#if you know who I based Irma off of...
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Hi love, I already have a second request. Hehehe.
Anyhew.... Howzer, opal and summer please. Thank you. Love oo
Summer Love
Summary: An early morning at the beach reminds you of just how much you love Howzer.
Pairing: Captain Howzer x F!Reader
Word Count: 646
Prompt: Opal - Faithful Love
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: I hope you like this! I wanted to write Howzer, hence three stories today.
You wake to the sound of waves crashing against the shore. You release a groan and roll onto your side, intent to bury your face in Howzer’s chest and get some more sleep.
Only, as you roll over, you touch nothing by cool sheets.
Blearily you crack open your eyes and peer at his side of the bed. No Howzer. You drop your face into your pillow with a quiet huff, and then roll onto your back and kick the blankets off.
You drag yourself out of bed, pausing only long enough to pull the shirt the Howzer was wearing the day before over your thin tank top, and then you push open the bedroom door and, blindly, walk through the house.
He’s not in the kitchen. Or the living room.
And you yawn widely as you slide open the glass door that leads to the back deck. And there he is, sitting at the table, sipping some caf, and chatting to your neighbor.
The moment you step onto the desk, the conversation stops and Howzer turns his gaze towards you, an adoring smile on his face, “Good morning, cyare.”
“Mor-” a wide yawn cracks your face, “-ning.”
He stands and pulls you into a hug, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, “Did I wake you?”
“Not really,” You press your face against his chest and inhale deeply, enjoying the scent of Howzer mixed when the subtle scent of salt water, “Did you go swimming this morning?”
“It felt more enjoyable than running.” He kisses your forehead once more, and then guides you over to the table and presses his mug into your hands. “You remember Irma?”
You peer at the other woman, her smile looks slightly strained, though you can’t possibly imagine why. “Yes, you told us about the seafood restaurant last night. We enjoyed it a lot.”
Her smile becomes a little more strained, “Well, that’s good.” Her gaze cuts towards Howzer, “but we were having a conversation that you interrupted.”
Howzer’s genial smile fades slightly, “She’s always welcome to join any conversation that I’m a part of.”
Ah.
She has a crush on your Howzer. You can’t blame her, your Howzer is gorgeous, after all.
He’s also completely faithful to you, and you to him.
Your gaze slides across the woman, and you smile gently, “We’re actually about to start breakfast-”
Her face flushes a deep shade of red, “Well then, I’d better go.” She blurts as she stands suddenly, and flees from the deck.
Howzer glances at you, “You hate eating this early.” He says with a slow smile on his face.
“She doesn’t know that.” You reply with a light smile.
“Jealous, cyar’ika?” Howzer lightly tugs you onto his lap, his arms sliding securely around your waist as you bury your face in his neck.
You laugh softly, “Not even a little.”
“Good.” He lightly pushes you back so he can catch your lips in the gentlest kiss, “Because I would choose you over anyone.”
“Anyone?”
“Anyone.”
“Hm…good.” You lightly play with the hair at the base of his head, “Because I would choose you over anyone too.”
His eyes sparkle with mischief, “Even Rex?”
“Rex who?” You reply with a teasing smile.
“Hm, good answer.” He catches your lips in a deep kiss, “I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“I don’t think that’s possible. I have a lot of love.” Howzer murmurs against your lips.
“And it’s all mine, lucky me.” You brush your thumb against the scar on his cheek, “Would you like me to make waffles for breakfast?”
“I would love that.” He replies as he stands with you in his arms, “And then we can go to that aquarium we saw the other day.”
“Sounds like a perfect day to me.” You say with a warm smile, as he carries you back into the house.
#star wars#tbb#vodika vibes 500 followers celebration#captain howzer x reader#howzer x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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I was re-reading TLE1 and I remember this:
"“I know Walburga,” said Mrs. Potter darkly. “She was briefly engaged to a cousin of mine, as a matter of fact. I say briefly because he ran off and married a Muggle instead”
Sirius’s jaw dropped"
My jaw dropped too. I want to know more about this story. Did wally like this guy? Who was him? Where did he meet the muggle? How were wally and this guy together? Were they happy in some way? Were wally softer in her youth or this love delusion made her the well known psyco? Did this unrequited love for this man have something to do with the failed marriage with Orion (like robert baratheon always in love with Lyanna stark instead of his wife Cersei?) and with the betrayal with Druella? were orion and druella in love but then they had to marry other blacks? I want to know the background. I want to know the drama 🔥 and how did the blacks ended the scandal? Did Wally think about marrying Orion? Or her father? Did Alphard have a role in younger siblings' marriages to people they didn’t love? He could have done this, just to have fun
hehehe.
ok, I’ve joked in the past about how I basically have a TLE wiki from all the random notes and headcanons I’ve scribbled in my phone over the years but like………I kinda do.
For instance, I have a stupid amount of Black family backstory, some of which I’ll keep to myself because it’s probably going to end up in the story, and some of which is just superfluous info that no one really needs to know but exists anyway because my brain doesn’t shut up. Sometimes this backstory makes it into little lines like the one you referenced above. 🙃
Anyway, here’s (part) of my TLE wiki bio of Walburga because why the heck not 😂
(This was written a long time ago)
Walburga Black was born in 1925, the oldest child of Pollux and Irma Black. She had two brothers, Alphard and Cygnus, for whom she never much cared. This was partly based on resentment: the Blacks, being an ancient family, followed ancient rules of inheritance. Despite being the first born child, Walburga, a female, would inherit nothing. It’s hardly surprising, then, that she viewed Alphard as her usurper.
Alphard, for his part, did not play the role of heir particularly well. He was extravagant in his tastes, liked expensive horses, racing, gambling and men. It became apparent early in life that Alphard would not carry on the Black family name. This meant, of course, that young Cygnus had a fair amount of responsibility on his shoulders. Walburga, who thought he was weak-minded and soft, resented him this all the more.
Walburga left Hogwarts in 1932 and it was arranged that she would marry Robert Burke, a pureblood from a respectable family. He was nearly ten years her senior, but Walburga was deliriously and unusually happy with this arrangement. While it might be premature to say that she loved Robert, she was certainly infatuated with him, and boasted of her esteemed engagement. Alas, the feeling was not mutual. Robert, 28 and unhappy, ran off and eloped with a Muggleborn witch. Walburga was humiliated, shamed, and utterly furious. She never got over the slight, and in some ways, her exceptional fanaticism for blood purity could be traced back to this moment.
In 1949, Cygnus married Druella Rosier, who was 9 years his senior. It was an arranged marriage, naturally, but mutually beneficial. A few years later, in 1951, Druella gave birth to her first child, a girl named Bellatrix. In 1955, following the birth of Cygnus and Druella’s third daughter, Narcissa, Walburga consented to marry her cousin, Orion Black. Walburga was 30 years old — Orion was 26 — and she was beginning to feel anxious. There had been no other suitable marriage offers and Orion, though she had no passionate feeling towards him whatsoever, offered a great deal that was important. Primarily, she would keep her beloved name. The two married in 1956 and ultimately took over 12 Grimmauld Place, the home in which Orion had been raised — his parents having moved out to a house in Wiltshire, to give them the space. Orion and Walburga’s marriage was not a particularly happy one, though neither of them expected nor wished it to be. There was no affection between them, no warmth, no intimacy. All they really shared was a devotion to their name, the honor and privilege that being a Black bestowed upon them. It was a duty, their marriage, and both saw it as such. The duty, of course, was to produce heirs to the Black name.
By 1957, Walburga was pregnant with her first child. However, she would tragically miscarry. For someone whose own self-worth was so reliant on her ability to produce a male heir for the Black family, this was a nearly unsurvivable blow. But she carried on. It took two more years for her to have a successful pregnancy, but on November 3, 1959, Sirius Orion Black was born. Roughly a year and a half later, on June 19th, 1961, Walburga gave birth to a second son, Regulus Arcturus Black.
Walburga was delighted by her sons, not because she felt overwhelming affection for the two children, but rather because they secured her victory over her brothers. She was the sole keeper of the Black family name. Her children would be heir to the entire Black fortune.
etc etc etc
It goes on a while, but, spoilers :)
#ch answers#tle#yes I do write notes for my fanfic like a f’ing Wikipedia page lmao#it helps me keep it all straight in my head#and also it’s fun 😎
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Asking some writers/artists I follow:
Is there anything in your fic/comic that you as the author know about, but won't end up in the actual story?
oh for sure
i'll start with the TMNT stuff first because of your PFP, but we gonna be here a while.
[lab rats stuff at the bottom]
warning: fic spoilers galore
In WIBE, one of the characters we meet is Yuichi Usagi, who works at the human ROTM. He also works in the original ROTM. He was robbed while on a trip to the Hidden City, and is originally from a different city entirely. Hueso is doing his best to help him out, but it'll likely be a long time before Yuichi gets to go home.
