#Electrical Association of New York

[writingwithcolor]

Black woman’s skin turns blue from powers; is this whitewashing/erasure?

Anonymous asked:

I have a character in a comic I'm hoping to write one day. She's a light skinned black woman(she's half white if that helps!) living in New York City during an 80s themed post nuclear apocalypse. The comic's main characters are all rock stars, so a lot of the character design elements revolve around the different rock genres. The character in question is in a glam rock band, so there's lots of bright, saturated, crazy colors involved in her design. The problem I'm having involves this one story beat where she gets mutant superpowers that give her electricity and sound based abilities. Her skin turns cotton candy blue as a result of the mutation. I'm hung up on whether or not this might fall under some kind of skin lightening or white-washing trope since it's a fairly light shade of blue. I designed her mutant look before her human look, so this was well before I'd even figured out what race she was, and I simply thought the shade of blue would compliment both the electricity powers and the fact that her hair is dyed pink. Is there a way I could still make this work? Or am I worrying about nothing?

Ideally, it would be nice to keep her brown skin tone. There’s a common comic and supernatural trend where Black people’s skin is covered up by a suit or Black-coded characters are an unnatural color (blue, green, purple, etc).

This is more of an issue when: 

There are no other Black characters of those identities besides the covered up/ ones with unnatural skin colors.

The creator adds this change to make them "special" because they do not believe Black characters, with features commonly associated with Black people like dark hair, skin and eyes, are acceptable enough for the character to stand on their own.

The supernatural special Black people are treated well by the story. The "non-special" Black people have unhappy stories and misfortune.

Other races of characters do not get their skin covered up or changed. Only the Black ones and/or BIPOC in general.

I think a quick fix for this would be for her skin to turn blue when she’s actively using her powers, at random, or other specific times, besides constantly. If she needs to be more consistently “mutant looking” Are there other ways she could change without her skin color changing or changing completely?

People with glitter on skin, light surrounding their face, and blue braids. Images from pexels.

More ideas that keep her skin brown

Hair

Her hair color changes blue or your color of choice (which could include body hair too, which would give her a more “otherworldly” appearance).

Note: If her hair is curly or natural, please keep it so! At least, the powers shouldn't change it straight.

Eyes

Her eyes glowing brighter or colorfully during power-use.

Note: If they're usually brown, they could stay brown when powers not in use, like Marvel's Storm in some versions.

Storm by Marvel Entertainment//20th Century Studios.

Skin and body

Blue patterns appear on her skin.

Blue glow or sheen to her skin without fully changing the color.

Her skin projects color and light.

New growths or changes to body, such as ear shape, wings, etc.

No matter what you decide, please make clear in your tale that she’s a Black mixed race woman. And have fun!

More reading:

How Special is Too Special? The Politics and Characterization of Stacking Special/Abnormal Traits on Mixed Race Characters

~Colette

[afeelgoodblog]

The Best News of Last Week - November 28, 2023

🐑 - Why did Fiona the sheep become a mountaineer? She was tired of the "baa-d" jokes at sea level!

1. Pope Francis dines with transgender women for Vatican luncheon

Pope Francis hosted a group of transgender women — many of whom are sex workers or migrants from Latin America — to a Vatican luncheon for the Catholic Church's "World Day of the Poor" last week.

The pontiff and the transgender women have formed a close relationship since the pope came to their aid during the COVID-19 pandemic, when they were unable to work. Now, they meet monthly for VIP visits with the pope and receive medicine, money and shampoo any day, according to The Associated Press.

2. New York just installed its first offshore wind turbine

The first wind turbine installation at South Fork Wind, New York State’s first offshore wind farm, is complete.

The 130-megawatt (MW) South Fork Wind will be the US’s first completed utility-scale wind farm in federal waters.

3. Anonymous businessman donates $800k to struggling food bank

But this Thanksgiving, a longtime prayer of food bank leaders was finally answered: an anonymous benefactor donated the full $800,000 they needed to move out of a facility they've long outgrown. That benefactor, however, preferred to stay anonymous.

"Very private company, really don't want attention," said Debbie Christian, executive director of the Auburn Food Bank. "It's a goodhearted person that just wants to see the work here continue, wants to see it expand."

4. Empowering woman saving hopes and mental health of suffering Ukrainian kids

Kenza Hadij-Brahim is at the forefront of promoting Circle of Toys

Hadj-Brahim is helping to launch the Circle of Toys initiative. A project that provides Ukrainian children in need of some normality with preloved toys. This new initiative connects people with old toys they might otherwise throw away, with Ukrainian families in need who want to provide some comfort to their children in this distressing time.

Find Refuge said : “The endeavour is driven by a sincere purpose: spark joy, foster play, and bring a hint of normalcy back to the young lives in Ukraine.”

5. TWO LOST CITIES HIDDEN FOR CENTURIES WERE JUST DISCOVERED IN BOLIVIA

Researchers have found these areas not only housed structures and pyramids but it has been uncovered that there were advanced irrigation systems, earthworks, large towns, causeways, and canals that cover miles.

Dr. Heiko Prümers from the German Archaeological Institute, who was also involved in the study comments that “this indicated a relatively dense settlement in pre-Hispanic times. Our goal was to conduct basic research and trace the settlements and life there. The research sheds light on the sheer magnitude and magnificence of the civic-ceremonial centers found buried in the forest”.

6. Sheep dubbed Fiona rescued from cliff in Scotland where she was stuck for more than 2 years

And at last, some positive climate news:

7. Three positive climate developments

Heating

When the Paris Agreement was adopted, the global reliance on fossil fuels placed the world on a path towards a 3.5C rise in temperature by 2100. Eight years on, country commitments to reduce their carbon footprints have pulled that down slightly, putting the world on a path for a 2.5C to 2.9C by the end of the century.

Peak emissions

Annual greenhouse gas emissions responsible for climate change have risen roughly nine percent since COP21, according to UN data. But the rate of the increase has slowed significantly. Recent estimates by the Climate Analytics institute find global emissions could peak by 2024

Rising renewables

Three technologies—solar, wind and electric vehicles—are largely behind the improved global warming estimates since 2015.

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[intotheelliwoods]

The "Hey Ell what on earth did you do to the Huggy Leos™?" Masterpost

There has been a lot of people confused on what exactly had happened the past few updates, so here I am creating a big post that should explain everything that went down!

This will also be added to the main masterpost to help new readers!

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First, how to tell the difference between the Leo's 101.

Let it also be known that in the mindscape, Big Leo has both normal arms, Medium Leo has his robot arm.

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Explanation of the plot, click the links to see their associated comics that showed this:

The Foot existing outside of New York got wind of the key currently being there. Past iterations usually have the clan existing in many other parts of the world, it would not be a stretch for Rise to have the same scenario. Since for example, there are multiple Hidden Cities across the world.

The team made a plan to lure them away from New York by using a fake key.

Raph was an unexpected casualty during the mission.

Out of panic, Big Leo tried to see if he could destroy the key without himself going with it. This is because Raph was also the first to go in his timeline, his actions were out of fear. His plans didnt go very well.

With the key destroyed and Big Leos energy how harnessed by the strange entity, it escaped its box and spread the world. This caused apocalypse 2 electric boogaloo. In my head I have ideas for what this apocalypse was like, however I dont know how or when it can make it to comic form.

Mikey sent Medium Leo back in time to try again. With their timeline now also basically hopeless.

