#Boomer Beanies

[soft--dogs]

[froot-batty]

Captain Boomerang fan here, you ABSOLUTELY have invented Captain Boomerang x Killer Moth.

(The only ships that exist for him are Boomer x Rick Flag, Boomer x Harley, Boomer x Deadshot, Boomer x Deadshot x Harley, Boomer x Polkadot Man, and Boomer x Riddler) and each of these ships has like... 2 or 3 people, at best, shipping them at any given time.

If someone had gotten to Boomer and Moth before I did I would have been VERY surprised. Punching box boomerang man and d-list anti-batman bug? Thats only something produced by my strange strange mind

[assassinhomecreedstuck]

I LOVE THE CLONES

[swampflix]

Drive-Away Dolls (2024)

We’re coming up on nearly two years since I first started my “Summer of the Coen Brothers” marathon, where I intended to watch every one of the familial pair’s films over the course of Summer 2022. And to be fair, I almost made it! Starting with Blood Simple in May and going in mostly chronological order until I skipped over The Big Lebowski (on account of having seen it at least a hundred times…

[dwtpics]

[6/10/2022]

1, 2, 3, 4

[sleepy-snaildan]

Mom: when you were little and someone called you a little girl you'd always say "I'm not a girl I'm [name]" hahaha

Me internally: so not understanding gender was always there huh

[socialistexan]

Honestly, the new Democratic party tactic of dropping "you go low, we go high" and just calling Republicans "weird" is honestly kind of brilliant.

We've had over a decade of the right has been able to sort of dictate the conversation, tie anything to the left with cringe, constantly calling us weird and whatever the fuck else. Then they juxtapose it with them being the Moral, Just, Classical, Common Sense, Normal ones when they're really a bunch of weirdo shit posters who use Roman statues as icons and never grew out of their 4chan phase.

I still see right-wingers use that one blue haired person with a beanie screaming when Trump won in 2016 to this day. It's still everywhere.

We've been on the cultural defensive since then. We've already seen the fruits of that labor with how much it worked in making Gen Z men more right-wing compared to millennials and even gen x and boomers at their age.

But the sense of decorum that Dems wanted to maintain meant we really didn't have a chance to have messaging from top to bottom to counter it.

A lot of what right-wingers say, do, and want are just weird! A lot of the time it isn't even "traditional" things they want like they claim they do, but it was given the aesthetics of it. But they've controlled the cultural conversation basically since I would say 2014-15.

Fascism thrives on aesthetic and mystique. The aura of the Brave Hyper Masculine White Man protesting his Demure Soft Feminine White Tradwife and Essentially Carbon Copy With No Independent Thoughts White Children requires near total maintenance in the collective consciousness. Any crack in that armour and the whole thing starts to fall apart.

No more We Go High, that needs to be over.

You go Low, We Kick You in the Teeth.

[finniestoncrane]

KTJL!Boomer x Fem!Reader, word count: 1k giveaway commission: thank you sweet and precious @creepling for my first foray into a sex pollen style fic, and the perfect subject for it! waller has synthesised a replica of some brainiac serum that encourages procreation, and since george literally will take any excuse for a good root, he and reader are the test subjects 💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: sex pollen-esque, dubcon elements, overstimulation, breeding kink, exhibitionism

"Send her in."

"Ms Waller, have you really considered the ethical implications of-"

"Do you want to go in there?"

"N-no."

"Well then, send. Her. In."

Only three days since Hack had discovered documentation of a serum in Brainiac's logs that encouraged repetitive breeding amongst subjects, with successful procreation leading to the optimal genetic conditions being chosen from both parents for the offspring. And in that three days, Waller had gained permission from the government for ARGUS to implement a test of the synthesised serum.

They had so many more fights ahead of them, and she didn't consider herself to be working with the best team. However, she could at least admit that amidst all the negative traits, there were some positives. But the risk was still there, so she wasn't about to select the top for the experiment.

Which is why she had settled on George Harkness. If anything went wrong, she wouldn't feel bad losing him. And for his partner, a random inmate. No discernible talents, so to speak, at least not in a way that would be effective against meta humans or alien hoards. But someone who was of sound-ish mind and could offer a sense of stability to whatever George was offering.

That's where you came in.

All they had to do was mentioned a reduced sentence and you had agreed. Truthfully, when they had been explaining it to you in the medical checks, you had only focused on the concept of finally, after months of no physical contact, having sex, at last.

Something that your partner was equally excited about.

In the room beyond the door where you were being kept, George was standing against the wall, rutting into it, his stiff cock bashed against the surface in a bid to find any kind of friction. He'd been given the serum five minutes before, and the effects were almost instantaneous.

The serum had been injected into you moments before they led you down the corridor, so you were slightly behind him in terms of your side effects. That meant you were vaguely shocked when you were shoved into the room, the door locked behind you, and you found George humping the air as he turned to you.

"Hello, Sheila! What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this then?"

His grin was wide, pushing into his cheeks, the creases in his face deep as he winked and narrowed his eyes. Usually, that kind of blatant, and poor, attempt at flirting would have put you off, but the serum had begun to work through you. That, and you had to admit that you definitely found him attractive.

George lifted his shirt off as he walked towards you, flexing his muscles and tensing them, showing off like a peacock. It was effective, as you felt your own stomach tighten, warmth spreading through your core as you took in the sight of him, fit, sturdy, oddly charming.

"Hot in here, ain't it, babe?"

As he took off his signature beanie, tossing it to the floor, he shook his hair out, the sweat that had begun to bead on his forehead falling onto the floor with the movement. Meeting him in the middle of the floor, you pressed your hands to his torso. A move that was far more forward than one you were likely to make under normal circumstances, but you were practically growling, desperate to feel his body, aching for him to be as close to you as possible. Your cunt clenched, longing for something to fill it, and George was right there, willing and eager.

"Fuck me."

"You not gonna ask me out to dinner first, babe?"

"I don't know how much time we have before the serum wears off... do you really want to risk it?"

He smiled wide, licking at his lips and waggling his tongue at you before putting it back in his mouth.

"Yeah, fair point well made, love. You know me, any excuse."

With complete abandon to any of your senses or social norms, you let your pants fall to the ground, stepping out of them and falling to the floor. Maneuvering yourself onto your hands and knees, you reached behind to spread yourself open for him.

"Where do you want it then, babe?"

You looked to him with a questioning gaze. From her position behind the two-way glass, Amanda rolled her eyes, unable to comprehend his stupidity.

"Oh right! The... the thing..."

Quickly, and with very little care for any foreplay, George ran a finger down your slit, spreading your slit over your cunt before he pushed his cock deep within your walls, beginning to fuck you at an energetic and frantic pace.

"Fuck me, babe... they'll have to get a team of men to pull me out of you."

"They're... not gonna... hng... pull you out, George... that's the point..."

His eyes widened as he realised, rutting into you more frantically at the excitement of cumming inside of you, painting your insides, his seed there for a purpose.

"Oh, yeah! Well, I've already made one... might as well give it another go!"

As he neared his orgasm, his words became cruder, alluding to the act in a way that was so lewd you could feel yourself getting wetter and warmer with each statement.

"... fill you up... get it right up there in you... no chance you're leaving here empty... tied to me always, eh?"

With what you could only describe as a howl, you felt his body tense and shudder, one last final, deep thrust into you as you were filled with his warm, thick seed.

