#woah Jane my beloved
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Step by Step Episode 8 Ramblings
Episode 7 Ramblings, here
Put is not even gonna let Pat say his piece? 2 minutes in and I'm already burning mad
"I haven't taken you for granted like before"
"I know, you've been really good to me" Oh Pat, you pathalogical people pleaser
I continue being impressed by this show showcasing how adults do and should handle relationships and everything that comes with it. This must be one of the most realistic breakup scenes in BLs. And it is done without compromising the emotions of the characters. Hats off, really
Jane is wearing two layers of pink. Our resident Tumblr color demon @respectthepetty has taught us that pink = love, so good to know that his feelings has remained unchanged or even intensified from last when we saw him
My god, Khun Jeng looks so fineeeeeeeee
And he's wearing a dark blue shirt underneath his neutral brown jacket. While Pat is in a dark blue cardigan. Interesting
Ohhhhhhh wow Jane is pissed and Jaab is too. The cat fight between these two is gonna be hilarious
Put, you insufferable snake, ya dumped. Stop misrepresenting facts
Jeng, how the fuck did you know? Are you really THAT perceptive?
Oh man, that is the worst takeaway you can ever have from a failed relationship
*jaw dropped* Oh Jeng is going for the jugular. Oh he's done playing games, he wants to fight
Oooooooooof. Put, you manipulative bastard
Oh it's still not over. Oh they're still going, holy shit, this is intense
Is that a threat, about coming out? Seriously, what the fuck
I CAN'T WAIT to read all the body language analyses y'all are gonna write on that scene. Woah, that really was something
Ae and Beam are here!
Well, Ae looks like a goddess, as usual. What else is new?
I love this scene and the commentary that comes with it. Keep your noses out of pregnant people's business, for fuck's sake! How hard is it to have some basic decency?
I love that Tae is calling out how quickly Jeng's mood changes from brooding to giddy and vice versa in this conversation.
We have a new stuffie. The shark is out and the tiger is in. YES I SEE IT AND I LOVE IT
Oh I'm sooo ready for this non-date date. I want the sweet, sweet fluff to drown me. Gimme all the blushing, all the eye contact, all the accidental brushing of fingers, GIVE IT TO ME
OH MY GOD, he planned the whole thing. He had people move chairs out of the way for aesthetics. This complete bitch (affectionate)
GUYS, THE FLIRTING, I know I said I can handle it, but this is too adorable ^^
Jeng just hung up on his brother in a flash, not even waiting for him to respond? Oh that's cold
Oh shit, Pat is drunk, again, Here come the truth bombs
Damn, Man Trisanu is nailing this. He is acting his ass off to show how restless Jeng feels before every almost-confession
This slowburn is gonna kill us all, honestly
Oh we are dancing, oh it's so gloriously awkward, oh make it stop
Jaab, my beloved, I've missed your melodrama. You look like a divorced sugar baby who won half the riches in the settlement, I love it
Jeng tells Pat he can be just a safe space for him, while Pat is sobbing on his shoulder about his ex. All while Jeng has been trying the whole day to confess his own feelings for Pat. Every atom of this man is a green flag, I swear
These drunk disaster gays, I love them so much
Pat, sweetie, no. Please, you must be joking. Don't tell me you didn't know, DON'T TELL ME YOU ARE THAT OBLIVIOUS!
Okay, now Pat has to rethink each and every one of their interactions to see if he has ever misled Jeng, or if Jeng has ever crossed his boundaries. And then recalibrate his feelings with this new information. Yeah, this could take a while.
I'm leaning more and more towards the possibility of a second season, or even a special episode, after the show ends. Because there is no way they can fit all the domesticity these characters deserve within the next couple of episodes.
Ahhhh I can't believe the slowburn is still not over. I love it and I hate it and I'm pretty sure this show has turned me into a sadomasochist.
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chapter 3 - hungry howie's big date
2.6K words
warnings - mmm? daddy issues, i think that's it
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It’s during third-period chemistry with his favorite lab partner, Chrissy Cunningham, that Eddie is interrupted from work he was actually looking forward to. By Michael Wheeler of all people.
“Journalism Pass!” Mike holds up the back of his sister’s badge to Mrs. Clink and she bats her hand dismissively.
Chrissy tightens the scratched plastic goggles around her head while Eddie leans his hip against their work table, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently, “Yes, Wheeler?”
“There’s a showing of Rocky Horror that I wanna take Jane to this weekend.”
Eddie snorts, peeking over his shoulder at Chrissy, pressing the palm of her hand into her glossed lips to keep back her giggles, “That’s an R-rated movie, wonderboy.”
“Yeah,” Mike rolls his eyes, “and I still can’t date my girlfriend unless you’re dating her sister. So we both have good points.”
Brows shooting to her hairline, Chrissy “woah”s at the little guy’s audacity.
Eddie gestures flippantly to the lanky mess in front of him, “Right? Worse than Henderson, I tell you.”
She wide-eyed nods in agreement.
Returning to his cash cow, Eddie tilts his head - eyes narrowed, “So what? You wanna double-date at Rocky Horror?”
“No, obviously not,” looking through his peripherals, Mike notices Mrs. Clink staring at them a little too hard and turns so his and Eddie’s backs are facing the woman, “I just need you two to be out on a date so I can take out Jane. I also need you to get us into the movie and then leave. Or sit in a different row.”
So demanding, so unfavorable.
Eddie sticks out a hand, palm up, “Fifty. Now.”
Through a positively murderous stare, Mike asks, “What makes you think I have fifty bucks on me right now?”
A long huff passes through Eddie’s nose, “You’re a spoiled, conniving, upper-class nerd and you’re one of my best friends,” he curls his fingers into a fist twice before shoving his flat palm closer to Mike, “Now cough it.”
Similarly sighing, Mike bends down at the knee and yanks out a folded stack of crinkly ten-dollar bills from his sock.
Snatching up the money, Eddie pats Mike’s head as one would a dog, “Now if you wanna complete your Munson-ification process, stop carrying fat wads on your person,” he slaps the pad of tens against the bridge of Mike’s nose, “Everyone knows you’re rich, Wheeler - don’t flaunt it.”
Before Mike gets the chance to properly defend himself, Eddie tucks the money into the snug waistband of his boxers and shoos him away.
“I’ll figure out something for my beloved shrew, but right now Cunningham and I need to light scraps of metal on fire for an hour,” Eddie nudges Mike back by the shoulder and returns to the girl’s side.
She’s tugging on her rubber gloves while Eddie puts on his own pair of safety goggles.
“You know anything interesting going on this weekend?”
Blinking, Chrissy hums before the blankness brightens, “I think there’s an H&M sale in Indianapolis featuring some Laura Ashley stuff. She might like that.”
