#ascan

[bonusdragons]

May 30, 2022:

Spruce Tertiary, Coatl, Morph.

Ascan of Hakku’s clan!

#Spruce Tertiary #Coatl #Morph Gene #Ascan #Hakku

[z-moves]

POKÉDANCE

Video released for Pokémon Day 2024

Known credits:

Director - MimicryMeta (Twitter/X: MimicryMeta)

Production Process - R. Harada (Twitter/X: rh_ijigen), Ijigen Tokyo

Red & Blue segment - kantaro (Twitter/X: _akikan)

Diamond & Pearl segment - Komugiko 2000 (Twitter/X: komugiko_2000)

Black & White segment - QuickObake (Twitter/X: QuickObake)

X & Y segment - ASCAN (Twitter/X: tm1330)

Sun & Moon segment - Kariya* (Twitter/X: KRY_aia)

Sword & Shield segment - misato. (Twitter/X: misato08280)

Scarlet & Violet segment - Alpha* (Twitter/X: Ankonanankoko)

Unknown participation - USGMEN (Twitter/X: USGMEN_GIF)

#videos #pokemon #mimicrymeta #r. harada #kantaro #komugiko 2000 #quickobake #ascan #kariya #misato. #alpha #usgmen #bulbasaur #charmander #squirtle #note: some names not sure

[hotwaterandmilk]

Series: Teru Teru x Shounen Artist: Takao Shigeru Publication: Hana to Yume #1 (01/2001) Details: 2001 All Star Calendar (May) Source: Scanned from my personal collection

#teru teru x shounen #teruteru x shounen #てるてる×少年 #takao shigeru #shigeru takao #scan: hotwaterandmilk #furoku #hana to yume #00s manga #shoujo manga #shoujo #shojo manga #shojo #manga couple #manga art #manga ascan

[moonhuit]

wow. they bumped the deaths to episode 9 of for all mankind. no one died in episode 10. my man counted as two bodies because he was safe for 2 seasons i guess......

#sitting here thinking about how they gave me another ascan girlie scare #the counter was about to become 3/4 ..... #thank god it didnt #but also margo! prison! #i do not know how to feel about it #for all mankind spoilers #fam spoilers #WRENN SCHMIDT in the visitor's area ... THAT SCENE WAS SOOOOOO #i need a minute

[myfairynuffstuff]

Ascan Lutteroth (1842 - 1923) - Calm Summer Day on Lake Maggiore with Isola Bella beyond. Oil on canvas.

#Ascan Lutteroth #German #Summer #Lake Maggiore #Isola Bella #Italy

[clonerightsagenda]

Can't believe I didn't have this idea earlier.

Horrified? Tantalized? Check out my terrible space facts tag for the explanations behind these pithy poll options, additional facts that didn't make the cut, and the sources.

#terrible space facts

[solcattus]

Spring in the Campagna

By Ascan Lutteroth

#art #painting #fine art #classical art #german art #german painter #oil painting #landscape #german artist #nature #spring #italy #european art #europe

[compacflt]

I wonder why Maverick never joined the astronaut program? Space Shuttle too boring? Not wanting to be called an ASCAN (astronaut candidate)?

I think Mav and Ice would be pro-SpaceX. possibly even pro Elon pre-twitter meltdown.

as someone who likes space as much as the next queer ND girl (love space sooo much)… planes are way cooler ngl. yes. space is a bit boring. slow & quiet. no one to hear you scream and no one watching you be cool. space suits are clunky and awkward. no fast piloting maneuvers (mav’s specialty). no room for horseplay. “someone’s already beat me to the moon what’s the point😞.” NASA gets mad at you if you say anything rude over their public radio waves. and, this is a headcanon that has no evidence in canon? But i feel like mav is one of those pilots who takes a LOT of his confidence from the assumption that, whenever he chooses, he CAN bring his plane back down to the surface and come home. And has never really considered space as Somewhere You Can Go, and once he’s presented with that opportunity it…kinda scares him a little. space is just so big. and empty. and far from home. i know the requirement for astronauts is 50km off the ground… whatever the darkstars max altitude is (110k ft AGL?) he’s probably like, yeah, that’s good . That’s as far from the earths surface i ever need to be. That’s good enough.