Some other WIBE background characters in WIBE include: MM!Kendra, MM!Robyn O'Neil, MM!Irma, & MM!Casey Jones. I don't have a lot to say abt Kendra and Irma, since it's been a long time since I wrote any of it down, but I can give it my best shot with Robyn and Casey.
Robyn has been diagnosed with Generalised Anxiety disorder for a few years pre-fic. She's in her first year of college which is out-of-state, and does her best to check up on her family via phone call at least every other week. She's also sort of invested in all of April's new drama, but she won't admit it.
Casey's been playing hockey for as long as he can remember, and intends to keep at it for as long as he's physically able. He's also got a knack for engineering, and I'd gamble that sometime not long after the ending of WIBE, he'd start up the Casey Jones vigilante batshittery. His parents are divorced, but he spends most of his time with his Jewish mother, and while he's never been actually taught much about his religion he accepts it as a part of his identity, and if people don't like that then they shouldn't be around him in the first place. He finds the existence of the turtles to be one of the coolest things ever, but after actually getting to know Raph and the others, it doesn't impress him as much as it used to. (If I had time, I'd add in a tiny crush on Raph, but I'm an aro with WAY too many ideas for this tiny fic)
Then there's experienced fighters, where the main thing is me ALWAYS knowing what song is playing in the background. I really love how much music is in MM, and I love being able to say hey! here's the musical vibes of the environment!
sort of on that topic, i've got a hc that any song with even small references to space are songs that rise, 2k12, and MM leo are more likely to enjoy. they don't realize these patterns, but they sure are there.
and to end off the music rant, one of these days i'm gonna make a playlist of songs that I think the rise crew all collectively agree are good enough (this is what space feels like, goodie bag, punk tactics, etc. etc.)
there's also two in one, which is based off an au by @blackfire-fanfiction. I have to be real cautious abt what I put in there, because a lot of people are looking at it instead of the extended context of the real thing, not to mention how many Thoughts that aren't really canon I have about it.
For instance: today I had a good 30 minute daydreaming session abt the concept of rise!Donnie reading leonardo's notebook while he's comatose post-rise movie and finding out about the switching
in dimension desync, I poke a bit at my head canons about peni parker's movie universe and her mental health at home, and have expanded on this even further in an abandoned draft. this is going to be LONG, so here we go:
Gwen Stacy and Richard Parker were around in Peni's universe before she herself was, each piloting a mech of their own [Ven#m and Sp//DR]. A few months after Peni's mother is pregnant with her, Richard dies in action, and a few months later, Ven#m sort of devours Gwen (go read the comics because it's really fucked up but idk how to describe it)
So then the role of SP//DR is forcefully thrust upon Peni at the age of eleven, and her connection with SP//DR isn't exactly... perfect.
in my team blue universe, I'm fleshing the hell out of Sam-13 and Shadowcat (both from earth 65). Sam was created by corrupt parts of SHIELD (that have yet to have been identified as corrupt) but now is just a regular agent. Cap returned to their dimension when he was 14 and has been in charge of training him ever since. Cap is stubborn to a fault and is def being manipulated by the corrupt agents, but none of the kids have gotten close to that bigger picture yet. Meanwhile, Kitty was inducted into the weapon x program (or 65's equivalent of it, I don't remember much of the wolverine origin story) at the age of 8, and despite odds survived. Wolverine took her in, and she's been helping him bounty hunt since about 13, even though he's trying to stop her.
team blue is also starting to extend to universes that the spider-verse movies don't really deal with through plants that have yet to be explained. but miguel's spite at e-199999 has definitely transferred, which means that, if they were ever to interact, not many of the main team would like the mcu-vengers
in my very obscure mech-x4 series, Olivia (who is only referenced by name once in the show) is veracity's little sister, who is 7 years old.
This series is more of a set of vaguely connected oneshots, but still.
i could go ON AND ON about Oliver in all of my mighty med/lab rats fics, but in short: arcturion made his hair start growing in blonde, which he hates. Horace is his adopted dad and so it sucks ass when he dies. Oliver also comes with built in hypothermia!
This is also definitely a headcanon, but I think that in EF once the rats have the upgraded chips, Chase's laser bō is green instead of blue, and his super senses are togglerable (to a degree)
I also like to imagine Kaz's lil bro Kyle is his number one fan and nobody in his family listens to him when he claims that Kaz is one of the bionic guys on the news.
... yeah I think that's enough for now
#asks#wibe#wouldn't it be easier#z rambles#headcanons#rottmnt headcanons#TMNT headcanons#lab rats#mighty med#elite force
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At Your Door- Vandergerd
Based on these two drabbles from a while back, this fic is finally done! Thanks to everyone who convinced me to continue this on <3
Read on ao3
"You're beautiful, you know that, right?"
"Wait, what did you just say?" Vivian turned to the computer screen, holding a cat in her arms. She originally meant to show off the new collar she bought for Apple, but now she had bigger things to discuss.
Irma's eyes widened as they realized they weren't as muted as they thought.
"Shit-Sorry, I thought I was muted." Irma quickly said as the panic settled into the pit of their stomach.
They've had a crush on their online friend for several months. But they’ve only recently accepted that they had a crush on someone who lived on the other side of the country.
They've gotten close to Vivian after they met through being added to a mutual friend's Discord server. Soon they added each other on other social media and DM'd each other almost every day.
Vivian shook her head slowly, putting Apple back on the floor. "No, I heard you. Did you just say that I'm beautiful?"
Irma was now extremely thankful that it was just the two of them in the server’s voice chat. All of their friends who were chatting before had left to go to bed a couple of hours before, leaving Irma and Vivian alone together.
They usually liked having time with only Vivian online, and they could talk about whatever they wanted.
Except right now, this was not the time at all they wanted to be alone with her.
"I-Um..." they stuttered, thinking of a quick excuse to escape this awkward moment. They looked at the closed door of the bedroom and pretended someone walked in.
"My roommate wants something, I'll talk to you later!" Irma said as they scrambled to turn off their camera and mic and leave the voice chat.
"But I thought you lived alone-" Vivian's concerned voice cut off as Irma let out a sigh of relief. After switching their status to 'Do Not Disturb' and turning off Discord notifications on their phone (for good measure), Irma sank into their barely-made bed.
"What the hell did I get myself into?" they said as they put their head in their hands, talking to their imaginary roommate.
Eventually, sleep took over, and they hoped that they would make a better plan in the morning to deal with the fact that they just called their crush beautiful.
Viv may blame it on staying up too late and completely forget about it. Right?
"Truly, a flawless plan."
"What do you mean by that?"
"What I mean by that is that you have no plan!" Gisèle said as she dropped her head into her open hand. Sighing, she looked at Vivian in front of her "Okay, let's go over this one more time, and maybe it will make sense to me."
"I'm flying to the East Coast, and I'm going to find wherever Irma lives and ask them why they called me beautiful the other night," Vivian explained like it was easy for anyone else to understand her logic.
"How do you know where they live? You've only met them in person once." Gisèle asked, trying to remain calm.
"I sent them a poster for their birthday last year, so I'll go to that address."
"And you don't think they might assume you to be a stalker or anything if you show up unannounced?"
Vivian shrugged. "I don't have any other choice. They refuse to answer my messages, and nobody else on the server has talked with them."
"Tell me you at least have a hotel booked or something when you get there," Gisèle asked, hoping that her friend put some thought into this.
Vivian shook her head, "I was hoping that Irma would let me crash on their couch or something." she said sheepishly.
She sighed again, "I have some Expedia points you can use. Just in case you need an actual lodging option."
"Thank you." Vivian smiled and checked the time on her phone. "So you can watch my cats while I'm gone?"
Gisèle nodded with a gentle smile on her face. Her friend might not think things through, but she knew Vivian's heart was in the right place. "Of course, I can do that for you. When should I come over?"
"My flight leaves in a couple of hours, so tonight?" she offered.
Gisèle sighed once again but smiled at Vivian, "A little short notice, but you better come back as Irma's girlfriend."
Vivian was exhausted after navigating the airports, sitting in a cramped economy seat, and giving the confused Uber driver directions to a place she had never seen before.
All she wanted to do was go to her hotel room, shower, and order whatever takeout restaurant delivered the fastest. But she had to try to talk to Irma first.
Traveling across the country took close to the whole day. The sun was getting close to setting outside the correct building Vivian spent ten minutes searching for. Today felt like the longest day of her life, but the hard part had yet to come.
Vivian stood in the hallway, triple-checking that 307 was the right door she should be knocking on, and hoped that Irma was home right now.
Pushing down her anxieties with a deep inhale, she knocked on the door, but it was too soft for anyone to hear.