Medium Leo was now sent though the same portal Big Leo once came from in his time. Big Leo is not there because he does not really exist anymore. The events of the movie happened, just add in Little Leo losing his arm in the brief moment he was in the prison dimension, and add a Medium Leo coming out of the portal along with the Little Leo of this timeline.

I promise this timeline is safe! Everything after this plot development is nothing but healing for the characters and finding a way to safe the timeline.

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Misc:

Way more information such as Goop guy backstory is in a later intermission on the masterpost :)

Why was a new villian created for the second apocalypse?

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Friendly reminder that you are free to stop reading after this comic if you are not a fan of the development. That comic was my original planned ending after all before I got swarmed by other ideas I wanted to experiment with

[noirleo]

confessions pt. 2

(bayverse & reader are all adults <3)

leonardo

leonardo has saved the city of new york—and the world, by association, because what kind of world would be left without his precious city—twice before even entering adulthood. since the age of fifteen he’s saved countless lives and can tell stories that would leave even the most seasoned police officers lying awake at night.

nothing in his repertoire of harrowing life experiences has prepared him for the gut-wrenching experience of catching feelings for his best friend.

leo had been the last of the brothers to trust you after mikey had cheerily, thoughtlessly, brought you unannounced to the lair one night. his decision had led to several hours in the hashi after you’d left, but leo couldn’t stop you from coming back. eventually, reluctant trust transformed into a friendship, easygoing and natural in a way that he didn’t know friendships could be.

when you first met leo, he could count everything he cared about in the world on one hand—his family, his training, and his city, in that order. the world he lived in was small, but it was his. his to understand, to care for and protect. he would never have dreamed of describing himself as lonely until meeting you. how infuriating, then, was your insistence on worming your way into that shadow-hidden world, cracking it wide open and exposing that loneliness to the sunlight of your smile.

so here he was, laying on the floor of his own bedroom, hugging a pillow while you painted gentle brush strokes across his shell.

you’d been begging him to let you paint his shell for ages, promising not to listening to any of mikey’s explicit suggestions of what to paint. after years of experience telling his brother’s ‘no’, he’d thought he was immune to pouting.

evidently not.

“you still awake?” you paused for a moment, looking up from your work to check on him, and received a muffled hum in response from where leo’s face was buried into the crook of his elbow. you were kneeling at his side, one hand on his shell to support your weight as you focused on the task at hand.

for the first several minutes, his entire body had been tensed up. leo was never more aware of his hulking size and strength than when he was next to you. however, he had quickly melted into your touch, hypnotized by the swirling brush strokes and comfortable silence in the room.

how long had he been laying here? seconds, hours, years—leo had no idea, and he didn’t care. nirvana was definitely a real thing, he decided, and he’d found it under your gentle touch against his shell.

“alright, i’m finished,” your voice broke through his thoughts and he lifted his head to look at you. paint bottles and cups of water surrounded where you were kneeling at his side, and were all being whisked away to the side.

“wait, wait, wait, don’t move yet—it still has to dry,” you urged him as he began to lift himself up on his elbows. he huffed in response, letting his face hit the pillow he had been laying on unceremoniously, and side-eyed you.

“i didn’t realize this would be an all-day event, or i would have brought some entertainment,” he mumbled dryly. you laid on the ground next to him, arms folded under the back of your head, and looked over to grin at him. he tried to ignore the crackle of electricity under his skin as your arm grazed his, your faces just inches away from each other.

“i’m pretty sure i’m all the entertainment you need, actually,” you replied cheekily, making him smile and roll his eyes.

his gaze lingered on you just a moment too long. it had taken him ages to slow down his racing heartbeat when you had first begun, and now it threatened to beat out of his chest again as he listened to you begin to delve into your creative thought process, careful not to give away all of the details of your work before he could see it for himself. he watched the corners of your eyes crinkle, the furrow of your brow and the way your fingers traced the air as you always did when you started talking about the things you love. where leo was collected and calculated, you were animated and colorful. all of the best parts of being alive begin and end behind your eyes, he thought to himself.

“i think it should be good now,” you decided, leaning up on one elbow to gingerly touch the paint on his shell before nodding, a look of excitement and nervousness crossing your face as you crouched down and extended your hands. “wanna take a look?”

he accepted, taking your small hands in his, rose to his feet and walked over to the mirror propped up against the wall.

leo stood in awe of the swirl of colors painted across the back of his shell. a city skyline in shades of blues and purples was splashed against a dark sky, and he could make out four small figures standing side by side on a rooftop in familiar colors.

“it’s new york,” he breathed, eyebrow ridges raised as he craned his neck, trying to see it more clearly in the mirror.

“you like it?” you asked in a hopeful voice, swaying in place as one hand tapped your cheek in anticipation.

“it’s fine,” he said finally, earning a smack on his bicep from you. he turned to you, grinning ear to ear. “it’s amazing. you’re amazing. the guys are gonna be so jealous.”

he turned down to look at you, towering over you as you beamed that sunshine smile at the praise. amused, he noticed a splatter of bright blue on your cheek and gently wiped it away with his thumb. had he imagined the scarlet blush of your cheeks as you turned your eyes away from him?

did it matter?

“c’mon, i wanna go show the others,” you decided, turning past him towards his bedroom door. without thinking, his hand shot out of its own volition to grab yours. you froze at the large hand gently holding your wrist, rooting you to the spot.

“wait, just…wait,” leo rasped, immediately ashamed at the edge of desperation creeping into his voice. you turned to face him, brow furrowed slightly in curiosity. that familiar stinging that he felt every time you left the lair bubbled up in his chest. he didn’t want to go back to the others and have to see them crowd around you, begging you to do the same for them. for once, just once, he wanted a moment that he didn’t have to share with his brothers. he wanted something to just be his.

he wanted that something to be you.

he wasn’t thinking properly, he knew it, but he never really was thinking clearly around you.

you began to ask if he was okay, your lips forming around the words, but never made it to the end of the sentence as his hands reached up to your face, cradling you in his hands. your eyes widened a little at the touch, but you made no effort to pull away.

“leo?”

the sound of his name rolled off of your tongue so easily, so effortlessly breaking down his usual barriers of self discipline that dictated his every waking moment, and finally he released himself to his impulses as he leaned down to kiss you.

you tensed up in surprise the moment his lips touched yours, and he pulled away as quickly as it began. his fearful thoughts began to race, screaming at him for being so selfish. the one friend he’d ever made for himself, and he’d ruined it.

“i—shit, i’m sorry. i don’t know why i…”

his regretful rambling was stopped midsentence by your hand on his plastron, his chest heaving as your gaze followed a trail from his eyes to his lips.

“leo. shut up.”

it was his turn to be surprised as you stood on your toes, pressing your lips against his.

he poured all of his feelings, the long months of pining and languishing over his certainly-unrequited feelings into the kiss, grabbing you by the waist with one arm and moving the other to quietly shut the door again.

the others could wait a little longer.

[uwmspeccoll]

A Pigeon-fluencer Feathursday

This week’s post was inspired by a recent Guardian article on the rise of Pigeon-influencers on TikTok and their role in reviving the popularity of the oft-derided and underestimated birds.  

