“The only time Crowley had bought petrol was once in 1967, to get the free James Bond bullet-hole-in-the-windscreen transfers, which he rather fancied at the time.”
Reasons this is adorable to me:
1. Almost everything in this book is adorable to me.
2. Crowley is an utter dork and a demon who wants to be like James Bond.
3. He bought the petrol. He didn’t have to buy the petrol. He’s a demon. He could have just miracled the transfers onto the windscreen, and probably have it look twice as realistic. He could have - highly unlikely I know, but he could have, if he wanted - miracled the Bentley into an Aston Martin complete with all the gadgets. But no, he bought petrol he didn’t need just so he could have some probably very tacky windscreen transfers for his car.
I don’t think you guys can understand how much I love Crowley
imagine a video game where you create a hero whose destiny is to save everyone, but throughout the game you start making harder and more questionable decisions, and the game gets darker and darker. and in the end you’re just standing there, clutching the controller and finally realizing you were playing the villain all along
The main problem I have with Men’s Rights Activists is that their name really doesn’t do them justice. They’re Straight Cis White Men’s Rights Activists. I have NEVER seen Men’s Rights Activists campaign for the inclusion of trans* men in their spaces.
I have NEVER seen Men’s Rights Activists campaign to end the social stigma around black fatherhood. I have NEVER seen Men’s Rights Activists campaign for better pay and equal career mobility for men of colour. I have NEVER seen Men’s Rights Activists actively campaign for more gay men’s rights. I have NEVER seen Men’s Rights Activists advise others in their group on how using f*ggot to emasculate men who aren’t part of their cause is alienating and marginalising other MEN.
I have NEVER seen Men’s Rights Activists campaign, raise awareness of, or support victims of male rape unless it’s in order to derail a discussion around female victims of rape. I have NEVER seen Men’s Rights Activists campaign, raise awareness of, or support male victims of domestic abuse unless it’s in order to derail a discussion around female victims of domestic abuse. Men’s Rights Activists are hypocrites and frauds.
They’re bitter privileged white men who don’t want to campaign for the rights of men — they want to campaign to keep their privilege unchecked and their ability to discriminate against others. If you want to be a real Men’s Rights Activist — be a fucking (intersectional) Feminist. Peace out.
A while back I read a post about how writers create heroes by hurting women. When a man gets a tragic backstory they kill a woman, when a woman gets a tragic backstory they don’t kill her man they still hurt a woman.
I though about this and came to the conclusion that they are right, if a woman loses her husband she will just deal and keep on living. She will not drop all responsabiliy and neglect her friends and family to let sorrow and vengence consume her life, loose touch with reality and dress in a skin tight suit and stand on rooftops in the rain. She will be hurt but with time and selfcare and support of the good friends she has chosen to care for in her life, she will be fine.
And i think this is why men fear women, because we don’t really need them the way they need us, and why writers have such a hard time finding a good tragic backstory for their heroines.
I just love it in The Avengers when Black Widow asks Hawkeye for help. She never asks for help, and in this case, she certainly doesn’t ask for help because she needs it. She’s heading to the top of Stark Tower and she is focused on her mission. She outwitted Loki after sneaking up on him and has just as much fight in her - if not more - than all the other Avengers. She needs no help.
Black Widow asked Hawkeye for help because she knew that if she pointed out where Loki was, Hawkeye would be able to get some kind of closure on what was done to him by Loki.
In short, Black Widow is a BAMF in so many ways and her consideration of the mental and emotional wellbeing of her peers is just one of them.
His features just scream regal, he can portray fantastic emotional range and I would love to see Black Panther as cool, regal, but just faintly dorky (like when he was Hardison in Leverage) now and then? This guy here could pull that off perfectly. Also, stunning hotness.
for your convenience, clint barton crushing it in dodgeball:
Only Clint remained on his team; Thor and Phil still stood on the other side of the practice room.
"Okay, who thought playing dodgeball with Katniss was a good idea?" Tony complained from the sidelines, rubbing his upper arm wherer one very vicious round patch of red was already starting to turn purple. "Don’t answer that," he amended when Natasha started to remind him that he’d brought it up.
"Hulk not like this game." The big green guy was sitting, pouting, his face in a scowl. He’d been the first one out, too used to things bouncing off of him and too big a target.
"Hey, at least he just tapped you. He got me, Carol, and Sam on a rebound!" Darcy complained, nursing her own bruise.
"You wanted to play," Steve reminded her. Of everyone, Steve had taken his fast elimination with good grace.
"We shall win this battle!" Thor declared, jumping into the air and slamming the red rubber ball down where Clint had been standing seconds before.
Two balls whizzed past Thor, close enough to stir his long golden locks.
"Missed!" Tony crowed.
Careening at different angles the balls bounced off three separate walls before they slammed into the sides of Thor’s head, mashing his face together.
"Aw, shit." Tony slapped his hand to his face. "Agent doesn’t stand a chance. Okay, whiskey time. This is over."
"Watch," Natasha said.
Coulson picked up a ball and walked over to where Clint stood. He tapped Clint lightly; Clint laughed.
"Wait, what?" Tony asked as the two men walked towards the door together.
"He’s still recovering," Clint explained. "Besides, I’m in the mood for thai anyway and loser pays, right?"
"But, but …" Tony sputtered.
"They take turns winning," Natasha explained.
"Aw, that’s so cute," Darcy said. "And Thai does sound good."