#do you ever think about how we aren't so different from the atoms that make us up

[deadmomjokes]

How is bean doing? Do you have any new stories?

She's doing pretty well! She's totally geared up for all the end-of-year holidays, is as smart and sassy as ever, and keeps telling me that we need to move to a new house so she can have a pet bunny and a pet dog. I am on her side with that one, we're just waiting on some of these jobs that Dad has been applying for to get back to him. The post-degree job hunt (or literally any job hunt) is no joke, and my condolences and positive energy to anyone stuck in the thick of it.

She has recently taken to trying to classify what each of our car radio preset stations likes to play. She's identified that #3 likes to play "rock songs", and #1 will often play "old songs." So imagine her confusion when Another One Bites The Dust came on #1.

"This is an old song, so it's on 1.... but 3 likes rock songs.... and 1 likes old songs, but.... WHAT MAKES SENSE???"

She also gave us this gem at bedtime the other day:

"You wanna know something strange? When it's bedtime, the Earth faces away from the sun. But when it's nap time, the Earth faces to the sun. Scientists aren't sure why. *nods* They just don't know."

Of course we waited til we were out of the room to bust up laughing, and we certainly didn't tell her that that's just how time and night and our words to differentiate sleep at different times happen to work.

One of my favorites is this new pretend game she made up. She likes us to pretend we're all T-cells in an immune system, and we have to stay in the shadows because the shadows are the lymphatic system and the light is an infection in the body. So it becomes floor is lava but with light spots and shadows, so we hop around from shadow to shadow snatching up pathogens and microbes from the infected cells (light).

She decided the T-cells should be named after other letters in the alphabet. Her T-cell name is I. My T-cell name is C. There's a couple other letters who are pretend/invisible T-cell friends, like D and R. And dad's T-cell name is Swimglog.

I about peed myself laughing with that one, and she was so proud of herself for it.

Also I forgot that not everyone's four-year-old knows about the inner workings of the immune system, so it was particularly fun and disorienting to play this game outside and have her run up to a neighbor and ask them if they wanted to be a B-cell and spray antibodies on the viruses. The neighbor looked justly bewildered, and I the T-cell helpfully and consolingly goes, "That's okay, it's not a real virus, it's just pretend." As if that's what this grown adult was concerned about and not the fact that a tiny lil cherub with a chipmunk voice was making a game out of advanced cellular biology.

Eventually "I" ran off with "Swimglog" (still not getting over that one, I giggle every time I type it out) to take a break at a lymph node (big shady tree). The poor neighbor just looks at me and whispers "what the heck is a B-cell?" It was... a moment, to be sure.

I'm sure everyone in our complex thinks we're those weirdo ultra-competitive parents trying to get our kid into Harvard by age 12, but that's just how she is, all on her own. We don't push stuff on her. We just answer her questions, she asks more questions, we answer those, sometimes we go "Huh, I dunno, let's find out" and look it up. And she just absorbs it all like a hungry amoeba.

She just loves to learn, and isn't satisfied with explanations like "Your body can get rid of germs." She wants to know how. So it becomes "Well, your body has something called an immune system that finds the germs and gets rid of them." But that's still not enough. She wants to know how it can tell which ones are germs, and what's a germ, and what's the immune system made of, and where is it in your body, and can we see it, and what is your body made of, and how do cells know how to work together, and what are cells made of, and which atoms are people made of, and how do we know, and on and on. It's been a pretty great refresher course in just about everything, honestly.

#parenting #adventures of bean #asks

[drstonetrivia]

Chapter 232 Trivia (Part 2)

(Previous part)

Spot the difference!

Chelsea can apparently rival the villager ladies in terms of strength, hauling a basket larger than she is full of rocks!

I wonder if Soyuz also polishes his head like that…

Chrome saying he wants to marry Ruri after they finish some mystery project: fair enough, means he wants to be able to focus on his wife. Chrome saying he wants to marry Ruri after they finish a time machine, which Gen says "could take millennia"...

I found Tsukasa's words here odd, since to an extent it implies that no one will be greedy or seek out power over others ever again. Given the importance of the revived scientists now, you have to wonder if the new world is a technocracy, which was exactly what Xeno wanted.

So I don't think SAL 9000's house has suddenly grown twentyfold since this looks like it's on one of the other sides of Roppongi Hills, but that doesn't make it any less incredibly huge. Why is it so big!?

With the small heels, this Senku-twin seems to also be of a similar height to actual Senku since she's slightly shorter than Gen.

Extremely simplified, what the scientists are saying is that the Medusas float by negating their mass, and petrification is the reverse effect where extra mass is given instead.

The problem? It would be against everything we currently know about physics, potentially destroying everything since atoms wouldn't act as atoms anymore. I can't speculate on whether or not this would work if it happened, because fundamentally things aren't acting as expected.

You'll also notice that the changing mass/Higgs field explanation won't answer anything about the petrification's healing properties, but I suppose this is a science-fiction story, emphasis on the fiction!

There's a biohazard symbol on the door where Senku is working, which means there's something causing a risk to human/environmental health. Since Senku isn't wearing any special PPE and the time machine doesn't work, I can only assume the risk is from the Medusa being in there!

I also think it's neat that the biohazard symbol and the Medusa are both trefoils.

This is obviously a reference to chapter 1, specifically the first two pages. The dialog is almost the same and Senku's working on a similar device.

How far they've come!

Despite being in modern clothes (and shoes!) again, Senku's is still wearing Suika's cloak 🥺

Not sure about the safety of wearing a cloak like that in a lab environment though…

I wonder if Yuzuriha made the cake toppers! They look similar to the dolls she made of herself, Taiju, and Senku.

We don't have confirmation either way, but I wonder if this project was what Senku proposed in the previous chapter to the rest of Whyman. It makes sense because time travel follows on from being able to float as the devices do, as well as from the Medusa's comment this chapter.

(If you're confused about how time travel and floating are related, it's because of E=mc². Extremely simplified again, if the Medusas can float by reducing their mass to 0, then the E=mc² equation applies differently—

—allowing objects with 0 mass to behave like light, and travel at that speed. (E=mc² is not the full equation, notice how there's no velocity component!) Once you're traveling at the speed of light… Who knows what'll happen. No one's done it before! Maybe it'll be time travel!)

Can't have a time machine without referencing the time machine from "The Time Machine" (1960) based on the book "The Time Machine" by H.G. Wells.

Since the beginning, Senku's goal has been about saving all 7 billion people. Given the number of broken statues, Senku was unlikely to be able to save everyone from the start. But with time travel, he may be able to do it, and save countless petrification devices in the process.

You're probably wondering how that's even possible when there's thousands of people who were born in stone world who would be erased from existence if the last 3,700 years didn't happen, and my answer to that is: Senku will find a way to save everyone.

(I'm also of the opinion that the time machine is meant to represent intent rather than be literal: it shows the KoS is still trying to push the boundaries of science, that Senku's desire to save everyone isn't over yet, and also time travel is usually the ultimate sci-fi goal.)

This picture of Rei doesn't make the events of the Reboot canon, Rei is only here to represent Xeno's idea of transmitting advanced technological data into the past rather than a whole person.

A quick summary of the things listed in this roadmap:

Higgs field controller: this is what the Medusas use to float/petrify, thus it's hypertech.

Helium: used for superconductors/particle accelerators since liquid helium is very good at cooling.

Superconductor & magnet: as labelled, has 0 electrical resistance. A current through a SC wire can persist indefinitely without a power source. Therefore you can have a super powerful magnet without needing to add more electricity.

Cyclotron: particle accelerator, think CERN.

Particle beam: in this case, think of the cathode ray tubes (CRT screens) on steroids.

Ion getter pump: a type of vacuum pump, for making ultra-high vacuums.

Semiconductor: used to make computer chips, much better than parametrons.

CW generator: converts low-voltage AC to high DC voltage.

Maraging steel: strong, tough steel that stretches rather than snaps.

Light-speed cyclotron motor: gives you 0 mass and allows you to reach light-speed, I assume.

(There's a few bits I skipped but I think they're fairly self-explanatory.)

A fun fact: both the first and last issues of Dr. STONE happened to be issue #14 in WSJ, which you may remember is a recurring number in the series since it can be read as "i-shi" meaning "stone".

