#I also saw that you were one of the first to like my punnett square post so consider yourself greatly appreciated

[lilflowerpot]

Hello! :> I've just found this blog after finishing LB, and've been pouring over your lovely posts about Galra biology/ phenotypes (thanks for that one btw, the inexplicable diversity of non-hybrids was always… puzzling), and my inner paleontologist got curious. What do you think the last common ancestor of all Galra might've been like?

I'm assuming the species would've already become obligate bipeds, but still with a reduced tail at this point. Is fur or bare skin their ancestral condition (ie. did Kyx/ Byal evolve their hair from a smoother ancestor, or did Aalk & Dox both disinherit their forebear's fur)?

From what biome did this proto-Galra emigrate (ie. from more resourceful, but competitive jungles -> to less hospitable, but unpopulated deserts... or the reverse)?

Kyx & Byal seem like sister taxa- more closely related to each other than to the other types (presumably only diverged by temporal partitioning?). Aalk & Dox, though both hairless, don't seem as similar... given the Aalk's increased size, loss of the tailed gene, and their unique dermal plating, could they be considered the most 'derived' type? And Dox, perhaps the most 'basal'? All this is making me want to draw a cladogram...

(That could be where the root of some biases about more supposedly 'superior/ advanced' phenotypes stems from...? Human prejudices can often fall along similar lines.)

Sorry for the overly-long ask, but your world is just so thoughtful! Thanks so much for sharing it. :>

((For the sake of both your sanity and mine, I'm going to do my very best to keep my answers focused and in the approximate order that you asked for them!))

All living people share exactly the same set of ancestors before the Identical Ancestors Point, all the way to the very first single-celled organism.[1] However, people will vary widely in how much ancestry and genes they inherit from each ancestor, which will cause them to have very different genotypes and phenotypes. [1] Rohde DL, Olson S, Chang JT (September 2004). "Modelling the recent common ancestry of all living humans". Nature. 431 (7008): 562–6.

My personal thoughts as to the appearance of the galra's last common ancestor is that it was a furred desert-dweller that, yes, must have been an obligate biped—a term which here means, for anyone not in the know, the form of bipedalism (walking on two legs) that is assumed as a habitual means of movement as in the case for humans and kangaroos, rather than being assumed on a temporary basis for specific short-term purpose—and still tailed at the time, though this was likely on its way to being evolved out seeing as it's a rare and recessive trait in the modern day.

Now I might be wrong regarding this next part (because I had to read up on what you meant by "sister taxa" so am low-key learning as we go) but yes, the Byal and Kyx branched from the common node of their desert dwelling ancestor. In their case, temporal partitioning occurred due to their circadian rhythms evolving to mediate the interactions between those galra sharing the sparse desert hunting ground; smaller galra were more successful hunting during the day, owing to their less-noticeable stature and swifter reactions, which lead to the circadian rhythms of larger galra shifting to allow them to hunt at night, when their dominant competitors were less active. Ultimately, this lead to the divergence of their phenotypical traits, with the Byal evolving a thicker coat and better night-vision to help them during their waking hours, while their large ears dispersed heat during the day to prevent heatstroke.

Importantly, the Aalk and Dox are still the same species as the Kyx and Byal (ie. they're all galra), but the two of them branched off from the common node immediately preceding that of the Byal/Kyx divide, though Aalk are indeed the most derived—meaning specialised—type, as their pheotypical traits stand the furthest from those of the proto-galra common ancestor. From their desertous origin, they migrated to Daibazaal's mountainous regions, triggering their fur to change from stand-alone strands to that distinct outer armor of scaled plates (formed of keratin like those of the rhyahl, though structured quite differently) to better protect their inner epidermis from the increased UV exposure risk of their new, high-altitude environment.

Other descendants of this same proto-galra migrated instead into Daibazaal's thick jungles, where they lost their fur altogether to compensate for the drastic increase of humidity, the sebaceous glands that served to oil their fur, emulsify sweat, and delay dehydration in the desert, evolving to instead produce a different compound comprised of two pigments (one red, one orange) that work in tandem to both produce a natural antibiotic and absorb harmful UV rays. This second group found new purpose for their tails as semi-arboreal creatures, and so natural selection maintained this recessive trait most firmly in those who would become Dox. So, no, the Dox are actually equally as "derived" as the Aalk, and of all the phenotypes it's likely the Kyx (despite their loss of the tailed gene) who would be considered the least divergent from their ancestral counterpart, and therefore the most "basal".

The historical prejudices of which phenotypes are considered "superior" came later, when the tribes started to actively war against one another, and those who possessed greater raw physical strength tended to have the advantage, particularly seeing as the majority of Daibazaal's terrain was so barren and so offered very little in the way of a tactical battleground. Notably, this is also where that idea of the Dox being "underhanded" came from: because their home turf //was// so diverse and difficult to navigate (poisonous plants, venomous fauna, sinkholes and swamps and terrain unlike anything the rest of the galra had ever known) they—knowing it would be a loosing battle if they were to war with larger phenotypes head-on—were able to fight tactically.