“Something easier on my fifty-buck budget, please?” he watches her light the Bunsen burner.
Shaking her head, Chrissy pouts, “Sorry, Eddie.”
“No worries,” he stares up at the water-stained ceiling, “I’ll just have to get my own idea.”
And getting Eddie to have his own idea is like asking a teen movie to not rip off the movies before it.
Eddie’s van sputters up to the Hopper cabin precisely two minutes after he said it would. Black backdrop and twinkling stars watch you shoo Eleven off and they awkwardly pull their collars and glance away when your father sternly calls your name before you can follow.
“You’ve had a bad attitude lately,” his hands are on his hips and he’s barely gotten out of his uniform, “I know you’re growing up and need your space, but if you’re gonna go out with this guy then I need to know who the man is.”
And flashing, headache-inducing red lights blare in the back of your mind at the idea of him meeting Eddie. So you resort to manipulation, “He’s a friend of Mike’s - isn’t that enough?”
“No,” he removes the Sheriff’s hat he’s always claimed squeezes too tight and runs a hand through his hair, “I barely like Mike. You expect me to like a senior he’s friends with that I’ve never even met?”
Glancing back, you can barely make out the pinched brows and overly invested lean of Eddie Munson’s concern through his tinted windows.
“Eddie Munson,” you’re too tired to fight and your eldest daughter intuition tells you Jim’s pager is about to go off soon anyways, “that’s the friend.”
“No!” he puts both hands up, evidently distressed, and you find joy in the way his gray hairs must be growing in, “No way.”
“Yes way,” you shrug and waltz towards the van, waving off your father, “I like him so play nice!” and you aren’t totally sure if you’re really saying that to piss him off or if it’s true. Jim opens his mouth to retort, so you lug the passenger side door open and shout before he can, “Can’t hear you over the pager that’s about to go off in two seconds!”
And before you’ve even got the van door closed, his pager does - in fact - go off.
Eddie wants to ask, and you see that, so you just nudge him with your elbow and he pulls out of the dirt driveway quickly.
“Intense fight there,” Eddie hisses through his teeth, “Honestly, I was about to put earmuffs on the kids - it was scary.”
It’s his way of prodding. Avoiding rejection by pretending it could be a joke and then still getting hurt if you turn him down.
“He’s just been up my ass ‘cuz I’m not going to college.”
Eleven comes forward, face puffing up between yours and Eddie’s seats, “You’re not going to college?!”
You shove her back by the shoulder, sick to the stomach at the idea of explaining your life plan (or lack thereof) to your little sister, “What’s the plan for tonight, Munster?”
“For them,” he braces, arms stiff and eyes nervously flickering between you and the rearview mirror, “an R-rated movie. For us? Leaving before the movie to go somewhere totally romantic.”
Avoiding rejection by pretending it could be a joke - his true specialty.
“Sounds spectacular,” you muse, and his arms loosen from their ramrod-straight position.
Totally romantic ends up being at Lover’s Lake next to his van. A threadbare, plaid blanket with a mysterious black stain in the upper right corner is laid over surrounding grass and rocks with a Hungry Howie’s Taxi yellow pizza box in the middle. You suspect the pizza is room temperature by now, but Eddie is nervously picking at his shoelace as he waits for you to sit down, so you choose to not say anything.
As soon as you sit beside him, Eddie shoots up onto his feet, hands bracing you for patience, “I almost forgot!”
Eddie slams open the back doors and disappears inside, you hear a clunk and curse before he tramples back out, uneven-footed and stumbling. A boombox in both hands, he sets it down and presses play.
The borderline waxing poetic opening guitar to Cinderella’s ‘Nobody’s Fool’ crackles over the speakers and Eddie hurriedly turns it down to a gentler hum.
“As long as you don’t listen to the lyrics, it’s kind of romantic,” Eddie pops open the Hungry Howie’s box and grease stains dot the top, “You probably don’t know, but most metal ballads- “ he gestures to the boombox leaking out Tom Keifer with raised brows, “even hair metal ballads - are not super romantic.”
“I can pretend,” you lean over his outstretched leg and brush against his leather-clad side to grab one of Howie’s infamously thick slices, “This is already the most well-thought-out date I’ve been on.”
And you haven’t been on many dates. Eddie knows that, too, but he decides to keep his big trap shut.
The pizza is room temperature by now, but Eddie so nervously tucks an arm into the swirling pit of his stomach and you decide to keep your own trap shut. Eddie can’t say why he’s so nervous - it shouldn’t matter whether or not you actually like him. It really, really shouldn’t, but he can’t help but hope you do.
“Uhm, so,” his eyes look nice under the shiny little pinprick stars, and you chastise yourself for focusing on that when he’s trying to talk to you, “I’m more than happy to listen if you wanna bitch about your problems with the old man. Not that you would be, you know, bitching bitching, just complaining. Yeah, complain. ‘Cuz you’re not a bitch, you know that- “
“Thanks, Eddie,” you cut him off, a hand on his shoulder. You finish off the slice of pizza in your other hand and shrug, “I mean, bitching doesn’t sound too bad if you actually mean it.”
“‘Course I do,” he turns to face you completely, the gentle swoosh of the lake water under moonlight easily forgotten in favor of you, “Trust me, sweetheart, if anyone gets parental problems, it’s me.”
“Well,” you normally have trouble talking about things like this, but something about Eddie makes you feel open. Like a social worker’s dream, he is the softest couch and sweetest candy bowl, “He’s always busy with work - way too busy for me and Jane. And when he is home, it’s about me not going to college and Jane’s stupid high school romance and my attitude as if he’s not the dickhead that causes it all in the first place…” you sigh, a physical weight off your chest, “Only good thing to come of his bullshit lately is that I get to paint in my ex-mom’s storage unit downtown.”
“Ex-mom is an interesting term.”
“Diane wanted to adopt me as a last-ditch attempt to save the family after their birth daughter died,” the years of this exact thought process echoing around your head prevent you from shutting up, “And then she decided she wanted nothing to do with either of us and just,” you make a ‘scatter-off’ motion with your hands, “Left behind divorce papers and then Jim was a wild alcoholic and wilder smoker until Jane came along and then… suddenly he wants to be better.”
The clarity hits you like a stack of bricks, that you spilled your guts embarrassingly fast and that mortification makes you look over to Eddie, who stares back with wide eyes.
“Anyways…”
“No, just- “ he grins and you can’t help but grin back, “I’ve never had someone actually trust me to just let go like that,”
“I’m glad to be the first.”
If Eddie truly had no inhibitions, he would’ve said he wants you to be his last.
And he doesn’t know where that comes from.