In a similar vein, the Higgs boson (a particle related to the petrification devices' explanation) was discovered at CERN on July 4th 2012. Exactly five years later, the first volume of Dr. STONE was released in Japan.

There's a few questions left unanswered by the series, like "what did Gen tell Francois to say to Whyman in chapter 201?" and whether or not Senku's new friend took a name: Whyman? Medusa? Tamagotchi-kun? Senku Jr.? Byakuya?

End of trivia!

Don't forget that the series ending doesn't mean the fandom has to die! If you enjoyed the series, I recommend joining community servers, taking on projects like cosplays or building things, or writing your own ending!

If you're really cool, you'll help complete the wiki...

#trivia #dr stone #chapters #232

[nicklloydnow]

“Nuclear war is seven minutes away, and might be over in an afternoon. How far away is nuclear disarmament? We are waiting. And the weapons are waiting.

What is the only provocation that could bring about the use of nuclear weapons? Nuclear weapons. What is the priority target for nuclear weapons? Nuclear weapons. What is the only established defense against nuclear weapons? Nuclear weapons. How do we prevent the use of nuclear weapons? By threatening to use nuclear weapons. And we can't get rid of nuclear weapons, because of nuclear weapons. The intransigence, it seems, is a function of the weapons themselves. Nuclear weapons can kill a human being a dozen times over in a dozen different ways; and, before death - like certain spiders, like the headlights of cars - they seem to paralyze.

Indeed they are remarkable artifacts. They derive their power from an equation: when a pound of uranium-235 is fissioned, the liberated mass within its 1,132,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 atoms is multiplied by the speed of light squared - with the explosive force, that is to say, of 186,000 miles per second times 186,000 miles per second. Their size, their power, has no theoretical limit. They are biblical in their anger. They are clearly the worst thing that has ever happened to the planet, and they are mass-produced, and inexpensive. In a way, their most extraordinary single characteristic is that they are manmade. They distort all life and subvert all freedoms. Somehow, they give us no choice. Not a soul on earth wants them, but here they all are.

I am sick of them - I am sick of nuclear weapons. And so is everybody else. When, in my dealings with this strange subject, I have read too much or thought too long I experience nausea, clinical nausea. In every conceivable sense (and then, synergistically, in more senses than that) nuclear weapons make you sick. What toxicity, what power, what range. They are there and I am here - they are inert, I am alive - yet still they make me want to throw up, they make me feel sick to my stomach; they make me feel as if a child of mine has been out too long, much too long, and already it is getting dark. This is appropriate, and good practice. Because I will be doing a lot of that, I will be doing a lot of throwing up, if the weapons fall and I live.

Every morning, six days a week, I leave the house and drive a mile to the flat where I work. For seven or eight hours I am alone. Each time I hear a sudden whining in the air, or hear one of the more atrocious impacts of city life, or play host to a certain kind of unwelcome thought, I can't help wondering how it might be. Suppose I survive. Suppose my eyes aren't pouring down my face, suppose I am untouched by the hurricane of secondary missiles that all mortar, metal, and glass has abruptly become: suppose all this. I shall be obliged (and it's the last thing I'll feel like doing) to retrace that long mile home, through the fire-storm, the remains of the thousand-mile-an-hour winds, the warped atoms, the groveling dead. Then - God willing, if I still have the strength, and, of course, if they are still alive - I must find my wife and children and I must kill them.

What am I to do with thoughts like these? What is anyone to do with thoughts like these?” (pages 2 - 4)

“The process of nuclear inversion is complete when one realizes that the correct attitude to nuclear war is one of suicidal defeatism. Let no one think that it is thinkable. Dispel any interest in surviving, in lasting. Have no part of it. Be ready to turn in your hand. For myself and my loved ones, I want the heat, which comes at the speed of light. I don't want to have to hang about for the blast, which idles along at the speed of sound. There is only one defence against nuclear attack, and that is a cyanide pill.” (pages 16, 17)

“Meanwhile they squat on our spiritual lives. There may be a nuclear "priesthood," but we are the supplicants, and we have no faith. The warheads are our godheads. Nuclear weapons could bring about the Book of Revelation in a matter of hours; they could do it today. Of course, no dead will rise; nothing will be revealed (nothing meaning two things, the absence of everything and a thing called nothing). Events that we call "acts of God" - floods, earthquakes, eruptions - are flesh wounds compared to the human act of nuclear war: a million Hiroshimas. Like God, nuclear weapons are free creations of the human mind. Unlike God, nuclear weapons are real. And they are here.” (page 27)

“The A-bomb is a Z-bomb, and the arms race is a race between nuclear weapons and ourselves. It is them or us. What do nukes do? What are they for? Since when did we all want to kill each other? Nuclear weapons deter a nuclear holocaust by threatening a nuclear holocaust, and if things go wrong then that is what you get: a nuclear holocaust. If things don't go wrong, and continue not going wrong for the next millennium of millennia (the boasted forty years being no more than forty winks in cosmic time), you get . . . What do you get? What are we getting?” (page 28)

#amis #martin amis #einstein’s monsters #nuclear war #nuclear weapons #orange herald #rds 37 #castle bravo #ivy mike #russia ukraine war #wwiii

[snowfall-runewriter]

Drifting farther from the ship, the astronaut watched in silence. His cable trailed behind him, clearly sawed in half. He attempted to use his radio, but the only thing he could hear was static. Still, he screamed into it. Begging for someone to hear him, someone to save him. Nobody replied. Nobody saw. Nobody cared. Tears streamed from his eyes, clinging to the glass of his visor. 6 hours left of oxygen? He had been drifting for too long, alternating between sobbing and quiet contemplation. The ship wasn't visible anymore, long gone. They had left him, unaccounted for. He had known that nobody wanted him on the ship, but to go this far? He was seriously considering ripping out his oxygen tube, just for a quicker death. Was it really likely they'd find him again? He only had about 5 hours of oxygen left, if he had counted correctly. He was nearly drowning in his tears, and starving too. He hadn't eaten when they left the moon, because he thought there would still be time, thought he would still be on the ship. There was only 4 hours left. It was almost peaceful, really. Dying among the stars? Was he the first? Really, it was beautiful. Stars shining in the distance, the moon gleaming brightly behind him. Spinning was starting to take it's toll on him, even if it was slowly spinning. 3 hours of breathing left. Why was the universe so indifferent? Aren't we just reincarnations of the universe itself, an attempt to understand itself? We are all made of the same things, the same matter, the same atoms. Why is everything so different then?! If I were the universe, I would want to save myself! is it really so hard for an asteroid to safely draw me into orbit, then land on its surface? Is it really so hard for that asteroid to actually be a spaceship, with breathable oxygen? 2 hours... "If I live, I will kill you, if I die, you are forgiven." Oh, what has been wrought for thirty pieces of silver... The astronaut started reciting songs to himself, wishing he had memorized more of his favorites. One hour of life, precious and fleeting. Staring blankly into space, I cannot find emotions or the energy to even think anymore. My brain knows what comes next, I know what comes next. Death. What is death? Am I truly dead, unless I am buried? Is the vast blankness of space my grave? Perhaps it would be better to fall asleep, to never wake up again. Would I be a ghost, wandering the whole universe for eternity? I would go crazy, or maybe I already am? Crazy people don't know they're crazy. I feel normal though, but is it "normal" to accept death? There's nothing I can even do to save myself, stuck, lost, and alone with my thoughts. Thinking never saved anyone, so why should it save me? It won't, Death will arrive all the same. I really wish I had done more, met more people, wish I didn't care what people thought of me. Again, what did thinking ever do for anybody? Nothing, It never saved, helped, killed anyone. Are thoughts just a nuisance? Nothing, that's what they are. So why have I been cursed with these thoughts, these terrible realizations? Maybe... Ooh, it's getting hard to breathe. My oxygen is failing. Goodbye, Goodbye cruel universe. Perhaps I'll fuel a star somewhere, or make a big crater on a planet nearby. Maybe my body will even... make it out of the solar system... Ha, that'd be nice... First human to leave our system... Death isn't what I thought he'd be like... I can almost see him, extending his hand... How... Pleasant... Hello, Mr. Andrew... Goodbye, Life...