oh yea Ice and mav were DEFINITELY pro-elon pre Twitter meltdown. they live in a wealthy part of California. every other car on the street in Cali is a tesla i s2g. coming from someone who’s spent most of their life in the SF Bay Area—most Cali liberals were pro-elon until extremely recently. now every third tesla i see has a “i bought this before I knew elon was insane” bumper sticker

#going to space means Ieaving ice :( #he will only go to space if ice comes with #back when i was doing prompt fills i was brainstorming hard a NASA au #where ice & mav violate NASA’s ‘NO SEX IN SPACE!!!’ rule flagrantly and often #actually it was gonna be an apollo 11 au where ice and mav are competing for who gets to walk on the moon first #with goose being the michael collins character #too bad idfk anything about the space program in the 60s :( would’ve been a good story #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #top gun #top gun maverick #i have a LOT of answered asks in my drafts so bear with me if i haven’t answered urs… 90% chance it’s answered & sitting in my drafts #and thank you all for sending in asks 🫠🥺🥺🥺

[lonestarflight]

"These six mission specialist astronaut candidates are the first women ASCANs to be named by NASA. They are, left to right, Rhea Seddon, Anna L. Fisher, Judith A. Resnik, Shannon W. Lucid, Sally K. Ride and Kathryn D. Sullivan. Along with these candidates, 14 other mission specialist candidates and 15 pilot astronaut candidates were presented during a press conference at the Johnson Space Center on Jan. 31, 1978. All 35 met the press in the larger Teague Auditorium and the women greeted photographers and other media representatives in the Public Affairs Office briefing room."

Date: January 31, 1978

NASA ID: S78-25633

#Astronaut #Astronaut Selection #Rhea Seddon #Anna L. Fisher #Judith A. Resnik #Shannon W. Lucid #Sally K. Ride #Kathryn D. Sullivan #NASA #Johnson Space Center #Houston #Texas #January #1978 #my post

[starsteel-absol]

rejected ascan now she a breaking bad bnnuy

#illustration #art #digital art #oc #neopets #pets #character design #cybunny

[ombre-ame]

Home of Ascan Mergenthaler for Magniberg

Photographer Robert Rieger

@ombre-ame upload

[cicada-circuitry]

#God tho this does make me want to pull back up that notebook fic snippet i had#of Margo confronting Molly about this too but like with science.#Margo would know. Just saying. She knows. ⃪ does this mean you have Molly/Margo fic?

Hi anon! sorry this is now several days late but boy do I. ( watched FAMK for the first time in February, wound up with Pages and pages of fic snippets (for a couple ships, margo x molly included) in chicken scratch on physical paper which is always a great sign that im being normal about a show, thought I'd cure myself if I just watched the whole thing a second time and absolutely only made it worse. )

I meant to answer this ask by just typing up the quick excerpt of the fic I was talking to myself in the tags about but...... started typing and did not stop. It lives over here now! Was not the one of the notebook fics I thought would see the light of day but you know? why not.

(I assume if you're here you, like me, have already read all the fics to be found but if you have Not read everything in that tag already, highly recommend. this fandom may be small but boy did it have good food on offer when I rolled in four years late fresh off a few episodes and absolutely screaming.)

Since I went ahead and dropped that one on ao3 at like 4am i'll throw in something a little more typical of the the notebook archives - how about this thing that exists entirely bc i noticed that used bookstore you can see beside the Outpost in season 1 and it gave me Ideas

Sometime post crossword-quiz / pre- run-in at the Jazz club.  

Margo walks fast past the Outpost on her way over to Bargain Books. When she can, she prefers to park down at the other end of the street and not have to go by that eyesore of a bar in the first place, but when you double the size of the astronaut program with twenty female ascans, you turn street parking into a blood sport. On her salary, no way is she playing chicken with the corvettes, not even to avoid mustering a polite smile for a coworker at his inebriated worst. 

Most days, that’s only an issue if she swings by after dark, the hour when everybody’s trickling out and stumbling home for the evening. Otherwise, the dingy whitewashed plywood keeps a nice impenetrable wall between book-seeking passers-by and drunken test pilots. Today, however, a spell of perfect weather is conspiring against her. Someone has the door propped open with a rusty paint can, letting the sound of laughter of clinking glass spill through it onto the sidewalk. 