“What do you paint about?” so he leans back on his elbow and breaks the thick air. Shatters it completely like it was nothing to begin with.
You cringe preemptively, “My feelings.”
“Oh, a poetic type,” he punches your shoulder softly, “It’s cool, I write songs about that. All the mucky shit.”
You turn onto your stomach, propping your head up on your elbows and ignoring the soft ache it initially stirs in your chest, “Will you ever show me one of your songs?”
“Only if you show me your art.”
“You’re moving a bit fast.”
“Nah, that’s only - like - first base.”
You two linger there. Soft eyes and pouty lips and pizza cooling under the night sky. He hums, entirely to himself, and you lean forward to nudge his arm.
“What’s going on in your pretty head, Munster?”
“Honestly,” he’s quiet. So much quieter than he normally is, and that’s as scary as realizing his rejection hurt your feelings, “I’m just thinking about how you’re not nearly as mean as everyone says.”
“Yeah,” you turn onto your back, eyes up at the stars instead of Eddie’s kind face, “people usually assume you’re a bitch when you’re not smiling at them 24/7.”
He doesn’t respond, and that would be terrifying if he wasn’t motioning for you to continue.
“I mean, I’m not surprised,” so continue, you do, “People usually just expect women to smile and nod to whatever they say as if there’s no thoughts or feelings to each person,” at his persistent silence, you inhale sharply, “First base was actually my feminist rant all along.”
You look back over to Eddie and he’s smiling so big and wide, all for you - at the fear of misspeaking, he intentionally makes himself BooBoo the Fool, “I love Debbie Harry.”
“Oh my God!” you swat his shoulder and he falls onto his own back.
“I’m kidding,” his head swivels to lock eyes with you, sweet bambi eyes nothing except sincere, “but feminism is metal. Equality for all, I fuck with that.”
“I’m glad,” a sudden memory makes you giggle, and at Eddie’s curious stare you expand, “I actually dumped Jason Carver in freshman year because he said women should obey their husbands.”
He gags histrionically, “I’d never say that.”
“I figure.”
You’ve heard from older women the dangers of getting wine drunk with no men to kiss - being that sauced with that intense a romantic urge could kill someone, you’ve heard. And it’s strange - how just being around Eddie can drive you as mad as the stories you’ve heard.
You turn again, onto your side now, “Are you drunk?”
He looks at you like you’re nuts and you’re almost embarrassed at the fact that Eddie can actually drive you so crazy, “No.”
“I’m not drunk either.”
It takes him a painfully visible minute until finally, the lightbulb above his wild hair dings alight and Eddie excitedly matches your position. He tenderly puts a hand on your cheek, calluses purely lovely on your skin as he asks, “Can I kiss you?”
The ache in your chest that you imagine is what the prolonged poison of having no man to kiss when wine drunk hits, you nod, bizarrely giggly, “It’d feel like a personal attack if you didn’t.”
Maybe you were scared for nothing. Eddie seems like a sweet guy with sweet intentions and sweet words. His kiss is sweet, too. It tastes like the tomato sauce of Hungry Howie’s pizza and the weed he smokes and no sinister third thing lingers.
Eddie, however, feels sick. He needs to talk to Mike and he knows Wayne would punch any other guy straight in the head for doing what he’s done to you. He likes you. He likes your bitterness and your anger and the way you roll your eyes at his antics and he wants to soften your edges and he wants to be your one moment of sunshine. He can’t do that if he’s taking money to date you, so he needs to talk to Mike.
But for now, he likes kissing you on his old blanket with the coffee stain he can never get out and cold Hungry Howie’s pizza an arm’s length away.
“I can’t keep doing this,” Eddie has never doubted himself to the point of getting a hideous stomach ache, not even when he had to perform with Corroded Coffin in middle school, “I think I’m falling in love with her, Wheeler.”
“That’s perfect!” Mike, on the other hand, is purely ecstatic, teeth on display as he smiles, “Just keep taking her out, but without me paying you - Jane and I can keep seeing each other and you two are happy. Done deal, Munson,” and this excitement gives him the courage to smack Eddie on the arm, “Just be cool about it.”
“So just don’t tell her?”
“Exactly.”
His stomach twists tighter at that idea, but he swallows it down and pretends to be a little bigger than he is.
“Fine,” finally, he sighs it out, “We don’t talk about it.”
“We don’t talk about it.”
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how we rockin? good? good?
going outta state for like 3 days and remembered i should probably update this while i have it
#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie stranger things#stranger things fic#stranger things x reader#10 things i hate about you#eddie.🍓#10 things i hate about you.🍹
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Fave parts of rtc (may reblog w more later):
Base bass pun +Virgil the rat plays a bass line agsj I can't I saw that and was like 'oh yes this musical has exquisitely funky vibes I think I will enjoy this'
"Like our far-from-the-city-little-itty-bitty pretty hometown" hhh assonance my beloved + that bit where they go from the light hoppy tune to smth else with "fall fair fall fair fall fair-WHEN THE FALL NOT FAIR.." like as soon as it changes w the music and the deeper voices and it's like Woah honestly just the whole Fall Fair number mM (i have listened to the other versions but like,, i like that one the best still idk but I do appreciate the existence of the other versions)
The little choreo that goes w each part of "swinging, space age, bachelor man" my younger self who set a move to every lyric is quaking with fulfilment rn
Uh damn ok do I even need to say?? Jane?? Jane Doe y'all
I love all of them I love me an ensemble cast of children to emotionally adopt they all got their baggage their backstories their quirks and honestly I love how they're all introduced in a succinct way yes ty
Honestly the whole premise is 🤌 👌 yes wow i love
Ok this is less a list of cool moments and more just,, thoughts but yeah hm catch me rotating this in my brain like a microwave
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Nina headcanons?
OOOH YES!!
✨Nina My Beloved✨
- Firstly, she’s nonbinary (demigirl)! She uses she/her the most often, but she adores neopronouns, especially Xe/xem! If you disrespect anyone’s pronouns, especially neopronouns, she will destroy you. 💕✨She’s also bisexual.
- Nina started off as part of a small group of edgy teenagers online who idolized the mysterious Jeff the Killer. Unlike the others, xe took it a step further and actually committed a copycat murder.
- This caught Jeff’s attention in a bad way. Someone trying to copy him??? But then once he met Nina, he realized imitation really was just flattery.
- He dated her for a while, but quickly grew bored of her. Of course, Jeff isn’t the kind of guy to leave loose ends, so he killed her.
- But like with Liu, he didn’t do a very good job.
- Nina came back with a vengeance to kick his ass.
- And xe did. Xe absolutely destroyed him. If it wasn’t for his supernatural enhancements, he would be dead.