He kept rutting, a sticky mess against his abdomen and your rear, coating his dick, your slick and his cum combined as he kept pushing himself forward. His cock was softening, but he refused to move from you, and only when you collapsed onto your stomach was his length released.

George's cum was still spilling out of you, so much of it even after he had spent an extra minute pumping it deep inside of you, ensuring that you would definitely be in receipt of his significant contributions towards Waller's future line of controllable, successful squad members.

And as you felt yourself finding the energy to ask for a second round, you turned to find George still rutting, his hips jerking into the air, clearly ready to go again, too.

[dontmindmyunicorn]

i will never understand the hate that some older millennials direct towards younger adults born in the mid to late 90s. i’m a zillennial (january of ‘98) and while i haven’t lived either the FULL millennial or gen z experience, i DO know that shitting on people solely for the year they were born in is fucked up. it’s very disheartening how grown adults will gatekeep entire cultural phenomena. the commodification of media thanks to sites like buzzfeed has convinced us that we did not truly experience something unless we had physical ephemera of that era. if we didn’t have 20 beanie babies or didn’t hear bye bye bye on a hitclip or had to wait 20 minutes to use dial-up internet or used T9 on a flip phone or watched clarissa explains it all live on nickelodeon, we weren’t really #millennials. 30-year-old grown adults are saying shit like ‘oh, you like that? well guess what, i grew up with it and LIVED through it.’ on the flip side of this coin, we can and should ALSO acknowledge the existence of cringe without making people feel excluded from participating in said phenomena. if we shit on zoomers for rediscovering early 2000s fashion trends or listening to music of the late 90s, or shit on 1997 & 1998 adults for having little to no recollections of a time before 9/11, what are we doing? what does that say about our generation? what does that say about how we define ourselves?? it’s a boomer mentality that is tainting the experience for all of us, not to mention dividing us up. we can be nostalgic for a time when life was indeed simpler without being actively harsh to young people also partaking in that innocence. please be kind and let people enjoy things.

[t4tails]

boomer the dog and zoomer the mouse, the beanie baby generation brothers 💥💥

[wttt-dirus-work]

Can u tell me some stuff about Quebec?

wanna give her a cameo in an fic

Hey! So first of all, YESS!

Now, you weren’t quite precise in your ask, so imma share a variety of my own headcanons to give you some more info^^

Physically:

She has middle back long, slightly curled deep brown hair, with copper reflect in the summer, and the crystal-clear blue eyes you can imagine (when she’s angry her eyes become more white than blue, and the air is way colder than before). Her skin is pale, pinkish on the nose and cheeks in the winter, and she got some freckles. In autumn, her hair is redder and more blond than brown (leaves changing colour) when she’s in the south of the province.

Her body temperature is usually colder than any of the Northeast States and lower the more she is north in her province (the only state who share the same temperature is Alaska). Now, during the summer, depending on what’s going on, she can get as warm as the lower east coast state when she has wildfire. If she had tornadoes, she’s physically frazzled, and if it’s flood, her skin takes a greenish or bluish tint. If it’s a good summer (no fire, tornadoes, or floods) she has a good temperature, around the same as the Northeast states.

For her clothes, from Automn to spring (October to April), it’s usually a t-shirt under a flannel, a toque (beanie) or earmuff, jeans, mittens, and converse (boots if there’s snow). Her shirt is usually a HABs shirt (Montreal Canadian hockey team), especially during hockey season, her flannel dark blue or bright red, and her toque vary. Sometime is a blue one with her name on it, other times a white one with a pompom, or it’s a Nordiques de Québec one (Québec City hockey team before they were bought by Colorado and became the Avalanche).

During the summer, it’s usually capri pants or long shorts, a tank top or t-shirt, a cap (usually a Buffalo bills one, or Jersey Devil after she started her relationship with NJ), and sunglasses. Sometimes she wears flip-flops, other times sandals, depends on her mood and where she’s going. She’s a fervent user of sunscreen and always got water on her.

Character:

Honestly, depends on the situation. She can be a real Bitch if she wants to, mainly with the other province when they attack her (usually the wests ones). She’s a mom friend if she knows you and care about you and will make fun of you if you embarrass yourself with her (she respects boundaries tho). She knows her worth and is incredibly stubborn when she wants to. If you dare compare her to France she’ll make you regret it and she is really proud of her culture (never says Poutine was made anywhere else than in Québec, she and I will fight you about it). She’s always happy to teach people French and if you respect her she’ll respect you.

She’s polite meeting new people and like to share culture; she’ll judge you if you do something stupid though.

Concerning religion, she’s a little lost. When she became New France, in the 1500s, she was divided between the Catholics and Natives spirituality (usually animist) before staying Catholic. Then, during the Quiet Revolution in the 60s, Québécois rejected religion, and made the government secular (not linked to religion). So, I believe she’ll be mainly Agnostic, for mostly only the oldest generations (Boomer and older) are church goers.

Relationship:

Now, her relationship is carved from centuries of existence and experience and differ from if they’re Canadian or not.

Canadian provinces and Territories:

She’s *friendly* with New Brunswick and Nunavut, but don’t really speak with Prince Edward Island or Nova Scotia. She’s extremely supportive of Newfoundland and Labrador (Trans man) and has a great relationship of mutual respect with Northwest Territories (They’re as old as the other and have known each other for a long time).

Concerning Ontario it’s more of an indifferent to *I kind of care about you* relationship. They don’t agree about a lot of things and usually snap each other (Ontarian drivers are terrible, I swear), but they will support each other when the West become snappy at them.

Québec barely care about Manitoba (the feeling’s mutual) and Yukon (they don’t know each other well).

Now, for the West province, well, its complicated. British Columbia is a bitch most of the time because she likes to rile up other people. Québec respect her because she’s alone on the other side of the Rockies and is the oldest Western province, and as women alone on their own for a long time of their existence, they both respect each other. It doesn’t stop BC from having terrible social skills (except when she’s high, then she’s like a hippie and is nicer while also staying passive-aggressive).

Now, Alberta and Saskatchewan are twins; they share the same Province day and are only older than Nunavut. Saskatchewan is the nicest one, but still resent Québec for trying to separate in the 70s. Alberta uses Québec to blame most of her problem; the French province is far from her, refuse to speak to her in English, and well, Québec doesn’t care about them most of the time. To her they are children, who doesn’t understand her, or even try to get her point of view, so she won’t fight them about it.

Concerning the states:

I wrote about QC and Alaska and their relationship in I've tried to put this all behind me (I think I was wrecked all along), but in short they met during the New France era, when Alaska was still owned by Russia, and became close friends despite the language barrier. They met again because of Maine.

For the Northeast, Virginia, Georgia, and the Carolinas, I already share some of it in my fic Five times Québec helped a Northeast State. I headcanon her as on the Aromantic spectrum (Gray or Demi) and Pansexual, and she slept with PA, NH, and Vermont before they settled down (NH with Vermont and PA with Ohio). She and Jersey have a together/not together relationship (really you need to read the fic to get it) and she’s married to NY (QPR).

Maine is like her brother, Connecticut, NH, and Vermont her close friends, and the rest are her friends. She loves Virginia and their ability to bring the other back in order when they get too chaotic. Mass, PA and she are always ready to fight each other concerning hockey (they were pissed when tempa won two Stanley cup), and she likes to watch Rhode Island kick someone’s butt.