[bbygirl-aemond]

Hi! I just saw your posts about the hair colors of Targaryen children and now i'm very curious, have you ever done a similar analysis on Ned and Catelyn's children and why 4 out of 5 of them had auburn hair and blue eyes, both being (very) recessive traits? I remember reading somewhere that Rickard and Lyarra Stark were first cousins, both trueborn Starks who bore four long-faced, grey-eyed brunetes, so i think that its safe to say that Ned had BB genes; meanwhile, we don't really know anything about Minisa Whent, but since Cat and both of her siblings were born blue-eyed gingers, they all probably had bb genothypes. So, technically, a Ned/Cat pairing should result in all Bb children, isn't it? How come most of those babes inherited their mother's coloring, then?

ooh yes this is so interesting! so my original post here only talked about one gene, so that i could use mendelian genetics and punnett squares and everything: the gene for the protein eumelanin, which is the pigment that makes brown hair. this let me treat inheritance like it only involved two possible versions of one gene for the trait of hair color, one dominant and one recessive. if you don't meet these requirements, you can't use the punnett square probabilities to predict traits, since inheritance won't be that simplistic.

the pigment that makes hair reddish in color is actually an entirely separate chemical called pheomelanin, which is encoded by more than just two genes (it results from a polymorphic mutation in the original brown hair gene, but there are way more than two types of mutations that count so there are easily like 5+ versions of this gene). as a result, there's no simple dominant or recessive inheritance pattern here to follow the way there is when we're just talking about brown vs blond hair.

but for simplicity's sake, let's denote eumelanin with a B, and pheomelanin with an R. in the absence of either of these genes, hair will be blond. the more B's you have, the browner your hair will be, and the more R's you have, the redder your hair will be. the possibilities aren't either brown or red; it's a spectrum rather than a binary. and remember, each version of the R gene encodes a slightly different intensity and brightness of red hair, so we don't have enough information to even compare two R genes to each other since they'll likely affect hair color very differently.

we know that ned has two copies of the B gene, but we know nothing about if he has any R genes since the two copies of eumelanin will overpower everything else. we know that cat has no B genes because she's a tully, but has at least one copy and likely two copies of the R gene. so their kids will have:

no more than one copy of the B gene

0-2 copies of the R gene

but we know nothing about what types of R genes are involved here. we don't know which specific mutation it is. we don't know if it encodes really faint color or really intense color, and we don't know if it encodes light orange or dark orange. we also don't know how it interacts with the B genes; it won't be 100% dominant or 100% recessive, but we can't determine if it's more 90:10 or 20:80 or what. i will say that given cat's hair color is very much red and not faint in color, and given that ned can only pass down one B gene onto his kids, at the very least i expect every child to have hair that is much redder than their father. something like auburn, lol.

lastly, there are also epigenetic and epitranscriptomic factors that determine how much a gene is expressed. this adds a layer of complexity on top of whether or not the genes are inherited and how strong the genes are in and of themselves. and here, how much the B and R genes are expressed relative to each other will play a big part in where the kids fall on the brown to red hair spectrum.

as for the eye color, it's really not a shocker that the blue eyes would be dominant! i know we think of blue eyes as being encoded by recessive genes, but the inheritance patterns for eye color aren't super black and white. they have a lot to do with where pigment is expressed in the eye, not just how much. for example, both brown eyes and blue eyes have melanin in the back layer of the iris, but only brown eyes have melanin in the front layer.

grey eyes are actually the rarest eye color, even rarer than blue eyes, and they aren't necessarily dominant over blue eyes! they're not gray just because they lack that front layer of pigment, but because they also have higher levels of collagen in a particular part of their iris, causing the light to refract in a specific way. it's a different mechanism than the mechanism for blue eyes entirely, and it's not necessarily dominant. when a grey-eyed parent and a blue-eyed parent have children, they're usually almost all blue-eyed as a result.

tldr: red hair is a completely different and unique pattern of inheritance from brown hair! grey eyes are completely different from blue eyes in the same way. neither of these traits follow mendelian patterns of inheritance, and they also don't fit into neat dominant versus recessive categories, so this isn't a case where we can apply the statistics of things like punnett squares or dominant/recessive genes. it's very difficult to try to support the claim that it would be "unlikely" for ned and cat's kids to turn out this way as a result. hope this helps!

[sxfterhearts]

wounded

24. [7:25 pm]

➳ pairing: yugyeom x reader

➳ genre/warnings: slow burn, fluff, slight bad boy!yugyeom, triggers; mentions of violence, injuries, physical abuse

➳ word count: 2,504 words

➳ summary: 24. “Just because,”

➳ author's note: this will probably turn into a two-shot, inspired by new era yugs. all creds for the gif below to @jinyoungot7​, thank you so much 💖 i’ve been sitting on this idea for a bit too long + rewrote it 3 times (bc my dumb self forgot to hit save) so i really struggled to form the right words. i hope you’ll forgive me for this! any form of feedback will be very much appreciated 💕 (also: imo = aunty)

wounded // scarred // healed

A rush of stiflingly hot summer air pummeled through the double doors of your family’s restaurant, disrupting the once cool atmosphere created by the air-cons. Being reminded of this season’s unforgiving behaviours urged you to lift the straw of your cool drink to your lips.

The sip of iced Americano, however, got stuck in your throat when you laid eyes upon the restaurant’s newest patron.