“Come on, Viv. You can knock on a door.” She said to herself quietly, still standing alone in the hallway. She shook her arms at her sides, wiggling her fingers to shake out the nerves.
This time, she knocked on the door harder and more urgently. Vivian heard the television mute and footsteps on the other side of the door, and the deadbolt turned inside to be unlocked.
Irma looked like they hadn’t seen the sun in person in the past few days. They had bags under their eyes, and their dark roots were visible on the top of their head. Upon seeing Vivian, Irma’s eyes grew in confusion and panic.
“W-What are you doing here?” they stuttered out hand still on the doorknob.
“We need to talk about what you said the other night,” Vivian said in her best stern tone. She tried her best to sound serious so that Irma would at least let her inside.
Irma shook their head, “No, we don’t, that’s okay. Goodbye.” they quickly said as they tried to shut the door, but Vivian’s foot prevented that from happening.
The two stared at each other silently for a moment through the small opening of the door until Vivian decided to be the one to break the ice. “Please?”
Irma pursed their lips before answering, “Fine, we can talk.”
“Good, because you’re hurting my foot.”
“Oh shit, sorry.”
Several minutes later, both were sitting on opposite ends of the couch, awkwardly avoiding eye contact. This is what Vivian was working up the courage all day for. But now that she’s here, she has no idea what to say.
Irma didn’t know where to start either, so she felt better about that, at least.
“So…Who’s watching your cats?” Irma asked, glancing over to the blonde.
“Gisèle, I think I showed you pictures of her with me before,” Vivian answered, trying not to pick at the skin of her nails.
“Wasn’t she the one you had brought on voice call before?”
She thought for a moment as she remembered when Gisèle spent the night a few months before, “Yeah, that’s her.”
“She seems ni-” Irma was interrupted by the attempt of small talk.
“Why did you call me beautiful?” Vivian quickly asked, wanting to cut to the chase already. She wasn’t sure if it was the nerves or not having real food in the past six hours that caused her impulsiveness.
Irma’s eyes grew in panic as they tried to scramble for an answer, “Because uh- Because you are?” they said, unsure of what else they could say.
“You think so?” Vivian asked, slowly gathering the courage to look at Irma. “Does that mean that you like me? Like a crush?”
“I-I mean- I do like you a lot, but I never really-” Irma rambled out before Vivian scooted closer to them on the couch.
“Because I’ve liked you as more than a friend for months.” Vivian blurted out loud as she got Irma’s wide-eyed stare in return.
“You do?”
She never realized it until she thought about the video call from a few nights before that she had a crush on her friend. The way she smiles when Irma sends her memes out of the blue. Or whenever they sent her heart emojis, she wanted to screenshot every message. Maybe it was the good morning messages she woke up to every morning.
She nodded, “Yes, but if you aren’t ready to talk about-”
This time, Vivian was the one who got interrupted by a pair of lips crashing into her own. Their first kiss was nothing like she had with other people she dated. It felt urgent and needy, but she felt herself melting into the kiss.
She felt Irma pull away, but their hands rested on her waist. “I like you more than a friend too,” they said, finally looking relaxed for the first time that evening. “But I probably should have asked to kiss you before I did that,” they admitted as their cheeks grew pink.
“It’s okay, but maybe you can take me on a date while I’m still in town?” she offered.
“Let me think of some good places, and I’ll pick you up in the morning.”
(And to Gisèle’s satisfaction, Vivian did come back as Irma’s girlfriend.)
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But Who's Keeping Score?
For good, and for bad, I don't have nearly as many unfinished pieces this year, but there are still a handful that I'd like to move off the burners, so here's a last-minute WIP before the year ends. As per usual, it's got placeholders all over and isn't in a finished state.
Just in case you're sensitive to the subject matter, it focuses pre-transition characters, who use their birth names up to a point. It's not coming from a place of malice, it's just because they don't identify as men at that point in the story.
(As a side note, I somehow ended up basing this in the same continuity as Keep Making that Face, but you don't need to be familiar with it to read this.)
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Somebody had submitted Irma’s name to the annual Nimbasa [?] poll. She tried to tell herself she wasn’t upset about it-- it was just a silly popularity contest-- but if they were being realistic, it was all about appearances. Under different circumstances, Irma wasn’t the sort to wring her hands over how attractive others did or didn’t find her, but…
But throughout her entire adult life, over and over, she’d been told how much prettier she’d be if she smiled like Emma.
Irma tried. She really, truly did. If people paid enough attention, they could see the way her eyes narrowed when she was happy, and she did her best to make her voice dynamic and expressive to show others how she felt. It just… wasn’t enough. People always took her at face value, and one thing Irma physically could not do was smile like her sister.
It wasn’t the idea of people finding her unattractive that bothered her; it was the fact that she’d have irrefutable proof that people simply didn’t understand her, and didn’t care to try.
She tried to put it from her mind and focus on work but, inevitably, someone would make a comment about her expression and she’d be forced to confront the problem again. Emma had started taking it personally. It would have been a nice gesture, but it always ended in Irma having to swoop in and intervene before she could say something that would get her fired. She loved her sister, but the extra responsibility of dragging her away by the collar every time she heard the word ‘smile’ was the last thing she needed right now.
It made sense; Emma had felt responsible for the facial paralysis ever since diagnosis, no matter how emphatically Irma told her it wasn’t her fault. The guilt of it had lessened for awhile-- once Irma made enough progress with physical therapy to emote from the nose up, and Emma relearned to read her twin’s face-- but when they’d gone on to find employment with the United Unovan Railway, people started making pointed comments. Ironically, Emma never had possessed much of a poker face, and it was plain to see that it struck her every time she happened to hear.
Some days, Irma wished she could just be a man instead. No one would lament her “resting bitch face” then-- or, if they did, then maybe the “bitch” part wouldn’t sting so much. It was a fleeting-- if frequent-- thought that she passed off without any deeper consideration.
In the end, the voting period wasn’t actually so bad. She’d tried to tell herself that, even if she came in at dead last, it was still a lot to have been nominated at all… regardless of the fact that it did feel like a cruel prank, when she was being honest; she’d never know if it had been a legitimate submission or a mean spirited joke. Surprisingly, she landed just under the median. It was still a good two dozen spots behind her sister and entire light years from someone like Elesa, but she could live with that.
What hurt the most was the discussion in the aftermath. Irma didn’t go out seeking commentary on the poll, but having been an unwilling part of it, it found her-- people lamenting that she’d somehow placed ahead of them or saying that anyone who voted for her over their preference didn’t have any taste. There were some whose talk wasn’t even negative, just incredulous. Somehow, it didn’t feel any better to be told that someone had been surprised to see her rank so highly, but congratulations!
She took to wearing a face mask during work hours, sick to death, but only of the subject matter. If people couldn’t see her lips, they might mistake her for Emma and spare her the unsolicited interjections. Emma hated that she had to resort to such measures, but couldn’t offer any other solution-- save for ripping into anyone she caught making noise.
When Elesa had caught wind of the situation, she’d taken a different track. The reassurances that it was a stupid poll to begin with, and a mid-tier placement wasn’t bad at all weren’t anything Irma hadn’t already told herself, and as much as she’d tried to be grateful for the fact that her friend cared enough to encourage her, Irma only found it exhausting. It was over now, and she just wished they could move past it. She understood that they wanted to make her feel better, but why did they have to keep revisiting the topic?
Irma had forgotten that, while the general public had proven they couldn’t read her, Elesa certainly could, and she recognized that her input was only making things worse. Instead, she took to sending Irma messages throughout the week, showing her those comments that highlighted her enthusiasm and geniality-- and even several that framed her not as distant and aloof due to her frown, but intelligent and alluring.
It was kind of her, and her efforts did actually help. Irma didn’t really know what to make of being called “alluring”, but could… appreciate the compliment? She guessed?
The years after that weren’t so bad-- it was just the first time she’d been on the board that people had seen fit to approach her about it. Frankly, the only time thereafter that it had been of any interest at all was the year a particularly nasty strain of the flu ran rampant through the city; it became commonplace for people to wear face masks in public and, with only the upper half of her face to judge by, commuters were able to recognize when Irma smiled at them in her own way. Strangely, it even reflected in that year’s poll: instead of twenty places apart, Irma found that she landed just under Emma.
It still didn’t mean anything in the long run, but it was… nice to feel like people could begin to see her for what she was, rather than what she wasn’t.
The year after that, he’d come out to his sibling and they’d drawn up rough schematics for a train car that could withstand the wear and tear of battle. Both of them had been somewhat absent from the public eye as they brought the idea to both the head of the UUR and the Pokemon League, then subsequently been made to prove the concept. Surely polling happened that year, but both of the twins were too caught up in their project to pay it even the slightest bit of attention. It meant even less than usual that time, when they’d only be put in the wrong category.
Which brought them to this year.