For the other southern states, well they helped her out when Britain ordered her captured (before her wedding to NY) and she always liked them for that.

Finally, Louisiana. I didn’t present their relationship yet, but I’m working on their fic.

Louie resent her. It’s not conscious, more something they both refused to acknowledge, really. He didn’t know that, when they were separated, she was sold to the British while France sold him to Spain. He resent her because she never tried to get to him, or get him back, and how she never helped him from Spain treatment.

I’m waiting to write those two, so yeah.

That was it! You got me to write a story, omg. If you have any question hit me up^^

[rhondafromhr]

good morning, afternoon, day or night to you!

This is a free pass for you to talk about anything you want, as much as you want! Exposit! Lore dump! Rant about your interests, or something that irks you! Whatever it is, use this as an excuse! Someone out there is interested in what you have to say (it's us. We're the someone)

Thank you <3 I’m going to take this opportunity to go more into detail about my Linda Monroe and Zoey Chambers friendship agenda, because if those two could actually get along, they’d be the most chaotic, iconic duo in Hatchetfield and make everybody absolutely miserable.

-They meet at Beanie’s. Linda needs a pick me up after an exhausting day of shopping for River’s birthday gifts and goes to get her extra hot quad shot no foam almond milk latte with exactly five and a half pumps of toffee nut syrup and not a drop more. She sees Zoey spitting in Becky Barnes’ coffee, Zoey sees her being rude to Emma and they hit it off.

-At first, Zoey sees befriending Linda as more of a means of gaining access to Linda’s wealth and connections to help her get ahead, but starts to genuinely enjoy her company and her advice (which is like 90% enabling and encouraging all of the bad things Zoey already does). She tells Linda what she did to Zach to steal his part of the inheritance and Linda completely takes her side and commends her for taking the initiative to get what she wants, although she does make fun of her when she finds out the entire inheritance is only $10,000.

-They still argue, but it’s friendlier. Linda will make fun of Zoey’s hair and clothes, but then buy her an entire new designer wardrobe and take her to a ludicrously expensive hairdresser like it’s nothing. She’ll say her tastes are trashy, then take her to the most expensive restaraunt or cocktail bar in town so she can learn to appreciate the finer things. Zoey will call her a boomer and make fun of her for not being up to date on the current slang and trends, but then take her to a concert or a hot new nightclub. Linda loves feeling young and wild again and always sends Snapchats of their adventures to Gerald once Zoey shows her how to use the app. (Do people still use Snapchat? I barely do social media outside of here, I genuinely don’t know.)

-Zoey tells her about how she sabotaged everyone in her way to become the star actress in the Hatchetfield Community Players. Linda’s impressed by her technique, but thinks Zoey should set loftier goals. (Zoey: “I didn’t get this far by being nice.” Linda: “You didn’t get very far by being conniving, either! I mean, a local community theater? Really, Zoey? Aim a little higher.”)

-Linda’s tired of Zoey not being able to go on girl’s weekend trips because she has to work and uses her connections to land her a cushy, Monday-Friday 9-5 corporate job until her acting career takes off. This cushy job just so happens to be Paul’s position at CCRP, which Linda also used her connections to get him fired from. Well, she got him transferred to Clivesdale and he quit because he’d rather die than go there. This forces the guy who doesn’t like musicals to get a job at the singing coffee shop, but hey, at least he gets to work with Emma now.

That’s all I have for now <3 I had fun rambling about this, hopefully you find it entertaining too!

[starkslove101]

CHAPTER 6: "God, you're hot"

* DISCLAIMER*

This chapter contains some adult content. Read at your own risk. MINORS DNI

2011.

Ransom.

"I need your help," Fury said. "I don't work for you anymore, Nick," I said while drinking my coffee. Somehow Nick found his way into my apartment. I was living a few blocks away from STARK industries. It used to be the old apartment where I lived with Jack decades ago.

Lucky for me I had no one over. "I know, but for this, I need your help" he sounded desperate. I straightened my back and sat my coffee mug down on the kitchen counter. "What do you need?" I sighed. "An old friend of yours resurfaced" I frowned. "Huh?" I frowned. All my friends or family were either dead or were killed.

"Just come with me Evans," Fury said. "I better be on time for work" I warned and went to put on some clothes. It was not too fancy. I was wearing jeans and a thin shirt. I had a brown leather jacket laying in my closet that had been falling out of it for a few days now. I took it as a hint and put it on.

When I picked it up I saw that it was one from when SHIELD was still the SSR. I smiled. Oh, how I missed it.

I walked out and decided to let my hair hang loose. "Ready?" I nodded and we both walked out. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Nice jacket" Nick ignored my question. "Thanks" I started to have an idea as to where he was taking me but I just decided to shut up and see.

After a while, I noticed we were going to one of shields' hangars. Everyone was running to set up the airplane. "Man, I am going to be late for work." Natacha behind me laughed. "Don't worry, you called in sick" I rolled my eyes. "I'm 64 years old Natacha I have never taken a day off" Natacha laughed. "Sure, boomer" I rolled my eyes.

I finally got on the plane "Will someone tell me where we're going?" I looked around at the people around me. They just ignored me. "Not even you, johnson?" I also just ignored me and walked off. "Your grandmother would be very disappointed!" I yelled as he didn't answer.

All I kept thinking was that Tony probably knew I was here and I was starting to get a hunch about where I was going. Even tho I told myself I wasn't. "You guys found him didn't you?" I looked at the guy sitting next to me. He looked left and right making sure no one would hear him. "Yes, ma'am" I smiled. "Here," he gave me a sweater a beanie, and a thick scarf. I didn't ask any questions after that.

I put everything On. Including heavy shoes. "Thank you eh.." I looked for a name tag. "Krasinski" I smiled again. "You're welcome" he nodded. They also offered me a SHIELD jacket but I respectfully declined. I stuck with the SSR jacket. Sometime later we touched down.

The cold air hit me in the face and sent a shiver down my spine. A bunch of big muscley guys surrounded me. I'd like to think it's because they're protecting me. It felt like it when Krasinski showed up next to me. "You know, you look a lot like your grandfather," I said. He also smiled and nodded again.

He wasn't a talker like his grandfather. Footsteps kept crackling in the snow leaving footprints behind. The big guys were now shivering. I just shook my head. We went into a cave. I had to crouch down. "Alright, is someone going to explain what we're doing here?" I turned around. Fury appeared. "We found him" "I figured as much but any chance you found my will to live too?" Everyone looked at me.

Krasinski smirked. "Agent Evans" Fury warned me. I raised my hands showing I wasn't going to say anything else. "Come take a look" I followed him. "Look" a human being covered in ice was laying underneath heat lamps. As I took a closer look. "Steve" I sighed. Touching his cold face.

Strange men were looking for a heartbeat. My brain had trouble taking it all in. "Is he-" Fury cut me off. "He's alive."

"Why am I here Fury" I felt like bawling my eyes out. I touched his forehead. "We're going to transport him we need you here for when or if he wakes up" I nodded. I was so happy to see him.

*2 days later*

Alarms were blaring. Red lights were flashing on and off. I sighed and put my coffee down. "I can never get some peace" It was all hands on deck right now. I fastened my pace to see what going on. When I ran into the main room. When I got there everything was broken. "God damn it Steve" I just kept walking at the same pace. Trying to figure out where they were running to.