Yugyeom. Kim Yugyeom, with his untucked shirt and loosened tie, took confident strides across the dining area in the direction of the kitchen window where chefs would place finished dishes, ready to be served. Your brain short-circuited for several moments as you did nothing but watch him from your position behind the cashier. His actions were that of a regular’s as he arrived at the window and stuck his head through the opening in the wall, his hand coming up in a small wave to catch the chefs’ attention.

It was then that you registered, quite belatedly, the bruises and splotches of crimson littered across the back of his raised hand, tarnishing the fair skin.

You distinctly remembered that you saw plasters wrapped around his fingers earlier today when you sat beside him in class. His current wounds made the older ones seem like insignificant paper cuts. It wasn’t unusual for Yugyeom to turn up covered in fresh cuts and purple bruises, though. In fact, you had grown so accustomed to this that you started stocking up on assorted Rilakkuma plasters. Since the start of the semester when you were assigned the furthest desk from the whiteboard, you learned how to disinfect open wounds with saline solution and cover it properly with pastel-coloured dressings, all courtesy of Kim Yugyeom.

“Imo, can I please order takeaway? One bibim naengmyeon and one mul naengmyeon, double serving of pickled radishes, two eggs and extra-”

“Yugyeom-ah!” Your mother’s unmistakeable voice pierced through as her head peeked out of the little window, coming face to face with your desk partner. She addressed him with such a warm and motherly tone, which left you surprised and confused. “Oh, oh dear… It’s best if you take a seat, you can have your dinner here. I’ll pack Mark’s in a takeaway container, don’t you worry.”

“But Imo, I need to get back, Mark-”

“No buts, Yugyeom. I already memorised your orders. Sit down, your food will be ready in a second.”

“Imo, I can’t-” Yugyeom protested weakly, waving his hands in refusal, but you knew it was all for nought. Attempting to deny your mother’s orders were an impossible feat.

A short silence ensued. You guessed this was caused by your mother’s signature death stare. Having been on the receiving end countless times during your lifetime, you were well aware that it could make anyone’s skin rise with goose bumps or a chill to run down their spines.

“Okay, Imo…” Came Yugyeom’s resigned voice as his lanky legs dragged himself over to the vacant seat closest to the kitchen.

You took this as your cue to question your mother in detail about how she became so familiar with your class’ bad boy. Unfortunately, you were met with a curt reminder of the first-aid kit in the cupboard under the counter as she busied herself with blanching the buckwheat noodles. When she was in her element, there was no way to deviate her attention from the task at hand.

Rummaging through the cupboard, you fished out the white box with a red cross stuck on the top of the lid. Taking a few moments to steel your quickening heart rate, you were struck by the realisation that this would be the first time seeing Yugyeom outside of school in the entire five years you spent as classmates. He was a quiet boy, never uttering a single word in school, even when the teachers were asking him questions, landing him a semi-permanent spot in detention. Most days, he would plug one earphone into his ear and rest his head on folded arms, taking frequent naps as the class learned about organic compounds or Punnett squares. He was also handed multiple demerits for breaking the school rules, which ranged from getting into fist fights with seniors who bullied students for their lunch money, or wearing one too many piercings (especially the shiny ones), to refusing to get a haircut when his fringe began to grow past his eyebrows, obscuring his eyes.

The most intimidating aspect about sitting next to Kim Yugyeom, however, was that nearly every week you were forced to come face to face with angry gashes and wounds that he seemingly gained overnight. He always turned a blind eye when you succumbed to your curiosity and inspected his injuries from your seat, mere inches away. Wordlessly, you would clean the damaged skin with practiced hands, then patch it up with a plaster. Rilakkuma, you decided, suited him best. The plasters matched his yellow Rilakkuma earphones. You even caught him occasionally staring at the plasters when you stayed in class during lunch, the only period in which he remained awake.

“Y/N,” Yugyeom called as you drew the seat next to him. He stared at the table, refusing to meet your eyes.

Your ears perked up the moment your name left his lips; you were not used to this. It was a rare occurrence for the two of you to speak. Usually you went about your everyday tasks silently, with little words being exchanged. It was a silence that grew comfortable over the semester, and you found yourself appreciating the peace it brought during stressful times.

Conversations between the two of you had only started up recently. This was largely attributed to your father, who worked front of the house, being ridiculed by your classmate’s parents when they visited the restaurant. They complained about your father’s complete lack of competence when they had to wait forty-five minutes for their food to arrive, only to receive the wrong dishes in the end. Furious, they shoved the plate of food off the table and stormed out of the restaurant, not even bothering to settle the bill. Your father was left to clean up the scraps in front of all the other customers, severely damaging the restaurant’s reputation.

The classmate, a snobby, pampered girl, confronted you in school the next day by rudely pushing your books and stationery onto the floor, just like her parents did. You held back angry, frustrated tears as she ridiculed you and your family in front of all your other classmates, tearing you down to shreds. Yugyeom, rousing from his nap, caught the girl’s wrist before she had the chance to slap you across the face with a notebook.

Everyone grew quiet then. The boy had never done anything to gain attention, always preferring to remain behind the shadows in perfect silence. “Keep it down, you’re ruining my sleep.” Yugyeom hissed threateningly. She cowered in fear and backed off, never to provoke you again.