#vent story

[aliasimagines]

It Was You All Along // Dave Lizewski

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Can u write dave x fem!reader where reader Always had a crush on him but he kinda ignored reader bc of Katie but then someone popular asks reader out and he gets jealous and y/n dresses up super hot and he realizes he fucked up

word count: 1809

a/n: i hope this is close enough! ❤️ (i couldn't think of a different title but this one reminds me of Agatha All Along xd)

"Hey, Dave! My folks are gone for the weekend and I thought we could have an X-men watch party. Wanna come?" 

"Sorry I can't, I'm hanging out with Katie." 

"Again?" you ask a bit louder than intended,causing a few people to look at you in the hallway. You continue with a lower voice "Aren't you like, tired of all the lying? Like, what if she finds out that you're not actually gay, hm? Cause you know she will, eventually." 

"Why do you care so much?!" Dave says, clearly frustrated. 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"Oh why would I? Maybe because we have been best friends since diapers, you stupid asshole!" you say not caring if some students hear you or not, anymore. "But you know what, you are right. I shouldn't care. Go play pretend with Katie but don't come to me, crying when you end up getting your heart broken." 

"Don't worry, I won't." he snaps back. And you turn around and leave but not before flipping him off. You felt the angry tears rolling down your cheeks as you zigzagged between the chattering teenagers. 

You couldn’t  believe how Dave could be so blind! He only had eyes for Miss Perfect. Whom by the way, is a real bitch and would go back to ignoring Dave or calling him a freak if it wasn’t for his little gay act. 

Somehow you made your way over to the restroom and locked yourself into one of the booths.

Dave couldn’t even see you as a potential “love-interest”. Eventhough you were the one who always were there for him, you were always there when he called, running to him like a lost puppy. And he couldn’t even care less. And you hate him for it. But you hate yourself more for still liking him. 

It’s not like you can do something about it, if you could, you would have. But that’s not how it works, so you are just crying your guts out on the toilet trying not to think about Dave.

In all honesty, you have no idea how you made it through the day. You almost cried during biology but you caught yourself after a few lonely tears. You could feel Dave’s gaze on you but there was no way you would look at him. As soon as the last bell rang you were out of school, hurring past Tod and Marty, not being in the mood for them either.

The next day wasn’t any different, you didn’t hang with Dave, Tod and Marty like you normally do. You didn’t sit with them at lunch, instead walked over to the only empty table you saw and placed your tray there. You mounched on your food, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear the chair next to you being pulled out. You look up to see Matthew Greendale, resident hottie of the school sit next to you. 

"Hey, sorry, it's not a problem if I sit here, right?" he asks. You eyed him suspiciously. 

"No, it's fine." 

It's fine?! You mentally scold yourself. You never even spoke to this guy, outside of literature in first year. Why would he sit next to you? 

"I didn't want to sit with all the other "popular jocks" he answered you unspoken question while taking a bite of his canteen-hamburger. “They’re fun and everything but it’s nice to get away from them sometimes.”

You think of your friends who are sitting a few tables away and you can’t help but agree with Matthew.

“Yeah, I feel you.” you say without thinking.

“Hey..We used to sit next to each other in freshman year, didn’t we? It’s y/n ,right?” 

You nod with a smile, honestly being surprised that he remembers you.

“Yeah!”

“I haven’t really seen you around a lot. But when I do you are always hanging with those comic book nerds.”

“Hey! Comics are great.”

He puts his hands up in a defense.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean it as an insult. Some comics are good, my little brother made read one last month. It was actually great.”

“What comic was it?”

“Oh, uhm..It was about some kind of blind dude in a devil costume.”

“Daredevil?” you ask with a giggle.

“Yes, that one!” he laughs too.

The two of you continue talking until the end of lunch break. He is surprisingly fun to talk to and he even offers to walk you to your next class after lunch. You had such a good time you didn’t even think about Dave, heck, you didn’t even notice him literally glaring daggers into Matthew.

“What’s up with you, dude?” Tod asks snapping Dave out of it. 

“Yeah, Dave. What the shit is going on with you and Y/N?” Marty asks too.

Dave forrows is eyebrows. Yes, what the shit is going on with the two of you? Every since yesterday's 'fight' with you he can't stop thinking. About how he spends most, if not all of his time either with being Kick-Ass or, rather with Katie. It used to be different. He spent every second with you and he just threw you away so he could maybe get laid. And sure, Katie may be hot as fuck but she is.. Well, she is not you. 

"We had a fight, yesterday. I.. And she was right." he explains with a grimace. "But why the fuck is that Greendale asshole is with her?" 

"You jealous or something, dude?" 

"Wha- Of course I am not jealous! Why would I be? You guys are nuts." 

Jealous… The word rolled around in his mouth like a new flavored milkshake he never tasted before. 

Could he be… Jealous? He never thought of you that way, you were always his best friend. Just that. But.. The more he thinks about it the more he can't stop that twist like feeling in his stomach. 

That night he can't focus on crime fighting. All his thoughts are tied to you. Whether he likes it or not, memories of you keep popping up in his mind. How didn't he notice your beautiful smile before? And your laugh? It's like a beautiful melody. And… Gosh! When did he become such a sappy teenager? Oh and another thing.. He kept trying to think of something else, anything else like Katie for example but he doesn't care anymore! 

Dave goes home early with a frustrated growl. The remaining hours of the night he spends with tossing and turning and daydreaming instead of sleeping. 

(the next afternoon, Atomic Comics) 

Dave bangs his head against the wood table once again. A tired groan leaves his lips when he hears Tod almost choking on his iced coffee. 

"What the tunk, Tod?" Marty and Dave ask almost at the same time. The dirty blonde haired boy keeps pointing outside the huge window that they are sitting next to at Atomic Comics. 

"Is that fucking y/n?!" 

Now all three of them look outside the shop and see you, all dressed up nad seemingly waiting for someone. 

"Holy fuck!" Dave whispers. He stares at you, with his mouth a gap before jumping up from the booth they were sitting at and rushing outside the store. 

"Y/n! Y/-" he yells almost tripping on thin air. 

"Dave?" you question, quickly turning towards him. Damn, you missed him. No! Yeah, you did… "What do you want?" 

"What do I- What, can't I talk to you?" 

"If you wanted to talk you would have in these past days!" you say. Yes, you might have missed him, but it's not like you're gonna show it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am waiting for my date to show up." 

"Your.. Your what, now?!" 

"My date" 

"You can't go on a date!" 

"And why is that, Lizewski?" 

"Lizewski? Really, you're calling me by my surname? Are we in such a bad place right now?" 

"I don't know, you tell me. Are you going to tell me what i can and can't do, hm?" 

"I didn't mean it like that. I just…" 

"What, it's fine when you say it but when I do it with you about Katie I'm the bad friend?" 

"No,it's just-" 

"Sorry. Matt's here." you point to the street across the road where you saw the boy walk towards you. "I gotta go." 

You start walking away but Dave grabs your wrist. 

"Please, don't." he mumbles. 

"Why not?" you snap at him but your expressions soften upon your eyes land on his saddened face. 

"I- because I don't want you with him. O-or anyone." 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"What?" 

He took a deep breath before looking around. Matt was waiting patiently by the traffic light so he could cross the road. Dave quickly began explaining. 

"You were right. About Katie. I was such a dickhead, I am so sorry, y/n. I am sorry for ignoring you over her and and.." from the corner of his eye he sees the traffic light turn green. "Shit! I don't want you to go out with Greendale cause I.. Because I like you. Like really fucking like you. And oh my god you look so fucking hot in this outfit, not that you're not always hot but holy shit. I know we are just friends and you don't think of me that way but I ju-"

"Oh my god! Do you ever shut up?" you yell before pressing your lips to his. Dave stumbled back a little, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Your hands cupped his face and his hands grabbed your waist in response. You both tilled your heads, deepening the kiss earning loud knocking from Marty and Tod as they watched the whole scene through the window. Not that you noticed any of it. You didn't hear the passing by car honk at you nor the yells or whistles. You also did not notice Matthew walking away with a sad smile after seeing the two of you. Your touches intertwine and you're pretty sure you heard Dave moan slightly which causes you to giggle into the kiss. You both pull away gasping for air. You look down at your shoes, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. Dave scratches his back and looks around nervously only to see his two idiotic friends making kissy faces. He lifts his middle finger for them before clearing his throat. 

"So.. Khm.. I guess you like me too?" 

You let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I do." you say looking at him with a smile.