Once I figured that out, I started running. I was the only one without any weapons. Not that I mind. I soon found myself standing in the middle of Times Square. He was surrounded by SHIELD agents. They pulled out their guns.

Panic rushed over me and I just decided to stand in between the agents and steve. "Woah, hey no need for guns!" I was standing there with my arms spread. "Lower your weapons" I yelled. As Fury gave the command, they lowered their guns. "What's happening?" my heart is beating fast. I just turned around. "Hi, Steve" Steve's eyes were bout t fall out of his head. Maybe this wasn't Fury's best move.

"Ransom?"

"Welcome home"

—-

We finally went back into a Shield base. As everything calmed down I managed to get steve into one of the offices here at shield. "H-how did you get here?" Steve was walking back and forth. I was just sitting back with my feet up on the table with my hands crossed over my stomach. "Howard sent me to the future, I got stuck, you know same old" I leaned my head back.

Steve's face contorted. "Huh?" I was amused by the confused look on his face. "You have a lot to catch up on" I sighed. I stood up and walked towards him. "I'm just very happy and surprised to see you" I opened my arms indicating that I wanted to hug him.

He hesitated at first but then he hugged me tightly. "I missed you too," he said as he let go. "Let me get you some regular clothes" I opened the door and walked to a room where they kept spare clothes.

He slowly followed me looking around like he was sneaking into a building. I laughed and shook my head. "Relax they aren't going to hurt you. I promise I wouldn't let that happen" He just nodded and relaxed a little bit.

I picked up a white shirt and held it in front of me. "Extra large should do it, right?" I looked up. Steve smiled and nodded. I started looking for pants and found some old blue jeans, hoping they were the right size. "There you go" I gave it to him and he went behind some lockers.

I sat down on some benches in the middle of the room. Almost immediately steve appeared again. The shirt I gave him was tight around him. I bit the inside of my cheek a feeling of melancholy and nostalgia washed over me. I pulled my knees up to my chest as Steve sat next to me.

"You look great," he said. He leaned a bit forward. His forearms were leaning against his thighs, his fingers crossed into each other. "Thanks, so do you for coming out of the ice" Steve chuckled. I looked at my watch. "Are you hungry Captain?" he looked me in the eyes. "Yes, Famished!" he stood up. I laughed. "We've come a long way from the '30s," I said. "Oh, I don't don't doubt that" he sighed. "What happened to times square?" I just shook my head. "It was like that when I got here" Steve laughed. We were walking through the hall.

People were looking at us. I don't blame them. I felt almost tiny next to him. We soon got to my car. He stopped walking. "What's wrong?" I turned around. His face answered it for me. "Audi e-Tron it's very comfortable," I said opening the door. "Get in!" Steve followed suit.

I drove off to my apartment. I was well aware that Fury was going to call me. "Now tell me how did you get her?" Steve asked. I sighed. "Back in 1947 Howard made a time machine and he sent me to the year 1999," I said. "I ended up in Bern Switzerland" Steve raised his eyebrows. "Then what happened?" Steve asked as I hit the brake to stop at a red light.

I instinctively grabbed my ear like was reliving that moment. "I tried to connect with Howard once I couldn't get a hold of him I ran" I pushed the gas pedal when the light turned green again. "I ran into Tony Stark" I looked sideways. "Who?" "Howards Son" Steve's eyebrows went up. "He got married?" "Yeah," I said biting my lip.

A few minutes later we arrived at my apartment. I parked my car and got out. Steve Followed me up as I opened the door. JARVIS greeted me. "Welcome home Ma'am" I smiled and threw my jacket on the sofa. "Make yourself at home," I said. Then Jarvis greeted him. "Welcome back sir" Steve looked around mesmerized.

—

1947.

Howard.

"What did you do to my wife?" I pushed buttons. A wave of panic rushed over me. Jack grabbed the collar of my shirt. It wrapped so tightly around my throat that I had trouble breathing. Peggy jumped between us. "Jack! Let him go" Jack let me go, but I toppled over and hit my head. "I am going to have your head for this!" Jack yelled as he walked out.

Everything went dark.

Hours later I woke up. My head was pounding. Memories of what happened came back flooding back to me. "Howard," Peggy said as she slid off her chair. Tears sprung from my eyes as I looked at the ceiling. "What have I done?"I just started sobbing. "Oh, darling" I fell into her arms.

"It wasn't my intention I don't know what went wrong" I sighed. "We'll figure it out," Peggy said shushing me. After a while, I was able to get up. I adjusted my clothes. As I looked into the mirror. "You didn't do this on purpose," Peggy said. I looked into the mirror. My face looked the same way I felt. A mess. "It looks like it" I simply said. "I deserve whatever is coming my way" Peggy gave me a sorry look. "I'm here for you all the way" she placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Get back to the lab Howard, call whoever you need to call, and get your head back in the game" she ushered me. Then she turned around and walked out of the room. Her heels clicked on the floor. I was left alone in the room.

I looked in the mirror again, hitting it. It broke and fell into pieces. They were clattering against the sink.

—

2012.

Ransom

* The following text contains adult content read at your own risk*

I looked into the mirror. Water was streaming down my face as I just had washed it. The workout Steve and I did almost killed me. "This is the last time I go running with you" Steve laughed as he walked out of the shower.

"I'm sorry" he laughed. "Don't worry about it" I turned around Steve was standing there with a towel around his middle. Water was dripping from his chest. It started glistening from the sun shining on it.

The sight of him like that struck me. I didn't understand where this feeling was coming from as it wasn't the first time I saw him shirtless. There was just something about him today...

He walked past me. "The shower is free," he said. The door behind him fell closed. I sighed and went into the shower. 15 minutes later I got out and dried myself off and put on my clothes. As I pulled off the towel from my head steve walked in.

As I jumped up Steve apologized. "Sorry should've knocked" I just shook my head. "It's fine," I said. "It's not like I was naked" I laughed. Steve walked in and stood behind me fixing his hair. He was still walking around in his towel. "I'm sure it doesn't look bad. I blushed.

Steve walked out again. The decision I made then and there was one I'd probably regret or cherish for the rest of my life. I ran up behind him and grabbed his arm. "What's wro–" I kissed him. He pulled back. I felt instantly guilty the moment I locked eyes with him. His eyes darted all over my face as his hands traveled to my neck. He was softly placing them there. "I'm sorry" I sighed. He was towering over me. He didn't say anything, he just kissed me in response.

I wrapped my arms around his waist as his fingers traveled through my wet hair slightly tugging it, making me moan. A trail of clothes followed as we made our way to the bed. The only thing left was the towel he was wearing. I removed it.

I locked eyes with him again. "Are you sure?" he asked. I nodded. "Yes," we locked lips again. My body felt sweaty and hot every time he touched my body. Steve picked me up and put me down soft and swiftly on the bed. He hovered over me. His lips went to the side of my head, down to my neck.

My hand traveled to his head where I tangled my fingers in his hair—softly tugging on it. It made Steve moan, sending shivers down my spine. His kisses trailed down my chest and down to my stomach, to my inner thigh. My breath hitched as he got closer. I grabbed his hair again as his tongue moved slowly.