Throughout history, pigeons have provided sustenance (“squab”), labor (in the form of the “pigeon post”), and companionship to human populations. Though these days we may typically associate the Rock Pigeon (Columba livia, otherwise known as the common pigeon) with other animals classified as “pests” in urban landscapes, they are in fact understood to be the world's oldest domesticated bird. Historical documentation of pigeons can be found in hieroglyphic texts and art dating back as far as ancient Egypt and Mesopotamia. According to Colin Jerolmack, professor of Sociology and Environmental Studies at NYU and author of The Global Pigeon, pigeons “have been in cities as long as we’ve had cities” and, prior to the technological innovation of the telegram, were “the most reliable messaging system in the world”. While “fancy” pigeons (like Frillbacks, English Magpies, Jacobin, and Archangel pigeons) were bred and kept as prized pets in the Victorian era, the North American Passenger Pigeon (or “wild pigeon”) was hunted to the point of extinction in the early 20th century.

To illustrate the complexity of our love-hate relationship with the birds we've selected a variety of illustrations and text from our collection and featured them alongside some images from outside sources.

The engravings in images #2 & #8 from The Illustrated Natural History: Birds (London: George Routledge & Sons) were created by the Brothers Dalziel, a wood engraving shop in Victorian London founded in 1839 and operated by George and Edward Dalziel. Image #1 from Birds of America; Fifty Selections (with commentaries by Roger Tory Peterson) (New York: Macmillan) is a reproduction of a hand-colored lithograph produced by the shop of J. T. Bowen of Philadelphia from a painting by naturalist and artist John James Audubon in the early 19th century.

--Ana, Special Collections Graduate Intern

Other image sources:

#3: Western Crowned Pigeon (Goura cristata) in TMII Birdpark - Western crowned pigeon - Wikipedia

#4: Keyla Rose with Tony, her pigeon, on a walk in New York. Photograph: Alaina Demopoulos/The Guardian. August 23, 2024.

#5-6: from City Creatures: Animal Encounters in the Chicago Wilderness Pigeons (poem) by Chicago-based Puerto Rican poet and community activist David Hernandez, DH+BH (image of tattoo) by Camilo Cumpian.

#7: Ceiling Fragment Depicting Pigeons in Flight | New Kingdom | The Metropolitan Museum of Art (metmuseum.org) (ca. 1390–1352 B.C.)

#9: a Memorial to the extinct Passenger Pigeon at Wyalusing State Park in Wisconsin (1947)

#10: from Nikola Tesla's Obsession with Pigeons, Electricity, and a Plan to Wirelessly Connect the World (nautil.us)

[amidst-wonderland]

ELIZABETH LANCE-WAYNE

REAL NAME : elizabeth lance-wayne FACE-CLAIM : olivia cooke MAIN ALIAS : siren OTHER ALIASES : starling ⭑ batgirl ⭑ black canary ⭑ crow ⭑ molly malone KEY RELATIVES : bruce wayne (father) ⭑ dinah lance (mother) ⭑ damian wayne, (half-brother) ⭑ olive west-wayne (daughter) ⭑ ronan west-wayne (son) AFFILIATION : batman family ⭑ justice league ⭑ birds of prey ⭑ teen titans ⭑ suicide squad ⭑ flash family ⭑ team arrow ⭑ wayne enterprises BASE OF OPERATIONS : gotham city ⭑ keystone ⭑ star city ⭑ new york city

ORIGIN & LIVING STATUS

ALIGNMENT : hero LIVING STATUS : alive, formerly deceased PLACE OF BIRTH : gotham city UNIVERSE : prime earth IDENTITY : secret CITIZENSHIP : american MARITAL STATUS : separated, it's complicated. OCCUPATION : wedding planner ⭑ socialite (former) ORIGIN : hereditary metagene obtained from mother, black canary. took on protégé role of starling as a child. CAUSE OF DEATH(S) one | killed by the joker after being stabbed with an electric rod during an arkham aslyum surveillance mission with robin and kid flash in an attempt to blow the island sky-high. two | shot by royal flush gang's queen during 'task force x' operation three | impaled by zoom in an act of revenge against flash iii four | beaten to death by 'death metal' alternative, screech in attempt to protect her children

SKILLS & ABILITIES

expert detective master martial artist and hand-to-hand combatant ultra-sonic scream (canary cry) enhanced strength and speed expert strategist, tactician and field commander trained gymnast espionage utilises high-tech equipment and weapons, such as her element adaptive mono-wire proficient archer sound immunity

RELATIONSHIPS / ASSOCIATIONS

marriage | wally west long-term | roy harper fling | adian cobblepot ⭑ joseph wilson

heroes | bruce wayne ⭑ dinah lance ⭑ wally west ⭑ zatanna zatara ⭑ barbara gordon ⭑ dick grayson ⭑ roy harper ⭑ donna troy ⭑ jason todd ⭑ tim drake ⭑ stephanie brown ⭑ cassandra cain ⭑ renee montoya villains | harley quinn ⭑ magpie ⭑ cupid ⭑ rainbow raider ⭑ royal flush gang ⭑ screech ⭑ mad hatter ⭑ catwoman ⭑ hazard ⭑ poison ivy ⭑ killer frost ⭑ joker ⭑ punchline ⭑ court of owls

MISC.

elizabeth was the batgirl to jason's robin and is arguably the closest with him, post resurrection.

after being stripped of her cowl again by bruce, elizabeth winds up babysitting 'task force x' with long-time friend, roy harper and dawning a new short-term alias, crow. the two find comfort in each-other within the band of belligerent criminals as ex-titans, roy after his split with jade and elizabeth longing for a love she doesn't even know she's forgotten.

she’s viewed as an almost modern day ‘daisy buchanan’ type figure in gotham for better or worse

elizabeth's wayne!persona feeds into the catty high-school popular girl, a little ditzy but applying where it counts. she's no valedictorian but fronting the cheer squad and the debate team whilst earning herself prom queen is no small feat (think torrance shipman) but unfortunately for her date and half the school's male populous, she's head-over-heels for nobody but keystone's cocky redhead with a heart of gold. post-gotham academy, she becomes a hilton-type party girl which doesn't go down well with wally.

even after their separation (in name only, these two would literally die for each-other) wally is still persistent that she keeps her flash button-pin on her person at all times, just in case. even after a fight, yet another break or just a storm-out he'll always be there when she needs him and he knows she's stubborn enough to only press it when she really needs him.

liz was a pretty taken aback by wally's reappearance. learning of a life she once had, the children she'd forgotten and unlike everyone else that accepted wally back almost immediately, liz was a little slower, much to wally's impatience.

she covers for her mother as black canary during league outings whilst dinah is on maternity leave, even keeping with the mantle when teaming up with wally when he returns to the flash role.

dinah and bruce were only briefly together, bruce hadn't even begun his career as batman and dinah was working part-time as a florist and club singer.

liz and dick are the same age.

all three of her costumes incorporate led lining, more-so her time as batgirl with the cowl, her batgirl colour-coding was black and sheer white, whilst starling had an ombre rainbow lining - similar to the bird and siren taking on both aspects with the black and white costume and rainbow led lights.