The battle cars were perfectly functional and the system was promising. They’d debuted the mini-battle facility using different names from what people knew, and hosted only multi battles-- it set the subway apart from the gym challenge, and it also let them focus on their specialty, honing it to perfection. The somewhat dramatic coming out hadn’t had any bearing on that; it had just been convenient timing.
So far, the Battle Subway was a hit. They’d had coworkers express an interest in joining up, and had successfully proven the concept to the League; while it wasn’t guaranteed at this point, there was even talk of broadening the system to include more common battle styles.
With the prospect of expanding the services on the table, Ingo had been focused on how to make it work. There was a fair amount of interest in battling for a living, but so far, no other trainers who could serve as the final milestone for a line dedicated to single or double battles. While he and Emmet were certainly capable of filling those gaps, he needed to figure out how to make the timing work; using a win streak kept them from being swamped so far, so maybe it was just a matter of tweaking the existing system? How many wins could they reasonably expect a trainer to achieve? It was difficult to say. Not everyone was as… enthusiastic as he and his twin were, but if they’d boarded looking for a battle, then it wasn’t unfair to provide a certain amount of challenge…
He heard the lock turn, snapping him back to reality, and belatedly pulled a [blob] of accumulated fur from the comb he’d been moving on autopilot. It was the interruption of the pattern that caused Excadrill to look up, disturbed out of the doze it had fallen into.
On the other side of the front door, two muffled voices chattered back and forth, but went strangely quiet when they finally crossed into the apartment. Ingo sighed internally and braced himself for whatever trick would eventually be leveled at him.
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Saturday Morning Coffee
Good morning from Charlottesville, Virginia! ☕️
Fortune
Apple co-founder Steve Wozniak told ABC News that he had “minor but real stroke” while attending the World Business Forum in Mexico City, confirming reports from Wednesday
Here’s hoping for a full and speedy recovery!
The Iconfactory
The latest update to Linea Sketch is now available! From textures to thumbnail cropping, version 4.3 is packed with clever new features to make sketching on your iPad easier and more fun than ever.
By now I think you all know about my deep love for The Iconfactory. They are the brains behind Twitterrific — may Ollie rest in peace — and Wallaroo. But they also make this amazing drawing app called Linea Sketch!
The Iconfactory also does design work and consultations. They recently did the artwork for Stream’s feature in the App Store . They’re extremely talented and so easy to work with. Give them a shout if you needs some design work!
If you’re an artist you should give it a try and see how you like it.
Thanksgiving FYI
Hi, I’m Jim, an enthusiastic and dedicated home cook with more than a dozen Thanksgivings under my belt. I’ve hosted everything from small friendsgivings to giant multi-family affairs in foreign kitchens and I’ve assembled some strategies to help make the day great.
Jim is an internet pal and extremely nice fellow.
Thanksgiving FYI is Jim’s Thanksgiving newsletter chock full of tips and recipes for, you guessed it, Thanksgiving!
Who doesn’t like a good thanksgiving recipe?
I’d imagine you can still sign up and get everything he’s already published if you’d like and at $5 it’s a real steal! You even get access to a Slack so you can chat with others about the big day! 🦃
John Scalzi
FYI, I’m Writing a Film Column For Uncanny Magazine
I didn’t know it but John Scalzi was a reporter for the Fresno Bee at one time. Wild!
It’s incredible to me how much work this man churns out in a year. Here’s hoping his column is well received and long lived.
Kevin Purdy • Ars Technica
It’s not quite the end of Tumblr, but when management is supposedly sending memos with the Lord Tennyson quote about having “loved and lost,” it doesn’t look like there’s much of a future.
I’ve had a Tumblr account for years and years and I cross post to it, like I do Mastodon, but I’ve never used it as my primary blog. I’d considered it multiple times but I was never happy with their fixed taxonomy. I like to publish my posts in a Y/M/D format and Tumblr doesn’t support that. They also don’t publish static HTML which is another strike against them.
I’m bummed out by the possibility of it disappearing. It’s one of those internet properties I’d like to see stick around. It’s also looks like they’re gonna drop ActivityPub. 😔
Jason Snell • Macworld
There’s no real way to gloss over the fact that Mac sales went down 34 percent versus the year-ago quarter. And yet, for some reason, Maestri and Cook got out their Tom Sawyer paintbrushes and got to work.
At some point hyper-growth will stop. It’s just the way it is. Of course Apple offsets this by raising prices, which isn’t a surprise.
I got my first M based Mac early last year and didn’t unwrap it and start using it until early summer because I felt that my x86 Mac was fine. Luckily I decided to take the plunge to M2 land because I went from being a Director back to being a Software Engineer.
For me I’d guess this M2 could easily go for five years before it feels sluggish, and who knows, maybe beyond that?
As I like to say. I’m not compiling Photoshop or Microsoft Word. I’m just compiling iOS Apps. Even big iOS apps written in Swift build super fast. I’d even wager an M1 MacBook Air would blow the doors off my old x86 based Mac. They’re fast!
Marc Anthony Lopez • abc30.com
The founders and co-CEOs of failed tech company Bitwise have been charged for a $100 million fraud scheme following a federal investigation.
This one hurts. I know Irma — Irms as everyone calls her — and Jake. I’m having a difficult time believing they’d do something illegal like this and I still want to believe it was a horrible blunder. 😔
Emma Roth • The Verge
Disney’s combined Disney Plus and Hulu streaming app is on the way. As part of its fourth-quarter earnings results, Disney announced it’s going to launch the new app in beta for bundle subscribers in December, with the official launch coming in early spring 2024.
We are Hulu subscribers, Kim loves it. It makes me wonder how much it’ll change or will it literally be merging what Hulu offers directly into the app? So far Max seems to be fine with this strategy, although I’d prefer to have HBO content front and center instead of the mix of items we have today. Here’s hoping they do a great job combining the properties. I think they will.
Jonathan Lamont • MobileSyrup
Telus has joined Rogers in offering an online tool for customers to manage their eSIMs.
Telus is the grandparent company of WillowTree so I had to share this news.
Mark Frauenfelder • Boing Boing
Trump plans to deploy military on Inauguration Day, seize government agencies, and purge critics
This doesn’t surprise me. I fully expect his next term (he’ll never leave) in office to be a full on MAGA revenge tour. Our democracy will fail under the strain. We cannot let this guy become President again.
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Year in Review 2022 — Part 2 — TV
Not a big TV guy! I watched The White Lotus and (still) didn't love it (I know i'm on an island, here). The twinkle in F. Murray Abraham's eye, seeing problematic fave Michael Imperioli back at it, the revelation that is Meaghann Fahy, all of this kept me engaged even when I struggled with the broader goings on. The Rehearsal boasted some truly transcendent moments if the whole was a bit uneven, though I'd be lying if I said I wasn't perfectly happy to be along for the ride. (And truly, Fielder's cameo at the Mets Wild Card Game is enough for a spot in these honorable mentions.) Admittedly, I succumbed late to the Andor hype off of the promise of Michael Clayton in space, a promise on which the first handful of episodes delivered, but ultimately it ended up being too Star Wars for my tastes. (File Star Wars next to Drake and smoking weed on the list of things I may have once had a genuine affection for, but long since conjure nothing for me. Kicked the habit with no real intention or effort, just one day realized I was over it.) Along with Rogue One, maybe the only installment in my lifetime that kinda works for me, here Tony Gilroy is able to tell a singular story and bring in some deft genre elements while still being firmly a part of the larger tapestry, which is respectable. What's harder to take in the right spirit are the political implications of rebellion against the fascist cosplay that's depicted, not to mention the obvious fact of the place its coming from, but I'm not the guy to really expound there. Diego Luna is watchable, hitting all the little desperate Clayton-esque grace notes. Adria Arjona even moreso in her own way, another revelation, but more in the entry below than her thankless performance here. Stellan had some moments and Genevieve O'Reilly played a woman who would eventually have short hair pretty convincingly. All that said, I still don't ever need to see Andy Serkis in anything ever again. Any screen time that guy gets outside of mo-cap is too much. (The word count I'm devoting here is pure recency bias, btw.) I was pretty floored with the first episode of Station Eleven, but didn't stick with it. Between being down for watching Mackenzie Davis do pretty much anything and boasting the best director in television (Hero Murai, more on which below), its definitely on my list to revisit.