- This impressed the Operator immensely, and she joined the gang of pastas.
- Most of the others don’t take xem seriously at first because of xyr uwu quirky scene girl aesthetic, but then they see xyr raw strength and it’s just WOAH (think Noelle from genshin).
- She currently has a massive crush on Jane and gets super flustered around her.
- Xe constantly dyes xyr hair new colors! And xe loves to do different hairstyles. As such, Nina and Sally are great friends and love to have little “girls nights”! Nina sees Sally like the baby sister xe never had.
- She’s good friends with Clockwork, Jane, Doby, Sally, and Liu.
- Xyr kills are extremely messy, so xe rarely works alone on missions. Nina is typically paired with someone who’s willing to clean up after xem.
#creepypasta#creepypasta headcanons#creepypasta headcanon#jeff the killer#nina the killer#goblins and gremlins au
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ok so i just kinda felt like doing a thing where i explained some of the songs i currently have on my tma playlist!! all of the songs are really dope but some give off specific vibes and i wanted to share :)
there are a few songs not on here that are on my playlist, but those have a feel that’s just harder to put into words? but check it out if you’re curious! here’s a link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5wvt20Li38IGvataElNhA7?si=gSJGcyVPTnKOgpLfvtNxwg
Oh Ana (Mother Mother)- The Eye. easy. Jon post-apocalypse and a tad Monster!Jon. i mean, with lines like Hop up on a cloud and watch the world decay how could this be anything else? also there’s a lovely tiktok with a slowed version of this that i’ll link (https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJQ2fXRf/)
Mr Loverman (Ricky Montgomery)- Jonmartin! this gives vibes of being in the statehouse post mag 159 but pre mag 160 and they’re just getting comfortable being together. it makes me soft :)
As the World Caves In (Matt Maltese)- Jonmartin again, but this one is directly post mag 160 and the world is ending around them. also just in general the sad season finales like when tim died in s3. sad but beautiful
Michelle (Sir Chloe)- oh boy. this one SCREAMS jude perry and agnes montague. unrequited (?) love and yearning
Take Me to Church (Hozier)- feral monsterfucker (or monster lover, in martin’s case). hozier is good all around for making you feel dark romantic
Wicked World (Matt Jaffe)- basira and daisy! lyrics like There’s only ten commandments, but a million ways to burn just really reminds me of the shady, but well-intentioned things they do and their whole protector vibe
Money, Money, Money (ABBA)- ELIAS. hnng this gives me smug sugar baby/rich bitch vibes. elias is definitely leeching off a peter and pulling some heavy strings with this money. 
I Can’t Decide (Scissor Sisters)- distortion helen! and michael too, but mostly helen! the whole “i want to kill you, but also not” thing is such a distortion vibe. they want jon dead but are too interested to try
Verbatim (Mother Mother)- distortion michael! the lack of gender, the character appeal, the vibes. this song has it all and it’s just spooky and vaguely threatening enough to be spiral aligned.
John My Beloved (Sufjan Stevens)- oh, martin. this is lonely!martin all the way. he’s desperate and so very alone and just wants to be loved. someone give him a hug, preferably jon
Under My Skin (Jukebox The Ghost)- isn’t this the unofficial tma theme song? either way, sick vibes on this one. nice and psycho
Burning Pile (Mother Mother)- this song gives off “jon accepting he’s a monster and will use his powers as he sees fit” vibes. this is a jon who will bust your kneecaps without a second thought if he thinks it’s necessary. another nice tiktok for this one too :) (https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJQ27D2G/)
Body Terror Song (AJJ)- take your pick! with all the body horror in this podcast, this song can really vibe with any of those moments. melanie blinding herself? the worms in jane prentiss? the melting skin of the desolation’s followers? check check and check! also here’s a nikola tiktok with this song, reminds me of when she was about to steal jon’s skin (https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJQ27CmL/)
Ship in a Bottle (fin)- lonely!martin, jon, and peter lukas! the whole ship and being lost at sea vibe is pretty obvious, but i also kinda feel some jonmartin tension. maybe a little pleading? all around a solid song
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Genevieve Labrador Part 3
Summary: Evie and Mal are looking for Mal's spell book that Celia has stolen again when a certain mishap occurs... A hairy mishap that Mal and Evie very unfortunately have to deal with. Bal, Huma, Jaudrey, Jarlos, and Core Four feels with a special emphasis on Evie and Mal's sisterly/best friend relationship.
Mal and Evie walked through one of the lower levels of the castle where Mal had arranged a living space for everyone in her so beloved squad. Even Evie, who had her own starter castle, had a room there where her and Mal sometimes spent several nights together in reminiscence of their times in school.
Mal knew that Carlos would be in his room there because school hours had ended, and he usually came home soon after that so he could grab something to eat.
They soon reached the de Vil boy’s door and Mal knocked on the door.
“Yo, Lil’ C? You home?” Mal called, and she soon received a response from the other boy.
“Yeah, come in,” Carlos instructed, and Mal let out a breath before opening the door, letting Evie in before entering herself.
They both quickly spotted the other boy lounged on the couch and chomping on chips as he played some video game that looked like some sort of ninja roleplay. Dude was resting on the couch nearby him, keeping a close eye out for any crumbs that might fall.
“Good grief, Mal, you should know you can just walk in. I mean, dang,” Carlos told her, and Evie’s ears pricked up as she homed in on the white-haired boy on the sofa.
Before Mal could say anything to the boy in warning about what he was going to see when he removed his focus from his game, Evie went bounding away from Mal’s side and leapt over the side of the couch, landing right on Carlos as she proceeded to lick his face.
“WOAH! What the heck?!” Carlos cried, trying to keep from laughing as the dog’s tongue covered his face in slobbery, wet kisses. Mal hurried over, grabbing Evie’s shoulders and trying to pull her off of the boy.
“Woah, ho, ho, who’s this?” Carlos questioned with a laugh, reaching over and rubbing Evie’s ears as she licked her lips.
“Mmm, potato chips are my favorite. They’re so salty and good,” Evie announced before realizing in horror what she had done to Carlos. The boy’s eyes went wide, and his jaw fell slack as he gaped at Evie in her dog form. Mal sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with a hand as Carlos stared.
“Evie found my spell book, read one of the spells, and accidentally turned herself into a dog,” Mal explained, and Carlos’ gaze shifted up to Mal before returning to Evie carefully. After a few moments, he nodded, but then got an extremely disgusted look on his face.
“You mean Evie just licked my face?! EW!” Carlos swiftly brought his sleeves up and wiped at his face furiously. Mal shut her eyes, trying to resist the urge to laugh at the boy but at the same time sympathizing with him deeply.