KEY ARCS / MOMENTS / STORYLINE

MATCHES (UNDER THE RED HOOD PREQUEL)

central characters | elizabeth lance-wayne (molly malone) ⭑ jason todd ⭑ tim drake ⭑ cassandra cain ⭑ selina kyle ⭑ adian cobblepot ⭑ oswald cobblepot ⭑ edward nygma ⭑ carmine falcone ⭑ dick grayson ⭑ barbara gordon

whilst batman is off-world with the justice league, the rest of his team have been tasked to protect gotham so newly returned elizabeth gets a whiff of a developing human trafficking ring, she swiftly adopts the 'molly malone' persona in order to infiltrate their operations and put a stop to it. however, she's met with some resistance from the city's newest mob-boss, the red hood.

notable beats

one | this is elizabeth's first solo operation in gotham since the batgirl mantle was taken from her and since she married childhood sweetheart wally west, who is currently off-world with bruce. two | selina helping elizabeth get into the spoilt mafia brat image with hair as big as her tits, heels as fake as her lips and leopard print dress peaking above her ass. during this, cass watches on at the pseduo-mother / daughter moment, longing back to her own childhood. three | seducing oswald cobblepot's absolute meathead unit of a son, adian as malone's guard-dog boyfriend after 'spontaneously' meeting in gotham's 'my alibi' strip club with the promise of opening a brothel (refuge for victims), playing on his sycophantic eagerness to get impress / out-do his own father, mirroring elizabeth's own ambition. four | red hood interrupting her first meeting with the gotham rogues, removing their attention from her, to him. jason identifies liz immediately, being aware of the 'malone' schtick from bruce but decides to toy with her game-plan just to tick her off. five | jason overhears an argument between tim and liz ordering him and cass to back-off the op, he decides to stir the pot by ambushing the boy-wonder. six | elizabeth returns to her and wally's shared penthouse only to be confronted with the red hood confirming her identity as a wayne and poking at her marriage, "does west know you're hanging off penguin jr?" taunting her to press the alarm, knowing bruce and the scarlet-speeder would return seeing the mess she's made of the op, jason offers her a hand.

ROYAL ROULETTE (THE SUICIDE SQUAD) - breakdown to be added

below is just some fun i had after seeing the suicide squad, enjoy!

SNIPPET

“Joining you, Dubois will be two classified and undercover operatives with decades of field experience between them, though you may find their methods in comparison to your active teammates are rather passive.” Amanda Waller drags out as she walks the marksman through the bleak halls of the prison. “Both parties are, like you doing this with a certain level of willingness, but again like you, they have their own rather elusive baggage.”    Dubois continued to follow the woman into her office before being shown some very familiar inmates, one blond and the other ginger, who’d been a real pain in his-    “Arsenal. Speedy and Red Arrow all known aliases of former Green Arrow protégé, Roy Harper. I know you’re aware of Mr. Harper’s craft, but you may relax. He is your covert second-wave operative on this mission.”    “Does he know that?”    “He’s been warned, whether or not he wishes to push my buttons is entirely up to him.”    “Blondie here, is your problem.”    “That’s not Quinn, is it?”    “Far from, this is Siren. Meta-human.”    “Christ.”    “That’s a moot point a third of your team are meta-humans, but this one, used to be Batgirl.”    “Fuck off.”    “Watch that tongue.”    “I thought the Bats were good guys.”    “Yeah, well some of them have tendencies, including this one.”    “What’s she do?”    “Classified.”    “How’d you get her to agree?”    “Classified.”    “Does the Batman know?”    “He knows his daughter is doing covert work for me.”    “Ooh, lying to the cape-crusader is-“ Dubois furrowed his brows, “Did you say daughter?”    “That I did. Siren is a meta-human with enhanced strength, equipped with a Canary Cry that can shatter just about any form of glass within a two-mile radius. Her mother is Black Canary, her Step-father? Green Arrow and her husband is the fastest man alive,” Waller tensed, “Dubois, no matter what the circumstances may be, I do suggest that you and your team do not cross this woman, specifically Quinn.”    “What do the Gothamites have history?” he joked, although Waller did not reciprocate.    “You don’t spend five years as Batgirl without a run in with the Clown. Joker killed her brother, paralysed her teammate, and critically injured herself to the brink of death that she spent seven months in the ICU, all to enact a grand idea that involved blowing Arkham Island to bits.”    “What happened?”    “Two metal rods, and fifty-thousand volts. Folks said the scream could be heard from Metropolis.”    “How’s she not dead?”    “Rumour is Kid Flash was able to restart her heart.”    “So Quinn’s a sore-spot?”    “I don’t want them left alone, Siren won’t kill but Quinn would in retaliation, and I don’t want the job of explaining to Flash why his wife’s body was left in some South American jungle because of a psychotic jester who nearly killed her as a teenager.”    “The bomb threat?”    “As far as she's concerned, there isn't one.”    “Why?”    “Guess.” “What about Quinn?” “Quinn’s quick and unpredictable, Siren could be dead before I hit the button. They’ve known each other for a decade - know how to make each other tick therefore it is your job to make sure they don’t."    “You want me to babysit two grown fucking women? If she’s this much of a hassle then what use is she to us?”    “Siren has trained with nothing but the best, she is a skilled, heavy hitting fighter, acrobat, tech genius, can speak four languages fluently – one of which you will need – and can be an excellent diversion when the moment calls for it. Her skill set is vital to the completion of this mission.”    “And yet Quinn?”    “Cannon fodder. She’s got more balls than any other man on your team.”

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Your writing is so amazing! I can’t get enough!

Could u maybe write one with Larissa and normie!r who dated when she was a student in Nevermore and the relationship did not end well because of a misunderstanding. R went abroad and then comes back years later to help their godchild who is an outcast settle into Nevermore because the parents couldn’t. R and Larissa are shocked to see each other and Larissa thinks that the new student is R’s child. Then r clears up the confusion and they start getting close and try again. Thx!

Thank you so much! I hope this one lives up to expectation.

“Are you sure about this?”

You looked down into the big eyes of your godson. You gently ruffled his hair, waiting for that familiar self conscious grin.

“Don’t worry, kid. I got you. You and me forever, right?” You held out your pinkie to him.

He wrapped his own pinkie around it, that smile spreading over his face.

“Right.”

You pushed open the door to Nevermore, ignoring the wave of memories threatening to overwhelm you. It still smelt the same, the air full of the electricity you associated with her. You shook your head. There was no chance she was here, even if you felt as if she was around every corner.

“Dad said you went here,” your godson said, leading you up the stairs.

“Not quite, kid.” You chuckled, “I’m too normal for a place like this. No superpowers here. I just grew up in town and had some friends here. Like your dad. Only someone special could have brought me back.”

“But you know your way around?” he asked, “or can I give you a tour? I’m getting really good at tours.” He would have to be if he wanted to run one of the ghost tours in York. It was his dream job. Probably because it was what you were doing with your life. There was a reason he was your favourite kid.

“Maybe later, bud. Let’s get you unpacked first.”

His roommate had yet to show up, leaving the room eerily empty. His twin bed was unmade and there were cardboard boxes sitting on top of the mattress. His trunk sat at the end of the bed, clothes spilling out in a tangle. Opening up the first box you found a jumble of random possessions. You sighed.

“Kid, I have never met anyone as disorganised as you,” you said, shaking your head.

“Organisation is a waste of time in a universe so full of chaos,” he said. It was the exact thing his father said every time you complained about his office.

“An interesting outlook on life.”

You froze. No. No. You had to be hearing things, your imagination conjuring the familiar voice after being overwhelmed with memories. She couldn’t be here. She couldn’t.

“You must be Mr Gibberthon’s mother.”