"That's.. Fuck. That's great." he replied genuinely happy. "Wanna get out of here?" 

You nod and you take off. You take Dave's hand and he intertwines your fingers with a smile. Maybe he is truly a superhero. He helps people and he gets the girl of his dreams. The happy ending. 

Dave Lizewski taglist : @sethcohenluvr @your-hispanichufflepuff

#dave lizewski x reader #Dave lizewski one shot #dave lizewski imagine #kick ass imagine #kick ass x reader #kick ass one shot #gif not mine #aaron taylor johnson #alias imagines

[moontours]

Bestieee I know we are on Tim Drake lockdown and like so fair!!💕💕 but I am once again thinking about the Implications of random shit in comics.

Specifically I wanna see a big battle with a lot of characters where somehow most or all of the heroes get heavily irradiated. Radiation in comics almost always leads to new powers and if I'm being honest that's so, so boring given what radiation actually is. Hulk was created from gamma radiation, but gamma isn't the only type, the other most relevant here being alpha and beta. I want to see how heroes who got their powers from radiation react to different kinds, because I know a couple things about nuclear science and lemme tell you: it wouldn't be new powers. You can't be immune to radiation, the particles are simply so much smaller than your organelles that your cells can't do shit against them, no mutation can do shit against them (I can suspend my disbelief for the wolverines but that's my limit.) They change you and break you apart at an atomic level. Previous exposure doesn't make you immune either. The only thing I can see working is if they have some miracle medicine that stitches your cells back into working order, and I frankly believe they have that or have the technology to develop it in the present canon (they've probably even talked about it before, I just haven't read every comic ever.) Then there's how it would effect all the other heroes, which I think is just infinitely more interesting. There's so many characters whose powers physically manifest as light that emits from their eyes, hands, and sometimes more. And, surprise! Light is radiation! With people who have different kinds of energy, stuff that could look like light but isn't, I think it could be strong enough to knock some more nucleons off, especially the electrons (that's beta radiation). Light energy is already strong enough to temporarily knock electrons into higher orbitals, who's to say that fictional magic and telekinesis doesn't physically manifest as some bigger, heavier, stronger kind of particle? I think intense full-body radiation poisoning would be way worse for a lot of magic users and telekinetics, as well as some others, who'd have to resort to conventional fighting styles in order to survive as long as everyone else. It'd really mess with their strategy and that's what I really want to see. Plus, if there's a character like Johnny Storm but fire all the way through instead of on the surface, they'd be unaffected (I wish so badly I could say Johnny would be the immune savior but I can't bestie :( ). I also wonder how Kitty Pryde's power affects her ability to be affected by radiation. It'd be a good opportunity to explore her power, along with the telekinetics because surely some of them would be able to move radiation particles away from them, avoiding harm but ultimately irradiating something else, or for someone really focused and strong they could put the individual atoms back together, but that'd be tedious, and for both there'd be a break even point where afterwards the cost of damage to others around them would undo the damage avoided. And, if the person was also irradiated, there'd be a point where they'd be more damaged by radiation than if they'd just left, and that point would come way quicker if their power manifests as something akin to light like I already said. There's different levels of energy of course, there's a reason we can be around light all the time so Thor's gonna be unaffected, but the stronger folks? I want to see how they would handle it and what they would prioritize, as well as how the overall battle strategy would change and how people who aren't telekinetic would rise to the challenge.

THIS IS SO COOL????????? if they ever decide to do another apocalyptic story (well i guess dark ages is that) they should explore it with radiation like there's so many ways it could affect different characters and their powers

#UR MIND ALWAYS AMAZES MEEEE #U THINK IN SUCH INNOVATIVE WAYS #shoplifting #m.inbox

[horrorstoryfanfics]

Summer To Remember: Part Three

So this one has some fluff and a little bit of tension. It also has some Xavier POV at the end. Let me know how you feel about it! If you guys like it then I’ll make sure to write more in the future ! 

Warnings: Mentions of death, gore, Trevor’s bulge, loads of Xavier being cute, some built up sexual tension, alcohol. 

Previous 

As we got into the cabin Ray was in a beanbag, Montana was on the floor with Chet, and Brooke was seated on the couch. I opted to go sit on the closest bunk, Xavier following and plopping down beside me.

"I'm going to go check on the hitchhiker guy, make sure he's okay." Brooke smiled innocently as she stood up and went out the door.

Montana raised an eyebrow and brushed it off as she looked over her shoulder to me, "So, how do you deal with Margaret as your mother?" Her eyebrow twinged up as she spoke.

"Montana!" Xavier snapped, sending a stern look her way.

She raised her hands in defense as I laughed, his demeanor changing as he saw I took it as a joke. "On a wing and a prayer," I winked as Montana chuckled lightly.

"She's very...." Montana made an implying face as she tried to find the right word.

"Overprotecting, unbearable, over the top, crazy, bogus?" I finished before she could, "Yeah those all pretty much sum her up." I sighed as I shifted a bit.

"She's off her rockers if she thinks I'm gonna listen to that no sex rule." Chet scoffed as he took a swig of his beer.

I raised an eyebrow, "Yeah and who are you fucking?"

"Maybe you if you're lucky," He winked at me before taking a sip.

"As if," I scoffed lightly as I rolled my eyes. "You aren't my type."

Chet looked hurt as if he thought he was every girls type.

"And what is your type?" Montana teased as her eyes quickly darted to the man beside me.

"Well," I started, glancing over at Xavier before looking back at the others, "I have this wicked things for blondes."

My goal was to tease Xavier, there was just something about him that brought upon my attraction. I enjoyed the look of amusement on his face whenever I teased him and I just wanted to make it happen more and more.

Xavier leaned back smugly while sending a shit eating grin over to Chet.

"Montana has more of a chance than you do," Ray joked as he took another sip of beer.

Chet pushed his shoulder, almost knocking the alcohol out of his hand, "Shut up," he sneered. Causing Ray to laugh even more.

"It just so happens that you're also my type," Xavier whispered in my ear, sending cool shivers all over my body. I kept my composure as I played it cool.

"That'll break Bertie's heart," I gasped, jokingly grabbing my heart in shock.

He shrugged coolly, "What can I say, when you find the one you gotta break some hearts."

My lips twinged into a faint smile as I bumped him with my shoulder. He bumped back which started a game of "Who could knock the other over first". And I was determined to win. We kept bumping each other until eventually he grabbed my arms and pinned me to the bedpost. My breath being taken away as I just sat there.

I cocked my eyebrow, "And what're you going to do now?"

He leaned in, no doubt about to whisper a comeback as the door slammed open. He jumped back, letting go of my arms as we all turned to stare at Brooke hurrying her way inside.

"That guy is crazy!" She said out of breath as she sat down on the couch. "He completely wigged out. I think he has a concussion."

"I mean we got him here, made sure he didn't die. Karmically, we're cool." Montana stated casually.

"He kept saying something bad was gonna happen." Brooke said as her voice rose a little in fear.

We all looked over to the door as we heard heavy footsteps approaching. The door opened unexpectedly as a man busted in.

"Hey!" He paused dramatically, "Don't you guys know you're not supposed to be coed fraternizing?"

We all looked around nervously as the man's laughter filled the room. "I'm just fucking with you," He waved his hand dismissedly, "I'm Trevor, the activities director. So technically I'm you're boss but don't worry, I'm not gonna be enforcing any of Margaret Booth's rules for godly living." He dropped his beer into the cooler, "Between you and me, I bet myself fifty bucks I'd bang her by the end of the summer."

"Good luck with that one," I laughed while making a face, "The only one my Mom gives it to is God."

He looked over at me, about to say something when Montana interjected. "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

And this brought on the uncomfortably long conversation that was a battle of Trevor and Montana's sexual tension. Montana bringing up how he was in a Jane Fonda work out video and how he had to be removed because a certain part of him was taking the focus away from Jane. And the knowledge that that was the first thing Montana masturbated too, a little tmi. They had a stare down before deciding to sneak off together to take care of said tension.

As soon as they left I let out a loud laugh, "That was a little more information than I wanted to know."

"And see," Brooke chimed in quietly, referring to the bulge that Trevor proudly placed in front of her.

"He literally just walked through the door and he's getting laid." Chet waved his hand in their direction the sound of disappointment threaded through his voice.

I rolled my eyes, standing up and brushing off my pants. "I'm going for a walk, I don't want to hear you complain about being a virgin anymore."