“I am so sorry, Snowflake, I don’t know what came over me!” Evie immediately apologized, valiantly attempting to keep her eyes on Carlos’ face instead of the chip bag that was right there in front of her.
Mal noticed that Evie was actually starting to drool as she eyed the potato chips, so she picked up the bag and threw them onto the nearby counter.
“Hey!” Carlos and Evie both complained at the same time, and Mal rolled her eyes at them.
“She’s been getting dog urges with this new dog form, so I thought it’d be best to try to avoid another disaster like attacking you with her tongue,” Mal explained her actions and Carlos nodded to her before studying Evie carefully.
“So, you’re really a dog, huh? With dog urges and everything?” Carlos asked. Evie nodded, throwing one final longing glance at the bag on the counter before paying full attention to the boy before her.
“Well, as long as you don’t go licking your butt or anything, we’ll be good,” Carlos joked and Mal couldn’t help but laugh since she had said that exact same statement to Evie just a little earlier.
“But seriously, I gotta say, you make a really pretty charcoal Labrador Retriever,” Carlos complimented with a smile and Evie’s tail started to wag at lightning speed, hitting Mal’s leg repeatedly.
“Wait, I’m an actual breed of dog?! M, did you hear that? That is so reassuring. I was so scared that I was a mutt,” Evie informed him with a sigh of relief as she looked up at Mal, very pleased with herself.
“There’s nothing wrong with a mutt!” Dude suddenly declared, much closer to Evie than she had anticipated, and Evie stumbled back a bit in surprise as her body ran into Mal’s leg firmly.
“Hi. I like you a lot better in dog form,” Dude told her in a really awkward and sincere manner, and Evie offered a small smile, trying to resist the urge to tuck tail and hide behind Mal. However, she did move away just a bit.
Mal shook her head at the two dogs, and she looked to Carlos.
“Okay, so we need you to keep an eye out for my spell book at the school. I can change her back as soon as we get access to the book.”
“I thought you memorized most of the spells in it before you gave it up.”
“That’s just it: most of the spells, not all of them,” Mal replied, sighing as considered the great possibilities of things that could have happened to the magical book.
“I’ll keep an eye out for it,” Carlos assured her, and Mal looked at him, smiling gratefully.
“Hey! Stop doing that!” Evie suddenly cried, and the two human VKs turned their gazes to the dogs on the floor. Dude was standing just behind Evie, and she hurried away, her tail tucked between her legs firmly.
“What’s the big deal? It’s just saying hello!” Dude announced before hurrying over to Evie and commencing to try to sniff her behind again. Evie’s ear laid back and she took off running through the house, Dude hot on her heels.
“That’s just not right!” Evie announced as she hurried around the couch and toward the kitchen. At the last minute, she veered off into the bedroom, jumping on top of the bed and then hopping off the other side.
Dude never stopped the whole time and he remained close behind her.
“C’mon! I’ll let you sniff mine!”
“That is disgusting! You are a bad dog! Bad dog!” Evie told him sternly as she rushed into Mal. The faerie grabbed Evie firmly in her arms, trying to keep her still. Dude’s ears quickly drooped, and he hopped into Carlos’ lap.
“She used the b-word,” Dude whined, and Carlos scratched between his ears gently.
“I know, bud.”
“He tried to sniff my butt,” Evie whined to Mal, and she stroked Evie’s head carefully as she resisted the overwhelming urge to laugh at her best friend.
“Why don’t you sniff his?” Mal asked her, unable to keep the laugh out of her voice, and Evie looked at her as if she had completely lost her mind.
“That is just absolutely uncouth!” Evie cried. Mal shook her head, opening her mouth to say something else to Carlos before there was a knock at the door. Carlos angled his head so he could peer over the edge of the couch.
“That’s probably Jane. Come in!” Carlos called, one arm thrown over the couch and another stroking Dude’s back.
The door opened to reveal Jane, an easy smile on her face as she strolled through the door. Before she could even shut the door, Evie went running toward her, panting and wagging all over in her pure happiness to see one of her friends.
However, Jane did not react with nearly the same enthusiasm that Evie had, and she instead went quite pale as she took off out the door screaming, Evie following her quickly. Mal and Carlos looked at each other before hurrying after the two.
“No, no! I don’t taste good!” Jane helplessly cried, running from Evie in pure fear of the big dog.
“Evie, stop!” Mal called firmly, hoping that the new dog side of her best friend would regain control of itself.
Sure enough, to her relief, Evie stopped quickly, digging her feet into the rug running down the hallway. Evie looked back at Mal with a puzzled expression, her head tilted adorably as she tried to understand why she had started chasing the other girl.
“Jane, wait! The dog’s Evie!” Carlos yelled, and Jane came to a stop quickly, slowly turning toward Carlos as she registered what he had said.
“Evie? That really big, really ferocious dog that just tried to eat me whole is Evie?” Jane tentatively questioned and Carlos nodded.
“I didn’t mean to scare you, Jane. These dog urges are a bit too much sometimes,” Evie apologetically explained and Jane came back to the group hesitantly. She looked at Carlos questioningly, and he nodded to cue her that it was safe to look at the dog closer. Jane leaned down to look at Evie, carefully examining her.
“Wow, this is really Evie? She’s a dog?”
“Yeah, I’m a dog. Although, I really wish that you’d stop calling me that. It’s kind of traumatizing,” Evie gently requested, and Jane sympathetically eyed the girl.
“Who knows about this?” Jane asked, looking up at the faerie nearby her.
“So far, it’s just me, you, and Carlos,” Mal informed her.
“And us,” a voice suddenly piped up, and Mal turned around to see Uma, Harry, and Gil standing not too far behind her.
Evie panted happily upon seeing them, and she wagged her tail as she approached them, her dog mode of greeting overtaking her. Uma raised an eyebrow as she looked at Mal with a slight grin. Gil leaned down and started to scratch her neck, not really understanding that he was dealing with his crush instead of a normal dog.
“This is really crazy. How did it happen?” Uma finally asked Mal.
“Evie got the spell book and accidentally turned herself into a dog.” Uma quietly considered this for a moment before chuckling in response.
“What’s so funny?” Mal demanded, too absorbed in what was happening to really consider it from any other viewpoint.
“Look at it this way. Your best friend is currently turned into a dog as a result of her own doings. It’s really not harmful at all, and she does a ton of embarrassing things. How are you not finding this funny?” Uma questioned, before her eyes shifted to Gil who was currently getting far too much enjoyment from petting the dog that was really not a dog.
“Gil, stop petting her. She’s not a dog,” Uma finally commanded her crewmate, and he stood up disappointedly before Evie’s eyes widened as she realized what she had done. She quickly returned to Mal’s side, somewhat ashamed of herself.