His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him. After a while, he came up kissing me again. I took it as my chance to change positions, making me sit on top. Steve smiled. "God, you're hot" he whispered. I bowed down and kissed him again.

I could feel him against me. I took him in my hands giving him soft strokes as I positioned him. I lowered myself onto him. His hands went to my hips again helping me move...

* DISCLAIMER*

This chapter contains some adult content. Read at your own risk. 

2011.

Ransom.

"I need your help," Fury said. "I don't work for you anymore, Nick," I said while drinking my coffee. Somehow Nick found his way into my apartment. I was living a few blocks away from STARK industries. It used to be the old apartment where I lived with Jack decades ago.

Lucky for me I had no one over. "I know, but for this, I need your help" he sounded desperate. I straightened my back and sat my coffee mug down on the kitchen counter. "What do you need?" I sighed. "An old friend of yours resurfaced" I frowned. "Huh?" I frowned. All my friends or family were either dead or were killed.

"Just come with me Evans," Fury said. "I better be on time for work" I warned and went to put on some clothes. It was not too fancy. I was wearing jeans and a thin shirt. I had a brown leather jacket laying in my closet that had been falling out of it for a few days now. I took it as a hint and put it on.

When I picked it up I saw that it was one from when SHIELD was still the SSR. I smiled. Oh, how I missed it.

I walked out and decided to let my hair hang loose. "Ready?" I nodded and we both walked out. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Nice jacket" Nick ignored my question. "Thanks" I started to have an idea as to where he was taking me but I just decided to shut up and see.

After a while, I noticed we were going to one of shields' hangars. Everyone was running to set up the airplane. "Man, I am going to be late for work." Natacha behind me laughed. "Don't worry, you called in sick" I rolled my eyes. "I'm 64 years old Natacha I have never taken a day off" Natacha laughed. "Sure, boomer" I rolled my eyes.

I finally got on the plane "Will someone tell me where we're going?" I looked around at the people around me. They just ignored me. "Not even you, johnson?" I also just ignored me and walked off. "Your grandmother would be very disappointed!" I yelled as he didn't answer.

All I kept thinking was that Tony probably knew I was here and I was starting to get a hunch about where I was going. Even tho I told myself I wasn't. "You guys found him didn't you?" I looked at the guy sitting next to me. He looked left and right making sure no one would hear him. "Yes, ma'am" I smiled. "Here," he gave me a sweater a beanie, and a thick scarf. I didn't ask any questions after that.

I put everything On. Including heavy shoes. "Thank you eh.." I looked for a name tag. "Krasinski" I smiled again. "You're welcome" he nodded. They also offered me a SHIELD jacket but I respectfully declined. I stuck with the SSR jacket. Sometime later we touched down.

The cold air hit me in the face and sent a shiver down my spine. A bunch of big muscley guys surrounded me. I'd like to think it's because they're protecting me. It felt like it when Krasinski showed up next to me. "You know, you look a lot like your grandfather," I said. He also smiled and nodded again.

He wasn't a talker like his grandfather. Footsteps kept crackling in the snow leaving footprints behind. The big guys were now shivering. I just shook my head. We went into a cave. I had to crouch down. "Alright, is someone going to explain what we're doing here?" I turned around. Fury appeared. "We found him" "I figured as much but any chance you found my will to live too?" Everyone looked at me.

Krasinski smirked. "Agent Evans" Fury warned me. I raised my hands showing I wasn't going to say anything else. "Come take a look" I followed him. "Look" a human being covered in ice was laying underneath heat lamps. As I took a closer look. "Steve" I sighed. Touching his cold face.

Strange men were looking for a heartbeat. My brain had trouble taking it all in. "Is he-" Fury cut me off. "He's alive."

"Why am I here Fury" I felt like bawling my eyes out. I touched his forehead. "We're going to transport him we need you here for when or if he wakes up" I nodded. I was so happy to see him.

*2 days later*

Alarms were blaring. Red lights were flashing on and off. I sighed and put my coffee down. "I can never get some peace" It was all hands on deck right now. I fastened my pace to see what going on. When I ran into the main room. When I got there everything was broken. "God damn it Steve" I just kept walking at the same pace. Trying to figure out where they were running to.

Once I figured that out, I started running. I was the only one without any weapons. Not that I mind. I soon found myself standing in the middle of Times Square. He was surrounded by SHIELD agents. They pulled out their guns.

Panic rushed over me and I just decided to stand in between the agents and steve. "Woah, hey no need for guns!" I was standing there with my arms spread. "Lower your weapons" I yelled. As Fury gave the command, they lowered their guns. "What's happening?" my heart is beating fast. I just turned around. "Hi, Steve" Steve's eyes were bout t fall out of his head. Maybe this wasn't Fury's best move.

"Ransom?"

"Welcome home"

—-

We finally went back into a Shield base. As everything calmed down I managed to get steve into one of the offices here at shield. "H-how did you get here?" Steve was walking back and forth. I was just sitting back with my feet up on the table with my hands crossed over my stomach. "Howard sent me to the future, I got stuck, you know same old" I leaned my head back.

Steve's face contorted. "Huh?" I was amused by the confused look on his face. "You have a lot to catch up on" I sighed. I stood up and walked towards him. "I'm just very happy and surprised to see you" I opened my arms indicating that I wanted to hug him.

He hesitated at first but then he hugged me tightly. "I missed you too," he said as he let go. "Let me get you some regular clothes" I opened the door and walked to a room where they kept spare clothes.

He slowly followed me looking around like he was sneaking into a building. I laughed and shook my head. "Relax they aren't going to hurt you. I promise I wouldn't let that happen" He just nodded and relaxed a little bit.

I picked up a white shirt and held it in front of me. "Extra large should do it, right?" I looked up. Steve smiled and nodded. I started looking for pants and found some old blue jeans, hoping they were the right size. "There you go" I gave it to him and he went behind some lockers.

I sat down on some benches in the middle of the room. Almost immediately steve appeared again. The shirt I gave him was tight around him. I bit the inside of my cheek a feeling of melancholy and nostalgia washed over me. I pulled my knees up to my chest as Steve sat next to me.

"You look great," he said. He leaned a bit forward. His forearms were leaning against his thighs, his fingers crossed into each other. "Thanks, so do you for coming out of the ice" Steve chuckled. I looked at my watch. "Are you hungry Captain?" he looked me in the eyes. "Yes, Famished!" he stood up. I laughed. "We've come a long way from the '30s," I said. "Oh, I don't don't doubt that" he sighed. "What happened to times square?" I just shook my head. "It was like that when I got here" Steve laughed. We were walking through the hall.

People were looking at us. I don't blame them. I felt almost tiny next to him. We soon got to my car. He stopped walking. "What's wrong?" I turned around. His face answered it for me. "Audi e-Tron it's very comfortable," I said opening the door. "Get in!" Steve followed suit.

I drove off to my apartment. I was well aware that Fury was going to call me. "Now tell me how did you get her?" Steve asked. I sighed. "Back in 1947 Howard made a time machine and he sent me to the year 1999," I said. "I ended up in Bern Switzerland" Steve raised his eyebrows. "Then what happened?" Steve asked as I hit the brake to stop at a red light.