A flash of green catches Margo’s eye before she can make it past. Despite herself, she recognizes that shade in an instant. It’s the flannel shirt she had to reprimand earlier that afternoon for bringing a lit cigarette into the sim. Molly Cobb, bent over a pool table, chin twisted up towards Patty Doyle, grinning like a woman about to win.  

Just Margo’s luck that this is the perfect time of day—indoor light matching outdoor light—for Molly to catch her eye straight through the open door as she makes her shot. 8-ball, dead in the pocket. 

For no reason she can think of, Margo feels heat rushing up into her cheeks. 

She stalks into Bargain Books in a hurry. 

The sweater-vested owner behind the front desk gives her the polite nod reserved for a good customer (and disinterested conversationalist) as she beelines for Paperback Fiction. She finished Matheson’s Ride the Nightmare last night— should have picked up two when she noticed how short it was in the first place, but nothing else tickled her fancy when she was in here a week ago, so here she is again, browsing spines. Maybe it's time to cave and finally grab a 10¢ copy of Rosemary's Baby from the stack on the end, seeing as it’s the one highly recommended title in her genre-of-choice the entire country seems to have read in the last couple years, but she already knows the ending (and the entire premise of demonic pregnancy does not appeal for tuning out after the work day). 

She’s dubiously eying the back-cover blurb on a Chandler detective thriller instead when a voice over her shoulder says, “Oh, Patty loves this shit.” 

To her great chagrin, Margo jumps, gasps, and drops her book. “Jesus, Molly.” 

“My bad.” 

Molly squats down to pick it up, slouchy brown corduroy flexing over her thighs. She fixes a bend in the cover before offering it back to her, but when Margo tries to take it away, Molly doesn’t let go. Instead, she adopts a playfully quirked brow and tugs it back towards herself inch-by-inch, bringing Margo, frowning, a step closer than she was before. “Came here to see if I could talk you into a drink.” 

Margo’s voice comes out approximately four steps too high as she looks around for some explanatory audience and says incredulously, “In there?” with a jerk of her thumb towards the Outpost’s adjoining wall. 

“Yeah. NASA central, shithole though it may be, but I never see you around.” 

“Well, I’m not an astronaut.” 

“Neither are the five white-shirts who monopolize the best booth in the back six nights a week. They don’t check for a pin at the door, Madison. That’d be no way to run a business. It’s a bar. Come have a drink with me.” 

“With… you.” She asks because she expects there to be an and. Me and the other ascans. Me and the rest of you white-shirt types in the back. Me and Patty Doyle. 

But Molly just raps the cover of The Lady in the Lake with her knuckles and says again, “With me.”

#margo x molly #thx anon!! be warned if you give me an excuse to say literally any words about this show im going to say them!! #whats that tumblr rule about like as long as you put a certain number of tags the next tags don't sort into search? #love to categorize things for myself dont necessarily need the entire fandom tag seeing my questionable 4am fic offerings #is it five tags is that enough? #for all mankind #molly cobb #margo madison #the notebook fic probably mostly wont see the light of day bc its a lot of just going absolutely overkill #writing single protracted conversations about every event that made me mildly insane through the entire show #which does not come together well into something that actually Goes Anywhere or god forbid Actually Ends #but yes lol i very very very much do have fic

[tiltedsyllogism]

for the WIP title ask meme: Gordo at the picnic!

(for this fic ask meme)

So one thing I think about, every time I rewatch (or even think about) seasons 1 and 2, and especially that killer scene between Tracy and Ed in his office in 2.2, is how Tracy never really gets a fair shot at being an equal at NASA -- not because Gordo is already an astronaut but because, by the time she shows up as an ASCAN, all of her future colleagues have long since been conscripted into knowing the open secret of Gordo's "shenanigans" (to use Margo's word.) And it's so interesting to hold that together with how Gordo is so supportive of her in so many ways -- deep ways! real ways! -- and yet I can't quite believe that he's capable of giving up all of his asshole habits to make room for her as an equal, even though he's doing that in other ways that would probably be harder for a lot of other men.

Anyway, this is a not-quite-a-story-yet set at one of those backyard picnics shortly after the four female ASCANs get their pins, and the aim is to capture some of those tensions. I don't have much other than notes, but what I do have is below the cut:

--

“Hey Gordo,” Deke called across the patio, “will you come help me with the burgers?”

