Letters from Mars






do action movies know they can have more than one female character

Someone should make an action movie with all girls except for one guy and have no explanation or mention of it in the movie and then pay all of the actors to act surprised like they’d never noticed when they get the inevitable storm of questions. 

This one male must have a shower scene, be saved by the protagonist at least once, and fall in love with a lead female.

also these women all need to be capable of both kicking ass and killing people with guns as well as cleaning up nicely and doing recon at a charity event while the one male character seduces a rich person.

I petition this male character is played by Jeremy Renner.

I have a script plan for EXACTLY THIS. No shit.



Pro Tip: If you are on an elevator and another passenger uses the elevator to travel up one floor, it’s unnecessary for you to loudly point out that there are stairs. Maybe that person has difficultly with stairs. Maybe they didn’t know where the stairs were. Maybe they’re tired and just wanted to…

Maybe it’s all of what
said. Maybe it’s more. I have people look at me all the time, like “why don’t you take the stairs fatass”? They can’t see my multiple sclerosis. They can’t see my fatigue. They can’t see my recent pulmonary embolism. They can sometimes see me limping due to bad knees, but not always. And they can’t see the times I really honestly can’t find the GODDAMNED stairs. They CAN’T SEE. They don’t know. And their blindness & lack of empathy makes them cruel. I only hope they someday have someone tell them to their faces how it makes them feel and how they would give anything to be able to take the stairs so easily. Put me in an elevator with someone like that and just LET THEM SAY SOMETHING WITHIN EARSHOT. PLEASE. I’d be happy to educate them. Disability doesn’t always come with a sign. Nor should it. I’m grateful for the good days when I can take the stairs. Grateful. But those days aren’t every day. I’m not just someone with MS or any of my other health issues. I’m a person who sometimes takes the elevator because it’s just easier & my energy is better spent on something else. It’s not just you
. Thanks for tumbling about this. Thanks for reading my abnormally long venting session about this. To everyone else who might read this: please let compassion & empathy be your default. You don’t have any idea what anyone else is going through. Please. Please. Please.

(((all of the hugs for you and your beautiful badass self)))

Pro Tip: If you are on an elevator and another passenger uses the elevator to travel up one floor, it’s unnecessary for you to loudly point out that there are stairs. Maybe that person has difficultly with stairs. Maybe they didn’t know where the stairs were. Maybe they’re tired and just wanted to give themselves a break. Maybe you should remember that you work in a hospital, where either of those is highly likely, and not be a such a fucking dick.

And if you absolutely just cannot stop yourself from remarking on a stranger’s mobility, wait two fucking seconds for them to get out of earshot before you open your damn mouth so that stranger doesn’t waste part of their day feeling shamed and angry because you couldn’t keep your tacky comments to yourself.

Audience Participation: Fic-Writing Edition



Taken from someone else on another network, deemed too good not to use.

Ask me a question about one of my fics or series. It can be absolutely anything in any project and I will tell you the honest-to-goodness answer (even on the progress/plans for next chapters of current series).

Don’t hold back. Whatever you ask, I’ll answer as truthfully and as completely as possible. You can also ask about my writing as a whole, if you like.

I am not at SDCC, instead I am staring at empty fic pages. So I reblog again. B/C it’s fun and it gets me writing.

Aaaaaand "Shh, c’mere…" - Pepper/Natasha

Pepper keeps it together until they’re out of sight of the cameras and proceeds to quietly lose her shit.

"Shh, c’mere," Natasha soothes, pulling her close. She’s not normally one to reach out so quickly, but they’ve all had a close call. Natasha needs the comfort as much as Pepper does. "It’s okay. Everyone’s okay. We all made it home."

"Oh god, but that thing,” Pepper sobs. ”And the building collapsed, and then Tony… and you were… and I just…”

"Shh. Stop. Don’t do that." Natasha runs one hand slowly up and down Pepper’s back, the other anchored gently at her neck. "You’ll drive yourself crazy, going through it over and over. Believe me."

Pepper hiccoughs and sighs, her arms drawing tight around Natasha’s waist. “You’re right. I know you’re right. I need to just…”

"The only thing you need to do is go upstairs, have a drink, and eventually find Tony and keep him from descending into a spiral of self-flagellation,” Natasha tells her, and Pepper laughs weakly.

"Right. That. I can do that." She pulls away, brushing the tears off of her flushed cheeks with a faint smile. Her make-up isn’t even smudged. "What are you going to do?"

"Pretty much the same thing, but for Bruce." Sam’s got Steve, Thor should have Clint covered, and Natasha has no idea what they’ll do if anymore angst-ridden man-children join the team. "First, though, I’m going to go with you and have a goddamn drink."

This time, Pepper’s laugh is a little stronger. “Don’t tell me the unflappable Black Widow is shaken enough to need a drink,” she teases.

"I almost got crushed by a building," Natasha says. "I don’t need a drink. I deserve it.”

"Please come get me." - Steve/Sam

"Man, how the hell did you even get up there?"

"It’s, uh, kind of a long story. There was a robot."

"An evil robot?"

"Very evil. So could you maybe give me a hand, here?"

"Not until you tell me what an evil robot has to do with you sitting on a water tower in your underwear."

"Like I said, it’s a… Are you taking pictures?"

"You’re damn right I’m taking pictures! Gonna put these on the fridge at the tower."


"C’mon and turn just a little bit. I wanna get the sun glinting off your pecs."


"Yup. That is the image of freedom, right there."

"Will you just get me down?"

"Stark is gonna be so mad he missed this. Oh now wait, I’m gonna snapchat him."

"Oh for cripe’s sake. Snapchat this."

"Did… Did you just flash me?"

Now will you please come get me?”

"…If I do, will you do it again?"

"When we get home. If you delete every single one of those pictures."

"Fine. Damn. I hope you’re happy."

"Just happy I’ve got a boyfriend who can fly."

"Yeah, I bet you are."


Friendly reminder that Storm 01 came out today, and if you’re able to, you should definitely consider purchasing a copy to show your support for the new female-led comic starring a (fabulous) woman of color. 


levels of headcanon:

  • This is heavily supported by text/subtext and is likely what the creators intended for me to get from this 
  • this is sort of supported by the text and could, conceivably be what the creators intended for me to get from the text/subtext
  • there is no evidence either way
  • there is slight evidence against my headcanon, but I don’t care
  • I’ve stopped giving a shit about canon
"Please come get me"- Clint/Coulson or Steve/Bucky

It’s not unusual for Steve to get a call from an unfamiliar number. Natasha changes phones every week, and he swears Tony makes different numbers display just for kicks. What is unusual is the beat of silence on the other end when he answers.


The number’s unfamiliar, but that voice has been in Steve’s ear his whole life, teasing him, urging him on, screaming for help in every one of his nightmares. “Bucky? Buck, is that you? Where are you?”

I… I don’t know. It’s… Steve, please come get me.

He’s already out the door. Wherever he’s going doesn’t matter; city cabs are slower than Steve at full-tilt run. “I’m on my way, pal. Just stay wh-“

The line cuts out. 

Steve doesn’t even slow down as he dials another number. “Stark? I need you to trace a call.”