thor is always running into little kids who are thrilled to meet him - he doesn’t really understand the concept of signing autographs, but he starts carrying asgardian toys around in his pockets to give to kids he meets (much to shield’s chagrin - how are we supposed to keep alien tech under control when the god of thunder is giving out magnetic propulsion toys to five-year-olds?)
but one day, he meets this girl who’s nine, maybe ten, and she runs up to him all misty-eyed and immediately asks him if he knows jane foster
and her mother’s embarrassed because “honey, that’s thor, aren’t you excited to see thor?” but the girl just explains that she wants to be a scientist when she grows up, and that jane foster is the astrophysicist (she pronounces the word carefully, as if she’s been practicing) who found out how the rainbow bridge worked - isn’t that so cool? she read about it in kids discover and they watched a documentary in school and dr. foster was in it and it made her think that maybe because she likes planets so much she could be a scientist, too
and thor smiles broadly and tells her that wanting to be a scientist is a noble dream, and he says “if your mother would be willing, i could introduce you”
and that’s how jane foster ends up with a tiny science geek in pigtails trailing around behind her in her lab, asking how everything works. jane can’t really comprehend the fact that a kid would want to meet her, but she likes explaining things and she looks at this girl and can’t help seeing herself. thor is just fucking delighted because to him the idea of jane being a child’s hero makes perfect sense, why wouldn’t it? she’s jane
and years later the girl grows up to be an astrophysicist or an astronaut or an aerospace engineer and she never forgets the time that dr. jane foster knelt down beside her and said, don’t let anybody stop you from chasing the stars, if that’s what you want
jane foster inspiring girls in science, y/y
Characters that share the same personality type as you.
If you don’t know your personality type, take this test.
Rules: Find out what characters share the same personality type as you here and list the characters that you find relevant below. Then tag five friends and let them know you…
- Toph Bei Fong from Avatar: The Last Airbender
- Victor Fries (Mr. Freeze) and Cassandra Cain (Batgirl II/Blackbat) from Batman
- Spike Spiegel from Cowboy Bebop
- Boomhauer from King of the Hill
- Solid Snake from the Metal Gear Solid series
- Samus Aran from Metroid
- Ron Swanson from Parks and Recreation
- The Janitor from Scrubs
- Worf and Tasha Yar from Star Trek: The Next Generation
- Rorschach from Watchmen
…so basically this internet test thinks istp is the coolest most badass main character of all time
Oh no, I always get INTJ, and uh
- Mr. Burns and Sideshow Bob from The Simpsons
- Anton Chigurh from No Country for Old Men
- Naked Snake/Big Boss from the Metal Gear Solid series
- Benjamin Linus from LOST
- Dr. Gregory House from House
- Jean-Baptiste Emmanuel Zorg from The Fifth Element
- Walter White and Gus Fring from Breaking Bad
- Mr. Blackadder, Esq. from Blackadder the Third
Let’s see who’s an INFP…
- Leeloo from The Fifth Element
- Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter
- Hiccup from How to Train Your Dragon
- Tina Belcher from Bob’s Burgers
- The eponymous main character of WALL•E
- Bran Stark from A Song of Ice and Fire and Game of Thrones
- Sarah Williams from Labyrinth
- Olivia Benson from Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
- Violet Parr from The Incredibles
- Hal “Otacon” Emmerich from the Metal Gear Solid series
- Scout Finch from To Kill a Mockingbird
- Vash the Stampede from Trigun
Oh, what a cool bunch of—
- Philip J. Fry from Futurama
- Silver the Hedgehog from Sonic the Hedgehog
- Ash’s Butterfree from Pokémon
I hate TV Tropes.
hello fellow INFP
- Britta Perry from Community
- Osaka from Azumanga Daioh
So let me see
- Dr. Manhattan from Watchmen
- Donatello from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
- Twilight Sparkle from My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic
- Dorothy Ann from The Magic School Bus
- Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter
- Abed Nadir from Community
- Belle from Beauty and the Beast
- Alan Powers (the Brain) from Arthur
Awkward weirdo loner who gets excited over books or similar nerdy things/bit of a know it all? Yeah, sounds like me.
