anotherlongstoryshort said: Frigga should just take the throne instead of one of her issue-ridden kids, I mean really.
An AU where Frigga rules Asgard and raises her children while Odin runs around, I don’t know, stabbing things or something. Sif and Val can protect the realm on their own, so that frees him up to take some really long naps. No one cares how long your Odinsleep lasts, dude, really.
Where the new incarnation of SHIELD is helmed by Maria Hill, because she’s actually experienced and the next in line after Fury. Sharon Carter is her second, and they both bitch out the Avengers on a regular basis. Coulson can continue shepherding his bus of broken toys around, except with Maria needs May’s support. Victoria Hand is, of course, shacked up somewhere with Sitwell. Not sleeping together, mind out of the gutter. But they were both behind on “Game of Thrones,” and with both of them being fake dead, it seemed like a good chance to get caught up.
Where Pepper Potts smashed through the wall and rushed Maya Hanson to the ER and now Maya heads R&D and Pepper runs the company and Tony just plays with his bots and is perfectly happy inventing completely unmarketable stuff.
Where Natasha is the poised, controlled public face of the Avengers because she can actually handle it without showing up drunk or having a panic attack or telling a reporter to do something anatomically impossible.
Where Betty has turned down job offers from StarkIndustries and SHIELD but takes a post with Empire University, just close enough and just far enough away. She teaches and does the research she wants to do and in her spare time, she founded a group of scientists that serve as public interest watchdogs and whistle blowers. They focus attention on military, government and industry work, demanding transparency and high safety standards. She meets Bruce in the park, once a week, early in the day or late in the afternoon, when there’s fewer people and less chance of something happening. She holds his hand the entire time, and sometimes that’s all they do. Walk and hold hands.
Where Gwen Stacey goes to London and still writes to Peter, emails and real letters, because she will always be his friend and his lodestone, even if they’re not together any more. Because part of being an adult is realizing that you can love someone, and have that not be enough. Sometimes. Loving someone. Means letting them go. And wishing with all your heart for them to be happy and safe. And Peter loves her, and is so happy for her, because he is growing up, and becoming the hero he’s always tried so hard to be. And Gwen sets him up with this girl she knows back in New York, maybe he’ll like Mary Jane, and maybe Mary Jane would like him…
Where Peggy Carter builds up SHIELD with dozens of the female intelligence workers and codebreakers and technicians and secretaries, stolen from the US Military and Betchley Park and Hedy Lamarr is the ultimate spy and the one who explained to Howard Stark just what would happen to his balls if he didn’t learn to keep his hands to himself. It involves liquid nitrogen and he learned to keep his hands to himself.
Where the contributions of the women of this verse don’t begin with being a love interest and end with their death.
Where they create a vibrant, brilliant, balanced world, not in spite of the male characters, but with them. Because it’s a better world with them in it.
melancholily24 said: Hey Chuck! Love your work. What advice would you give for young writers?
Okay, long answer here. A writer friend, Doug Coupland, recently told me about medical studies that suggest the final developmental changes in the human brain occur around the age of 31. When asked, most people — for the rest of their lives, regardless of their actual age — will say they feel 31 years old. I’d written for several years, but at 31 I wrote ‘Fight Club’ and that age seemed to allow me the peace to sit and concentrate. A peace I didn’t have in my 20’s. My advice is to live a rich, interesting life, practice writing if you want, but don’t beat yourself to produce your best work until after the age of 31. Okay? Okay.
Can we just imagine that Harry, Ron, and Hermione are all used to Rita’s shit at this point that they’re amused by it all. So when ever they find another one of her articles about them, they have a drinking game where they all get together and read the article out loud.
"Alright, she’s called me The Chosen One twice now. That’s two shots for me."
"Ooh, look! She’s still using the TriWizard Tournament. Shots all around. Still holding on to the femme fatale theory, I don’t think she’s ever going to let that go. At least she’s left Hugo and Rose out of it this time.”
"She’d be a nutter not to Hermione, not after that Howler you sent her the last time. Either way, do I get a shot for every family member or just me? Because If I have to drink for all of them, I don’t think Neville’s going to be the one with a drinking problem in the next Prophet."
jerry accidentally walked into someone elses interview so he backtracked and pulled out his phone and just scrolled through it in the middle of the red carpet
does art imitate life? or does life imitate art?