“Look up, Yugyeom.” You instructed, returning to the task at hand. With a concerned gaze, you conducted a thorough examination of his injuries. The cuts on his hands and the bruises on his knuckles were fairly standard – a quick clean and plaster should do the trick. You got to work, pulling out the alcohol-free cleansing wipes and dabbing over the torn skin with gentle fingers. The boy flinched slightly upon the first contact but behaved rather well as you continued to tend to his hands. Your gaze flitted over the two spherical scars on the underside of his left forearm as he reached forward, closing the distance between the two of you. They were cigarette burns, you figured. You could feel Yugyeom’s fingers brushing against your temples as he pushed strands of your short hair back to rest behind your ears, the tips of which glowered pink at his actions.

“What happened this time?” You asked, somewhat rhetorically. You knew full well that Yugyeom would never divulge the events that led up to his injuries, no matter how persistent you were.

He hummed in response, as though that were an appropriate answer, and scrunched up his face slightly to express his reluctance in answering your question.

The wound smack bang in the middle of his nose presented itself as a bit more of a challenge. While Yugyeom was no stranger to facial injuries, often sporting shallow cuts close to his brow or near his chin, this was much deeper; much larger. It drew unwanted attention and tarnished his otherwise handsome features.

A dull thud sounded as a bowl of cold noodles landed on the table. Your mother stood over the two of you, shaking her head as she handed you a warm towel. You accepted it, still utterly clueless about how your mother was so well acquainted with Yugyeom and his injuries. “Y/N-ah, use this to clean the wound. If it’s still bleeding a lot, apply some pressure to it.” She then turned to the boy, tutting in disapproval. “Yugyeom, I’ve always respected your privacy when you show up in my restaurant covered in cuts and bruises, but this is where I draw the line. Your injuries are getting more serious. You and I are going to have a serious talk once you finish your dinner, young man. It’s been two years and I can’t watch from the sidelines any longer, are we clear?”

You watched as Yugyeom nearly heaved out a sigh, but decided against it in the last minute. “Yes, Imo. Thank you, Imo.”

Your mother, with her hands perched atop her waist, nodded gravely before strutting over to the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone once more. A million questions swarmed in your head as Yugyeom took the towel from your hands, pressing it onto his wound as he began to devour the bowl of cold noodles. This has been going on for two years? You wondered to yourself. Two long years, and yet I’ve never even ran into him in the restaurant. There’s no way, he must’ve been here when I worked over the summer. Maybe he was just sitting in a corner, eating in silence… As usual.

“You’ve been coming her for two years?” You asked before you could stop yourself, your curiosity getting the better of you. “But why?” Why didn’t you tell me? You thought silently, the rest of the sentence unable to leave your mouth.

Yugyeom shrugged as he picked out two halved egg yolks from the boiled eggs with his chopsticks. “Just because,”

Because you pitied me? Because you were ashamed of me? Because you couldn’t face me in school without thinking about that incident caused by the girl’s parents?

“It’s not like that.” The boy said flatly, his eyes meeting yours with a resolute gaze when he noticed you withdrawing, getting lost in your thoughts. “This is the only place that sells naengmyeon all year.”

“What?” You muttered in disbelief.

“I have naengmyeon every Friday, even in winter. The food is good and I only live five minutes away.”

You nodded at his explanation. Perhaps you were overthinking the situation.

“I was also trying to hide most of my injuries from you.” He admitted in a low voice, barely audible above the white noise of the restaurant. Yugyeom took another mouthful of noodles into his mouth, chewing appreciatively as the refreshing flavours soothed his senses. “Fridays…” He paused, eyes wandering vacantly around the vicinity of the restaurant. “Fridays are gambling days for my uncle. He’ll gamble, lose, drink and come home for dinner. You know my older brother, Mark?”

“Yeah, I know Mark.” It was hard not to know about Mark. Before he graduated four years ago, rumours about him spread like wildfire throughout the entire school. The one rumour you distinctly remembered as a first-year student was that he maintained good grades by doing, for a lack of better word, favours, for his female teachers.

“Mark would rush me out of the house before our uncle got home. He acted as my uncle’s babysitter by cooking him dinner, and then as his punching bag when he had to take out his frustration. I was home once when it happened, some time last year. After that I made Mark agree for us to take turns.”

Your head started to spin as your brain worked to process this new information. “Wait so, the cuts, the bruises, the burns, all of that…?”

Yugyeom nodded, still staring beyond the double doors. The sun was beginning to set. In the back of his mind, he registered that his uncle would be home soon. “Honestly, Mark had it worse, especially in the first few months after.”

He meant after his parents passed away two years ago. A car accident. They were coming home from their anniversary dinner. It was raining. There was a truck going around the corner at insane speeds, towards their car. It swerved. Their car plummeted off a cliff. They died instantly, the aunties gossiped as they filtered in and out of the restaurant. Poor kids, they would remark, casting pitied looks at the brothers.

“Your mother, she’s really something else.” He said with a small smile while picking up a few pieces of cucumber and radish. “The first time I came in, the restaurant was about to close. She took one look at me and forced me to press a piece of frozen beef on my bruise. She talked to me the entire time she was dressing my wound, I swear my ears nearly fell off.”