I instinctively grabbed my ear like was reliving that moment. "I tried to connect with Howard once I couldn't get a hold of him I ran" I pushed the gas pedal when the light turned green again. "I ran into Tony Stark" I looked sideways. "Who?" "Howards Son" Steve's eyebrows went up. "He got married?" "Yeah," I said biting my lip.

A few minutes later we arrived at my apartment. I parked my car and got out. Steve Followed me up as I opened the door. JARVIS greeted me. "Welcome home Ma'am" I smiled and threw my jacket on the sofa. "Make yourself at home," I said. Then Jarvis greeted him. "Welcome back sir" Steve looked around mesmerized.

—

1947.

Howard.

"What did you do to my wife?" I pushed buttons. A wave of panic rushed over me. Jack grabbed the collar of my shirt. It wrapped so tightly around my throat that I had trouble breathing. Peggy jumped between us. "Jack! Let him go" Jack let me go, but I toppled over and hit my head. "I am going to have your head for this!" Jack yelled as he walked out.

Everything went dark.

Hours later I woke up. My head was pounding. Memories of what happened came back flooding back to me. "Howard," Peggy said as she slid off her chair. Tears sprung from my eyes as I looked at the ceiling. "What have I done?"I just started sobbing. "Oh, darling" I fell into her arms.

"It wasn't my intention I don't know what went wrong" I sighed. "We'll figure it out," Peggy said shushing me. After a while, I was able to get up. I adjusted my clothes. As I looked into the mirror. "You didn't do this on purpose," Peggy said. I looked into the mirror. My face looked the same way I felt. A mess. "It looks like it" I simply said. "I deserve whatever is coming my way" Peggy gave me a sorry look. "I'm here for you all the way" she placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Get back to the lab Howard, call whoever you need to call, and get your head back in the game" she ushered me. Then she turned around and walked out of the room. Her heels clicked on the floor. I was left alone in the room.

I looked in the mirror again, hitting it. It broke and fell into pieces. They were clattering against the sink.

—

2012.

Ransom

* The following text contains adult content read at your own risk*

I looked into the mirror. Water was streaming down my face as I just had washed it. The workout Steve and I did almost killed me. "This is the last time I go running with you" Steve laughed as he walked out of the shower.

"I'm sorry" he laughed. "Don't worry about it" I turned around Steve was standing there with a towel around his middle. Water was dripping from his chest. It started glistening from the sun shining on it.

The sight of him like that struck me. I didn't understand where this feeling was coming from as it wasn't the first time I saw him shirtless. There was just something about him today...

He walked past me. "The shower is free," he said. The door behind him fell closed. I sighed and went into the shower. 15 minutes later I got out and dried myself off and put on my clothes. As I pulled off the towel from my head steve walked in.

As I jumped up Steve apologized. "Sorry should've knocked" I just shook my head. "It's fine," I said. "It's not like I was naked" I laughed. Steve walked in and stood behind me fixing his hair. He was still walking around in his towel. "I'm sure it doesn't look bad. I blushed.

Steve walked out again. The decision I made then and there was one I'd probably regret or cherish for the rest of my life. I ran up behind him and grabbed his arm. "What's wro–" I kissed him. He pulled back. I felt instantly guilty the moment I locked eyes with him. His eyes darted all over my face as his hands traveled to my neck. He was softly placing them there. "I'm sorry" I sighed. He was towering over me. He didn't say anything, he just kissed me in response.

I wrapped my arms around his waist as his fingers traveled through my wet hair slightly tugging it, making me moan. A trail of clothes followed as we made our way to the bed. The only thing left was the towel he was wearing. I removed it.

I locked eyes with him again. "Are you sure?" he asked. I nodded. "Yes," we locked lips again. My body felt sweaty and hot every time he touched my body. Steve picked me up and put me down soft and swiftly on the bed. He hovered over me. His lips went to the side of my head, down to my neck.

My hand traveled to his head where I tangled my fingers in his hair—softly tugging on it. It made Steve moan, sending shivers down my spine. His kisses trailed down my chest and down to my stomach, to my inner thigh. My breath hitched as he got closer. I grabbed his hair again as his tongue moved slowly.

His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him. After a while, he came up kissing me again. I took it as my chance to change positions, making me sit on top. Steve smiled. "God, you're hot" he whispered. I bowed down and kissed him again.

I could feel him against me. I took him in my hands giving him soft strokes as I positioned him. I lowered myself onto him. His hands went to my hips again helping me move...

Next Chapter

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The kitties and the magic window.

So I found a 24/7 channel that shows bird and squirrel feeders and I have to say, I don't know who's enjoying it more - me or the cats. I have a large screen, so a grey squirrel is about Beanie's size. They love sitting up on the TV stand and sometimes look behind the screen, trying to figure out why the window is only one way. Or they will watch from the floor, or on top of the bookshelves where they have beds. Once in a while they will chatter.

It's a peaceful morning, but I'm wiped from the 12 tubes of blood extracted in 72 hours. The smallest takes a tablespoon, the big ones take two. I've had almost a cup of blood outgoing this week.

I have some fic in the pipeline, the house is clean enough, and the big laundry is coming back today. I'm still too weak to do a full laundromat run, or dive up and down those stairs carrying that laundry basket. Maybe if I get a laundry bag backpack?

More medical is upcoming. I have my GP, cancer rehab, and thyroid doc next week and then the labs and colonoscopy the last week of the year. Thankfully NOTHING in the week between, unless they decide to shoot me into a PET scanner somewhere. I wonder if one can become 'medically weary' in that you think of medical visits and scans and just get tired. They're trying to cram everything in that they can before the new year starts and all their patients go into the donut hole once again.

I've been going through Mom's estate inventory and thinking about the difference Between the late cohort Silents/early cohort Boomers and their Gen X kids. These people who were born during the Depression and WW2 were the smallest generation, and believed that they were their Stuff. We've believed that to own is to be, and that you could manifest the life you want through stuff. In Mom's last quarter century, she bought stuff and stuff and stuff. eBay - as long as she could use her computer, auctions, yard sales. It's endless. I'm trying to Unstuff, and she was packing it in.

This weekend is restock time, cooking time, present-buying time, but also time to curl up with reading, writing for Chissmas, and a warm nest of blankets with kitties.

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Pink Power Rankings, Pt. 3

You’ve (hopefully for me) waited, now you have it. The next chapter of Pink Power Rankings! I had a good time doing Parts One and Two and have been wanting to do Part Three for some time and I needed to look for more pop culture sources involving the color pink. Here I look at moments in TV and Film featuring women and girls (and other feminine presenting folks) moments in the color pink and I analyze if this is a case of pink representing feminine power or vulnerability under a Patriarchal structure.

Spoilers Ahead

Pictured above are the many versions of the Pink Ranger from the Power Rangers series.

Mei Lee

We are gonna take a trip into Chinese Culture, early 2000s fashion, adolescence, and the push and pull between family traditions and honoring your own spirit. Buckle up.