Irma Vep dir. Olivier Assays (HBO) I was as uncertain as anyone when I heard about this. Not something anyone would ever expect would warrant a remake, not a role anyone could fathom being played by anyone other than Maggie Cheung, not exactly what I wanted from one of my favorite directors. I quickly came around once I saw just how playful Assayas was getting here, though. This is precisely the kind of work I really love (Licorice Pizza, Widows, most Soderbergh, etc) where you have someone just completely mining all the things they love, where it doesn't hinge on stakes or plot, but rather on all the idiosyncratic things that make this artist who they are, taking shape in the culmination of something that is purely them, an accretion of what makes them a singular voice. Here Assayas is having as much fun with the meta-framework of a disastrous miniseries production in satirizing all the obvious talking points of our modern content landscape as he is with the ur-text of Les Vampires that is obviously still knocking around in his head nearly two decades later. The ways he cuts between the world he's depicting, the meta narrative of the show they're producing before our eyes, and the grainy silent-era footage upon which its based is the stuff of cinema employed at maybe the most assured and meaningful I've seen in television. He's capturing back the things that streaming has taken from the form, but remains fully and playfully aware of its context. He gets lost in the weeds, sure, but that's all part of the fun, it's a rare joy to just watch these people work. And it's even full of little flourishes for the sickos like me; the Sonic Youth needle drop, the K-Stew cameo, these things had name hollering and fist-pumping on the couch. Make no mistake, this is an undeniably major entry in Assayas' filmography.
Atlanta dir. Hiro Murai et al. (FX) This is the rare send-off the show deserved. Months later, I'm still in awe of what this series achieved in its back half. The risks it took consistently had my jaw on the floor and we're going to be contending with the breadth of what it was able to explore for years to come. To return after such a long hiatus with a divisive and daring third season and then build upon it, be even more daring but all the more true to its characters and world, attempting to solve its own issues and pose even more new questions, the best television rarely scratches this surface and this show did it at every turn. It is a gift that this core of writers, directors, and performers were able to remain so true to the show's strange dreamlike world and the brutally surreal real one just beyond it simultaneously. I lost count of how many levels Episode 8 was operating on, all the different layers and lenses, but for all of this awesome density, it remains hilarious, breathlessly easy to watch. It walks a thrilling tightrope of escape and confrontation and manages to build deep emotional connection and make you howl with laughter all throughout. There are too many great episodes and moments here to count, and an abundance of great writing and interviews on the subject as well, so I'll do my best to avoid rambling and rehashing, but this truly is some pinnacle of the form level shit in my humble opinion, and I really just feel so fortunate we got what we did here.
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🐢💜 Donatello x Male!Reader
Enter: New Interest!
OwO what's this? The long over due part 2?
Part 1
Stalk·er
/ˈstôkər/
noun
1.a person who harasses or persecutes someone with unwanted and obsessive attention.
2.a person who hunts game stealthily.
Donatello groaned as he dramatically dropped himself on his chair, slightly cringing as the sharp 'squeak' his chair made in protest.
He'll fix that that later. For now he was facing the toughest situation in his life yet.
It had been exactly 2 weeks, 4 days, 7 hours and 37 minutes since he had met April's love interest and frankly... it did not go the way he expected it.
Not only did the plan fail because of his hesitancy, but April is still going on and on about her highschool crush. It was highly infuriating and Donnie didn't like it.
And so he began with his investigation. He easily hacked into the student's information log and found his target. First came your student ID number, then your address, your parent's number and socials.
For a while, he convinced himself that he was only doing this to protect April. Gotta make sure you're a real person and not secretly a Kraang like Irma. He's doing the right thing in order to make sure his family and friends are safe! There's nothing wrong with that, right?
That was of course.... until he stumbled upon your Instagram---and my god you were just a different level of good looking.
Pictures upon pictures of you surrounded by lavish things and expensive clothing from Gucci to Chanel to Balenciaga---they all look good on you! And you were in places he never even imagined of going---Hawaii, Taiwan, New Zealand, Paris, you were everywhere!
Each photo was cleverly taken with expressions ranging from relaxed, to excited, to melancholy. It didn't take a genius to figure out that you were modeling.
Great! Not only were you Mr. Good Looking Popular Boy, now you're a model too?!
That's just ridiculous!!!
Donatello, at that moment knew, God made you just to spite him!
'Hyat! Take this! The ultimate human!'
It was at the heat of the moment when his hands took control while his mind rages with the temperature of the sun. He printed out a photo of your face with that cute-ehem-asshole grin and duck taped it to a pillow.
He now understands how Rapahel feels when he's mad. Donnie just wants to pour out his frustrations and punch something! Anything!
But just as he was about to give the first blow to his (y/n)-punching bag, he stopped.
In fact, one look at your smiling face, all of his anger immediately dispersed.
You looked happy. Carefree and innocent, like a teddy bear that needs a hug.
Donnie's face starts to turn red "Ah!! Stop it, stop it!!" He slapped his cheeks to calm his nerves. He looked at his makeshift punching bag and turned it face down. He'll go back on that later.
The tall terrapin walked back to his computer. Maybe he just needs a different photo? Yeah, an ugly photo. Maybe one of those stolen pictures of you picking your nose or mid sneeze!
"Yeah just need to find an ugly photo of him!" He assured himself "I'm sure I can find one on no time!"
There weren't any.
Each image of you was framed to perfection. He had to bitterly admit that your photographer knew exactly what he was doing.
"Grrr!!!" This was not good. Not according to plan.
So far, you were clean. Too clean.
He bet he could find some sort of dirt on you in other social medias instead so he went off to hunt down your accounts. It didn't take long for him to hook your phone's GPS on his computer, letting him know wherever you are at any given moment.
"Doña Alicia's elementary school? Ooorrrr a secret Kraang base!!" He screamed at the monitor "You won't be getting away from me, you thief!!"
And that, ladies and gentlemen is how Donatello Hamato went from background checking, to obsessive stalking.
"Tsk." He didn't like that word. He prefers 'Gathering information for safety purposes'.
He wasn't directly harassing you nor was he hunting you. He's just being protective of his loved ones!
Which is totally different!
He sighed. Today wasn't going good. His time and thoughts were occupied with you so much so that he hadn't had time to think about anything new. He already finished doing repairs anyway, maybe he'll call it a day and get some rest?
The purple turtle stood and dragged himself towards his room, passing by his brothers on the couch.
Leo was the first to notice him "Need something Donnie?"
Donnie just shook his head "No. I'm thinking about going to sleep."
"Woah!" Mikey did a double take from his video game "Did I hear that right? Donnie? Sleep? That's like mixing water and milk!"
"Actually, its water and oil."
"Whatever!" Raph injected "You've been acting weird lately."
Donnie was offended "I am not!"
"Well.." Leo started "You have been distracted a lot during training. And you're always in your lab but we don't hear you making anything." He shrugged.
"Can't I work in silence? What if I put sound proof padding in my lab?"
"Did you?"
"....no.."
"Hey guys!" April popped up seemingly out of nowhere.
"Hey April!" Mikey waved, still busy with beating his own high score.
Donnie stood in full alert. April is here!!!
Donnie clearned his throat and approached the red haired beauty "H-Hi Apri-"
"Leo! I need your help!" The redhead zoomed past the genius brother and went straight to Leo. Donnie sulked.
"Sure, what can I help you with?" Leo stood from his position on the couch to face April who looked bashful and hesitant.
"Do you ah... think you can help me with Space Heroes?" She asked.
What?
Leo looked surprised but otherwise pleased that someone took interest in his favorite show "Of course! May I ask why and what part you want to know?"
"Everything!" April replied without a second thought "(Y/n) mentioned that he used to watch Space Heroes as a kid and I was wondering if you could help me know enough to get a conversation flowing?" Donatello growled. He didn't like that April was going out of her way just to have something in common with you.
"That (y/n) again? Sheesh girls are crazy." Raph grumbled.
"Please Leo?" She clasped both of her hands and did her best puppy dog eyes at Leo.
Donnie didn't bother hearing the rest of it.
He stomped his way into his room and slammed the door shut. He dropped on his bed, immediately making eye contact with (Y/n), the un-punched Punching Bag.
"This is your fault!" He picked up the pillow and started shaking it "You're ruining my life!!" Donnie shouted at the poor pillow. "You already had everything! Why do you need her too?!"
He glared at your stupidly handsome face "You're waayyy too perfect to even be realistic!" He ranted "You may not be a Kraang but that doesn't mean you're not secretly an alien, are you?!" He accused the pillow as if it was going to reply.
It didn't.
"Oh what am I doing? This is so stupid." Of course it wouldn't reply. Donnie plopped back into his bed, still holding the verbally attacked pillow.
"Donnie?"
Donatello screamed, accidentally throwing the pillow on Raph's feet.
It landed facing up.
Raph looked at the picture taped on the pillow. Then to Donnie. Then the pillow. Then back to Donnie.
"I... I-I can explain!"
"So that's what happened?"
Donnie nodded. Raph was surprisingly understanding. For a second there, he expected his hot headed brother to run around the lair telling everyone about what he saw.
"Well I'm not really good at giving advice-"
"I know."
"-but I suggest you figure out this guy's personality in person. Anyone can fake their personality in social media and girls tend to get too knocked in on looks to notice anything bad about the guys they like." Raph said. "If he turns out to be a pretty boy with a bratty attitude you'll know to stay away." Raph leaned on the wall as he finishes.