That sounded exactly like your mother. She loved to nag, but it always came from a place of genuine concern. “Imagine being her daughter.” You joked, grateful for the slight comedic relief from the heavy nature of the words you shared. It was one of the few proper conversations you had with your desk partner.

“Sometimes I have to remind myself that she isn’t my mother.” Yugyeom said, his tone so broken and devastated that you felt your heart ache within your chest.

You placed a hesitant hand on his shoulder, trying your best to provide him with some form, any form of comfort. “I’m sure she cares for you like her own son. Especially since she’s been making you dinner every Friday for the past two years.”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

“She even nurses your injuries.”

“But you do that too.” He pointed out without missing a beat, a teasing glint in his eyes as he finally turned to look at you.

“I…”

“Nevermind, forget I said anything.” Yugyeom replied with a knowing grin, returning back to his dinner.

I care about you too, a lot. You confessed silently, resting your heavy head on your palms as you watched him eat. The golden shine of the sun casted upon his pointed features. Despite the old scars and the new wounds, he glowed.

A part of you realised that after so many months, you had finally broken-down Kim Yugyeom’s iron walls. School would be very different from now on.

[phoebehalliwell]

AU Chris is Paige and Richard’s son. What would his power be? What about Chris’ relationships with his parents?

chris being paige and richard’s son would like totally explain why he’s Like That actually that would be a great au so once again i’m gonna bring up my conspiracy theory that richard was dosed with the blood of some greater being as a baby by his parents in the hopes of making some superwitch but as we all know from dr curtis williamson of astral monkey fame receiving the blood of someone more powerful than u can create some disastrous consequences, which i believe is exactly what we see with richard and his fucked up relationship to magic given richards advanced powers (namely conjuration) and also the fact that the montana family probably didn't want it to be obvious that they y'know experimented on their kid imma say richard was somehow infused with avatar blood, seeing as they were basically unknown beings until s7, so no one would really be able to id his powers. i also think that explains how we saw richard get so insanely powerful towards the end like in i dream of phoebe he was even able to manifest a teleportation power through conjuration bc as we learned, avatars draw their power from a collective, so i’m positing that having a relationship with paige especially like y'know it's physical there's an intense emotional element that we see she even lives with him so like. it's a Relationship™. yeah that whole relationship only added to his own powers as paige sorta became his collective (i don't think this takes away from paige's powers at all more like if you shine a flashlight into a mirror it bounces back that light it's not taking away any light from the flashlight it's simply using what it was given to create more if that makes sense like in the abstract we don’t need to talk the physics of how light is reflected think of this in vague terms) so uh yeah that’s what’s up i think if richard did not have avatar blood he would just be a normal telekinetic which is a power we see him display at various points at just sort of a normal level couple that with the fact that paige is also a telekinetic and i think it is very safe to say that their child would have telekinesis i think telekinesis is the brown eyes of the magical world the dominant gene in the punnett square or whatever 7th grade was a long time ago i also think they are bound to some sort of teleportation power as both paige and richard can teleport i’d love to see it me some hybrid between fading and orbing as they are the first witchlightvatar i feel like they should have something wholly unique to show for it for another active power projection is an option as it is very close to conjuration while simultaneously being a power in the warren line but i wouldn’t want to give chris the same power as wyatt tho seeing as chris is a family name from leo’s side it wouldn’t quite make sense whenever i write about a paige/richard child i always call them bennie named after richard’s father which i think still works as chris is also named after his paternal grandfather but yeah the point i was making is having bennie travel through time and like exist in like this juxtaposition with wyatt idk i feel like it’s not as fun if they have the same power set so maybe i’ll take richards conjuring and modify it to match paige’s past life and say conjuring the elements? the entire montana family line seems to have energy balls as a power so like . that could add to that theory maybe. like the evil enchantress could conjuring lightning i think the avatars also had lightning powers but i think that was purely a leo addition and an elder power and paige has no ties to an elder status so. idk. i sorta like the conjuring the elements power i do think richard is the firstborn of his generation and paige is technically sam’s firstborn so i think they both get Legacy Points there and then bennie would go on to be the first born in the montana line so i think that could justify very op power like conjuring the elements i think that they would inherit some of richard’s mania to some degree i mean as we know there is a genetic component to addiction and both paige and richard have suffered from it but i think since the foreign blood is a) diluted and b) in a host with a greater power capacity (as we know, witches get stronger with every generation and adding a charmed one into the mix is definitely an added boost) i don’t think those genes would manifest themselves in the way they did with like richards obsession with magic however i think substance abuse and also probably and anxiety disorder are very much on the table if we’re talking bennie replaces chris as the one to come from the dark future quite frankly this kid’s gonna be more that a little fucked up bc lord knows nothing stable ever happened there i also think they wouldn’t be nearly as good of a liar as chris as i think they’re gonna have ten times more impulsivity i also think they wouldn’t tip toe around the truth so much like i know chris is really anxious about like negatively impacting the future i do not think bennie would give nearly as much of a shit like the future already sucks that’s why i’m here so Sit Down bc i have some Very Bad News for y’all i think like within the first ten episodes of season six bennie would have already made it very obvious that wyatt goes full dark no stars due to something that’s about to happen i do think they would wanna keep it under wraps about their specific lineage bc like they’re here to change a whole lot of things but i think they’d still like to exist at the end of the day but i do think that phoebe would find out and the news would spread i think in the light future without an evil wyatt bennie would not end up remotely as fucked up as they also probz wouldn’t be an orphan which i imagine is really likely in their dark future i think richard would strip his magic and live as a mortal but still teach bennie what he knows about magic and potion making bc like. he’s well verse. there are also a lot of montana traditions and secret recipes i think he would want to pass down but like not for one second i think richard would regret stripping his powers i think he would be making a potion with his kid and just be like yeah i’m so glad i’m not actually magical anymore this is just like making weird soup i’m not getting weird vibes and strange jolts of magic and funny voice in my head there’s no pressure to get it right if it’ll work or not i’m just here throwing ingredients in a cauldron w my kid : ) i also think richard would get like hella into tai chi or something very focused on medicine and alternative healing styles oh richard like paige was definitely also a pothead in high school but the point is bennie would be like very well versed in meditation and what’s it called not aromatherapy but like. apothecary? herbaltherapy? plantohealing? you know that thing people are into like teas and herbs that fuckin uhh help with colds and stuff basically like the non magical properties of the world in fact i think they’d be the most knowledgeable out of anyone from gen2 on like nonmagical uses for things like there are mortal ways to solve problems that can work just fine and i think yeah bennie does know richard’s past and the issues with magic i think that that’s something that personally scares them not enough to like not practice but like enough that they don’t ever like use magic for unnecessary purposes like they will Not be telekinetically closing the manor door shut at the end of the season they will be closing the door like a normal person that type of thing. in regards to a relationship with paige i think in the trying to fix the future part of this au bennie would get really close to paige bc like again paige probably was murdered in the dark future but i don’t think bennie would be like chris like she’s just gonna die so why get close i think bennie would really utilized the time that they do have to just like. be with their mom. i think paige would definitely be freaked to like be a mom bc she’s like woah i’m not that old and like have a 22 year old call you mom like definitely ages you but like i do think paige would see a lot of herself in her kid especially as this version of bennie like grew up really without parents and like this that and the other they’d also really remind paige of the kids she saw at social services and i do think paige would be very like mom-y around her kid like i would not describe paige as a motherly woman i would never call her the mom friend but like around bennie she like goes full mom like cuts crusts off sandwiches and everything mode (piper and phoebe find it fucking hilarious)