First Red: Mei Mei lives in a multitude of cultures. First she is a Millennial who likes boy bands and soda pop who tries to be a straight A student and proper daughter to her (likely) Boomer elders, she is a Chinese Canadian girl who wakes up find herself as a giant fluffy red panda. Chinese Flag, Chinese Culture, Canadian flag, red pandas, anger, passion, menstruation: what do they have in common? The color red. In Chinese culture, red (along with the complementary yet opposite on the color spectrum, green) is a lucky color; it’s a festive color, the color of beauty, good fortune, vitality, and happiness. Mei is an adorable girl who has a bright future ahead of her and she is a energetic, go-getter who hardly lets things get her down. According to Ericksen Translations, Red in the Western World evokes excitement, love, danger, passion, and anger, Indian cultures consider red to be the color of purity, Latin America can pair red with white for religious connotations, and red is infamously used by totalitarian regimes. That last part is important because Mei Mei is butting heads with her green (another lucky color in Chinese culture, unless you are a man wearing a hat) and blue (the color of sadness and motherhood in Western culture) clad mother, who lacked the community of good friends with different perspectives (or any) and was so bound up in duty and guilt/intergenerational trauma to see that her daughter needs to join in the pursuits of her age group. 

This even shows up in how Mei was dressed (and as a testament to the film, showcases the changing seasons in Toronto, coinciding with the themes regarding puberty): she starts the film wearing a red cardigan sweater, a flared skirt, leggings, sneakers, still a hip little girl but cardigans (along with collared shirts) evoke “Classic Fashion”, they evoke an image of British aristocratic women, 1950s housewives and secretaries, D.C. Office Ladies, they transcend time and are safe. TL;DR, they are “Good Girl” clothes, the kind of clothes that don’t make waves (sartorially nor with the status quo). 

On the other hand, polo shirts (especially if they were layered), were the it shirt for the 2000s. After Clueless hit theaters in 1995, there was a resurgence in preppy styles, especially for young women, with palettes becoming brighter and brighter. And when we see Mei Mei at the end of the film: we find her in a light pink polo shirt with the latest in Y2K accessories (spot the hair clips, earrings, and choker), showing that she has embraced her own voice and panda and living openly. It’s a good thing her outlook is so bright, she is gonna be one of  many Millennials likely affected by the 2008 Recession and the now current COVID-19 pandemic.

Power Ranking: A 10, 24/7, 365!

Monica Lewinsky 

Here we will focus on dissecting the serialized interpretation of Monica Lewinsky (as played by exquisite Beanie Feldstein) rather than the real person I simp over; Monica, in real life and in the series based on events in her 20s, is an utterly femme-y woman but pink is not a power color within the series. We see her wear it in loungewear, chatting on the phone with her treacherous friend (the never can be too maligned) Linda Tripp (Sarah Paulson in one of her problematic roles) or in a sleepover scene or as a robe or in a romantic nightie and here, in a scene where she has a tumultuous argument with President Bill Clinton (Clive Owen looking a tad svelte) where they finally break up. One can surmise that Pink is the color of vulnerability for Monica, as it makes her small and easy to take advantage of by an older colleague and lover. 

In short: it’s the color of both femininity and vulnerability and we see Linda and First Lady Hillary Clinton wear it themselves in subdued and pastel versions, nodding to their age. But onto Monica and how she could (or could not) fall into the same subued pastels as these women who are contemporaries of her own more youthful and glamorous mother (played by the uber-talented Mira Sorvino); pink for Monica symbolizes her femininity (which she was lampooned for as a bimbo and valley girl), her warmth (a quality that people are surprised to learn she has once meeting her), her beauty (her blessing and a curse, as she diets like crazy), her sexuality (despite the Sexual Revolution, society is still slut-shamey and hasn’t reformed enough for abuse of power to become a thing of the past), and her romantic nature and sadly due to Bill being the ultimate fuck-boy of the late-20th Century, is likely to become the embittered nag (Hillary) or hag (Linda) that is vilified in the media, or rather her ultimate fate as punching bag and sex object. 

Monica was in soft pastels for her loungewear outfits but this sweater is a bold, saturated coral pink that matches her emotions. After screaming at secretary Betty Currie (the one and only Rae Dawn Chong), which bad move Monica, she gets Bill to lament how horrible she is (really the whole thing is his damn fault), projecting and using Betty’s history of being a Black woman under Jim Crow to manipulate Monica “a fucking 24 year old” and how he thought she was “a good girl” which earns him a hearty “fuck you!” from her and they decide to break off, her even turning down his pleas to resume after his term is over, but he resolves to help her get the job she wants and she quits the Pentagon for the greener pastures (or rather the lipstick) of Revlon where her intelligence and beauty savvy will be put to work. 

Oh girly, you aren’t out of the woods. On a simp-y note: I want to note what costume designer Meredith Markworth-Pollack described Monica as an “innately a sexual woman, she’s flirtatious, she’s sensual, she’s curvy, she’s magnetic”...basically Monica has the same energy as Joan Holloway of Mad Men, another mistreated and sexualized woman who was a victim of her time and place and underestimated as a person and intellect due to her gender. But both women, as Tom and Lorenzo once said: “She took charge of her life and owned her mistakes” when comparing Joan to Liz Taylor (a vivacious dark-haired bombshell who was noted for her sensuality and mocked for her weight) and became producer. *chef’s kiss*

Power Ranking: 5.5 (like a phoenix she will rise out of the ashes).

Eleanor Wong

I love this look, it’s giving Grace Kelly meets Betty Draper Francis’s hidden Italian haute couture side. The chic updo, the jewelry, bejeweled bodice, cinched waistline, full pink tulle skirt, and the long gloves all scream “Mid Century Movie Glamour”. Eleanor showed up with her friend Devi to the Winter Dance stag to support friend Fabiola and her girlfriend Eve’s bid for Winter Dance Royalty. The girls also lament their love life, having broken up with boys before. But Luck be a Lady tonight, for these two ladies in fabulous formal wear. Devi gets to go with her older and popular boyfriend Paxton while Eleanor gets the attentions of Paxton’s dopey friend (they are so cute a couple) and gets to tell Ben, Devi’s entitled ex who always called Devi “David” and competed with her and called the girls the racist, misogynistic moniker of “Unfuckable Nerds” or UN (as Harriyanna Hook once said: “No boy alive who called me ugly was ever hotter than me”). Eleanor gets to tell a heartbroken Ben that Devi did care for him but she and Fabi told him he wasn’t good enough and gave a dismissive apology granted he ends up with Devi but Fab and Eleanor show that if wants her, he gonna have to prove himself.

Good. For. Her.

Power Ranking: 11. 

Joyce Prigger

She emerges in a dusty rose suit and a floral blouse with grey-blue and orchid shades, youthful and ready to make an impression. Perhaps while wearing the colors of the gender binary and of power as defined by a patriarchal culture built on hierarchy. Sadly, this ambitious revolutionary has to kiss corporate ass and is failing. “The Matriarchy Awakens” is a clever tagline, but not a magazine title but there is a need for a matriarchy in an era when men can feel free to comment on other women’s bodies and their presentation with little to no consequence, where women are encouraged to diet but them exercising reproductive choice is taboo, where women are gaslighted into being silent about their concerns or wants. So young, Seven Sisters educated Joyce Prigger goes to a magazine convention to shop around her ideas for a feminist magazine that is sadly drier than the Southern California climate after being harassed by construction workers and to tone-deaf corporate heads who still like the idea of women building their whole lives and self-esteem around them. 

So another man suggests he can sell her magazine with a crispier, tender title for his pornography publishing business: Minx. She is reluctant (she hasn’t made it to sex positive feminism yet) and walks off the convention getting harassed by the same construction worker and telling him to fuck off.

It’s a start, but articles about marital rape are gonna need pics of hot men in the buff.