"Wow..." Donnie was impressed. That didn't seem to bad "That's actually... a really good idea."
Raph smirked "Yeah, you're already stalking him so why not follow him around too?"
"I'm not a stalker."
"Yeah?! Tell that to him!" Raph gestured at the discarded (Y/n) punching pillow on the floor.
Donatello blinked. Walked up to pick up the pillow and looked at it straight in the eye.
"I am not a stalker." He glared at the pillow.
Raph facepalmed.
Part 3
#tmnt#tmnt donatello#tmnt imagine#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt donnie#tmnt x reader#tmnt 2012#donatello#tmnt 2k12
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Bianca+favorite relationship
(Each ask gets all of the bullet points! More for your money that way, ww)
First impression: This is so stupid, but I remember seeing Castafiore when I was 14 or 15 and really getting into the series for the first time, and being annoyed that the series's only prominent female character was an older lady. This attitude died off pretty quickly, fortunately
Impression now: I love her. She is outnumbered by 5 human male characters, but she matches their energy and presence at all times. I just realized while typing this that Castafiore has had it off with both of my favourite men in the series, and honestly? I'm not mad. Good for her
Favorite moment: Definitely when she helps Tintin and Haddock hide from Sponsz in The Calculus Affair, and gets Sponsz to reveal his plans out loud and give up the warrant in his coat pocket. This woman could not stop knocking it out of the park in this scene
Idea for a story: It's not my own, rather, it's a mockup cover by an artist named Mov...
("The Childhood of Castafiore".) I just think it's a fun concept to explore. Castafiore definitely came from a long lineage, probably with money, and anybody who loves writing/researching historical stuff could probably have a lot of fun building her a backstory
Unpopular opinion: The following won't be an unpopular opinion on Tumblr, per se, but elsewhere in the fandom...way too many people get hung up on Castafiore not being a conventionally-attractive woman, and base constant memes or parodies around this. They're not even that funny, either. There's whole pastiches where the joke is just "What if a larger woman...WAS NAKED? [1970s sitcom laugher; clown horn honks]" and it's just a waste of everyone's time. I'm looking at you, J@n Bucqu0y
Favorite relationship: I really like the Castafiore/Calculus dynamic. They're both eccentric talented airheads (which I say lovingly), and their height difference is pretty amusing. There is 1 female main character, and 1 male character who has ever shown attraction to a woman, and they've both found each other. I'm glad for them
Favorite headcanon: Sometimes I see people discussing if Castafiore and Irma had a bit of a sapphic thing on off to the side, which I find really interesting as a concept, but I just don't know where to place it in my mind/works yet. (I have too many favourite pairings lmao. If I ever made a pairing chart for the series, it would probably look like a spider web)
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Here's part two of my breakdown of the Mars plots and my theories about them:
Then we have the Legion and the person they're chasing. Now this is interesting, the Legion has been following them since earth and they've been specifically following Conner. The Legion seems to have the exact opposite mission statement from Bart's in season two. They are actively trying not to change anything. (I've seen a lot of people say that they went back to save Conner from Gar. I don't think that's correct. Without the cave in Gar wouldn't have ever known about Conner's current weakness and thus probably wouldn't have focused on Conner's wellbeing during his break down. Also J'onn would've been present at the altar building ceremony, meaning that he could've helped calm Gar down) The Legionnaires were not happy that Irma fixed Gar's mind, something that could cause a butterfly effect, but Irma's response is even more damning. "Maybe we always intervened" They are so confident that they won't crash the mode that they think that this time travel mission has always happened, will always happen and is a part of their original timeline. Even the 'one big thing' they're supposed to change, doesn't seem big enough to them to actually crash the mode.
The villain that they're after is the one with the heat vision. I don't think we've seen this villain yet. I'm not even entirely sure that they are a villain to begin with. So far this person has a) non lethally cut Mars off from earth and b) non lethally blown the Legion's cover. The fact that this person knows about the Legion points to them also being a time traveller. Likely, stopping the other time traveller is the entire reason for the Legion's mission. Given that the Legion specifically seems to be protecting Conner, I'm going to assume that the person they're after wants to either a) kill Conner, b) take Conner to the future, c) brainwash Conner or d) get Conner on their side before the Legion can get him on theirs.
Whoever this person is, they're incredibly strategic. They could've gone after Conner at any point in his life but they waited until he was isolated from the majority of his friends and family, far away from any real backup, and almost completely depowered. They furthered the isolation by blowing up the zeta tubes and Mars' satellite, making it impossible for Conner to call for help or escape.
They've also somehow managed to completely avoid any and all psychic detection despite being extremely close to M'gann when she was actively searching for nearby minds.
So ask yourself, what's the one kind of mind M'gann hasn't been able to detect? Non-organic, machine based minds. We see this from her very first episode, M'gann can't sense Red Tornado, Mister Twister or Ivo's minds because they're mechanical.
I don't know about you but when I think strategic, machine based time traveller from the future who's after a Kryptonian, I think Brainiac Five.
I don't know why the Legion would be after him, but maybe they disagreed about something. Brainiac Five wanted to grab Conner from the past or he wanted to change the last and the Legion went after him because it was against the rules.
As for the heat vision, I don't think it's a coincidence that in the same episode they identify for sure that it was heat vision, they also show a clip of Jon Kent developing his heat vision. Now, I'm not saying it's Jon, but I am saying that I think it's a Kryptonian (or possibly Mon-El). The Legion has a history of recruiting Kryptonian's in the comics after all. Mon-El, Kara Zor-El, Laura Kent, Chris Kent, grown up Jon Kent, they all seem like viable options to me.
Simply put, I think that Brainiac and a Kryptonian are working together to get Conner.
Now a huge part of me thinks that the Legion is secretly working for Vandal Savage. Vandal is trying to build up an army of superpowered people to fight Darkseid and the Legion is... A superpowered army. It's literally his dream, the Legion is what Vandal has been working towards since day one so I have no problem believing that he's pulling the strings here. Maybe Brainiac Five and the Kryptonian found out about this and are rebelling? It's a possibility that I like ngl.
Now, of course, this is just a theory. It's possible that Darkseid sent someone back in time to mess with things but that explanation just seems so messy to me. Why here? Why now? Why wouldn't he go and change a million other things if he had the ability to send people back.
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belated book asks, thank you for indulging me!
1- What book are you currently reading?
bros karamazov, 2/3s through atm.
i hate that i’m thinking about pathologic (video game) the entire time but i can't help it. the way characters are constantly bursting into people's houses & going "you’re an angel, you're the best person i've ever met, you're a saint" to someone they just met 5 minutes ago is so. distinct. i joked on twitter that the first half of the book is just alyosha running around completing sidequests, which i still think is true, but once i got to the grand inquisitor part i was like "Okay mr dostoevsky, you’ve got me."
2- What book did you recently finish?
"selections from science & sanity" by alfred korzybski, recently featured in the gumby quotes. a while back i listened to a 6 hour long interview with robert anton wilson where he talks about korzybski & general semantics so i gave it a shot. it's an abridged version of a 900 page book & i definitely plan on reading the full work at some point, it's wild. if you’re interested in language, consciousness, the gap between words & meaning, and/or hacking your brain i would recommend it. he repeats himself a lot but that's a side effect of his pedagogy, the goal of which is the eventual re-wiring of your entire nervous system in order to achieve a more rational worldview/healthier reactions to things. (so repetition via words/sounds/actions is necessary 2 engage the organism-as-a-whole.)
the most important takeaway for me is that everything & everyone you interact with is a completely unique object, and this necessarily extends to temporality-- Bob in 1999 is NOT the same person as Bob in 2010, and treating them as though they were is a harmful mistake. interestingly enough, im taking a class with J.F. martel (weird studies podcast, author of "reclaiming art in the age of artifice") & last night he said what amounts to exactly the same thing, except he was arguing for like, a soft animism (i-thou vs. i- it) & korzybski was arguing for a more "rational" & secular world. so fascinating.
3- What’s a book that’s been on your to-read list for a long time?
ulysses. i know. i know. i have a copy but keep bouncing off of it. idk why, i liked portrait of the artist as a young man. i think i’m worried i’ll turn into this person:
4- What’s the next book you’re hoping to read?
i just got "speech play: research & resources for the study of linguistic creativity" in the mail so probably that. i'm on a childlore kick rn & this is like... horizontally related
5- Is there a book you own, but aren’t planning on reading?
around 2 years ago i was walking home after a show high on E & i ran into a guy i had met at work a couple times. went over to his apartment because MDMA is like, "everything is SO meaningful and SO much fun." i barely remember our conversation but he ended up being like "you would like this book, here take it, i have 3 copies." so i now own a copy of "the eater of darkness" by robert m coates. i still haven't read it. the moral of this story is [???]
