I get to name things?

Naming things is hard

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What it was going to be, we were trying to complicate the relationship between Cap and his S.H.I.E.L.D agent friends. If Hawkeye got a call from S.H.I.E.L.D saying Captain America is a fugitive, would he listen to that call or not listen to that call? That sequence actually was heartbreaking for us to cut it. I think it ultimately might have been a conflict with Renner’s schedule. But there was a great sequence where Hawkeye was chasing Cap through Washington D.C. there was an awesome sequence where they confronted each other in a ravine on the outskirts of D.C. and Hawkeye was shooting a series of arrows closing in on Cap, Cap closing in on him. And then Cap took him down and he realized for the first time that Hawkeye was trying to trick S.H.I.E.L.D, where he whispered something into Cap’s ear that Cap had a tracker on his suit and to punch Hawkeye to make it look real, because there was a Quinjet hovering above where they were watching the feedback back at S.H.I.E.L.D. So it was a cool sequence.

Details on the cut Hawkeye sequence from Captain America: The Winter Soldier. (via iputabirdonmyhead)

WHY WAS THIS CUT OMG

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This would have been so great, and answered all those questions about where Hawkeye was *wails and gnashes teeth*

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The point of the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge

the point of pouring a shit ton of ice water over yourself is because when one suffers from amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS) one of the effects the disease has is a numbness throughout the body, as well as struggling to breathe, and both these are meant to temporarily happen when doused in freezing water. It’s to raise awareness of what ALS feels like and encourage donations towards research and cures.

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Fic Rec: Dragons Don't Drink Coffee (8691 words) by orderlychaos [AO3]

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson
Characters: Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Natasha Romanov, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Jasper Sitwell, Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz
Additional Tags: magical transformation, Fluff, The one where Phil gets turned into a dragon, Get Together, First Kiss, Pining, general ridiculousness, pre-avengers
Summary:

Clint Barton snapped awake and absolutely did not panic.
On his chest, the warm, heavy weight that had woken him shifted again. Carefully, he risked cracking open an eye, and came nose-to-snout with a dragon.

Clint Barton would be the first to admit that mornings were never his best time of day. Generally, they sucked. Only, he’d never actually ever had a morning like this before.

(Or, the one in which Phil Coulson is magically turned into a dragon, and the trouble that follows.)

Why read: If you’re looking for a frankly adorable and incredibly sweet fic, this is your fic. It’s beautiful. Phil as a dragon is beautifully written, Clint figuring out what to do with dragon!Phil is perfect, and I was smiling so much by the end that my face hurt.

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I am struck occasionally, usually while snuggling the cat, with our faith in domestication.

The cat is a small, ferocious predator, twelve pounds of…well, flab and fur, frankly, in Athena’s case, but what muscle there is is strong all out of proportion to her size. I have watched three 150+ primates try and fail to subdue a ten pound cat, and consider it not at all unusual. The cat is as flexible as a snake and as strong as an ox. She has quite dainty looking teeth and claws, but there’s nothing dainty about their ability to flay flesh from bone.

If the cat and I were in a duel to the death, I would almost certainly win. I am 15+ times larger than she is, after all, and while my teeth and claws are pathetic, I have prehensile hands capable of doing terrible things. But if I had to go in naked, as the cat does, (and assuming the cat was aware that she was going to have to kill me, and not taking a nap in the corner) I can pretty much guarantee it would be a Pyhrric victory. I’d look like I’d gone ten rounds with a wolverine. I would need stitches. A lot of stitches. Possibly a glass eye. And antibiotics by the truckload. It’d be a mess, and there would even be a chance of an upset if the cat managed to go face-hugger on me.

And yet, despite the knowledge of the shocking amount of damage my small predator could inflict, it never occurs to me to worry. I pick the cat up and she tucks her head under my chin and purrs, canine teeth centimeters from my jugular, and despite the fact that I am carrying a ruthless carnivore in a position where she could, with great ease, remove me from the gene pool, I am thoroughly content with the world. Even knowing full well that cats are not even a truly domesticated animal, that Athena’s kin might best be described as “consistently tamed,” my greatest concern is that my black tank top is now coated in white cat hairs.

We have such faith in the process of domestication, despite the sheer unnaturalness of what’s happening. Small predators do not curl up on the chests of large primates and purr in the wild. And yet, every now and again, generally when my small predator is purring on the chest of this particular primate, I think How strange, how strange… that we’re doing this, and even stranger, that we both take it completely for granted, and find nothing unusual in such a completely unlikely alliance.

Ursula Vernon (via aliothturtle)

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Editing…

I currently have eight tabs open with maps of Devon at different scales, a 1901 Baedeker open in front of me with the map of train lines and descriptions of the London to Exeter route visible, a couple of printouts about police and organisation history in Devon, and a huge spreadsheet filled with timelines taking up some major screen space.

But the edits on one of my Marvel Bang fics are complete and off for my beta to scrutinise and chop at :-D

Ugh.

Now I need to summon up the energy to start the edits on the other one.

Or maybe I’ll just flomp on the sofa with a book and some chocolate instead :-D

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