[inawickedlittletown]

Walking The Wire (52/?)

Summary: Tony Stark always knew about Peter Parker. He didn’t know that Peter was going to get superpowers and become Spider-Man, but he always knew about Peter because Peter was his son.

This will span from pre-Iron Man up through the rest of the MCU (eventually including Infinity War) and will be for the most part canon compliant except where I’ve taken some liberties and interpreted canon a certain way.

Pairings: Pepper/Tony, Tony/Steve (endgame), Tony/Mary (past)

A/N: If you want me to tag you when I post new chapters let me know. This fic is also on AO3

I used Collider’s MCU timeline to stay canon and the title of this fic is an Imagine Dragons song that is just so fitting for Peter and Tony

Masterpost

Chapter Fifty One

There seemed to be a lot going on inside Tony Stark’s workshop when Peter was allowed inside by Friday. There was music blaring -- something loud and hard that Peter was sure Uncle Ben had listened to and that made Peter wince because it was so loud. Thinking about Uncle Ben hurt a little, especially in light of Tony Stark being his father because Uncle Ben ad tried to tell him with his last words and when Peter didn’t let him he had never expected to ever find his father or even get to know him.

Mr. Stark was working on something to do with the Spider-Man suit, Peter realized as he stepped further inside. He was too busy to notice that Peter had entered but one of the bots did and wheeled over to him and Peter laughed because it was just a robot but it was cute and Peter reached out to touch it and then it was gone again and Peter watched as it grabbed what looked to be a blender cup and wheeled towards Mr. Stark.

“Dum-E, I am not hungry,” Mr. Stark said without even looking up, “put that back before I donate you to charity. Not sure any will take you, but there is a chance.”

Dum-E beeped and Peter thought the robot sounded a little sad as he rolled to set the blender cup down elsewhere. Whatever was inside didn’t really look appetizing so Peter understood why Mr. Stark didn’t want it.

“Mr. Stark,” Peter said, stepping closer.

Mr. Stark didn’t seem to hear him and Peter could tell that the man was in his element so Peter figured it was probably better to just let him work. Instead he looked around the workshop a little more. It really was an amazing space.  

Peter didn’t know if Mr. Stark had gone to bed at all the night before since he never saw or heard him leave the workshop. But, then, Peter had actually fallen asleep in the living room until he woke up in the middle of the night and Friday led him to one of the bedrooms and the most comfortable bed that Peter had ever slept on. Peter had woken up there a little confused just a few minutes earlier, but everything had flooded in and Peter found that he was feeling a little bit better about everything. He just still needed some more time to figure out what would come next. He pressed his hands against his ears as he walked around the workshop and wondered if Friday would lower the volume if he asked.

He ended up not having to ask because suddenly the music died down and Mr. Stark was looking up at a screen and a woman that Peter recognized as Pepper Potts appeared there. She wore a business suit, had her hair tied back and more put together than anyone that Peter had ever seen before.  

“Hey, Pep, what’s going on?” Mr. Stark asked.