Chet scrambled for words, "I-I'm not a virgin."

I looked back before rolling my eyes and heading out the door.

Making my way down the steps and hearing the door open with a creak behind me. Curiously I turned around to see Xavier trotting to my side.

"Mind if I join you?" He asked casually hoping off the last step to stand beside me.

"Not at all," I smiled back, secretly I had hoped that he would.

We made it away from the main camp and into one of the dimly lit paths in the woods.

"Y/n, aren't you afraid that Mr.Jingles is out here right now?" He said beside me, trying to scare me.

"No," I looked over at him and smiled, "And if you're trying to get me to jump into your arms you're gonna need a little more ammo than trying to spook me."

He laughed lightly, "I like a girl that doesn't scare easy."

"Then you're gonna love me," I gave him a flirty side eyed look. I don't know what it was about him that drew me in but it did. After only knowing him for a total of about six hours I wanted more. I had never felt like this before and it was exciting. Even if it would just turn out to be a summer fling.

"Oh sweetheart I have no doubt." He lightly grabbed a hold of my arm and pulled me to a stop. I turned around quickly to see him pull back, "Let's stop here for a bit."

We sat down on a log and looked out across the lake, admiring the moonlight glazing over the water. The low hum of the crickets was the only sound, a nice change from the busy streets of LA.

"So what made you decide to come here?" I asked, casually trying to make conversation. I looked over at his face to see his features lightly dusted with a mixture of the moonlight and the dim camp light.

"I had some things I needed to get away from, even if it was just for a little bit." He sighed lightly as I nodded with him. "What made you decide to help Mommy dearest with this place?"

I chuckled and looked out to the lake, "Honestly, I turned her down a thousand times...I wanted nothing to do with it until she wore me down and eventually I caved." I turned towards him, our eyes meeting "And now I'm glad I did."

His nose turned up as he looked down at me with a change in his eyes, "Well I hope I can make it a summer to remember," he leaned in ever so slightly.

I also leaned in so my lips were ghosting over his, "I'm sure you will," I whispered before leaning back. The corners of my mouth turning up into a wicked smirk.

He bit his lip gently as he stared at me, "I'm really regretting my dibs now. But they're unretractable." He threw his hands up, "I was just so blinded by lust," he joked.

"You're no different now," I mocked lightly. His blue eyes now dark as he hovered over me.

He parted his lips which caused me to look down at them, "I'm not blind baby, I know exactly what I want."

My heart rate increased as his hand came to rest on top of mine, "And what is that?"

His cocky grin grew as he knew the effect he was having on me, "Whatever you can give me." He gripped my hand and leaned in so close that our noses were almost touching.

Every atom in my body was telling me to just lean in and kiss him but I enjoyed teasing him way too much. So instead I took my other hand and rested it above his knee, "Well we'll just have to see what you deserve." I squeezed his leg before I stood up.

His mouth was ajar and his eyebrows were furrowed, he looked godly but I didn't want to give up my plan of  messing with him just yet. Instead I sauntered back up to the girls cabin. In a few seconds Xavier was on my heels.

When we made it back inside the guys were sat on the couch watching the Olympics as Montana and Brooke were asleep on their bunks. The guys didn't pay any attention to us as we snuck over to the beanbag chair on the ground.

Before I could sit down Xavier sat in it first.

"I wanted to sit there," I pouted playfully stomping my foot.

He had a devilish glint in his eye, "You still can," Before I could object he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning his head on top of my shoulder.

I wanted to pretend to be annoyed, to rile him up even further but all I could focus on was how warm he was and the sweet sent of his cologne. Not to mention how comfortable I was with him this close.

Now he was the one messing with me, "Sweetheart your heart sounds like it's going to burst. Are you okay?" His lips were touching my ear as he whispered.

My mouth parted as I was going to say something but then the door slammed open, my mother bursting in. Xavier and I both jumped up, nearly stumbling over each other again.

"Boys and girls together after dark," she reprimanded, looking from me to Trevor, no doubt angry at the fact we didn't enforce her rule.

"Lights out in twenty minutes," She looked down to her watch, "The boys will leave and remove themselves from temptation." She looked accusingly at Xavier as she spat out her words.

Ray sighed and Trevor headed over to the door, opening it, "Let's go boys." Chet and Ray left sunkenly, following Trevor out the door.

Xavier gave me a wink before smiling and striding to the door, stopping in front of my Mom. "You gonna make us pray the boners away?" He challenged a cocky glint in his eyes.

Montana and I laughed as Mom turned around quickly, "A clean body is a clean mind. How many times do I have to go over the rules? Boys shower at night. No exceptions. Now go wash the filth off so you can wake up pure and refreshed for morning prayer."

He looked over his shoulder and blew me kiss before striding out after the others. I bit my lip to hold back the smile that was fighting to get free.

Mom turned around to look at me, "Whatever it is that you have going on with that boy needs to stop before he corrupts your soul."

Before I could get a word in she slammed the door shut and left.

"Bitch," I muttered. I was twenty and she had no hold over me anymore. Whatever I wanted to do and with who was my decision. Not hers. I wasn't going to let her try to dictate me anymore.

Brooke and Montana were awake now, no thanks to my mom's sudden intrusion. Brooke sat up on the bed and Montana got up to crack open another beer. I walked over to the other bed across from her and laid down, leaning against my palm.

Brooke looked uneasy so Montana sat beside her, "Look, some dickhead broke into your apartment and attacked you, that's super scary. I mean, a stranger once grabbed my boob outside a Sam Goody, so I get it. But not everyone is out to get you."

I nodded, taking in her words as Brooke sniffled. "He said he was going to come back...that he was going to find me."

I sat up, scooting to the edge of the bed, "Trauma's a bitch Brooke," I hesitated before deciding to share my story with them, "When my dad died...I was the one who found him." I paused, looking at the floor. "His guts were spilled over the tub and all over the floor. For years all I saw was that image. They also never caught who did it..." I sighed and held my hands together, "Every sound I heard, every creak in the floorboards had me convinced that the killer was back and that I was going to end up like him." I looked up at her, tears threatening to spill out, "But it turned out they were just noises. You're going to be paranoid for a while...but eventually everything turns out okay." I gave her a reassuring smile.

I felt weird telling two strangers who I just met a very personal side of me, but I saw how upset Brooke was and if my story could help her just even in the tiniest bit, I wanted to try.

Montana gave me a short smile, "She's right," she turned back to Brooke, "If you imagine the worst, that's all you see."

"You don't have to imagine the worst when it's already happened." Brooke mumbled.

Montana and I sat there listening to Brooke relive her past summer trauma. She was engaged and on the day of her wedding her fiance snapped, thought she slept with his best man when in reality she just didn't want to be alone. Her man didn't believe that and shot the best man in the head, Brooke's dad, and then killed himself. It was horrific.

I just sat there in shock, we've all been through something or another that's made us who we are. We all are just hoping for something good, hopefully it can be this camp.

Xavier's POV

"I can't see shit," I mumbled while I swung the light in front of me, trying to get any kind of clarity. "If you had to give up one of your five senses which one would it be?" I asked, turning around to the others.

"Smell, definitely." Ray said.

"Yeah but then you could never smell bacon." Chet stated. He did have a point there. But out of all the senses I think that's the easiest one to justify losing.

We all were walking through the dark aimlessly. Ray and I were the only ones who had flashlights. They weren't really doing much for us as we stumbled over to the showers. Almost every step stumbling over rocks or vines.

"Montana's skin smells like vanilla frosting." Trevor said dreamily, "We had a real connection down there at the lake. Like a...meeting of the souls. First base never felt so good."

"Wait," Chet paused, "All you did was kiss?"

"'Course not," Trevor said as he strode radically.

"That's what first base means." Chet said matter of factly.

"Maybe for you.." Trevor said as Chet felt embarassed for the thousandth time tonight.

"If he gets dibs on Montana, and Xavier has Y/n, then I get first shot at Brooke." Ray said.

"Y/n, nice. She's real cute." Trevor held out his hand for me to fist bump and I did while a smirk played across my lips.

"Talk about connection," I patted my chest over my heart lightly. My thoughts ran back to her. She was fiery and didn't give in to me as easy as other girls did. I liked it, it was a different feeling.

"Wait..." Chet paused, "Who does that leave for me?"

