time I see one of these posts I feel compelled to add that they’re also called Fairy Cats and have deep seated roots in Norse mythology. They were also companions on Viking ships :3.

reblogging because I DID NOT KNOW about ‘Fairy Cats’ or that they went on Viking ships. and hi-im-cambra needs to know these things if she does not, for the kitty who raised her was a Weegie.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

She couldn’t do it, she realised hazily. He was afraid of touch, and it was rushing, and they’d already come this far — she couldn’t let what she wanted ruin it. So instead she laid her head on his shoulder, making a contented hum, and said, “I’m really glad we met.”

Completely oblivious to her inner turmoil, Isaac simply smiled and slowly lay his head on top of hers, fighting down the slight panic that arose in his chest at the contact. She was his friend and she was safe, and he was quickly accepting that. “Me too – you’re really awesome, Summer.”

“Biased,” she sing-songed lightly. “Are you sure you aren’t talking about yourself?” She cuddled closer, closing her eyes and breathing him in.