Thank God for Google and the internet.
I’m not sorry to say I can pick your pork sword out of a line up, Mr. Tennant.
My first reaction was ‘Nice thought but there’s no way, Coulson is much younger than…’ and then I stopped mid-thought.
Because you know what.
You know what.
After Steve, the US government had to keep trying to recreate the Super-Soldier Serum.
And who
and who
would be the FIRST DAMN PERSON IN LINE to volunteer?
They told us it never worked again. And that was kind of true. They never again recreated the super-strength or the gleaming pecs. But other things, they got right. They got the vastly delayed aging. And the kind of reflexes that make a man able to take out two armed thugs with a bag of flour. And the talent for leading through example. And they got the most important part, Erskine’s favorite part: the magnification of moral fiber, taking the loyalty and selflessness of a loyal and selfless man and making him into something spectacular.
Coulson didn’t buy those vintage cards on Ebay.
He’s had them since he was a little boy.
That little boy right there.
#PHEELS
HEADCANON ACCEPTED
(Source: yourerightinthemiddleoftheroad)
I want you safe. My Doctor.
1x13 - The Parting of the WaysLook at the Doctor’s face. He has been falling in love with Rose throughout the whole season, and has, to some extent, loved her since the moment they met. But he’s broken and he’s scared and he’s self-loathing. He doesn’t believe that he is lovable anymore. He doesn’t think he deserves to be loved.
But then Rose says this, and he can finally see that she does love him. And as the Bad Wolf, she knows the whole universe, all of time and space. She knows him. She forgives him. And she loves him.
Though he is terrified for Rose, knowing that she’s burning up from the inside with all that energy inside of her, he gains hope from these words. Just look at his face at the revelation that Rose loves him. This is the moment that solidifies their relationship. He will never give up hope for her after this point. He will do anything to save her.
Bringing this back because I had a discussion yesterday about whether or not the Bad Wolf was actually Rose, and I want to get my point across just how important I think it is that Rose gets the credit for being the Bad Wolf from the fandom.
The Bad Wolf was meant to save the Doctor, but the more important thing that the Bad Wolf did was show how far Rose had come as a person. The Bad Wolf is an act of self-sacrifice and love. (And every character involved in this episode does have an act of self-sacrifice: Jack sacrifices his life and goes down fighting the daleks. The TARDIS sacrifices herself to give Rose the ability to be the Bad Wolf. The Doctor kisses Rose and saves her, knowing that he will die or regenerate from all the energy coursing through his body.)
It is absolutely crucial, not only to her character and the way we as an audience view it, but to the story, that we acknowledge that Rose was the Bad Wolf and not the TARDIS. The TARDIS definitely helped - it was a team effort. As Rose says, “I looked into the TARDIS, and the TARDIS looked into me.” The TARDIS gave Rose the power to see time and space and change the things that needed to be changed. But regardless of whose original power it was, Rose was the one whose eyes were seeing time and space, whose brain was calculating what needed to be changed, whose hands were changing things and spreading the words through time and space.
Denying that it’s Rose is denying the big picture. Rose’s being the Bad Wolf was monumental for both her and the Doctor and their development as a couple. It was her shining moment as a hero.
Yes. The TARDIS could not on her own save the Doctor—she required a vessel with such an intense love for the Doctor as well as someone who the Doctor could not let die for him to make that sacrifice.
Rose took the initiative, Rose had free will. It was her choice, and the TARDIS enabled her.
(Source: littledoctorxrosethings)
I know a thing or two about aliens with a god complex.
#ROSKI #WELL A SORT OF ALTERNATE ROSKI #WHERE ROSE ISN’T THE SHINING BEACON OF HUMANITY WHO MELTS LOKI’S COLD COLD ADOPTED HEART #OR SETS HIM ON HIS FEET AGAIN AFTER HIS FALL #INSTEAD LOKI SHOWS UP TO BURDEN THE LOWLY HUMANS WITH HIS GLORIOUS PURPOSE #AND ROSE KICKS HIS ASS ALL THE WAY INTO A HIGH-TECH U.N.I.T. CAGE #WHERE THEY THEN HANNIBAL AND CLARICE IT UP FROM ACROSS THE PLEXIGLASS #AND MAKE WITH THE SNARK AND EYE HATESEX AND DEEP PHILOSOPHICAL DISCUSSIONS ABOUT GENOCIDE #BUT MOSTLY THAT SECOND THING #ALSO ROSE AND CAPTAIN MAGAMBO ARE TOTALLY BROS #TOTALLY #I DO NOT EVEN KNOW WHAT IS UP WITH THIS COLOURING#OR WHY MY BRAIN SAID ‘LOKI/ROSE EYEFUCKING WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE?’
So I said I wasn’t going to write this. Apparently I lied, because the Doctor Who/Avengers crossover I was working on would be so much better as this. So now it will be! And here’s a snippet just for you.
