She also does not accept "baby" as a term of endearment.
So I was re-watching Iron Man 2 (because I am doing the thing where I watch all the Marvel superhero movies to get ready for The Avengers), and there’s that scene where Natasha and Pepper confront Justin Hammer and his colossal fuck-up in trusting Ivan Vanko to build him derivative Stark tech. And while Natasha goes off to be a badass, Pepper calls the police to arrest Hammer for being a criminal schmuck, and Justin goes, “No, honey, don’t call the police.”
And all I could think was that the last time someone called Pepper ‘honey’ in that fake sweet voice that meant he thought he was better than her and she was nothing more than a glorified secretary, he’d ended up “misplacing” all his materials for the upcoming board presentation, which totally would’ve netted him a promotion if he’d been able to find them; missed a few important meetings because all his alarms and reminders disappeared overnight, which got him demoted (again) and talked to (again); and accidentally emailed evidence of his embezzlement to the entire company, especially the CEO who liked Pepper better anyway.
After that, no one ever called Pepper ‘honey’ again. And Justin Hammer’s going to be pretty sorry that he did.
Okay, now I have to go read all the Pepper/Tony and Pepper/Tony/Steve fic ever.
I just slept eleven hours for the first time in about eight years due to this entire week because stressful and hectic and exhausting, thanks to the fiscal year end. For the last two days, it has felt like I literally did not even have time to think because there were at least four people calling my name and asking for my help at all times.
Christ, but I love the chaos of it. I’ve been waiting to prove my mettle with this job for five months, and I finally got a chance to do that because I am fucking awesome under pressure. And when I go back on Monday, I still have a ton of work to do, and that makes me happy like you wouldn’t believe.
I finally have a job that I am genuinely happy to go to every day. Awesome.
Anyway, today’s plan is to sit around in my pajamas and watch stuff, possibly with a big mug of tea in my hands, a fat tabby on my lap, and a song in my heart. Hello, lazy weekend!
The above article is an update. Her mother went to appeal to keep her out of the psychiatric ward and lost. She will be institutionalized because of her expression of her gender. She will be held until she conforms to male gender and then released to foster care, not her mother who was supporting her.
Please, if you haven’t signed the petition, sign it, reblog it, ask your friends to sign it. We’ve managed to get 40K signatures for a pageant model, we’ve only gotten 11K for a little girl about to have her life ruined. Lets get on the ball and spread the word.
“So I say, you know, I say [Nicole Beharie] could be Brandon’s [Michael Fassbender] girlfriend, but what was interesting about it was the objections about it. People say, “Oh, that wouldn’t happen. That wouldn’t exist.” What? I don’t exist? It was a very odd thing, having these conversations about a love interest that was a black woman with Brandon. It was interesting, that… Also, what fascinates me is that you have lots of American filmmakers, white filmmakers, who have never, ever cast a black person, ever in their movies, and they’ve made quite a lot of movies. So it’s: how can you avoid that? It’s kinda weird. It’s almost like, you know, walking around with a blindfold on. And how can you make movies in this country, consistently make movies, and not cast black characters in the main leads?”—Steve McQueen, award-winning director of Shame, on people’s reaction to the casting of a black woman, Nicole Beharie, as the lead (white) character’s love interest (via fuckyeahwhitetv)