Anonymous said: Imagine Clint finding box of puppies he found in the street
Normally when Clint’s returning home from a long mission, he pretty much zombie walks the distance between the car and his bedroom (which usually isn’t a problem… so long as he doesn’t have to park across the street… like that one time that he nearly got run over in the crosswalk because the only thing on his mind was sleep and his brain was already halfway there… that could have gone better).
But when he gets stuck taking the subway because his car got Hulk-smashed and he hasn’t gotten around to finding himself a new one yet and Kate is out of town for a month and a twenty minute internal debate over whether the subway or Natasha’s driving would get him home less scathed ends in a draw when he realizes he completely missed Natasha leaving and she’s already gone (though he’s at least 60% sure the subway would have won anyway), it also means he gets stuck walking ten extra blocks at night through the shady part of town that he’s usually sane enough not to frequent, and needless to say he forces himself to stay at least a little more alert than usual (he still has his bow on him, but he’s way too tired to want to pull it out).
So, when he first spots the little cardboard box shuffling on its own out the corner of his eye after turning down a Totally Not At All Creepy alley that is Definitely Not A Murder Scene Waiting To Happen, his immediate reaction is something akin to a very manly jump accompanied by a string of incoherent expletives and a slightly more intelligible “fckngrats”.
When he collects himself and hears a soft mewling from inside the box, however, he not only relaxes, but instantly melts. He knows that cry anywhere.
Stepping closer to the box to confirm his suspicions, he peers inside to find a writhing pile of five or six (it’s hard to count when it’s pitch black and they’re all moving all over the place) tiny puppies, not more than a month or two old.
He looks around, side to side, for a clue as to where they might have come from. But this alley doesn’t so much as have a fire escape, just a couple dumpsters along the brick wall. And these puppies.
And that just won’t do.
He carefully picks up the box, testing it first to make sure the bottom isn’t gonna cave in and spill the squirming little balls of fur out onto the ground, and carries it out of the alley to where there’s a street lamp and he can see inside better.
His eyes are instantly drawn to one puppy that’s lying on the bottom of the box, and it twitches in annoyance every time the others crawl on top of it or try to wake it up. Clint knows this feeling intimately.
Without a second though, he finds him walking the rest of the way to his apartment, carefully checking every street before crossing it, making mildly inhuman noises of affection and encouragement into the box when he’s sure there’s no one who could possibly be looking.
By the time he gets the box set down on his living room floor and gently tips it over to let them all crawl about, he’s tired as hell but in the kitchen getting a bowl of water and trying to figure out what and how he’s going to feed them.
By the time he gets everything sorted, he doesn’t even make it to the bedroom, pretty much just collapses on the couch. Before his eyes drift closed, the last thing he senses is a patter of tiny little feet crawling over his legs, little furry bodies settling in near his chest, and the feeling that he definitely made the right call.
He can figure out how many of them he’s going to keep for himself in the morning.
Please fire me. I work for HP (the computer company) and two thirds of our PC’s are Dell.
The cat’s like WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU BRING HOME
I will always share this LOL
I relate on a spiritual level with the absolute fury in that cat’s face in the last gif
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So in love with ALL of this from Girl Code’s race episode.
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i’ve probably reblogged this multiple times but by god i’ll do it again.
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Goddamn. Smart woman for thinking of the “ordering a pizza” thing, and smart dispatcher for picking up on it.
okay, story time: i’m a resident actor a children’s theatre company, and we just did peter pan. i was cast as peter because i’m the only one who looks young enough to play the part; but aside from looking young, i look nothing like peter pan. he’s this little white boy with reddish brown hair and i’m an arab/hispanic queer with black hair and freckles.
our company has a really devoted following, and these kids are reeeally young. after every show, we do autographs as the characters and have to keep up the act, because to a lot of these really young kids, we are who we pretend to be on stage. that terrified me. i’ve done autograph sessions in-character before, but never as such a well-loved character. who, again, is white. i was worried about what children might say.
over the course of the production, we must have performed for close to 500 kids, between the shows we did for families and the shows we did for school field trips.
and i distinctly remember one little white girl who came up to me with a DVD copy of disney’s peter pan, and she had this adorable tinkerbell dress on, and she just stared at me wide-eyed and after a while she said “i have all your movies!!”
first of all, if you don’t think that’s the cutest thing ever, please leave.
and when i asked her what she wanted me to sign, she handed me her DVD and said “by your face.” and she points right at this little white redheaded peter pan with pointy ears who is clearly not me, as if she can’t tell the difference… or she can, and she doesn’t care. similar things happened with different children, but it never lost its charm for me. on the contrary, it really warmed my heart.
by that same token there were many children of color who were affected by seeing a brown peter pan. a lot of them (usually older children) and/or their parents ask me how i got into acting, and if i had any advice for how to get into it. it meant a lot to me that there’s this whole generation of children of color who are going to pursue the arts, because even though i live in a very diverse area, our theatre landscape is still very whitewashed.
anyway, what i’m trying to say isn’t just that representation matters, which it does. what i’m also trying to say is that one less white face in the crowd isn’t going to hurt anyone. i feel like i’ve heard time and again that white people can only identify with white characters, and the whole point of my story is that that’s obviously not true. that kind of behavior, where people only empathize with characters who look like them, has to be taught. and that kind of behavior is racism.
bolding is mine, because that last bit really knocked it out of the park for me
"I have all your movies" Oh my GOD. *dead *
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Julie D’Aubigny was a 17th-century bisexual French opera singer and fencing master who killed or wounded at least ten men in life-or-death duels, performed nightly shows on the biggest and most highly-respected opera stage in the world, and once took the Holy Orders just so that she could sneak into a convent and shag a nun.
bisexual opera singer who killed ten men and snuck into a convent to shag a nun.
Just so y’all know, she later set that convent on fire so she and that nun could sneak out. And she seduced one of the men she’d dueled.
Also, dueling was a serious crime during her life, but the king of France essentially overturned her conviction on the grounds that the relevant law specifically referred to men.how has there never been a million stories about this badass
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