I Took a Trip on a Gemini Spacecraft


Seen some posts on the importance of Gottlieb and Newt as disabled folks in an action film saving the world and yes very good!

But can we please please not forgot that Stacker is also disabled and a very important character too? Disabled black men in a position of respect are a rare sight in film and ignoring him in favour of the white men is really gross.

Sam and Clint are *trying* to date, but the other Avengers and random world-saving keeps getting in the way. (As a second choice, if you want something a little more serious: Sam and Clint in the aftermath of the "Surprise! Coulson lives!" reveal)


For all that the original basis for the friendship was a mixture of being the only breakable people around and snarking at former KGB brainwashed assassins (those came in pairs, apparently), Clint turned out to be soft and sweet when it came to romance. He’d blushed, honest to god flush of red on his cheeks, when he asked Sam out.

He’d seemed sure Sam would say no which was both incredibly dense and amazingly sweet.

"I just thought—" Clint tried to explain later over dinner (just the two of them, no teammates, nobody knew where they were going, cross-their-fingers no aliens tonight). He bit his lip a little, trying to find the words. "I just thought—you spend all your time with Captain America."

"Yeah," said Sam, still staring at Clint’s mouth because it had gone a bit pink where he’d bitten it. "Yeah, Steve. Right."

"And he’s, you know," Clint said, waving a hand vaguely. "He’s all that.”

"And a bag of chips?" asked Sam, kicking Clint under the table. "I don’t want to date Steve, you know."

"Everybody wants to date Steve," said Clint darkly.

Sam frowned. “Hey, man, if you want to date Steve—”

"No, god, no," said Clint. "I…um. I want to date you.” He started to play with the edge of the table cloth.

"Good," said Sam, grinning. "That works out well for both of us."

And he leaned in to kiss Clint—this was the perfect moment to kiss Clint—when the front window of the restaurant exploded.

He leaned back and sighed. Clint smirked.

"Check please!"


Sam pressed the button in the elevator for Clint’s floor and then screamed like a small, terrified child when the Black Widow spoke up from above him.

"I don’t see flowers," she said.

"JESUS CHRIST," said Sam vehemently.

"You should leave now and buy him flowers," she said, swinging down from the panel she’d opened in the ceiling of the moving elevator. “He likes flowers.”

"Why would I buy him flowers?" Sam asked, trying to get his breath back.

She narrowed her eyes. “Are you saying Clint doesn’t deserve flowers?” She took a menacing step towards him.

"I didn’t know he liked flowers!”

She didn’t even blink. Sam didn’t think she’d blinked this entire time. Jesus.

"He does." Without breaking eye contact, she pushed a series of buttons on the elevator and it abruptly started going downwards, back to street level. "Something purple."

"I could have guessed that much," said Sam, resigned.

<Sorry, delayed by deadly Russians and flowers,> he texted Clint.

The response came quickly. <It happens.>


Clint had two purple t-shirts without bloodstains or dog drool on them. One was even his. He held one in each hand and weighed his options.

"Son, just don’t," said Steve, leaning against the doorframe. "Those are not date appropriate shirts."

"What, I—who said—what even—" Clint stammered, clutching the two shirts to his chest in a weird impulse to cover his nipples in front of Captain America.

"You can do better than this, surely," said Steve, plucking one of the purple t-shirts out of his hands. "Don’t you own a button-up?"

"I…what?" Clint said. "I don’t think so?"

"Show some respect for Sam," Steve said in the same voice he had used to tell Doom about Truth Liberty and Justice only three hours before. "Dress to impress."

"Don’t…say that," Clint said weakly. He sighed. "I can’t go on my date?"

"Not dressed like a homeless teenager," Steve agreed.

"I could borrow—" Clint started to say and then looked closer at Steve’s shirt. "Yeah, I can’t borrow your clothes, can I?"

Steve glowered. “You could try.”


"I’d like to make a reservation for 7 o’clo—-" Sam said and then all sound on the other side of the line fizzled and went dead. "Hello?"

"I apologize, sir," said JARVIS through Sam’s cell. "I have been instructed to discontinue your phone call."


"Mr. Stark has informed me that your taste, and I quote, ‘sucks balls,’" JARVIS said primly. "He would prefer you choose a better restaurant for your date with Agent Barton."

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. “Does he have any suggestions?”

"Funny you should ask, he’s on the line with La Tour d’Argent at the moment making you a reservation at the chef’s table."

