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Get ready for Marvel’s PAM.

I want to see this cheerful lady walking through fire and being badass and sweet

and most of all I want her to save the day with the normal shit she’s toting in that bag. 

I NEED this. 

'Let me get this straight. You're saying our Xanderian captor is in pain from a swollen… thing, and is going to eject us from the airlock? Well why didn't you say so? Here, hun, I think I got some Aleve in here. You just take that.'

*Alien collapses frothing*

Everyone stares at her in awe. ‘How did you know that naproxen is fatal to Xanderians?’

'Honestly, you people never have children? I hear EVERYTHING.'

or

'Oh dear, you need something to bridge to gap between circuits and stop the shortage? I know I got a safety pin, just wait.'

*Ship jumps to warp ahead of pursuit*

 Like, seriously, I want her to fucking MacGyver whatever is needed to resolve the plot issues, using Clorets gum, her Kindle, a Starbucks receipt (tall caramel macchiato) and a handful of change and lint.

Because we got so many ‘ordinary’ guy heroes that go on to be extraordinary, and let’s be real - in an actual Holllywood movie Pam would scarcely rate a speaking part. I want a female hero who is a hero without needing a goddamned makeover and just needed the right circumstances to shine. I am up to my goddamn neck with ordinary dude heroes. I’m sick of them. I know everything about them already.

Tumblr prompt: I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know it’s a Sleeping Beauty line, but the idea of a perfect and happy dream-verse Bellarke in the midst of ground-angst was too good to pass up. Also, this was supposed to be a short drabble and got way out of hand somewhere around the 2000-word mark, but there we go. Not a modern-day AU (not really, anyway).

“Daddy, daddy, wake up!”

Bellamy’s eyes jerked open at the feeling of a small pair of hands climbing their way up his chest, and he found himself face to face with a little girl sitting on his stomach. With a head of blonde curly hair and startlingly blue eyes, the confusion he felt at the position he found himself in was rivalled only by the sense of familiarity he got from looking into those eyes.

Apparently his lack of response was not what the little girl had in mind, so she pushed herself further up his torso until she was sitting just below his shoulders.

“Daddy, wake up,” she sang, fingers going to pull at his hair.

Bellamy felt a cold chill of shock run through him. Daddy? Before he had time to even begin to question what the hell was going on, however, a voice called out from outside of the room.

“Aurora, now I know you’re not waking daddy up when we said we weren’t doing that today, are you?”

The little girl – Aurora, he assumed – suddenly got a sheepish look on her face, and began to climb down until her tiny feet touched the floor.

“Sorry, daddy,” she whispered loudly before kissing his elbow and running out of the room. 

Clearly, he was dreaming. There was no other way to explain this. Shaking his head, for the first time since he opened his eyes he looked around the room he was in.