A large part of the reason Jane Foster and Thor aren’t married yet is that Darcy Lewis, Jen Walters, Carol Danvers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, The Warriors Three and Deadpool have all offered to help organize their hen/stage parties, and they’re not sure Earth could survive it.
(There was a call to make an LJ post today, so since I was thinking about how Hufflepuff gets absolutely no love the other day, you get my sorry attempts at fic.)
“Help!” cried the very junior wizard, falling down on the doorstep of the medium-sized cottage that would someday be Hogwarts. “Help! The giants are invading!”
“Giants?” asked Godric Gryffindor, sticking his head out of the window. “I thought we beat those last week.”
“These are different giants,” said the junior wizard. “Also wolves. And basilisks.”
“Wolves and basilisks?”
“The wolves are riding the basilisks,” said the wizard. “Look, it’s a bit of a mess, all right?” He rubbed his forehead.
“Are they werewolves?” called Helga Hufflepuff, from inside the cottage. “I firmly believe that werewolves should be judged by their actions as individuals. This anti-lycanthropic discrimination has got to stop.”
“They’re riding basilisks,” said Godric. “They’re probably not upstanding members of the werewolf community.”
“Wouldn’t they have turned to stone?” asked Rowena Ravenclaw, who was sitting in an armchair with a book. She turned a page.
“Smoked goggles,” said the junior wizard shortly. “Incidentally, I’m bleeding rather a lot.”
“Oh, you poor dear,” said Helga, wiping her hands on her apron. “Come in and we’ll get you fixed up.”
The junior wizard sat at the dining room table and was given cookies and a very large brandy, while the four great wizards planned their next move.
Unfortunately, they were still not very good at working together. Godric wanted a straight charge up the middle, death-or-glory style. Rowena wanted an elaborate battle plan involving perfect timing and the movement of a great many troops they didn’t actually have. Salazar suggested they just seed the enemy’s supplies with botulism and canine distemper.
“Cowardly!” cried Godric. But Rowena looked thoughtful. Helga tapped a fingernail on her teeth.
In the end, it was agreed that they would simply all meet on the field of battle tomorrow, ready to fight, and see what the future held.
In the morning, three wizards gathered on the field of battle. It was a groad, grassy bowl, bordered by hills. Giants and basilisks and werewolves wearing glasses lurked on the far side, although the werewolves were looking a little strung out by the lack of moonlight.
Rowena was surrounded by a swirling cloud of ravens. They flapped and shrieked in harsh voices.
“Nice,” said Salazar. “Bit goth, though.”
“Says a man wearing a giant snake as a bandolier.”
“That’s not goth, that’s metal. It’s different.”
Godric was riding a griffin and was a bit annoyed that no one had mentioned how cool it was.
“You know that thing’ll go to sleep if somebody throws a coat over its head,” said Salazar nastily.
“Shut up,” said Godric. “You can’t ride your snake.”
“A snake big enough to ride would need a redesigned nervous system,” said Rowena absently. “You couldn’t get the messages to the tail fast enough. Not sure the circulatory system would hold up, either, to be honest—“
“I notice somebody hasn’t shown up,” said Salazar.
“I’m sure Helga will be here in a minute,” said Rowena.
“What’s she going to do, bake cookies at them?”
“She can be the healer,” said Godric. “Healers are important.”
Salazar rolled his eyes.
They waited. The griffin crapped and everybody had to move upwind.
“We should never have invited her,” said Salazar. “She can’t found a wizarding school. Her greatest ambition is to get the garden weeded before company comes over.”
“I’ve seen some pretty lethal plant wizards,” said Godric loyally. “With…um…you know, big thorn hedge things…” He made hand gestures. Salazar looked at him like he was an idiot.
The ravens were getting bored. They ceased swirling and landed on the grass, grumbling to each other. “Ark. Ark Ark? Ark.”
Godric ran a hand through his hair. “Okay,” he admitted. “Maybe this isn’t really playing to Helga’s strengths. We could…errr…”
The ground rumbled.
The ravens took flight. The griffin squawked. Salazar’s snake constricted in a panic, and Rowena had to help him get it unwound from around his neck.