"JARVIS, give it to me straight: is this restaurant even in this city?"

There was a brief pause.

"Unfortunately, no." JARVIS did seem apologetic, but only slightly. "Mr. Stark has also given instructions for his private jet to be fueled and ready for departure within the hour."

"…his jet," said Sam tonelessly.


"So we’re leaving the country."

"It would appear so."

Sam looked up at the ceiling.

"Fine," he said. This was his world now. "But you have to tell Clint."

He could hear Clint swear from the bathroom where he had been in the shower.

"BUT I’M HUNGRY NOW,” Clint shouted through the door.



one time i said “no hetero, no hetero” in school

and this popular athletic straight boy sittin in front of me turned around super slow and looked at me and went “no… hetero?” in the TINIEST MOST BROKEN VOICE IMAGINABLE like he looked and sounded so timid and confused and he was looking at me like his whole life has been a lie because he realized he might be sitting near a queer person



looking for: someone with a lot of money whose parents are nagging them to get married but they dont want that kind of emotional commitment. i will be your spouse and you can cheat on me whenever you want i dont even care. you can have an orgy in our bedroom. just leave me your credit card and buy me a corvette. i feel like this is a fair transaction.


Adorable DIY house plant cupcakes by Alana Jones-Mann. Step-by-step tutorial here.








she is the cutest thing


Found this while I was looking at the International Quidditch Association’s website and thought it was pretty cool.


pros of werewolf boyfriend:

  • happy with any present as long as its chewable
  • very very excited to see you after any period of time apart
  • will lie in your bed and keep you warm whenever you take a nap
  • growls at jerks, may eat them

cons of werewolf boyfriend:

  • absolutely nothing


[sherlock, doctor who, and supernatural are fundamentally incompatible series which, even with their fantastic elements, cannot logically exist in the same universe, and if by some stretch of the imagination they did anyway, each series’ respective protagonists would be completely unable to stand the protagonists in the other series]


okay so this is a bunch of stuff that’s been hanging around my house that i look at a lot and sigh over because i have nO IDEA WHAT TO DO WITH IT. so i figured i’d give it away to someone else so they can look at it and sigh occasionally


  • you must be following me as this is for my followers because i love them so much (i used to be spocktrek if you can’t remember who i am)
  • i WILL check, and if you win and you’re not following me then i will pick someone else
  • you must reblog this as like’s don’t count (you can like to keep track but it doesn’t don’t count as an entry)
  • you can reblog as many times as you like, but try not to spam your followers bc that aint cool bro
  • you must be comfortable with giving me your address if you win
  • i will ship /anywhere/
  • you have until MAY 30TH to enter


  • Doctor Who: The Encyclopedia
  • The Official Doctor Who Annual 2013
  • 100 Doctor Who postcards
  • 5 Doctor Who 50th anniversary special books, including doctor’s 1, 2, 6, 7, 9 and 10
  • a 50th anniversary Doctor Who t-shirt, size small (never worn, my dad bought me two- for some strange reason he thought i could give it to a friend and we could be doctor who buddies)


  • The Marauders Map (which pulls out and has flaps and is absolutely massive holy shit)
  • Luna Lovegood’s wand
  • Slytherin scarf
  • Slytherin notebook
  • The Making of Harry Potter book

i will draw two winners from a random number generator, you have until MAY 30TH to enter! good luck folks! ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* \(◕△◕✿)/ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ 





A handy guide to some of the terrible things the Mail has printed since 1924.

This barely scratches the surface, though, I find it hard to believe they didn’t do anything terrible between 1956 and 1984.

and yet people still use it as a source

leftists from outside the UK still use it as a source

you all need to stop using the Daily Mail as a source FOREVER. Do not reblog, do not link, do not go to their site because they profit off ad traffic, and tell anybody you see doing any of these to immediately and permanently stop. We can’t run them into the ground but we can at least put a little dent in their profits and we can at least stop legitimising their bile by giving them anything other than negative attention.

yeah even when linking to an article on something trivial like a puppy riding a tricycle, it’s always better to find a different source because getting people to click that link gives them advertising revenue. 

also if you need any more convincing, the founder of the Daily Mail and general trust was an active supporter of the Nazi party, and he used his newspapers to try and influence people to advocate an alliance with Germany

yeah i tried to use it as a source once and i was totally wrong - basically it claimed hitler had charlie chaplin on his hit list…uh no