Mal moved her head in an agreeing gesture, realizing that it was actually pretty humorous.
“Yeah, see what I mean?” Uma pointed out as Mal started to giggle about the whole situation. Evie looked between the both of them, gazing at Mal with an unimpressed expression and eyeing Uma with a disappointed acceptance. However, her thoughts were immediately disrupted as her stomach growled rather loudly.
“I’m really hungry,” Evie suddenly piped up, and Mal pulled herself together as she shrugged.
“Okay, let’s go grab you a snack from the fridge. Feel like some lasagna?” Mal offered, and Evie’s mouth immediately started to drool at the thought of food. Carlos raised an eyebrow at Evie’s weird dog behavior and quickly interjected.
“Actually, human food is usually not good for dogs.”
“I’m not eating dog food,” Evie swiftly informed him, staring at the boy with a firm expression.
“Whooped and she’s not even yer girlfriend,” Harry suddenly proclaimed offhandedly with an evil smile. Carlos completely ignored the other boy and held a hand up in a placating gesture toward Evie, indicating that she should hear him out.
“Yes, and I knew you wouldn’t go for that, so I was going to offer some of my best recipes for Dude that involve dog-friendly human food,” Carlos announced proudly grinning at Jane who had found her way nearby him as soon as the son of Hook had appeared.
“Trust me, you don’t want to eat them. You’ll be begging for Canine Crunchies before he’s through with that bland human food,” Dude suddenly trotted up, expressing his distaste.
“Hey! They aren’t that bad…”
“I’m sorry. I’m spelled to tell the truth, what can I say? Plus, I’m an honest kind of dog.”
“Even yer dog can burn ye! Get some ice-cold water!” Harry pointed his hook at the other boy with a wicked laugh, fully amused with his own mischief. Jane pursed her lips in an angry pout as she eyed the pirate boy with some frustration at his antagonistic attitude toward her boyfriend.
“If you don’t want to try out mine, you could go to the pet store. You’d have the opportunity to talk to the employees to find out about all of the best kinds of organic recipes for dogs,” Carlos informed them, but not before throwing a disdainful look in Harry’s direction. “I know this old lady there and she is a super big help with things like that.”
“Hey, and you might could get her some other stuff like a leash and a collar to reel that puppy in,” Uma suggested, and Evie’s eyes went wide as she looked up at Uma with some offense. Mal snorted at Uma’s statement, but she nodded.
“That’s probably not a bad idea,” Mal agreed finally. “However, we do need somebody to go to the supermarket and pick up some food.”
Uma nodded, looking back at Harry and Gil just behind her.
“Okay, you guys go do the grocery-getting and we’ll call with the list when we find out from the old lady. Just don’t cause any trouble, okay?” Uma pointedly stared at Harry. Harry stared at her with wide eyes, portraying complete innocence.
“Do ye really think that I would do anything-” Uma just glared at him and Harry shook his head with a grunt. “Yeah, I’d probably do somethin’.”
Uma rolled her eyes and then she pointed at Gil.
“Listen to Harry. You guys can’t keep getting kicked out of stores and getting tickets because some of us drive too fast,” Uma directed that last comment at particularly Harry. Harry and Gil both nodded, the former with significantly less enthusiasm.
Uma moved her head in agreement as well, taking Harry’s arm before she left and leaning into him quickly. He eagerly closed the distance, before she pulled away after a few moments, a slight smile on her face in spite of herself. Gil’s lips had curled into an enormous grin and he was excitedly eyeing his captain.
“Can I get a kiss, too?!” Gil asked, and Uma was immediately reminded of a small child. However, as innocent as he likely intended the question, Uma really couldn’t let him get away with saying something like that in case he said it to someone who might take him seriously.
“We’ve talked about this. Me and Harry are together. You and I ain’t together, so it ain’t happening,” Uma informed him shortly. However, she did affectionately clap him on the shoulder before turning to join the other two girls.
“Let’s go,” Mal told her, and they headed for the pet store, Evie padding along on the floor alongside them.
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EXCLUSIVE: On Set With The Cast Of INXS: Never Tear Us Apart
LOCATION # 1:
New Council Chambers, Trades Hall, Carlton (7.30am)
Approximately 45 extras file down Lygon Street. There's an abundance of acid wash denim and it could be 1987 all over again. This morning, Trades Hall becomes the makeshift venue inside which one of INXS' college gigs as they targeted the US market is about to be recreated. During a previous shoot, Sidney Myer Music Bowl became Wembley Stadium. “Being on that stage and imagining what it would be like to play to 70,000 people” is a highlight from Ido Drent's experience portraying INXS drummer, Jon Farriss. Luke Arnold, who's perfectly cast as frontman Michael Hutchence, marvels, “It was pretty ambitious what we set out to do in the timeframe we had, really: turning Melbourne into places around the entire world over a couple of decades.”
As soon as Arnold heard about the project, he sent in some tapes “before they were even asking to cast anyone”. After auditioning other actors for the role, it was a tape of Arnold dancing “as Michael”. “I think it was on a Friday night while I was in Cape Town, after a big day of filming [Black Sails],” he remembers. “I set up my iPhone and filmed myself dancing around to an INXS song and that was the last thing that clinched the deal.”
Inside Trades Hall, the band cast of INXS: Never Tear Us Apart – which is rounded out by Nicholas Masters (Tim Farriss), Andy Ryan (Andrew Farriss), Hugh Sheridan (Garry Gary Beers) and Alex Williams (Kirk Pengilly) – get acquainted with the stage and their instruments. Masters wanders past and good-naturedly corrects us when we 'admire' his “dirty, rotten perm” (turns out they're his own natural curls). Williams wears a lot of Pengilly's “actual clothes” for the mini series, but the red billowy pants the actor sports today are brand new. “His red suit which he gave us was looking a bit tattered so we got another one made,” Williams clarifies.
Drent actually learned how to play drums for a couple of years as a teen and took drum sticks along to the audition. “I was tapping away during the scene as if I was practising at home,” he recalls, “and that kinda worked 'cause – I didn't know about this, but Jon had requested that whoever plays him has to have at least played the drums along the line.” As Kick cranks through the venue soundsystem, hearing Hutchence's original snarling vocal makes his presence felt somehow. Onstage, Arnold's a bit more buff than the naturally streamlined Hutchence, but the actor has clearly done his homework.
INXS: Never Tear Us Apart director Daina Reid agrees. While filming this project, she says Arnold “has these weird moments where you go, 'Woah!'” because his resemblance to the beloved late INXS frontman is “quite uncanny at times”. And it's not just physical similarities; Arnold has perfected the Hutch strut, international accent and mannerisms. On his preparation for the role, Arnold shares, “I locked myself in a little house in Elwood and kinda got up every morning, had a beer, put on some INXS, watched every video that was available, read every book, listened to every song, read through all the lyrics and just kind of immersed myself in it and spent as much time as I could on his walk and his voice.