"Margaret," Trevor stated. I stifled a laugh as Ray couldn't keep his in.

I walked over and patted Chet's shoulder. "Yeah you can be my new father in law." The others laughed while Chet shook my hand off and stormed inside the showers.

We all followed inside, genuinely forgetting how much of a shit hole the showers really were. I took the flashlight as I strolled through the showers as I scoffed, "Where's all the towels and little soaps?"

"This isn't a spa." Trevor said as he chucked a towel at me, "Here, I brought two." I caught it and thanked him casually, I genuinely didn't want to walk all the way back up to the cabin.

We all started undressing by the lockers, Ray brought a radio and turned it on. I was actually shocked it got reception out here.

I started washing all across my body, over my chest, down my arms, all over.

"So what base did you make it to with Y/n when you two snuck off?" Ray raised an eyebrow as he played with the toothpick in his mouth.

I smirked, "None yet, I'm along for the ride." I paused remembering how close we were to kissing and how I wanted nothing more than to taste her and see if her lips were as soft as they looked. "She's doing things to me man." I sighed, already wanting to see her again.

"I hear ya," Trevor agreed as he sent a wink over to me. "Montana is just something else." He turned over to me and tilted his head back, "Maybe summer love is real."

My head shot up as he said the word "love". It wasn't something I had thought of or even felt in a really long time. But it could be at play here, considering I'm not just thinking with my dick.

"When Brooke came and helped me bandage up my hand...I dunno. I just felt something too." Ray took the toothpick out and shook it while he looked up to the sky, thinking.

"Great well while you all find the one I guess I'll just be jacking off in the cabin alone." Chet huffed, he started scrubbing his body harder in annoyance.

"Don't lose hope yet Chet," I started, "You still have Margaret." I bit back a smile as he hurled the soap at me, I ducked before it could hit me as I couldn't hold my laughter anymore.

"Rita is cute.." Trevor mentioned, I nodded in agreement.

"Rita would kill him before he could even get a word in." Ray mentioned, he was kidding but there was a bit of truth to his words.

Trevor laughed, "Yeah she'd probably stab you with a needle as soon as you walked in." We all laughed as Chet scoffed.

The lights suddenly powered down.

"Guess our 20 minutes is up," I mumbled as I quickly rinsed the remaining soap and turned the water off.

When we were finished Ray and Chet immediately fell asleep, leaving me to stare up at the ceiling. My thoughts circling back to Y/n. I'd just met her today but something felt different about her and I just wanted to make sure she was safe. Like back at the campfire, I could tell she was getting a little tense about all the Mr.Jingles talk...I just wanted to help her.

Next

"This camp," Trevor whispered as I looked over at him, "Has a way of making people feel things." I turned so I was laying on my side, completely facing him now. "Like making that guy snap all those years ago, what if we're snapping in our own good ways."

Next

Taglist: @felicityofbakerstreet​

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[theangrypokemaniac]

I'll state from the beginning that the images below display the sort of sweet synchronicity to which only love can give life:

MaAndPaShipping is the best ship, and here are five reasons why:

1. It Made James

Like the boy do yer? Ever felt the slightest tingle of warmth at the mention of his name?

Well get down on yer knees and give thanks to his mother and father for gifting him to the world!

Where would we be without their remarkable commitment? Could James have grown into the dandified dream boat of your desires if deprived of the safety provided by his parents?

Had they not brought him up, he'd be dead, The Dog of Flanders fantasy made reality. If miraculously he survived, foraging in the wild is not conducive to a foppish personality.

Is that to yer fancy? No? Then let's have a little respect. The luxury Ma and Pa gave enabled his macaroni tendencies to reach such heights.

Their love created him! How can it not be celebrated?

You lot would ship Jessie's parents but you can't, because she has no dad, and I don't suppose you'll ever assent to his obvious identity of Windy Miller, although 'Jessie Miller' has a wonderful ring to it, so what can be done?

Should a Pa Jess be conjured for the purpose, he still buggered off, didn't he? Where's the allure in a faithless git?

I can't comprehend the obsession with Ma Jess. As soon as here she's stiff, and what is there to remember but coercing her daughter into eating snow?

Hey, I named her. What more do you want from me?

I'd rather have the living, visible ancestors, if you don't mind.

Yeah, says the history fanatic.

Why not make the most of the chances offered, and follow a devoted couple whose love made a difference to your existence?

2. Canon!

There are many ships which I find repulsive for involving depravity, or absurd as the subjects haven't met, or don't inhabit the same fictional universe.

Video et taceo: I see and I say nothing.

Neither does anyone. Forcing decent folk in to incest, bestiality etc. is quite alright.

Perverted ideas are left alone, but woe betide a Rocketshipper, because that's offensive.

It may be the only original ship left standing, with proper evidence and sanctioned by Nintendo, but no, it's fair game for undermining. People pick at your arguments, quibble constantly and NEED to register their objections NOW. You MUST be made aware of opposition. You're not to be permitted your views the way those with twisted tastes are indulged.

Why, out of tens of thousands of combinations, does making Jessie and James an item provoke hostility?

The strength of negativity actually serves as validation, for why be so concerned if it's an impossible relationship?

However sick they are, I'm not anti any ship. I can't muster sufficient interest to do it, and if I scroll on, I forget. I certainly don't attack those responsible.

Anti-Shipping is inherently nihilistic for promoting loneliness. They aren't against Rocketshipping through wanting Jessie and James to be with someone else, as an alternative is not readily available, so the outcome of it is neither finding a companion.

MaAndPaShipping attracts no sourpuss silliness, for 'tis canon beyond question. There's nothing about being 'just friends' when married with a son.

How's the state of your O.T.P.? Not looking too clever I expect, and what's your contribution: wishing, and hoping, and thinking, and praying?

Cast it off! None of that longing is necessary in these quarters, as MaAndPaShipping is a fait accompli.

Hallelujah! Wallow in that Love!

Don't you yearn for at least one ship that all of us accept by default, to the extent these aristocrats are spoken of as a single unit?

Across the internet, Ma and Pa are bracketed as 'James's parents', never 'he' and 'she', always 'they', barely counting as distinct characters. That's how undeniable the love is between them. Sheer indifference has awarded it a blessing from everyone.

MWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!

Of course, now I've drawn attention to it the moaning will start, but we all know a spoilsport when we see one.

If they had any legitimate complaints they ought to have mentioned 'em before this piece highlighted the marriage!

Except it won't have occurred to 'em previously, proving the eternal, indissoluble quality of MaAndPaShipping.

You get good value with this one.

Find a post referring to Ma and Pa as individuals and I'll have written it, for that's what you call ironic.

3. It's a Fine Rocketshipping Proxy

I was at primary school when Pokémon hit the West like the bright, bearded meteor it is, atomizing all competition for a child's attention.

I have shipped Jessie and James before I knew anyone else did it, unaware shipping was even a thing.

There are other pairs where I think: 'That seems to fit', but it's incomparable to what I feel for them.

It is part of me. I bleed it.

I have shipped it longer than most Tumblerries have dwelt upon the earth.

I used to believe, what with the hints and manga finale, that this resolution was  inevitable, and all I had to do was wait.

Well I've been patient for two decades now, thus when I look at the modern incarnation, and realise it's no nearer to that goal, and instead is further away, waiting starts to wear a bit thin.

I resent the lack of appreciation shown to the fans by the cretins in charge, how any meagre shippy inclusion is done not with an interest in deepening bonds, but with the blatant cynicism of moulding us into performing monkeys dancing to their manipulative tune.

I dislike being treated like a sea lion, expected to clap me flippers at the wave of a fish, or as a panting dog begging at top table, where, because they're desperate to maintain the status quo, every scrap flung down from above now comes with an Anti-Ship kick in the teeth, just to be sure nothing progresses. Not whilst the franchise can still be milked for all it's worth.

I have lost faith Rocketshipping will happen. What passes for Pokémon today carries not the remotest indication of any intention on the so-called writers' part to finish it that way.

Even if it did, it's not my Team Rocket, it's those skeletal, gargoyle bastardisations. My Jessie and James never got the reward they deserved.

I'm somewhat in the market for a replacement. Beneath this loathsome carapace of acid and ice beats the tender heart of a true romantic, and it must have an outlet!

