lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song
and I’ll try not to sing out of key
oh I get by with a little help from my friends.
I don’t think writers realize that “strong female character” means “well written female character” and not “female character who punches stuff and shoots stuff”
Janet van Dyne, a founding member of the Avengers and the person who gave it its name, appears to have been erased from the MCU. Not in the roster when Avengers came out back in 2012, Jan was set for another opportunity to be a part of the team when Marvel announced Ant-Man. Unfortunately, from the announcements yesterday, Jan van Dyne was not even mentioned but someone else was: Hope van Dyne, later corrected to “Hope Pym”, Hank Pym’s daughter.
At best, Jan will either be a mention or a cameo or an easter egg. She will not be a part of the team she founded, she will not be a superhero. She’s either been swapped out for Hope Pym, who might take up the mantle because Marvel Studios thinks women are interchangeable, or she will be an easter egg at most.
Janet van Dyne, the heart and soul of the original Avengers and of every Avengers team she’s been on throughout the years, has been erased from the MCU.
If that seems like a fucking shitty thing for Marvel to do to you, we’re tweeting out in the #JanetVanCrime hashtag. you can join us and stand up to yet another fucking erasure of a female character. Keep an eye on the #janetvancrime tag on tumblr for panels, livestreams, and links. Please don’t stay silent about this.
Her father plucked up a cyvasse piece. “I must know how you learned that Quentyn was abroad. Your brother went with Cletus Yronwood, Maester Kedry, and three of Lord Yronwood’s best young knights on a long and perilous voyage, with an uncertain welcome at its end. He has gone to bring us back our heart’s desire.”
She narrowed her eyes. “What is our heart’s desire?”
“Vengeance.” His voice was soft, as if he were afraid that someone might be listening. “Justice.” Prince Doran pressed the onyx dragon into her palm with his swollen, gouty fingers, and whispered, “Fire and blood.”
A Feast for Crows, George RR Martin
oh my GOD i can’t wait to hear about how many kids are caught jackin it in the theaters for 50 shades
Charles Fredrick Worth, 1883
The Metropolitan Museum of Art