“Occasionally in the rehearsal room, I'd do something and Tim Farriss might be like, 'Oh, that! Like that!' If it jumped out at him that it reminded him of Michael, I'd kind of put a little pin in that and try and incorporate it in the show somewhere.” Although Sheridan spent a lot of time chatting with Beers, who is currently based in LA, via Skype, he confirms Farriss as “the go-to overseer of the whole thing”. ”I run everything by [Tim] and if he thinks I'm doing a good job then I don't care,” Sheridan laughs. “I go, 'Does this look like Garry?' and he's like, 'No, spot on!' I go, 'Thank god'.”
“It was great having the band there,” Reid acknowledges of their presence on set from time to time, “but I felt for them in a way because it seems like a long time ago, but it's not really, emotionally… You would see Kirk or Tim acting in a certain way [on set], and in a way I probably didn't expect, which would have to be confronting.”
Reid promises, “There's a lot of people who have a personal connection with Hutchence and we approached it in a very respectful way.”
UNIT BASE # 1:
Entrance driveway to Royal Exhibition Building, Rathdowne Street, Carlton
“Those girls were asking me who INXS are!” Sheridan points out a couple of the extras, 16-year-old twin sisters who originally thought he was Guy Pearce before correctly identifying him as “That guy from …Rafters”. “They were like, 'We've never heard of this band.'” The actor then busts out some footage of Reid teaching the 'band' some '80s moves. “I just had to get back and film it because I was like, 'This cannot be the job that I'm working on now',” he cackles. “I couldn't stop laughing. Look at how shit they are!? They're SO shit!”
LOCATION #2:
Wilson Street (near corner Macpherson Street),
Princes Hill
As the minibus delivering us to this location rounds the corner, Arnold (styled immaculately as Hutchence circa 1981 in a flowing, red, long-sleeved shirt and jeans combo plus trademark cascading mullet-mane) is leaning back against a Citroen ID21 safari wagon ready to shoot the next scene. Definitely another 'Woah!' moment. When the production sound mixer hands us some cans, we can not only hear the scene's dialogue once action is called, but also Arnold and Jane Harber (portraying Michele Bennett, Hutchence's first love/girlfriend whom he referred to as his “touchstone”) engaging in banter between takes. They cheekily discuss whether or not Bennett should in fact put down her uni books and jump into Hutch's car to move to Sydney (as is scripted) given that there's probably crossover with Kylie Minogue just around the corner and history shows the pair didn't work out romantically.
Hutchence and Bennett remained lifelong friends, however. The final phone call Hutch ever made, from Room 524 in the Ritz-Carlton hotel, was to Bennett. When asked how the star's death is handled in the mini series, Reid responds, “Because the world is divided, we cannot take a stance either way on that and it's not for us to do… Just because we are observers into someone else's life there will always be our own version of the truth. We're presenting the facts as they came to us from the band, but no one knows what went on in that room – nobody – so there cannot be a judgement. There just cannot be. There can be things people said, things that we know or heard, you know, a sequence of events and a result, but then we have to step back from that slightly.”
Arnold is acutely aware of the profound effect that the aftermath of Hutchence's 1992 motorcycle accident in Stockholm – following an altercation with a taxi driver – had on the singer. “When you're condensing someone's life into a story, you're looking for those big turning points,” he tells. “That really changed so much of who he was and his essence.” Hutchence suffered a fractured skull as a result of the incident and permanently lost his sense of smell. “When you talk to anyone about it, too, that's the moment where things just changed and, whether he always had demons or they were new, his ability to control them – the way his emotions worked – just changed after that.”
When he contemplates watching the finished product, Arnold sounds tentative. “When I wanna see Michael, I'm gonna see me. I mean, I have real faith in everyone that I worked on this with, but this is probably gonna be the toughest thing for me to sit back and watch at the end because it means so much [to me] as a role… I'm sure it's gonna be great and I'm sure everyone's gonna love the show, but I'm gonna be over in Africa with my phone turned off I think,” Arnold laughs, thankful that Black Sails will have commenced filming on season number two in Cape Town. - The Music Australia
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thank you @horrorcupid for tagging me to mention some literature that lives in my mind rent free to the point where i have it memorized!! my brain likes to scramble things so i hardly ever memorize something completely correctly so come on this journey w me :)
unfortunately ive got some classic tumblr beloved poetry imprinted on my mind: all water is old water the tears that wet your cheeks mightve (uh wet again? idk) alexander the greats for the same reason, all that blood was never once poetic it was just red, etc
while i stand amid the roar/of the surf-tormented shore/and i hold within my hand/grains of the golden sand/how few, yet how they creep/through my fingers to the deep/while i weep, while i weep—a dream within a dream, edgar allan poe
there was no possibility of going for a walk that day—jane eyre, charlotte brontë
theres a girl in new york city/who calls herself a human trampoline/sometimes when im fallin flyin tumblin in turmoil i say woah/so this is what she means—graceland, paul simon
i wrote, man, i hate los angeles/and ive never been in love—no witnesses, keaton henson
i have all of lord alfred douglas, dirtbag by daniel lavery memorized but highlights are “salmoe,” “it’s not jail if youre in france” and “it’s the boys first day of school/and constances birthday”
i would poke people, with implements. i was known as vladislav the poker—what we do in the shadows
i swear i used to have longer book passages memorized, but also the tv is on right now, so we dont need to worry too much about my brain. @cithaerons @bobbyjean @janhooks @devilsketttle @bloodsporrt
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Science ask! 1, 2, 11, 21, 38 I... tried to narrow down my curiosity as best as I could :D
Aw, thanks for asking!
1. What’s your major/field?
I have a bachelor’s in biology, and I’m getting my PhD in biology as well. I suppose my focus is animal behavior and physiology, but I fit the stereotype of being in an integrative biology department and loving/using a lot different fields and techniques. My current research is on the impact of monoamine disrupting contaminants (like antihistamines, selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors, illicit drugs, some pesticides) on insect development, behavior and physiology. My research interests include ecotoxicology, neuropharmacology and neuroscience, entomology, environmental policy (esp. wastewater treatment plant systems), animal behavior (esp. monoamine mediated behaviors which is pretty much everything), and the use of insects as bioindicators. I used to work on seminal fluid proteins, courtship, and endocrine disruptors in flies, and I was a tech in a circadian rythms neuroscience lab for a while and a pancreatic cancer lab for a hot second, still fond of both.
Short answer: Biology forever. I give drugs to bugs.