6- What was your favorite series as a kid? Would you still read it now?
so many of you asked this question :P
THE TRUTH: i was obsessed with lotr from age 8 to 13 with a level of dedication that i've never known since. yes, i would still read it now. i reread the silmarillion last year & it was naturally a way more rewarding experience than when i was a kid!
8- Fantasy or sci-fi?
i like & have read a lot of older sf/f (le guin asimov pkd etc etc) but im not actively into either nowadays. i read whatever reaches me from the queer sf/f twitter pipeline (like whatever's on wizards vs lesbians) but otherwise dont pay much attention. so the answer is "idk!!!”
12- Have you ever read a celebrity memoir? If so, whose was it?
the only memoir i've read in recent years has been "memories, dreams, reflections" so if jung counts as a celebrity, there you go
14- Fiction or non-fiction?
non-fiction in both quantity of books owned & what i prefer reading. i almost view them as 2 separate activities bc the motivation for & experience of reading them are so wildly different
15- Favorite fiction genre?
i know i said im not "actively into" sci fi but
16- Favorite non-fiction genre?
"philosophy" i guess. i also really love any phenomenological/experience-based studies of paranormal stuff, like "the terror that comes in the night" by david hufford or anything by jacques vallée. basically books that both a) take strange experiences seriously & b) examine/catalogue them scientifically (to whatever degree).
22- How do you organize your books?
“poorly”
26- What’s your favorite book?
fav non-fiction book: “time loops” by eric wargo. what if freud's career-making "irma dream" was a premonitory dream about the oral cancer that would severely impede his quality of life in his old age? (fantastic blog entry by the author, serves as a kind of intro to this topic: http://thenightshirt.com/?p=4326 )
when i read “time loops” it felt like everything i had ever read (& will ever read future tense) was for the sole purpose of understanding it. “time loops” picks up where J.W. dunne's 1927 "an experiment with time" left off. i won't say too much more about it but everyone should read it. it's so smart & engaging & will totally blow your miiiind, maaaan
speaking of "an experiment with time," in 1964 a guy named vladimir nabokov began an experiment of his own following the directions dunne laid out in his book. dunne encouraged readers to write down their dreams in order to test the theory that a later event could generate an earlier dream.
nabokov’s experiment with dreams & time strongly influenced “ada or ardor: a family chronicle” which happens to be my favorite novel. i first read it when i was 18, and i've reread it 3 times since then (with the help of ada online, my beloved http://www.ada.auckland.ac.nz/ ) i would not recommend this book to anyone who doesn’t already like nabokov & know what he’s about. it’s fucked up & self indulgent & i love it so much
30- What character do you connect with the most?
when jung said he was bad at math? i felt that
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Hi Star! ya know it, Hux for the niche questions game :)
Thank you, Irma! I just lov him 🥺
a song that reminds me of them
Roses Are Falling by Orville Peck
what they smell like
Most of the time, he smells like hand sanitizer and soap. When he's at an event, or needs an extra confidence boost, he'll wear expensive scents. They're natural and light—the faintest whiff of smoke and salt air.
an otp
There's not really anybody in universe that I ship him with :/ I sometimes like the content I see for gingerpilot and kylux but I'm not super invested in either.
a notp
Hux and Rey, I guess. It doesn't make much sense to me.
favorite platonic/familial relationships
Hux and Phasma as besties, or Hux and Mitaka as uncomfortable work friends.
a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with
Uhhhh, not to swing a bat at a hornet's nest, but I don't think he's gay? Obviously, I have no problem who headcanon him that way, but when people try to prove his sexuality based off the 9 minutes of screen time he has in the movie it seems like pretty shaky ground to me. Personally I headcanon him as bi for entirely selfish reasons: I'm also bi and I'm stupid horny for men in their late 30s who look like they're dying.
the position they sleep in
Curled up on his side in a tight little ball, but he's a restless sleeper, and he flails a lot.
a crossover au i’d love to see them in
I don't know! I haven't really thought about it!
my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn
He only has the one uniform I'm pretty sure but I really like his look from TLJ (i know it's extra greasy but i can't help myself). We didn't get it in any of the movies, but I also love the all-white ensembles people put him in for Emperor AUs.
Niche Questions
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Irmee and the five Limmees
So, I vaguely dream-flashed this at some point last night. It’s a kid’s cartoon type story that is the notebook-doodled invention of Irma from the 80s TMNT series.
(That’s cartoon Irma if you don’t know her)
The protagonist, Irmee, was obviously her self-insert and looked pretty much like her, except that Irmee was a wizard, wearing a wizard robe (possibly with a hood but worn down, not up) and carrying a wooden staff and able to do magic. She was also accompanied by her sidekick brigade, the Five Limmees, who were sort of dwarf-like (they came up to her waist) and also wore hooded robes, though they kept their hoods pulled up to mostly hide them. I’m pretty sure the Limmees were based off the Turtles themselves, though I’m not sure who the fifth would have been. A joke about either April or Splinter? Anyway, she and her sidekicks had underground cave adventures (not sewers) looking for treasure.
Now, as I understand it, Irma was a character invented for the 80s cartoon who didn’t really get much traction and hasn’t appeared in much since except for a few tiny joke references. Her character was also inconsistently written, as I recall - sometimes she was clever and nerdy, other times she was just a huge boy-crazy loser. She was supposed to be April’s best friend but seemed younger. Overall, while April was occasionally competent even if often a damsel in distress, Irma was mostly a clumsy joke getting in the way.
But as anyone from the era can tell, she LOOKED suspiciously like an older version of Jeanette from the Chipettes. And that’s who kid-me wanted her to be, really. The Smart Girl, a shy and awkward nerd in need of help and protection, but able to contribute meaningfully with her brain. And exactly the sort of girl who might have been daydreaming this Irmee story where she could be the magical hero.
80s kid me’s endgame pairings for the turtles were Leo / Lotus Blossom, Raph / Mona Lisa, Mikey / Kala, and Don / Irma. I hated it every time they depicted Irma being dumb because it took away from my plans. (April never figured into my schemes. Never paired her off with anyone, not even to get rid of her. It’s not like I hated her, I just didn’t care, I had no investment in her.)
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Wilson Brothers Know Eccentric - Houston Chronicle (2005)
By ERIC HARRISON
AUSTIN - You know you're in Austin when the stranger sitting next to you in a movie theater — a middle-aged, white truck-driver type — introduces himself as Spirit Wolf and tells you his life story, which involves a tough divorce, suicidal tendencies and a Navajo sweat lodge.
There's no evidence Spirit Wolf and Owen Wilson have ever met, but Wilson no doubt had guys like Spirit Wolf in mind when he said the other day that folks in Austin have great appreciation for "eccentric characters."
Wilson should know. Not only did the Dallas native attend the University of Texas, but he also plays eccentrics so well in movies such as The Life Aquatic According to Steve Zissou that you just know it can't all be acting.
He plays another one in his new film, The Wendell Baker Story, which had its world premiere Friday, the opening night of the South by Southwest Film Festival.
Running through Saturday, the festival features almost 200 movies and panels examining the business and art of filmmaking.
It kicked off Friday with the annual Texas Hall of Fame Awards. The Austin Film Society honored Texas natives Dennis Quaid, Marcia Gay Harden, Robert Rodriguez and Irma P. Hall and also gave an award to Lauren Bacall, who appeared in the Texas-based, 1956 movie Written on the Wind.
Among attendees were actors Billy Bob Thornton and Thomas Hayden Church, filmmakers Joel and Ethan Coen, and comedian George Lopez.
The Wendell Baker Story is a family affair, directed by Owen's brothers, Luke and Andrew, and written by Luke, who also plays a decidedly nonmainstream character — a con man whose values change during an extended stay at one of Texas' many fine correctional facilities.
Upon his release, he goes to work at a nursing home where the staff (headed by Owen's character) is ripping off the residents. Wendell teams with several residents to save the day while also struggling to regain the love of his ex-girlfriend, played by Eva Mendez.
But wait a minute. Andrew? Who knew there was another one?
The oldest of the three brothers, the blonde, bearded Andrew has kept a lower profile than his siblings, but he is an actor who has appeared in Bottle Rocket, Rushmore, The Royal Tennebaums, both Charlie's Angels movies and other films. Luke, the youngest, turned to Andrew for help when he decided to try his hand at directing.
"We sort of did everything together," Luke said in a conversation with reporters Saturday. "I could never do it alone."
The movie, which was shot in Austin, also stars Harry Dean Stanton, Seymour Cassel and Eddie Griffin and features Will Farrell and Kris Kristofferson in small roles. It's a loose-limbed comedy, the sort of lightly plotted story that allows plenty of room for the offbeat comedy to grow out of the characters.