You turned, internally cringing. Standing in the doorway, a wide grin on red lips, Larissa Weems was standing, hands clasping in front of her. You watched her eyes widening and her smile faltering. She breathed your name.

“It’s good to see you again, Larissa,” you lied, hoping she wouldn’t see through you. She’d once been so good at doing it. You prayed time had changed that.

“I was unaware you were here,” she said, the mask falling back into place.

“I’m just here to help the kid get settled,” you said, “right bud?”

“That’s okay, isn’t it, Principal Weems?” he asked, turning those puppy dog eyes on her. You hated those eyes. You were so bad at saying no to them.

“Of course it is, Mr Gibberthon,” she replied, turning that smile back on you.

“Principal? Congratulations,” you said.

“Thank you.”

It all felt so stilted, and you were hoping she would leave soon. The air of awkwardness was palpable. You stared, waiting for her to do something.

“Yes, well, I hope you enjoy your time here, Mr Gibberthon. I know your father did,” she said before turning on her heels and striding out.

You let out a long breath, going back to unpacking his boxes. Two sides warred within you. One to stay and help your godson, and the other demanding you flee so you never had to see her again. You would be placing a very irate call to his father once you had a moment alone. He knew exactly how you felt about her.

“You know Principal Weems already?”

You gave your godson a tight smile.

“Remember how I said I had friends here back in the day?” You waited for his answering nod, “she went to school with your dad.”

“You don’t like her?” he asked, sounding so innocent it made your heart ache.

“It’s complicated, kid,” you replied.

You gave him some space once his roommate eventually turned up with his own parents in tow. Taking a slow trip down memory lane, you wandered through the school, finally letting the memories play in your mind. Your first kiss, late nights, that argument. That argument.

“I hadn’t heard that you’d married Xander.”

You turned, unsurprised. She still haunted you, even when a world separated you. Of course she’d find you when you were in the same building.

“That’s because I haven’t,” you replied.

“But your son…” You turned to look up at her. She was looking at you, not bothering to pretend she was looking at the painting you’d been staring at.

“Is not my son,” you said, “he’s my godson.”

“Oh.”

“Although I think Xander will get some amusement out of hearing you thought he was,” you said.

“Oh God.” She pressed a hand over her eyes and you could see the flush on her cheeks. At one point in time you’d loved causing her to blush, now it just caused a sharp pain in your chest.

“I should probably go,” you said, “I sense I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

“No, please, stay. I haven’t seen you in 30 years. I’d love to… catch up,” she said.

“You would?” You couldn’t keep the incredulity from your voice.

“Please, I… I’ve missed you,” she said.

“You’ve missed me?” You knew you were about to be cruel but you couldn’t stop yourself, “really? Because I remember you telling me you never wanted to see me again.”

She reeled back as if you’d slapped her. You squeezed your eyes closed, turning away from her. You couldn’t see the hurt in her eyes. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you did.

“I was hurt. I didn’t mean it.” She sounded as if she was barely in the room, so distant.

“You were hurt?”

You spun, feeling the all the anger and hurt you’d been carrying for all those years about to spill all over her. You hadn’t done this, you hadn’t caused this. You wanted to spend your life with her. She’d been the one to destroy it all.

“Larissa, I heard you. You were asking Gomez to the Rave’N. I was coming to ask you and you were asking someone else. What was I meant to do? You were my girlfriend and you didn’t even want to go to the dance with me. You were hurt? You know nothing about hurt.”

You were breathing heavily and you could feel the pressure behind your eyes letting you know if you didn’t leave now she’d be watching you cry. You could handle a lot, but not that. You hated the hold she still seemed to have over your emotions.

“I never asked Gomez to the Rave’N,” she said, “you broke up with me before I could ask you.”

“What are you talking about? I heard you, Rissa,” you said, not meaning for her nickname to slip out.

“Why would I have asked Gomez when I had you?” she demanded.

“You tell me.”

Your arms were crossed over your chest and you felt as if you were going crazy. You’d heard her, you knew you’d heard her. It had been the end of your fairytale. You were hardly going to forget that.

“Shit.” The colour drained from her face, and you thought she was about to tell you that you were right and she was a piece of shit of a girlfriend.

“Yeah.”

“No, darling, no, you didn’t hear right,” she said, “oh god. Fuck.”

“What do you mean I didn’t hear right?” You were passing right over the pet name you were sure she hadn’t meant to call you. She couldn’t have.

“I wasn’t asking Gomez to the dance. I was practicing on him,” she said, “he was helping me.”

“Why would you need to practice on him?” you asked.

“I wanted it to be perfect,” she said, talking fast as if she had to get it out before you would stop her, “you deserved the best and I wanted it to be romantic. I didn’t know anyone more romantic than Gomez and he walked in on me while I was panicking about it and he offered to help. I was desperate. Because I wanted it to be perfect. The perfect night for the perfect partner. I wanted to give you the world.”

“You… what?” Your head was reeling.

“You heard me practicing on him but the words were meant for you. It was always for you.”

“Oh.”

It was like being punched in the gut, knowing that you were the one at fault. You’d destroyed your relationship over nothing. All the hurt and pain you’d been carrying with you for so many years had been of your own making.

“Please stay,” she said, “please.”

“Okay.”

Which led you to staying in Jericho much longer than you’d originally planned. Four months longer to be specific.

Your weekends with her became the the highlight of your week and sharing a drink on Wednesday night always made your heart beat faster. The way you’d once craved her came back, insistent and impossible to ignore. Not that it had ever really gone away. You’d just become good at pushing it down.

“You’re away with the fairies, darling.”

You looked up from your mug of hot chocolate. The Weathervane hadn’t changed much in the years you’d been gone, and it still had the best hot chocolate you’d ever had. Just another thing you’d missed when living in England.

“Sorry,” you said. She was smiling softly at you and your heart clenched. She was still so beautiful, no one her equal.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“I suppose I’ve just been reminiscing,” you said.

She placed her hand over yours. The touch of her skin against yours had you biting down on your bottom lip. You could still remember how it felt to have that touch on other parts of your body.

“About good things I hope,” she said.

“About you.”

That pretty flush bloomed over her cheeks. It was quickly becoming your favourite thing again. Life had changed the both of you but some things remained the same.

“Do you ever wonder what would have happened if we had gone to the Rave’N together?” she asked.

“Every day,” you replied.

“You know, this year’s Rave’N is next week,” she said, “I don’t suppose you’d agree to a do over?”

“Are you asking me to the dance?” you asked, doing your best to keep your cool.

“I am.”

“I’d love to.”

A bright smile took over her face, and you were sure there was a matching one on your face. Second time’s the charm, right? You thought so.

[doomandgloomfromthetomb]

Joe Henderson Quintet -The Lighthouse, Hermosa Beach, California, June 1977

A recent New York Times profile revealed that the great drummer Jack DeJohnette has retired from the touring life — at 83 years old, Jack has earned it. But retirement means he can dig into his archives, and Jack has struck gold almost immediately.

Hank Shteamer reports: The increased time at home has given DeJohnette time for reflection both musical and personal. Lydia [DeJohnette] and Joan Clancy, the DeJohnettes’ personal assistant, are currently cataloging and organizing his vast sonic archive, containing decades’ worth of unreleased recordings. One tape from this trove is a turbocharged 1966 live set from the storied East Village venue Slugs’ Saloon that features DeJohnette alongside the pianist McCoy Tyner, the saxophonist Joe Henderson and the bassist Henry Grimes. It will come out on Blue Note in November as “Forces of Nature,” a title chosen, he said, “because everybody’s being pulled and pushing each other to the umpteenth level, and it shows.”