“I did a bit of digging around. I’ll send you everything I managed to find on The Raft. I just don’t know how that’ll come in handy to you because you can’t do the rescuing yourself and currently we’re not going to get anywhere even if we get all of the SI lawyers on this.”

Mr. Stark sighed. “I think Steve will take care of the rescuing for us. I just hope that Ross isn’t trying to use The Raft as bait. I’ll have to get some of this to Steve and offer as much help as we can. I know where he is so I’ll find a way.”

“That sounds like you’ve thought this through. How are you with that? Are you--”

Mr. Stark cut her off. “I’m fine. I’m more than fine. Have you heard from Fury yet? He’s not returning my calls and Hill hasn’t answered my emails which is typical.”

Ms. Potts didn’t seem to care that Mr. Stark was brushing off her first question. “Maybe they’re more on Steve’s side than yours,” Ms. Potts said.

Mr. Stark laughed. “Wouldn’t put it past them, but we’ll need their help if we’re going to try and work around this mess. I did hear from Helen Cho. There’s really nothing more they can do. She’s going to personally oversee his transfer.”

Peter didn’t want to interrupt the conversation, but he felt bad about listening in on Mr. Stark’s conversation. It was just hard to move and try to get a word in to make Mr. Stark notice that he was there.

“I’m sorry, Tony,” Ms. Potts said.

“It shouldn’t have come to that,” Mr. Stark said and shook his head. “It just means I’ll have to fix it.”

“Have you spoken to Rhodey?”

“Not really. I don’t know what I would say--”

“And how’s Peter?” Ms. Potts asked.

Peter’s head snapped up at the sound of his name. He hadn’t expected for Mr. Stark to tell anyone about him. It made him wonder about who else might know. Did The Avengers know?

“According to Friday he’s fine. Slept well enough last night even though some of it was on a couch. I really -- I don’t know what I’m doing here. But, he’s great, Pep, he’s just so great. I always knew that but it’s different now I know him.”

“You’ll figure it out,” Ms. Potts said. “You always do and anyway, I think you’re doing well so far. I’ll call if I have anything else to add and keep me updated on Rhodey. Also, Peter’s just behind you so that seems like a good sign.” Then Ms. Potts was gone and Mr. Stark turned around, looking surprised.  

“Um, I’m sorry,” Peter said at once. “Friday let me in and then the music was too loud but you said I could come in here and--”

Mr.Stark grinned at him. “Don’t worry about it. You’re welcome in here any time unless it’s on lockdown. Anyway, Friday could have told me you were here when you walked in and she didn’t so really it’s on her.”

“Right,” Peter said and let out a breath. He had never felt so awkward in his life.

“I’ve been working on a few updates for your suit,” Tony said, turning back to his work.

“Oh,” Peter said.

It was mostly precautions. Protocols to protect Peter in any circumstance that Tony could think of because a part of him wanted to just take the suit away and tell Peter that he couldn’t go out as Spider-Man anymore. But Tony knew that it would be a contradictory message after taking him to Germany. In part, Tony could admit that it wasn’t even the dangerous aspect of what Peter did that was bothering him -- he was well aware of how capable Peter was and what his powers gave him -- it was that Tony wasn’t sure how low a profile Peter could keep.

“Does that mean -- am I keeping the suit?”

“Of course you’re keeping the suit,” Tony said and turned to look at him. “Kid, I made this for you. As much for my own peace of mind as it is because you’re not especially talented with a needle.”

“I tried my best,” Peter said.

Tony let himself smile a little. “Yeah, you probably did and I can admit that you weren’t doing too badly for yourself.” He stared at Peter for a long moment and frowned. “Did you have breakfast yet?”

“No. Just woke up,” Peter said and before he lost the courage to:  “I think I’m ready to talk about--” he waved his hands “--everything.”

“Sure, sure,” Tony said.

Peter took a deep breath. He didn’t really know how to explain himself. “I don’t -- I don’t really know what this means. I don’t know what you want from me, I guess? I wasn’t looking for my father. We were doing this project in school. Blood typing and punnett squares and I figured it out -- there was no way Richard Parker could be my father. I never thought I would ever figure out who it was and you’re the last person I thought it might be and now…”

Tony could see how nervous and unsure Peter was and yet he was trying not to let that show. Tony was a little surprised about the whole punnett square thing but then again Peter would be smart enough to figure it out that way. Tony was sure that if Peter had actually suspected that Tony and he were related that he would have also found a way to get Tony’s DNA and test it.

Peter seemed to be waiting for him to speak and Tony knew that he had to take everything a bit slower. Maybe he had thrown too much at Peter.

“I wanted you to know, Peter, because I didn’t want to keep that secret from you now that we’ve met,” Tony said and it hurt a little to not just shove all his emotion out at Peter and yet he was realizing that maybe Peter wasn’t ready to know the extent to which Tony cared for him.

“Okay,” Peter said and nodded.

Tony smiled at him. “I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time but it never worked out. Part of it was me being who I am -- being Iron Man. Your Uncle came up with the idea of the letters as a way to make it so we could have some contact with each other. He was a good man, Peter, and he always wanted the best for you.”