It wasn’t an order, but that didn’t mean Gordo wouldn’t catch hell on Monday if he blew it off. He turned back to Chloe, grinning. “Duty calls. But hey, maybe I’ll talk to you later?”

“Sure,” she said, showing off those dimples again.

Gordo joined Deke behind the grill, where Deke was piling up grilled burgers onto a paper plate. The whole right side of the grill was open, so Gordo picked up the package of beef rounds and began laying them out like tiles.

“Gordo, you gotta stop doing that,” Deke said quietly, after a minute. 

Gordo didn’t let his smile change. “Doing what, Deke?”

Deke glared down at the grill then turned to look at him. “Chatting up the other guys’ wives.”

“Just being friendly,” he said evenly.

“You friendly like that with the new astronauts? Or just their wives?”

“Okay.” Gordo lifted his hands defensively. “Hands off Wayne Cobb, I promise. Look, Deke, it’s not anything. Lambert’s a cool guy.”

#for all mankind #fic ask meme #gordo stevens #deke slayton #moon show

[xshinx86]

💙 Ascan the cute evil boy 💙

Sim made by @xshinx86

#the sims 4 #lgbtq #xshinx86 #poses #cute guy #sims 4 cc

[milkwithginseng]

WIP Wednesday

The season may have ended by I'm still working on this Pam/Ellen fic, although this bit is some of Dani and Ellen catching up. I finally checked out the Time Capsule, and not only did it make me miss Gordo and Tracy again but made me sympathise for Danny. But it's an amazing bit of interactive world building, it's spurring me on to write this.

Extract from: “The Greatest Journey: A Memoir” by Ellen Wilson

[I wanted to see Danielle privately before the ceremony. She may have been the first American on Mars, the first woman, but to me she will aways be the bubbly young ASCAN I first met in Houston. 

"I’m so sorry, for putting you at risk," I said.

"Risk. Risk is our business…" she said, quoting Captain Kirk from Star Trek, one of her favourite shows for obvious reasons. Then she added, in that sweet Southern drawl I adored, "…Desky."

Desky was our shared nickname for one other, from our days in astronaut training. We all worked hard, we had to but it’s fair to say that me and Danielle were the teacher’s pets of the group. Gradually it grew from a classroom term of endearment but a reminder we would invoke when either one of us was getting too fixated and instead remember to not take things too seriously.

But even with a cheeky smile from Dani Poole, I could see the pain that hid behind her eyes. We played a game of chicken with Helios and the Soviets to be the first to land on the Martian surface, a game that cost three people their lives. Sacrifices, it would later turn out, to be entirely for nothing. Four more people would lose their lives as the first pioneers remained stranded for 15 months with the barest of rations. 

My time manning Jamestown alone doesn’t even begin to compare. 

I believed then, as I do now that competition spurs us on, that sacrifice is an unfortunate consequence of progress. But looking into Danielle’s eyes, I wondered whether it truly was worth the cost. Whether we had gone too far, too fast. Maybe the Moon should’ve been enough. But once again I was taking the easy way out, not being there in the action but sitting behind a desk (even if that desk was in the White House) knowing that my lunar glory days were assured, I would be denying others their own incredible journeys into the cosmos.

The scars we carry, whether they be physical or mental mark us indelibly; they never go away but they also don’t get any bigger either. But we can grow, and change and build new experiences so that our scars can become a smaller part of us. 

And if Congress decided to gut NASA what would that mean for Danielle’s sacrifice? Of Will Tyler’s and Kelly Baldwin’s and all of the others, not just me, who have come before to provide a better future for Earth. We had come too far to stop now. It was as true then as it was in 1969. Progress is never assured, what is easily given can just as easily be taken away.]

#wip wednesday #for all mankind #I did shamelessly nick the nickname from Mel and Hugh on taskmaster #but it was cute and they're goals #nothing's gonna beat 'hi bob' though

[wanderingnewyork]

Looking down Ascan Avenue from Austin Street in #Forest_Hills, #Queens.

#nyc #Queens #forest hills #foresthillsnyc #foresthillsqueens #newyorkcity #long island rail road