Aw yeah, this is just what the doctor ordered ... check out a sample from the show. Great sound quality, phenomenal performance, impeccably Slugs-y vibes.

And then, enjoy a soundboard of Joe Henderson a little over a decade later all the way across the country in Hermosa Beach at another storied venue — The Lighthouse! I was just in Hermosa Beach over the summer and this club is still standing. On the marquee when I was passing by? Boys Of Summer: A Don Henley & Eagles Tribute. Oh baby. But hey, this tape of Joe is great, with the saxophonist's longtime associate George Cables on electric and acoustic piano; check out Joe and George blissfully trading lines on "'Round Midnight."

More bygone Hermosa Beach daze — my buddy Chris has been doing sterling work with his Rat Beach Rags t-shirts, reviving some classic (and long-shuttered) logos from our misbegotten youth: Alternative Groove, Scooter's Records and, most recently, Either-Or Bookstore, a Beat-era holdover that was right up the street from the Lighthouse. I spent endless hours at Either-Or back in the day, flipping through magazines, petting the cat, trying to act cool. Get your Either-Or shirt here.

[ofmighty]

  //   (  melissa barrera  .  cis female  .  she/her  )  .    ⸻  emilia sanchez  ,  a  thirty year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  their whole life  .  the  trailer trash  is  known  for  being  electric  and  combative  and  is  often  associated  with  last call at the bar , bouncing between jobs , and brown hair flowing mid-dance  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  a waitress at dolly’s diner ,   word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  redacted  (  dee  ,  21+  ,  est  ,  she/her  ,  n/a  )  .

hello ! i'm happy to be here, my name's dee. fair warning, i haven't written on tumblr in forever, but i'm looking forward to plotting & introducing you to my two babies.

BASICS:

NAME: Emilia Sanchez

KNOWN AS: Emilia, Mia, Emi

BIRTHDATE:  October 27, 1994

ASTROLOGY:  Scorpio sun / Aries moon / Cancer rising

HOMETOWN: Red Creek, MI

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

HEIGHT:  5'7"

OCCUPATION: Waitress at Dolly's Diner

QUICK FACTS:

born & raised red creek to a single mom and younger half-sister. she's only ever lived in the small trailer she was raised in, at the trailer park in town

her mother had her kids young and wanted to keep the party lifestyle going, so emilia and her sister quickly learned to take care of each other and their mom, rather than the other way around. eventually her mom stopped working, and it fell on the girls to keep their small trailer afloat.

emilia always dreamed of leaving her small town and going to vegas or new york to pursue dance, but there was a loyalty to her little family that kept her tethered there. by the time her mother passed away five years ago, she felt like it was too late in the game for her to go for what she wanted. instead she stayed for her sister, and her sister stayed for her, two girls desperate to leave but also unsure how to do anything but stay.

despite the judgment she's always held for her mother, emilia shares a lot of similar traits with her: inability to hold a job ( her mother because of her drinking, emilia because of her sharp tongue ) , spending most of her nights out late at the local bars, definitely inheriting her self-destructive qualities.

unlike her mother, she had no interest in flimsy relationships built on free drinks and lies. apart from one semi-serious relationship back in the day, she's sworn off having to rely on anyone else to keep herself happy—but she is the kind of person who likes some no-strings fun.

fiercely independent and quite opinionated, she struggles with keeping people in her life for long, but the few she does keep around she's fiercely loyal to.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

a best friend or a couple close friends

that one ex from high school / early 20s that made her swear off relationships for good

ex-colleagues before she quit or was fired from a job, especially people she pissed off in the process

coworkers for the diner

drinking buddies

people she mooches free drinks off of

neighbors at the trailer park

former classmates

cousins

girls she used to take dance classes with

childhood friend she grew apart from

truly anything and everything, i'm all ears for plots !!

[faeriefrolic]

—OCS as OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS

Thank you for the tag @papermint-airplane !!! 💖I will take any opportunity to ramble about my ocs and I haven't done so enough on here dkhjdfk

I'm going to do my soft doll Crystal Leblanc! I'll be posting her save file with her friends eventually because I adore her and she has a lot of lore. Here's her pinterest board btw if you're curious about her!

ANIMAL: Dilute calico scottish fold

COLORS: Yellow, light pink, light green

MONTH: November/December

SONGS: What Was I Made For? - Billie Eilish (THIS IS VERY CRYS CODED), Faerie Court (Under Moon) - CLANN, Femia - Purity Ring, Love Like You - Rebecca Sugar, and Coffee - Beabadooobee

NUMBER: 01

PLANTS: Daisies, forget-me-nots

SMELLS: Cinnamon, sugar, coffee, old books, apples

GEMSTONE: Sunstone (her ship name with Leon), rose quartz

TIME OF DAY: Noon

SEASON: Autumn

PLACES: New York Public Library, Treehouses, Bakeries, Coffee Shops, the grocery store Leon works at (she visits him), Aerolife Factory, Farmers Markets

FOOD: Cinnamon rolls, pumpkin pie, honey bread

DRINKS: Coffee drinks, especially lattes (with cute latte art made by her)

ELEMENT: Electric, air

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: Sagittarius

SEASONINGS: Cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves

SKY: Cloudy but not too dark out

WEATHER: Gentle rain, soft thunder and lightning, crisp cold breeze, the kind you want to stay indoors and read a nice book in

MAGICAL POWER: Restoration magic, electromancy, dreamwalking

WEAPONS: "You want weapons? We’re in a library. Books are the best weapon in the world. This room’s the greatest arsenal we could have. Arm yourself!"

SOCIAL MEDIA: Tumblr and instagram, she has a food blog called Cinnamew

MAKEUP PRODUCT: TooFaced Blush,glitter, lots of concealer to cover her seams

CANDY: Reeses peanut butter cup

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: Flight or faerie rings

ART STYLE: Impressionism

FEAR: Water, sharp objects

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Cait Sith

PIECE OF STATIONARY: Hello Kitty with lots of scented stickers and written in glittery gel pen, along with doodles when her airy mind wandered

THREE EMOJIS: 💛☕✨

CELESTIAL BODY: Moon I tag: @bastardtrait, @simsandgiggles, @getboolpropped, @necile, @bool-prop and anyone else who wants to ramble about their ocs 💖

[awesome-casuallyfamouscollector]

According to a story published by The New York Times, EV drivers in Norway are used to preheating their cars before going out for a drive in freezing temperatures. Lars Godbolt, who’s an adviser of the Norwegian Electric Vehicle Association, said that charging infrastructure has also been improved greatly in the past few years, leading to shorter lines during the winter at charging stations(..)

So do your homework before going out in the freezing cold: charge at home, precondition the battery before fast charging, and even read the manual (crazy, right?) if you have to. And remember, people riding around in horse-drawn carriages used to laugh at motorists in the early days when gasoline had to be bought from the pharmacy in glass jars(..)

P.S. Oops! The problem with the Chicago EV charging nightmare turned out to be simple, it turns out that a lot of people in America are too lazy to read owner's manuals and don't bother with proper car usage practices or maintenance...!!! Wow! Surprise! Surprise...