The grassy hillside split open.
Claws as long as a man’s thigh emerged from the earth. Clods of dirt flew as a gigantic beast emerged, shaking its head. A cloud of wet air belched over the three wizards, smelling of worms and turned earth.
“Sorry!” called a voice from inside the cloud. “Sorry! Monty, you came up too close! You’ll trample the wrong people!””
“Oh dear god, it’s a badger,” said Godric.
“Dire badger, I believe,” said Rowena. “Meles dirus. I thought they were extinct…”
Salazar put a hand over his eyes.
It was the size of a house. Helga’s saddle was halfway up the creature’s back, nearly lost on that vast curve of spine. She was still wearing her apron and her gardening gloves.
The badger shook itself again, spattering them all with dirt. The black and white stripes were visible now, along with tiny reins that ran to the base of the creature’s whiskers. It was wearing goggles that appeared to have been cobbled together from ship’s portholes.
“Good badger!” said Helga. “Who’s a good boy, then?”
“She named the badger Monty,” said Salazar to no one in particular.
“Sorry I’m late,” said Helga. “It was hard to get the goggles on him. But he’s such a good badger! Does a good badger want to stomp the mean giants for Mommy?”
The dire badger gave another belching roar and waved its claws.
“Kill me,” said Salazar to Rowena.
“Godric would love to.”
“I don’t want to give him the satisfaction.”
“All right,” said Godric, feeling that his authority was somewhat diminished by the fact that his very cool griffin was only about a tenth the size of Helga’s badger. “All right. Um. It’s not the size of the—“
“Keep telling yourself that, Godric,” said Rowena.
Monty began lumbering toward the enemy.
“Would it be okay if we charged now?” called Helga. “I hope it’s okay! Monty’s not very good at waiting…”
The dire badger broke into a waddling run.
Godric spurred the griffin, because there was absolutely no glory in being left behind by a badger.
Rowena and Salazar walked, rather more sedately, toward the enemy.
“So, about letting her help found the school…” said Rowena.
“I can admit when I’m wrong,” said Salazar, once Godric was out of earshot.
“Yes, but you never do.”
“This is me admitting that I am possibly wrong.” He adjusted his snake. “But you have to admit, you didn’t see the badger coming either.”
“No,” said Rowena Ravenclaw, “no, the giant badger was a surprise.” She considered. “Hard work and loyalty aren’t bad principles.”
“They’re a lot better when you’ve got a giant goddamn war-badger to back them up.”
And none of the other founders ever questioned Helga Hufflepuff’s right to found a wizarding house ever again.
I love explorations of the founders. And picturing Ursula Vernon as Helga Hufflepuff is also great fun. I’m a Ravenclaw but I thoroughly endorse this view of Hufflepuffs.
Alta Weiss “Girl Wonder” -
A seventeen year old girl who broke the gender barrier and played semipro baseball in 1907.
She paid for medical school with the money she made playing baseball, played until 1922, and was a practicing doctor after she quit baseball. That’s fantastic.
I hadn’t known Jackie Mitchell (the girl who struck out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig) had such awesome company.
TCR | 2007.03.12 | It reads: “Dear Stephen, As editor-in-chief of Marvel, I am burdened with the handling of our character’s estates and the sad event that a hero should perish before his time. Captain America’s will was read last Friday, and while heavy hearted, I am proud to announce the star spangled Avenger has bequeathed his most valuable possession, his indestructible shield, to the only man he believed had the red, white, and blue balls to carry the mantle. Stephen Colbert. Welcome to the Marvel Universe. Sincerely, Joe Quesada.
How can you but just love this?
My first experience with gaming happened when I was 7 years old. I went with my dad to pick up Diablo II way back in 2000. He was an avid PC gamer, and a major fan of the first Diablo game, so it was only natural we get the sequel the day it was released in North America. I had no idea what gaming was, or why it seemed to be such a big deal, or why so many other men stared with disgusted confusion at me when my dad handed me the box it came in so that I could hold it and look at the different pictures. I was only seven, and already, the dark clouds of female geek discrimination had formed on the horizon.