Shipping Ma and Pa provides a certain spurious relief, because it's as close as you can get to Jessie and James without it being them, both biologically as his parents, but they're so similar to the duo it counts as proof in itself.

Holy Matrimony! is prime Rocketshipping territory, not merely the balloon lift, but many slight additions are as important, like the haircuts matching.

Ma and Pa are therefore Jessie and James in the past, present and future:

The past for representing Jess 'n' Jamie gone Victorian, and we've all wondered how that'd turn out.

The present as it's there right now, absent of suffering the shameless whims of morons to get what you want. 'Tis yours to savour.

The future as a glimpse of Jessie and James once married with children, and they agree:

That's how they play it given the opportunity!

What, James in blue, for his and Pa's hair, and Jessie wearing purple, like Ma's, with a red shawl for her own, and Ma Jess's orange earrings to copy the beads?

• Money!

• Bun!

• 'Tache!

• Classy pad!

• Fancy gear!

• Pampered pet!

• Identical cups of Earl Grey!

4. Original Blend

Ma and Pa have only got two fans! We care more than the entire fandom has in twenty years!

Rocketshipping art is ten a penny, so why not display a pioneering spirit, sharpen up those pencils and be inspired?

Let your mind expand and marvel at the possibilities of these unchartered territories, and I'll reblog it if it's nice.

Pay attention to the condition of it being nice. I'm not putting up with any old toss.

Real Ma and Pa is what I want too, not those Sinnoh coffin-dodgers.

It's never been done! Every drawing breaks new ground!

I don't like fan fiction, but I wouldn't say 'no' to that either. Recall the 'nice' stipulation again.

Come on, be the first amongst your friends and get ship shape!

5. It Gives Us All Hope

Suppose your favourite amour one day became canon: you imagine that's the end of the matter?

Well it ain't.

Between Ash, Misty, Brock, Jessie, James, Gary and Tracey, there are three-and-a-half out of fourteen parents (Flint doesn't count as a complete man) and one out of twenty-eight grandparents, and that's not enough!

If the series drew to a close with your beloved couple apparently walking into the happily-ever-after, there's no guarantee it'll endure. In fact, the odds are they'll split up within a few years and leave another generation to fend for themselves or starve.

That's right, so don't presume the final episode is all you need to worry about. Can you rest easy knowing it'll go pear-shaped once the camera stops rolling?

It's futile soothing one's worries with:

Oh, but they know what it's like to be alone. They'd never inflict such stress on their children.

Oh really?

Look at that poor showing of grandparents. Either Pokémon has a system reminiscent of the sci-fi film Logan's Run, where everyone over thirty is vapourized, or these disappearing maters and paters were themselves victims of abandonment.

I bet when they settled down, they thought it'd be different for their kids, they'd make sure of it, but no, off they went down that same route of feckless self-indulgence, and that's being kind assuming they intended not to repeat history.

Depressing eh? What's the good in any of us surrendering to romance, real or otherwise, if love is but a mayfly of emotion, and all dreams are doomed to die?

Then Ma and Pa arrive, and suddenly the storm clouds part for a ray of heavenly light.

It's not only that they made the effort in what was probably an arranged marriage and have stayed together from youth, it's that they've stayed together when no one else has, which augments its value.

When separation is commonplace, sticking it out becomes rarer and rarer as any belief in the sanctity of wedlock erodes with every failure.

If they didn't bother, why should I? What's the use when it won't work?

Once that idea enters your head, it's over, and your gloom-laden attitude fulfils itself.

Society is collapsing about Ma and Pa's ears, but they persevere nevertheless, refusing to buckle under the turgid malaise engulfing the arrogant and weak.

It's bloody beautiful, man!

You may suggest an environment of supreme wealth erases normality, and to their class and time period divorce is still taboo, so they don't really have much of choice but to remain wedded.

Ah, but it's not as if they simply tolerate one another for appearances, or carried on for the sake of their son (which is more than anyone else did besides), not when he walked out on them.

They've been married longer than James has lived, so at least eighteen years (don't all squeal at once), and they're still blissfully contented!

They hold hands!

They use terms of endearment like 'dear' and 'my precious'!

They were made for one another!

They work as a team!

They want the same thing for James!

It could bring a stone angel to tears it's so beautiful!

See what success can be achieved when you try? When you endeavour to love the one you're with and make yourself worth loving in return?

Better that than chucking 'em at the first sign of trouble.

Ma and Pa is such an irrevocable union even the despair of losing their only child failed to tear 'em asunder, and that'd defeat many, but not this husband and wife.

Be grateful, for it means all is not in vain.

It doesn't have to be misery and pain: love can last despite the pressure of a wretched, hollow culture bent on self-destruction. Your ship might just succeed too.

God bless 'em for keeping the magic alive!

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Why do I have the presentiment that I'm going to regret encouraging support?

#maandpashipping #team rocket #ma james #pa james #ma and pa james #james #jessie #james's mom #james's dad #james's parents #rocketshipping #kanto #holy matrimony!

[monochrome-monarch]

Tthis took longer than expected buuut

Guess who finally gave in to making fankids again?

Am I being original yet, ma? Also, Idk how to draw babies so here have hem at their adult forms with little bad doodles of them as babbies

I know, The names aren't the best but they're stand ins until I find better names. Except Alphard. Alphard sounds cool and has meaningful name all over it, dude.

Anyway, here are some notes regarding these kids:

Lepittra

- Name is from the name Lepidoptra, the order where Moths belong to

- She's a bit bigger and bulkier than Mothra and sadly my art doesn't portray it well but still significantly smaller than Godzilla.

- Probably has gills but wings are definitely water resistant. Larva stage likely has gills, tho I guess

- Dorsals, Eyes and Wings light up when charging up and firing

- Might get a fankid sibling if I'm feeling productive or creative. However, regarding her parents' canon children, Lep is sorta like the Megan to Minya and Mothra Leo's Drake and Josh. Still cares about them, tho

- Rather peaceful and keeps to herself. Almost borders distant as she ignores humans and has no interest of starting a cult (however she is kinda interested in continuing her mother's cult) but doesn't mind them as long as they don't provoke her in anyway. Has a pretty long fuse so it's hard to piss her off, though.

- Isn't much to interfere with human affairs and mostly ignores them, unless A) One or Both parents are involved and/or B) Her mother's followers are being threatened or attacked.

- Plays peacekeeper/tired mom friend with her mom but will fight when desperate times call for desperate measures. Prefers intimidating the enemy into standing down but, again, will fight if necessary.

- Mommy and Daddy's Little Princess but they will call her out when she steps out of line

- Loves lamps and other bright lights

- Either fires atom blasts or light blasts, whichever works but will stick with atomic blasts for now

- Can reincarnate like her mom

- Has an unexpected friendship with the Three-Headed Heir with a lot of expected reactions and controversy buuuut Lep doesn't care much. Also is more or less the trio's impulse control. Will still kick their ass if they do anything destructive

Alphard

All Three

- Name is from the name Alphard, the brightest star in the Hydra constellation. Also, the word Alpha is there so

- Is small compared to Rodan and Ghidorah but they're still growing. Derecha is impatiently waiting lol

- They're gonna be three-headed because I wanted to be unique but I added a two-headed option because I was feeling a bit curious

- Strangely, the heads look different from each other. Then again, could be because they're a hybrid

- They either breath fire or gravity beams, might change but will kinda stick to fire for now

- Can regenerate but strangely, Izquierda's horn is regenerating in a slower pace than usual

- Speaking of Iz's broken horn, the three of them refuse to spill on how it got broken

- Can so far only start up hurricanes when they fly but there are hints of lightning there so there's a chance that they can start up storms

- Heads spend more time bickering than doing anything serious or destructive but when they agree on something, they would put their heads together haha and make for a scary team until something goes wrong in an also sitcom like fashion

- Can survive intense heat and is seen lazing around in lava more than once

- Has an unexpected friendship with the Little Princess with a lot of expected reactions and controversy buuuut the trio doesn't care much. Also is more or less her bodyguards(???).

Derecha

- Name is the Spanish word for Right

- The one head that takes after Ghidorah more

- Angry and aggressive, jokingly referred to as his parents' combined rage in titan form. Will fight anyone, even his parents and other heads but he never wins, especially against his parents since his other heads don't have a death wish. Also the only head who would gladly fight Godzilla at the Area 51 parking lot. Respects fighters, even if they lose, though.