[beardedmrbean]

Hawaiian officials attributed the cause of catastrophic wildfires to alleged failures from the state's main power utility company and downed power lines this week after Democrats blamed the disaster on global warming.

In a lawsuit filed Thursday, the government of Maui County, Hawaii, alleged Hawaiian Electric Company (HECO) and its subsidiaries failed to properly power down live electrical equipment amid a red flag windstorm earlier this month. Due to this failure, downed power lines operated by the utility company sparked a series of deadly fires on the island, the lawsuit claimed.

"The lawsuit alleges that the Defendants acted negligently by failing to power down their electrical equipment despite a National Weather Service Red Flag Warning on August 7th," Maui County said in a release announcing its lawsuit. 

"The lawsuit further alleges HECO’s energized and downed power lines ignited dry fuel such as grass and brush, causing the fires," the announcement added. "The lawsuit also alleges failure to maintain the system and power grid, which caused the systemic failures starting three different fires on August 8th."

EXPERTS THROW COLD WATER ON DEM CLAIMS THAT HAWAII WILDFIRES CAUSED BY CLIMATE CHANGE

Maui County argued in the lawsuit that HECO has a duty "to properly maintain and repair the electric transmission lines, and other equipment including utility poles associated with their transmission of electricity, and to keep vegetation properly trimmed and maintained so as to prevent contact with overhead power lines and other electric equipment."

However, Democratic lawmakers, a top White House official and Hawaii Gov. Josh Green have all blamed the event, which has claimed the lives of at least 115 people, on human-caused global warming.

ENVIRONMENTALISTS ARE BLOCKING FOREST MANAGEMENT METHODS SAVING ICONIC SEQUOIAS AMID YOSEMITE WILDFIRE

"This is devastating. This is a climate emergency," Sen. Ed Markey, D-Mass., an original sponsor of the Green New Deal, wrote in a post on X on Aug. 10. "I stand in solidarity with my friends and colleagues from Hawai’i — we must act fast, provide aid, and invest in a resilient and safe future."

"Heartbreaking fires in Hawaii! Scientists are clear that climate chaos wreaking havoc on ecosystems everywhere is the new norm," Sen. Jeff Merkley, D-Ore., said in a separate post. "We need to take action immediately or else it will get even worse."

Rep. Ro Khanna, D-Calif., who spearheaded a recent congressional investigation into Big Oil, called on President Biden to declare a "climate emergency" in response to the fires.

"My heart breaks hearing of the devastation in Maui," Rep. Cori Bush, D-Mo., added. "The climate crisis is here and it's killing people. It’s time for [Biden] to declare a climate emergency."

Sen. Dick Durbin, D-Ill., joined in, saying the wildfires were a "devastating view of our planet as we fail to adequately address the climate crisis."

And White House clean energy czar John Podesta called for policies to reduce carbon emissions to fight future natural disasters like the Maui wildfires which he said were "fueled by climate change."

HAWAII WINDS TO LESSEN AS FIREFIGHTERS ATTEMPT TO CONTAIN WILDFIRES; CONDITIONS REMAIN DRY AND BREEZY

"This summer has brought one climate disaster after another, from extreme heat in Arizona and Texas and across the Southeast, to floods in Vermont and upstate New York, to thick smoke from Canadian wildfires," Podesta told reporters on Aug. 16. "And all of us have watched in horror as the Maui fires have claimed over 100 lives — the largest loss of life of a fire in the last 100 years in America."

"To stop these disasters from getting even worse, we have to cut the carbon pollution that’s driving the climate crisis, and that’s what the Inflation Reduction Act is all about," he continued.

Experts, though, have thrown cold water on claims that climate change triggered the Maui fires.  Instead, they said the event was largely a result of years of poor forest and brush management, in addition to declining agriculture. Such conditions, they said, allow fires to spread rapidly and make fires harder to contain. "Blaming this on weather and climate is misleading," said Clay Trauernicht, a University of Hawaii at Manoa professor and environmental management expert. "Hawai'i's fire problem is due to the vast areas of unmanaged, nonnative grasslands from decades of declining agriculture."

"These savannas now cover about a million acres across the main Hawaiian Islands, mostly the legacy of land clearing for plantation agriculture and ranching in the late 1800s/early 1900s," he continued. "The transformation to savanna makes the landscape way more sensitive to bad 'fire weather' — hot, dry, windy conditions. It also means we get huge buildups of fuels during rainy periods."

[scotianostra]

8th February 1928 saw John Logie Baird demonstrate his invention, the television, transmitting from London to New York.

A man and a woman sat before an electric eye in a London laboratory tonight and a group of persons in a darkened cellar in this village outside New York watched them turn their heads and move from side to side.

The images were crude, imperfect, broken, but they were images none the less. Man’s vision had panned the ocean; transatlantic television was a demonstrated reality, and one more great dream of science was on the way to realisation.

The demonstration was made by the Baird Television Development Companyof London, using short-wave radio sets for transmission of the “vision sound” and the televisor invented by John L.Baird – who has also invented an instrument for seeing in the dark – for turning this sound back into vision after its ocean hop.

The transformed vision of the man and woman in the London laboratory came through the ether in the form of a bumblebee’s hum, a musical buzz or irregular cadence representing in sound the lights and shadows of their faces – all that was transmitted in the test.

When the televisor, a black box compact enough to be carried around in a taxi, had done its work with this rhythmic rumble from across the sea the visions gradually built themselves up of tiny oblongs of light suspended in a whirling rectangle of brilliance in the machine’s gaping mouth.

The vision of the woman appeared broken and scattered, but it was still plain that she was a woman and that she was showing first the full face and then the profile.

The demonstration was attended on this end by Captain O.G.Hutchinson, managing director of the Baird Company, who came to this country especially for the purpose; Benjamin Clapp, who has been working on secret tests of the televisor; R.M. Hart, owner of short wave radio station 2CVJ, who has done the receiving of the vision sound; and an Associated Press reporter.

The vision sound was sent across the ocean by short wave radio station 2KZ, of only two kilowatts power.

In the following years he also gave the first demonstration of both colour and stereoscopic television. The basis of which later would form the basis of the technique used by NASA to bring live colour TV pictures from the moon (he continued to be fascinated by colour television, and in the 30s and 40s demonstrated colour pictures that were of outstanding quality

[partial extract from leader in New York Times, February 11th 1928]

…His success deserves to rank with Marconi’s sending of the letter “s” across the Atlantic – the first intelligible signal ever transmitted from shore to shore in the development of transoceanic radio telegraphy. As a communication Marconi’s “s” was negligible; as a milestone in the onwards sweep of radio, of epochal importance. And so it is with Baird’s first successful effort in transatlantic television. .… Whatever may be the future of television, to Baird belongs the success of having been a leader in its early development.

[marvelsfavoriteuncle]

Jarvis tapes on Jason’s life (or at least what the footage tells you) 🎞️

Jason Grayson Underwood was born at twelve-oh-one a.m., April 20th, 1922

at Children's Hospital, San Francisco,

the second child of Fran and Jonathan Underwood. His sister Dolores Marie Underwood only be 5 years old.

On the 16th of June in 1929, Mr & Mrs. Underwood would divorce taking both children their separate ways.

~~~~

August 30th 1943, Howard Stark and his sister Elizabeth Stark would come into the picture, change his life forever.

Meeting both of them during the war, alongside Agent Margaret ‘Peggy’ Carter. Who would later on become his sister in more ways than one.

Eighty-seven days later Jason met James Bucky Barnes and The Howling Commanders, crossing paths on the battle field with Captain America.