It's like a low-budget take on the episodic character-driven films Luke and Owen say they loved in the 1970s. It's also sort of a throwback to Bottle Rocket, the 1996 debut of director Wes Anderson that Luke and Anderson wrote. That film introduced Anderson, Luke and Owen to Hollywood.
"Maybe it's like a sort of spiritual sequel," Owen said of The Wendell Baker Story. There likely will never be a sequel to Bottle Rocket, he said, but, noting that he and Luke continue to appear in Anderson's films, he added: "Maybe you don't do an actual sequel but you just keep working with the same people."
Luke and Owen mostly appear in big-budget Hollywood movies these days. Luke said he liked working in a tightknit community like Austin, where the crew doesn't look at a movie as just a job.
"It's kind of unusual to have guys on the crew who have read the script," he said. "You never see that. People here don't seem to be punching the clock so much. They're into it."
With filmmakers such as Rodriguez and Richard Linklater based here, and with a new UT-related production company gearing up (headed by veteran producer Christina Vachon), Austin has become a hotbed for filmmaking in Texas. Someone asked Andrew if he thought it would grow in importance.
"I think it's good the way it is," he said, noting that it has a deep enough well of talent to accommodate several film productions going on at the same time. "I'd hate to see it get too much bigger and maybe become more jaded."
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Anyone Who Knows What Love Is Will Understand
pairing: peter maximoff/reader
summary/request: Peter suddenly finds out what the gaping hole in his memory is hiding.
warnings: cheating, angst, language, uh like a teenie tiny mention of sex but like its teenie tiny
notes: which one of you fuckers let me watch Black Mirror, huh? no one asked for this but I feel like shit for not posting yesterday and inspiration struck. also sorry if this is incoherent i didnt edit it and its 2 am
Based off Black Mirror episode 4 season 2, “White Christmas” and the song Anyone Who Knows What Love Is (Will Understand) by Irma Thomas
Peter was sure he had heard the song before-- the soft, melodic voice of Irma Thomas singing the lyrics to Anyone Who Knows What Love Is. His fingers drummed the beat steadily on his stomach as he waited for you. Peter was laying on the couch, his feet laying on the armrest as he absentmindedly listened to the radio. He smiled as he held a small remote in his hand-- the same remote that controlled the technology behind his eyes. Peter’s thumb flicked the center button, swiping his finger in circles until he accessed his photos. There Peter sat, a dumb, lovestruck smile on his face as he shuffled through photos of you.
The first photo he studied was from your first date; Peter had taken you to a drive in and you watched Grease. The two of you were humming the tune to Greased Lightning for the next week. Peter could recall the way you lied in the back of Logan’s truck, his jacket wrapped tightly around you to keep you warm. That didn’t stop Peter from using his body heat to warm you too, of course.
The second photo he stumbled upon was taken at Kurt’s 21st birthday party when you had given Kurt a speech about his accomplishments and how much everyone loved him. The third photo was from the same party, this time being taken by Scott. It was a photo of you and Peter drunkenly making out against a wall. Peter remembered the intoxicated giggles that the pair of you were reduced to after Scott showed you the photo.
The final photo Peter examined was taken just a few nights ago at a bar you and Peter had visited with Logan and Charles. You were sitting in a dimly lit booth beside Peter, a bright smile on your face. Peter remembers-- actually, Peter can’t remember much from that night. He got drunk fast and the rest of the evening was nothing more than a dark blur, a void of nothingness. He tried shuffling through his memories, but even the tech in his eyes seemed to have failed him. Either that, or he deleted them. Why would he delete them?
Peter’s thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, the jingle of the doorknob somehow snapping Peter out of his trance. The song from before had apparently repeated, but Peter didn’t mind. The silver-haired man got up from his position to greet you at the door, but you had moved from the doorway to the bedroom quite quickly. By the time he reached the bedroom, you were sitting on the bed facing away from him. The air that hung in the room was tense, and the affection that Peter was prepared to give felt oddly inappropriate.
Your face was dark, the light in the room casting shadows across your features. Your eyes were trained on the carpet floor, and Peter couldn’t help but notice the pained vacancy behind your pupils. Steadily, your breath came in short bursts. You didn’t look at Peter when he walked in or when he sat next to you. No, your eyes never left the floor.
“Y/n? Are you okay?” Peter’s voice was hesitant and concerned. You didn’t answer, instead, you took a deep breath.
“Do you know that feeling when you learn something about someone you love, and it’s so… so terrible that it hurts to love them? That feeling of guilt and hopelessness when you learn that someone you poured your heart and soul into wasn’t who you thought they were? And-.. and you can never look at them the same again?” The sorrow in your voice felt like a punch to Peter’s chest. The truth is, Peter knew that feeling all too well. He didn’t respond, though, realizing that it was a rhetorical question. Your eyes stayed on the floor. “I woke up this morning and I loved you. The night before I fell asleep and I loved you. The entire day before that night I went to work and I trained and I learned and I taught and through all of that I loved you. I love you and I have for as long as I can remember.” You were getting angrier and angrier with every word, but not violent angry. Hurt angry. “Can you say the same?”
“O-of course I can, babe, what’s wrong?” For the first time your eyes tore away from the floor and met Peter’s, tears threatening to fall. There was something unfamiliar in your eyes and it made Peter so incredibly afraid.
“Can you?” Your voice is venomous and pained. “Can you really, Peter? Because I don’t think you can.” The song from before was still playing and looping, but neither of you two really cared.
“What do you mean? Where is this coming from?” With that, Peter receives a file from you. He scrambles for the remote in his pocket, quickly lighting up his eyes to see whatever caused you such sorrow. It’s an image of Peter and a girl he can’t recognize in an alleyway. For a second, he doesn’t realize what exactly they’re doing, but then it hits him like a train.
“That image was sent to everyone. Every single fucking person I’ve ever interacted with knows that my boyfriend is a--” You cut yourself off. Even after all this, you still care for him and you don’t want to hurt him. “Why, Peter? Why?”
Peter couldn’t respond. He was still staring blankly at the photo desperately trying to make sense of everything. The gap in his memory-- that must be what this is. Peter was feeling so many things at once, but he mostly felt embarrassed and cowardly. Instead of dealing with whatever this was, he deleted the memory-- seemingly hoping that it would simply disappear. He flicked the remote and the image disappeared, leaving Peter to sit and process the information he was just given. Unfortunately for him, his girlfriend wanted answers as to why he was screwing someone that wasn’t her in an alley.
“I…” Peter said softly. He didn’t want to admit it, but Peter knew he had to. “I wiped it.”
“You what?” You were in disbelief. Of course, you understood the logic behind wiping it, but you never thought Peter could be so… so cowardly.
“I wiped the memory. I can’t-- I don’t know what happened. I must’ve wanted to, uh, let it go.” Peter expected outrage, he expected harsh words or tears or shouting-- all of those things well-deserved, but they never came. You didn’t scream or shout or lash out. You just laughed. You laughed a humorless, dry laugh, and it took Peter a minute to realize your uncontrollable laughter was meshed with an onslaught of sobbing.
“You-- you wanted to let it go,” you laughed. Peter started crying, knowing what was coming. “You wanted to let it go.”
“I know that was stupid and fucking cowardly-- I would take it back if I could and I am so, so sorry, for everything.” Peter pleaded. Your laughter came to a slow stop, leaving the tears in its wake.
“You wanna know something ironic? I would’ve trusted you more if you kept the memories.” you sniffled. “You wanna know why? Because then I would be sure that you didn’t mean it. That it wasn’t 100% your fault. But I can’t be sure, not now, because you don’t remember. You can’t tell me if you meant it because you don’t know.” You stand up and Peter cries harder as you walk away from him. He’s quick to follow you, reaching out for your warm embrace. Peter is ready to beg, to fall to his knees and beg for your forgiveness.
“Maybe you were right. Maybe we both need to… to let things go.” You walk over to the man in front of you, pulling him into a tight hug. He clings to you, his tears soaking your shirt-- you’re crying, too. Peter didn’t know you were holding your remote until it was too late. With the flick of your finger, you were reduced to nothing more than a bumbling blur. Your picture-perfect features that Peter loved were gone, leaving nothing in their wake. The comforting sound of your voice that made Peter feel warm and safe were replaced by a deep gurgling gibberish. You-- or, your silhouette, grabbed your jacket and walked out the door. Peter was alone, the only sound breaking the silence other than his heartbroken crying was the melodic sound of Irma Thompson’s voice.
I know to ever let you go
Oh, it’s more than I could ever stand
Oh but,
Anyone who knows what love is will understand
#Evan Peters#peter maximoff#peter maximoff x reader#peter maximof x reader#quicksilver#quicksilver x reader#xmen fanfiction#xmen imagine#xmen songfic#black mirror au#irl dont look
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