- Despite his firey nature, he cares about his loved ones and would fight tooth and claw for them even if he does fight them a lot. Reacts even more erratic and angrier when anyone the heads gets beheaded. Loyal af, however, will follow you no matter who the Alpha is or what the Alpha says. He's never much for obeying authority, anyway

- While he's wild, he does, reluctantly, follow Centro's orders but will gleefully participate when Centro and Izquierda are in a mood for destruction

- Distrustful towards anything that doesn't remotely look like his parents or siblings. Hates humans and has breath fire at any humans or human vehicles that come too close or was at the wrong place at the wrong time

- Not the smartest head but he is by no means stupid and is actually quite a quick-thinker and makes decent, pragmatic decisions

- Doesn't care much about ruling the monsters or destroying/terraforming the Earth, he just wants to fight. Becoming king of the monsters or destroying the Earth is merely a bonus

- Is pretty annoyed that he isn't center head/leader and makes it known. Dislikes Centro's 'passiveness' and 'laidback' nature and wants him to show his true colors and act on his destructive tendencies more. Encourages Iz's trigger happy tendencies but does feel bad if he goes too far. Has no idea how to calm him but tries

Centro

- Name is the Spanish word for Center

- The head that's a nice balance of both parents or well, I hope he does

- Is seemingly the 'nicer' head. He seems pretty easygoing and laidback, uninterested in wrecking havoc. Doesn't pick fights with any of the other titans or attacks any human settlements, hell, he's even friends with the Princess. Doesn't even mind humans approaching him. Seems to be rather indifferent and content with minding his own business.

- However, He doesn't mind wrecking havoc, either, especially if he and his heads would get some benefits from this, even if it's something as petty as relieving boredom. He doesn't care how much destruction they cause, if they get something out of it, then who cares? He does, however have some standards but its mostly just "We won't get anything out of this."

- Openly cares about his loved ones, especially his brothers, even if they fight a lot and he wants to dunk their heads in lava

- Is rather laidback in how he reigns in Der and Iz. He mostly lets them do their own thing but he does pull them by the horn when they're getting too wild/stupid, mostly Der. He's usually the one that calms Iz down, especially when their parents aren't around

- Interested in becoming King of the Monsters and maybe terraforming the Earth, having no interest in destroying their only home, but is waiting for the perfect time to strike. Is also lowkey kinda scared of Godzilla but hahaha, as if he'll ever admit it

Izquerda

- Name is Spanish for Left

- Head that takes after Rodan more

- Curious if cautious, wants to explore but is paranoid, knows very well that in any moment, they might die because of their parentage. Thinks everything and everyone is out to get them. Is rather trigger happy because of it but luckily, he only fires really, really close warning shots

- The incident where his horn got broken made it worse, especially as his horn is growing back slower than normal. Really adamantly refuses to say how his horn got busted

- Feels safer and calmer when around family and friend. Lepittra is the only outsider he trusts. He's calm around his brothers but if they're both beheaded or if he's the only conscious head, he'd start becoming erratic and get closer to a breakdown.

- Is more cheerful and calm when not being scared. Chatty too, only shuts up when he gets scared and paranoid again. Also shown to be focused and a quick-learner when not panicking.

- The mediator between Der and Cen's arguments, as Der only encourages fights between Cen and Iz and Cen doesn't intervene immediately. . . But that is if Iz isn't arguing with them too. Then Leppitra is called in. And butts their heads together

- Distrustful towards humans. Has seen what they can do and speculated on what they are capable of but isn't stupid enough to kill. Only warning shots. Not destructive but will still participate if Cen is on board

- Kinda interested in becoming King of the Monsters? He knows it's their birthright or whatever but he's definitely scared of Godzilla. More interested in terraforming the planet, though but well, he can't if he's not king of the monsters so "Ugh, fine!"

#godzilla #godzilla king of monsters #mothra #king ghidorah #rodan #fankid #fankids #did i do this right? #might also revamp some old transformers fankids #because I miss drawing robots #but for now #have kaijus

[toomanywizardeyes]

Big gay and Smol gay answer ask memes.

Crayola Crayon asks

Macaroni and cheese: what makes you think of your childhood?

Big Gay: Legit, carebears also Every snowflakes different by MCR

Smol Gay: Wendy's Frostys, blues clues

Spring Green: how do you relax when stressed?

Big Gay: crying? While watching YouTube? (I don't get to cry)

Smol Gay: I regress. (Oof)

Asperigus: unpopular opinion?

Big: water isn't wet (water is wet)

Smol: billdipbilldipbilldipbilldip. Pines twins are gay.

Bittersweet: has one you love ever hurt you?

Big: every day

Smol: yes. Physically and emotionally.

Eggplant: explain your url and avatar.

Big: yes.just, it explains me. Roman helps me with Dysphoria, and I'm a Thot for prehiatus FOB

Smol: Big gay made mine. I'm a Thot for gravity falls. Also punk! And I love Logan (Logan is daddy)

Outer space: do you ever feel like an outcast?

Big: always.

Smol: all the time

Cotton candy: what is your favorite dessert

Big: deep fried oreos

Smol: I don't know *thinking music* ice cream, I guess...... ITALIAN SHAVED ICE

Frekle: any marks?

Big: I have this thing on my nose that @mrottobotto also has in the same spot (who?) Ummm. I also have a scar on my forehead

Smol: I have a bunch of veins on my armpit/back, it's chill. I have three cigarette burns all on the same arm.

Shocking pink: any traits that aren't expected from you?

Big: you are smol as heck

Smol: yeah, being an age regressor

Robin's egg blue: what animal would you be?

Big: I'd be an owl.

Smol: I'd be a Griffin so I can fly anf be a cat. At the same. Time.

Granny Smith apple: what is something uncommon that you like?

Big: *shrugs*

Smol: I don't know

Dandelion: what's a pet peeve of yours?

Big: when people complain about every little thing

Smol: not turning the lights off when you leave the room *very angry rant*

Atomic tangerine: what gets you motivated to do a difficult task?

Big: competition. Trying to do it better than everyone.

Smol: my mom might kick me out

Whisteria: what's your favorite thing about yourself?

Big: Imma thicc boi

Smol: I am the smol gay!!

Candy apple: how do you think others view you?

Big: this boi??? What?

Smol: dense prolly, or a dicc

Plum: are you insecure about anything?

Big: is that a question?

Smol: yes.

Sky blue: where do you feel most at home?

Big: the church I stayed at for a week at the beginning of summer. In another state.

Smol: at my grandma's

*blep fight intermission*

Tickle me pink? How do you try to cheer others up when they're sad?

Big: *thinks of blep fight* Memes

Smol: I try, if I fail, then go fuck yourself, idk.

Wild strawberry: do you care about how others see you?

Big: nope.

Smol: yes and no.

Glossy grape: recommend something.

Big: Ricky Montgomery. Might be gay, only has one album. It's a bop. It needs more love

Smol: macdoesit, You. *thinks* blue's clues maybe. Gravity falls, Steven Universe. And OOSWALD THE OCTOPUS

World wide web yellow: what was the last thing you looked up?

Big: I'm not sharing that. I'm not legally obligated, there are children here.

Smol: what's demiflux?

Shadow blue: do you have a darker side.

Big: yeah, but I'm too nice to let it out

Smol: yes. You remember that time I showed my mom bdsm? She got educated on that day.

Electric Lime: what genre of music do you listen to?

Big: musicals, that gay shit. Y'know the usual

Smol: alternative, punk, pop punk.

Night owl: describe an interesting dream, you had

Big: sex class. Oral exam. I don't want to talk about it.

Smol: I had a wedding and the m&m guys are there

Corn flower: what do you think about the most?

Big: I imagine my life when I'm graduated and jobbed up. Me and my 3 S/Os in our live.

Smol: death, my friends and the big gay. Also what I'm gonna do when I move out.

We are cutting this short 3 more

Periwinkle: what's something ordinary that has meaning?

Big: have you seen my pride blanket? It's a nice, it's a fluffy

Smol: my teddy

Fuzzy duckling yellow: is there something from your childhood you haven't outgrown?

Big: dress up games

Smol: teddy

Mystic maroon: what confuses you and why?

Smol: life 'nuff said

Thank to smol gay @cjcipher666 @smolbeanjack23 (same person)