Power Ranking: 6.

Kamala Nandiawanda

About four decades later and we meet another young woman who is coping with tone-deaf males in a profession she has ambition for, with the added weight of being a non-European woman in a White Supremacist Patriarchy. Kamala does what her aunt (and what nameless women in male-dominated circles) have done, keep her head down and smile while doing work that she is not getting credit for. And submit to their little games where they make her their video game damsel in distress and have her dress up according to their desires. 

At some point she goes to her teenage cousin for help and her teenage cousin Devi (a known hothead) tells her she doesn’t has to take anyone’s shit and that men like her colleagues like seeing Asian Women as submissive and easy to abuse. Kamala eventually threatens her mentor with a lawsuit and going to feminist minded groups and reporting him. 

Power Ranking: 5 (this was one of many straws that broke the camel’s back).

Julia Child

In the HBO Max unofficial sequel to Julie and Julia, a film that partially focused on the beginning of Julia Child’s career as the co-author of a popular cookbook that demystified French cooking to ordinary Americans, we meet Julia Child enjoying her new life in Massachusetts and on the heels of the popularity of Mastering the Art of French Cooking as she works on the 2nd addition. As a promotion on public television, she spontaneously fixes an omelette on air in her folksy and comedic style and is offered the opportunity to host her own cooking show. Not a TV owner (much less viewer), she is somewhat skeptical but becomes increasingly enthused and considers hosting her own show despite the skepticism of a few.

Power Ranking: 10, bon appetit!

Robin Buckley

Here is Robin Buckley: in frills she is not accustomed to nor her preference (foisted on her by the more miniscule Nancy Wheeler) with the highly femme outfits constricting her, especially around her neck. Nancy gives the awkward (honestly likely neurodivergent) Robin a script to follow as they try to glean information from a mental institution about one of their patients. Robin, when the interview goes nowhere, Robin goes off script and talks about how no one takes girls seriously and gets them access to their patient.

Power Ranking: 9.5

Suga Mama

“When I’m an old woman, I shall wear purple, with a red hat that doesn’t quite go...”, welp Suga Mama doesn’t need to dress so garish and formal to command attention as a woman over 50. Ever since The Proud Family premiered in 2001, Suga Mama was a hip granny and a force to be reckoned, no one not even her son, held her back. 

Power Ranking: 10

Heather Chandler

ModernGurlz sussed out Heather so well, so I like to look at the film a bit from her point of view from when she was alive.

Picture it: Ohio 1989. You are the Queen Bee of your high school with three loyal underlings who do your bidding, even humiliating the school fat girl. You act like you are better than everyone else but you deep down feel insecure, nothing impresses you, the boys are either bores or objectify you, so you hit a college party hoping to find a mature option. Big Mistake, as he coerces you into oral sex while you are really wanting to go back to the party. You then stare at your reflection in self-hatred and then the next morning you wake up in a hangover and your friend, who you feel screwed you over for fighting back with her own college hook-up is with the school weirdo. You drink their hangover cure and it’s disgusting and what?

You have entered the afterlife and it’s so boring.

Power Ranking: 0

Louise Belcher

The #girlboss of the Belcher Clan, her late grandmother’s granddaughter, the one who solved a murder and saved everyone from an explosion involving flammable teddy bears in a slow-moving ride. Owner of her grandmother’s pink cap turned bunny hat.

Power Ranking: 10

Lisa Simpson

The long-running The Simpsons is a subversive take on classic family sitcom tropes and American Traditionalist “family values”, where the straight A and principled Lisa Simpson is often clad in a light pink and puff-sleeved dress with a classic party dress design. American Christian Tradition and Values writ in fabric: but Lisa subverts these values by staying true to her moral compass and often that means pissing off the social order. 

In this case it’s clearing her brother Bart’s name after he was framed as a thief during collection, the truth is he fell for the sweet looking and pretty preacher’s daughter’s manipulations who tells him no one will believe him because Springfield is classist and elitist like many small-towns (there I said it). Lisa takes the pulpit to urge people to confess their sins, no takers from Jessica Lovejoy so Lisa points her out and the town sees that Jessica kept several weeks of collection money under her bed, a cry for help to her parents who care more about looking right than being good parents.

Power Ranking: 11

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🧸 for Sabrina, please? - fourlittleseedlings

Prompt from this post |🧸 - A soft plushie

"Another one down, Gray." Calahan reloaded his MBP.50, fully determined to finish the task silently and beat Sabrina's time. "Almost sound like you're humble-bragging, kid." "You're the one that dared me to do it.", came as response, followed by a wink. The F.A.N.G. Center, now turned into another Eden's Gate outpost was swarming with Peggies and Judges. Sabrina looked at the the giant waving Bear statue among the pine trees and wondered what had happened to the beloved mascot of Hope County's animal sanctuary after the Project had overtaken its home.

When Hartley called her the day before and said he has something fun planned, Sabrina wasn't sure what to expect, especially when usually almost all of his ideas ended up in chaos. Stepping back into the Whitetail Mountains and risking tipping Jacob Seed off about her presence certainly wasn't something she had on her to-do list. She was in no rush to come face to face with him again anytime soon. "You gonna get the last alarm?" "Shh, don't ruin my concentration. Damn, this guy is taking his sweet time pissing. I'm about to break my rule about not shooting a man with his pants down." "Like my view is that much better. Another truck pulling in from the South, more wolves." "Is Jacob building an army of Judges or what?", Cal pulled the trigger as he said that, cleaning out another cult member. "Won't put it past him and to think he wanted to get his hands on Boomer." Sabrina didn't want to imagine her loyal companion's fate if he ended up in one of the experiments of the oldest Seed. "And that's your potential brother-in-law you're talking about… Fucking insane, Gray." "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." "Joking. But seriously, whatever you see in John… I'm glad you're happy." As of recently Calahan was making efforts to get along with John or at least control himself more and not start a petty war anytime they were in the same room. It's... progress. "Aw. Wait until he hears you almost complimented him." "Don't you dare." The outpost was almost empty and with a minute remaining on the clock. "Last one!" The F.A.N.G. Center now belonged to the Resistence, no doubt something Jacob wouldn't be too happy about. Calahan and Sabrina set on their usual rotation of checking for civilians that might have been locked up and gathering ressources. "A gift, my lady." With a cheeky smile, Hartley presented her a Cheeseburger plushie he had picked up from a pile inside the center's office. "Aw. Why, thank you." Sabrina hugged the soft stuffed bear close to her chest, "I'm so getting one for Savannah." "Now come take a picture of me with the Cheeseburger cut-out." It was typical Cal: turning a liberation operation for the Resistance into a mischievous photoshoot. "Hey, over here!", a man wearing a beanie and Cheeseburger T-shirt called out to them. He thanked Sabrina and Hartley for helping push Eden's Gate out of the F.A.N.G. Center. "I'm Wade. Wade Fowler. Me and my brother ran the center before Jacob's people barged in. After the way you handled them Peggies, I might have the task just for you two." "How can we help?", Sabrina asked. "The cult tried to take Cheeseburger, so I set him free. Last I heard, he was causing all sorts of mayhem, someone should go find him, make sure he's alright." Calahan turned to Sabrina, giving her a devilish smile, "How about we go get ourselves a friendly Grizzly, Gray?"