~~~~

After the war ended, Jason Underwood went on to work for the SSR. He had the opportunity to work selling watches in Texas and New York, but went on to become an associate of the organization.

Which is where he met Agent Jack Thompson, Daniel Sousa and plenty of others.

However he had another job underneath his belt as him, Edwin Jarvis and Agent Carter were given a job to locate Howard Stark’s stolen items while he hide away.

The whole time, half of the country was after him.

That’s when he would met his sister once again, Dottie Underwood, A Black Widow. As she worked with an scientist and Soviet spies to frame Stark’s items as dangerous as they seemed.

It was complicated.

He was not pleased and made sure his sister was behind bar for her crimes, with working for the wrong side. But she did not care, she never did.

He shot the scientist and spies with the help of the SSR who realized who was responsible for all of this.

They freed Howard and his sister from all charges. Jack Thompson became Chief Executive Officer in New York City.

But they all know Peggy Carter deserves all the credit for the job.

Daniel Sosua was promoted to Chief in California.

~~~~~

In 1947 New York City, Chief Jack Thompson and Agent Peggy Carter of the Strategic Scientific Reserve (SSR) apprehend Soviet spy Dottie Underwood.

Newly appointed Chief Daniel Sousa of the Los Angeles SSR office meets with Detective Andrew Henry, who has discovered a woman's body in a frozen lake during a heat wave.

That’s when Jason Underwood was called from his newly acquired home in Los Angeles for the job, requesting Agent Carter to sign onto the job.

Howard and his Elizabeth Stark were living in Los Angeles as well, making films and creating new inventions for their company.

~~~~

Ten weeks after filming a new movie Howard was creating and working on the case, Jason was driving north one night to his shared studio beach cottage when something highly unusual occurred, something almost magical...

Snow fell in Los Angeles, California. Heavy winds and hail stormed all into one. The car swing over the slippery slope of the bridge as he drove onto the main water, as he tried to pull up.

But failed to get the brakes to work.

The immersion in the frigid water caused Jason's body to go into an anoxic reflex, instantly stopping his breathing and slowing his heartbeat.

Within 2 minutes, Jason Underwood's core temperature had dropped to 87 degrees...

his heart stopped beating.

He was silent underneath the table of water for 7 minutes.

At 11: 55 a bolt of lightning struck the vehicle discharging half a billion volts of electricity and producing 60,000 amperes of current.

Its effect was threefold.

First, the charge defibrillated Jason Undwood's heart.

Second,

He was jolted out of his anoxic state causing him to draw his first breath in 3 minutes.

Third, based on Von Lehman's principle of electron compression in deoxyribonucleic acid, which will be discovered in the year two thousand thirty-five, Jason Underwood will henceforth be immune to the ravages of time...

he will never age another day.

~~~~~

Of course, he didn’t know that would be a harsh yet effective condition until later.

Wrapped in a cold sweat, dizziness and fatigue were the consequences of the accident.

He was in bed for a few days at the house or made to be sat down, as a nurse took his temperature while he helped study the case.

A field of zero matter and Whitney Frost, 2 times Oscar nominee who was a scientist at heart, was behind it. They hoped it wouldn’t be the rest of mission and the caseload conditions that harmed them.

But faith had other plans.

Peggy took the rest, after her painful defeat of almost being impaled by the help,to call Jason’s sister Dottie for undercover work.

It wasn’t the best thing, but worked like a charm. Dottie left getting her cut of the money and ran.

Soon enough, Jason, Peggy and others were up for the challenge to help finish the race in their job. It was a long and difficult process for the entire team but they made it work.

Zero matter was seemingly gone. Whitney Frost was put in prison.

~~~

Weeks went by.

He studied long and hard for weeks, working with Howard, Peggy, Dr. Wilkie Jones and Ana Jarvis on cases. Figure out the answer to the questions they had from their previous research on the mission.

And the effects left behind.

Jason found nothing on his plate of studies onto what happened to him, as the years went by he noticed his friends slowly turning around with age, as he stayed the same.

It wasn’t zero matter or the previous time on trips that harmed him.

It was something else.

Some would see it differently, thinking it as a blessing that he stopped aging, others might’ve called it a curse.

It just depends on who you were talking to.

For Jason, he made the blonde sick to his stomach and want to hide behind closed doors.

As the years passed, Jason credited her unchanging appearance to a combination of a healthy diet, exercise, heredity, and good luck.

He would travel around, change his name and mind. Leave for a couple of weeks every new decade.

It was all to prevent confusion, controversy and added pressure from anyone who might’ve wanted to sent him to a lab to be tested for his status. 

To protect himself and his loved ones…

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Excerpt from this story from the New York Times:

Political and corporate leaders have pledged to reduce planet-warming emissions to net-zero by 2050. But oil companies like Shell are betting that the world will need oil and gas for decades to come. To serve that demand, they are expanding offshore oil and gas drilling into deeper and deeper waters, especially here in the Gulf of Mexico.

Offshore production, oil executives argue, is not only crucial to power cars, trucks and power plants but also better for the planet than drilling on land. That’s because such operations emit far less of the greenhouse gases that are warming the planet than producing the same amount of oil and gas on land, according to industry estimates.

“The world will continue to need oil, by the way, even in 2050,” Wael Sawan, chief executive of Shell, said in a recent interview. “It will have to be lower and lower emissions.”

The greenhouse gas emissions associated with extracting a barrel of oil from the Gulf of Mexico are as much as a third lower than emissions from producing a barrel of oil from fields on U.S. soil, according to a report published last year by the National Ocean Industries Association, an industry group for offshore oil, gas and wind businesses. (Those numbers do not include the emissions created when fossil fuels are burned in engines or power plants, which are much greater than emissions from producing and refining oil and gas.)

Oil production in the Gulf of Mexico fell for several years after the 2010 Deepwater Horizon explosion caused the worst offshore oil spill in U.S. history. But the gulf’s oil output has been rising over the last decade. The renewed interest in offshore production is part of a larger trend: The United States has recently set records for oil production, extracting more crude than any other country.

Booming oil and gas production in the United States has alarmed climate activists and scientists who want the energy industry to pivot more quickly to cleaner fuels and technologies like wind and solar power and electric vehicles.

“We’re not talking about stopping oil production today,” said Brettny Hardy, a senior lawyer in the Oceans Program at Earthjustice, a nonprofit environmental law organization. “But no matter how you look at it, there’s a really dire need to accelerate this shift to clean energy. The things the industry is doing now is not going to help that transition.”

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what was the original inspiration for them? what visuals, aesthetics ect do you associate with either of them? who is easier to draw!

- not sure what the original inspiration but a lot of it is from mr rogers and sesame street! the stories they told and also what went on behind the scenes was very influencing. soul train and electric company were two huge visual inspirations for the show aspect of my film, the rest was inspired by Akira, Lain and a lot of 70s photos of New York pre gentrification, along with space age technology

sorry i'm editing this now because i misread-- visually, with lawrence i associate with colder, more depressing landscapes and more bleak atmospheres (not just bc of his backstory but also his personality), and toni's visual aesthetic to me is obviously more bright and lively, but very grounded and human, like a cityscape .

- toni 100%