2. What made you choose your major/field?
I just always loved animals. That’s the simple answer. I liked animals and I’ve been fucking lucky to turn that into a career (so far, we’ll see how finding a postdoc position goes).
I was the dinosaur kid, the cat kid. I did well in science classes, and I loved nature, bird watching, cat shows, animal documentaries. I taught myself mendelian genetics in middle school so I could understand the inheritance of cat coat colors. I read about (and edited wikipedia articles about, yikes) extinct cats. I read falconry books. I volunteered at a zoo, a vet clinic, a humane society. I fostered cats with my family. I wrote stories about wolves and cats and birds.
So, I loved animals. But as a kid, I was exposed to the TV Careers- mostly lawyers, doctors, cops, generic office workers- and apart from “guy who narrates nature documentaries + Steve Irwin” none of those people worked with animals. And the people I met in real life who worked with animals were veterinarians, vet techs, zookeepers. I didn’t know about research careers, or how much behind the scenes stuff happens at museums and zoos, or that animal scientists work at government agencies and in industry. I had the weird experience where lots of my friends parents had doctorates, and one even worked as a bat taxonomist/curator at a museum, but I had no idea what graduate school was until halfway through college.So I went to college and thought I’d be a vet. Maaaaybe a paleontologist (but then I learned that most paleontologists get their undergraduate degrees in geology). And then I sucked freshman year and learned the getting into vet school is harder than getting into med school. I learned about graduate school and research careers from my professors. Literally I wrote a biology paper and the professor asked if I was considering graduate school, because, you know, if you can write like this it might be a good place for you. I did research as an undergraduate, and I loved it. I worked as a tech in a R01 lab and loved it, but wanted to do more research. So, grad school!
11. Who’s your favorite scientist?
Rachel Carson. Silent Spring is a fucking gift that anyone in the sciences should read. She was a brilliant science communicator, and was beloved for her writings on marine life before Silent Spring. She wrote wrote broadly, was published in academic journals and popular magazines, wrote for conservation causes and also wrote lovely descriptions of fisheries and wildlife refuges (like this one about Chincoteague pdf warning) for the government. Oh and she was in love with Dorothy Freeman and there’s a lot of obnoxious hand waving about how it was just a close friendship but y’all they burned a lot of their correspondence, and what we have left is like, guys, Carson was maybe an ace lady and definitely romantically entwined and in love with another lady. She was gay. “Never forget, dear one, how deeply I have loved you all these years.” Fuck off hand waver people. Oh yeah, and she kickstarted the grassroots environmental movement in the United States and was such an important figure that the press were asking Kennedy questions about DDT and he refered to “Miss Carson’s book” because everyone just knew about it. And when the men in government and the chemical industry dismissed her extensive research and her understanding of the impact of pesticides and herbicides on the environment and twisted her message (she never wanted to get rid of all pesticides or human made chemicals, she just wanted any amount of monitoring and regulation and intelligence behind their use) and called her hysterical and a “Priestess of Nature,” well, she testified to before Kennedy’s Science Advisory Committee while dealing with radiation treatments for breast cancer, and the committee basically said “yep, she’s right.” Oh and she’s part of why we even have the Environmental Protection Agency. So yeah, the original ecotox and environmentalism goddess is my favorite.There are others of course. Caroline Herschel the astronomer. Tyrone Hayes is important to me. Jane Goodall of course. Patricia Brennan (duck penises, yes), Corrie Moreau, John Wingfield, Peter and Rosemary Grant, May Britt Moser. Like, pretty much any scientist I meet? Beloved college professors. My current advisor. My friends in my cohort. Science is a group activity, so even admiring Rachel Carson is admiring her mentors, editors, collaborators, sources.
21. If you had infinite funding, what would your research be about?
I mean, if I had infinite funding I’d set up a new funding agency and probably emphasize basic research + science communication + cross discipline research. But I get that that’s not the real question.I want to know what pharmaceuticals and other contaminants are in the bodies of invertebrates in human impacted waterways, and how the changes according to the gradient of landscape usage and also how the life history (diet, lifespan, place in water column, respiration style) affects the accumulation and excretion of those contaminants. We just do not have that data. I mean step one, we don’t even have data for “is there X pesticide or X personal care product found in X insect” so doing a whole battery of assays across a lot sites and species is a whoooole lot to ask. I’d also follow it up with comparing some behaviors and anatomical traits and development and trying to see if there’s any connection between contaminants and those traits. Also do some gene expression measurements, because toxic response pathways/neurotransmitters/all sorts of stuff may be sensitive to exposure to lots of the fun bioactive stuff in the water. Also do lab based experiments with exposure to single compounds and then combinations. Probably throw in some mobile lab stuff too, why not? Oh, and look to see if any contaminants are moving up the food chain and getting into birds, fish, whatever. Also see if emergent insects like mayflies, dragonflies, etc are carrying aquatic contaminants into the terrestrial environment. Oh and see how different wastewater treatment plant types and the geology/hydrology of the water impacts all this stuff. And hire a giant team of people, because I could not do this all on my own, and good science is collaborative, and there are smart people out there who would have great new ideas, aaaaand I think I might be describing my dream lab.
38. Is math a little bit too mathy for you?
Yep. But I kind of love that too? A lot of science is feeling dumb and then figuring something out. So I wish I were better at math, but it’s taken until fucking graduate school for me to both love it and accept that I don’t need to “get” a math thing immediately. So, I’m real slow at math. I’m not sure if I believe that anyone intrinsically has a “math brain” or “is just good/bad at math” because that’s such a dumb yes/no binary but there are definitely people who probably have a low aptitude to start with who are not well served by how math is taught to them and ooooh boy, that was me. I don’t think I ever laid down a solid foundation of math skills; I did not learn either the practical tools for doing math or actual concepts that underpin it. I struggled my ass through upper level classes in middle and high school, but nothing really stuck for me. Even when I learned to perform something, I didn’t get the concepts. I was horrible in college and only took one physics course. And it honestly felt like, why does this matter for biology?Turns out, it matters a lot. Physiology and statistics were what opened me up to caring about math. Learning the equations that can describe exchange of gases, or the flow of blood, or ion exchange made me care. But that was still pretty much plug and chug type math. Graduate level statistics made me care about the math itself. Understanding probability, understanding the concepts behind why this mathematical tool is used in this situation, or that there are different philosophies about the use of statistics (like, woah, Bayesian, hello abuse of p-values)- that was all very delicious. And hard. I love hated that class. Intuitive Biostatistics is a good good book.Loooong post sorry.EDIT: Also seriously thank you for asking. Articulating this stuff is honestly so good for me, even if I get long winded. It reminds me how much I and others care about science.
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