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They gave him a table and two chairs. Magambo warned him not to try and shatter the glass. It wouldn’t work, she said. He didn’t bother. In fact, Loki didn’t look concerned at all and that made Tony nervous. Fury had commented on his calm when SHEILD still held him—why do I get the feeling he’s the only one who wants to be here? They were in one of UNIT’s bunkers deep underground. They had better security than the President of the United States and the Prime Minister of Great Britain combined. He should feel secure. He shouldn’t be worried.
He was. And now they were letting Agent Wolf in with Loki, the alien who almost destroyed an entire town in order to take out his brother and had managed to kill 80 people in just under two days. What the hell were they thinking?
That was the problem. He didn’t know. Tony was good at reading people, not as good as Natasha, but then very few were. He couldn’t read Loki, and he couldn’t read Wolf. She looked like a child, like a girl barely out of her teens, but she was one of UNIT’S scientific advisors and she spoke with an authority that he would have been hard-pressed to muster, even with all of his bravado. And her eyes—there was something off about them, something strange. Holding her gaze for too long gave him vertigo, made him feel like the world was spinning beneath him. It was, but that wasn’t the point. He shouldn’t feel it. Human beings didn’t feel the turn of the Earth.
The door swung open and Wolf stepped into the cell. It was good work—a waist-high wall of cement and then the rest was glass. It was alien tech, Wolf explained, and used in spaceship hulls. It was stronger than steel and thicker than Tony’s wrist.
Loki regarded her with obvious scorn as she slid into the chair on one side of the table. He stood for a while, but she seemed unconcerned. Eventually, though, he sat across from her. “So,” he began. “They’ve sent another woman to question me. Did Fury think that ploy would work twice?”
“Who said Fury sent me?” The corner of Wolf’s mouth twitched upwards. “Don’t think I didn’t miss that, by the way. Very smoothly done, that bit of ‘divide and conquer.’ It’s a pity that we took you away before you could finish. Does it bother you more that I’m a woman, or that I’m human?” she asked.
“I speak the truth that you do not wish to hear. You have failed to retrieve the Tesseract.” he replied.
“Every good lie contains truth.” She leaned back in her chair, her arms folded across her body. “I’d like to know if I’m dealing with a misogynist or just another arrogant alien, because I’ve seen the future. I’ve been to the year five billion—beyond that, actually—and I’ve seen human beings touch every star in the sky. I’ve seen humanity at the end of the universe, after Asgard has turned to dust and time itself is winding down.” Her lips curved into a feral smile. “You’re not the first alien with delusions of grandeur to try and conquer the world. There have been others, so many others, and we sent them packing. I’ve got this theory, you see. I think you’re afraid of us, of the human race and what we can accomplish.”
Loki watched her like a snake might watch a mouse. He was a predator, for all his courtesy and his soft words. Like ivy he crept across supposedly smooth walls, found the cracks, and sent his tendrils creeping in. Tony had seen ivy tear down buildings that had survived hundreds of years of erosion and assaults by cannons and catapults. He was insidious. For a long moment he said nothing, but then he leaned forward, his eyes fixed on hers. “I don’t care about your gender,” he replied, his voice low and soft. “But I wonder, does it bother you more that men assume you are less competent because you’re a woman—or because you’re not human?” He smirked, but she didn’t flinch—or at least Tony didn’t see her. “Why don’t you show me what you really are?”
It was Wolf’s turn to lean forward. Her smile never wavered—if anything, it sharpened. “One day,” she promised. “One day I will.” She pushed her chair back and stood. “I think you may regret asking.” Then she turned and walked out of the room.
(Source: worstwolf)
Doctor Who AU in which Rose is the Doctor and John Smith is her human companion. Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three
It was necessary, the Doctor tells herself, tricking John into the TARDIS and sending him home by himself.
Really, she’s one of the most phenomenally intelligent creatures in the universe, and she should’ve expected the outcome of that plan. It surprises her anyway, John materializing in the midst of a division of Daleks. He’s a glowing god in human form, pulsing with vortex energy, burning from the inside out even as he saves her life and saves the Earth, too.
And when John is done with destruction and resurrection, when he finally turns his gaze to the Doctor, the shimmering swirl of the vortex in his eyes fades away, and they’re his normal, beautiful brown. He’s himself. Her John (is he? She doesn’t dare to hope, to presume, but oh if he were).
He can see everything, he says – all of time, and the Doctor realizes that he understands what it’s like, being inside of her head. Timelines and possible futures and everything else, running from the beginning of to the very end of the universe.
But it’s burning him alive.
It’s burning her, too – watching him go, seeing the pain on his face, the way his long fingers dig at his own wild hair, yank at it when the pain begins to verge on agony. The way he folds and bends and whimpers, “My head!”
Her foolish, fragile, wonderful John.
(Source: theplushbear)
torchwood meme: two brotps 2/2
↳ We’re good, aren’t we? You and I? Good team. I missed you.