“He came up with the idea,” Peter whispered, surprised. “But that was years ago. Why couldn’t --”

“Peter, the circumstances made it very difficult and we didn’t want -- we didn’t want to tell you the truth if you and I couldn’t meet in person. Anyway, that was then and I’ve finally met you and you know the truth.”

“Yeah,” Peter said, but he was frowning a little and Tony didn’t know what to make of that, but he decided that he might as well finish with what he wanted to say.

“I know you’re not sure where this leaves us and I’m not much better. I don’t want to add any pressure on you. It’s the last thing you need on top of Spider-Man and everything else and I do understand that, Peter, and you can have as long as you want to decide what you want here -- if you want me in your life as more than just a weird eccentric mentor. But I want you to know I’m here for anything. It doesn’t matter the time, the place, or anything else, I’m here. For you, I will always be here whether it be Peter problems or Spider-Man problems. I just wanted you to know and it’s shocking and strange but it’s the truth and I’m game for whatever you want this to mean.”

“I don’t know what to say,” Peter said after a long silence.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Tony said and decided that it was probably better to just change the subject and let Peter think on all of that. “Now come on, you have to explain to me about why you thought it was smart to email me questions about spiders? I’ve been meaning to ask.”

Peter actually laughed and some of the worry seemed to fall off his shoulders. “I didn’t know who else to ask,” Peter said. “Also, I kind of wanted you to figure it out, I think, and anyway the idea came from Oscorp because they were working on it and they showed us a bit of it on that field trip and I would have asked even if I didn’t get bitten by a spider.”

“But you did get bitten and decided that you would still ask,” Tony said with a grin. This kid really was something else.

Peter shrugged.

Tony also suddenly realized that he had never looked into the whole spider bite thing. He hadn’t questioned Peter further on it or tried to make sure that he really was alright and that he wasn’t going to end up with some weird side effects.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter asked.

Tony shook his head. That would be something for later. “It did help,” Tony said, “once I was trying to figure out who Spider-Man was. I thought maybe you had found the webbing or seen Spider-Man. Bit of a surprise when it turned out that my son was Spider-Man, but I guess we’re not so different after all.”

Peter looked unsure again, but then he seemed to push past it. “My aunt always said that I was a lot like my father. I took it to be Richard but she knew he wasn’t my father so she was talking about you. She knew it was you.”

It felt almost like Peter was trying get confirmation that May and Ben did know -- although it had all been implied already -- and Tony figured it wouldn’t hurt to give it to him.

“They knew,” Tony said, “your mother must have told them. Mary made them your guardians in case anything happened to her and Richard and she must have told them about me as well at some point.”

“Oh,” Peter said. “She didn’t think you’d want to take me in if-- when they died?”

Tony shrugged. “I was a completely different person when your mother knew me. I wouldn’t have been good for you or any kid back then. I was a mess.”

“Right,” Peter nodded, and Tony hoped that Peter would never understand the extent to the mess that Tony had been back then.

“Anyway. Breakfast, come on. You’re a growing spider-boy.”

Chapter Fifty Three

[cultgambles]

Hello, what do you you think would the RFA members feel about finding out MC’s stepfather .... is YOUNGER than them or in Yoosung’s case just as old as him... Lolololol..... 😭😭 (Why is my mum lik dis.. still love her tho.)

T_T IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO OVERDUEi will try to get better…

when i was writing this all i could think of was that scene from ohshc when casanova was asking tamaki if he was haruhi’s father lol

Masterlist | Requests? open

Yoosung

good boy thought that was your brother!

babe, we don’t even look alike wtf

he saw him kiss your mom on the lips and he’s just like !!! “MC?”

“oh yeah, that mi pa”

o_O

so, at the dinner table, Yoosung was talking to you about his newest find in LOLOL

being you, you totally understood what he was talking about because your step father would play it constantly too

“DID I HEAR LOLOL??”

they become fast friends & Yoosung doesn’t really question it???

you and your mom laugh

your boys are getting along

Zen

You and him were looking through an old photo album when he asked where your father was

of course, no pressure

“oh, my dad isn’t here any more. but that’s my mom’s new hubby!” you said, pointing to the picture with the three of you (you, your mom, and step dad)

tbh, he was kinda weirded out, but he didn’t want to judge bc he has his own family problems!!

your stepdad on the other hand thought Zen was WEIRDER

“MC, I can’t let you hang around him anymore. He’s a hooligan who smokes. Think about it! He rides a motorcycle!”

“Dad, you have a motorcycle”

“I do not!”

at first it was super awkward, bc your stepdad was SUPER over protective and ofc Zen is too so it was like a stare off 

Jaehee

*leans over to you* “who is that?”

“my step dad. yes he is young. he is younger than you maybe.”

jaehee is awk

but, also polite

he was surprised that you were dating a woman, but he supports you regardless

Jumin

he just doesn’t know, but he’s polite as ever

your stepdad kinda thinks he is one of those trust fund kids too

BUT somehow Elizabeth is invited to the fancy dinner and Jumin and your dad just gush over her the whole time

“yes, excuse me? Sir, you are not allowed to bring animals into the restaurant.”

Jumin literally bribes the waiter…”carry on sir.”

“wow, i like this kid. he has moxie!”

“he’s literally a year older than you.”

Saeyoung

what’s a dad

stepdad: “I WON’T YOU MARRY MY MC!”

saeyoung: “WE ALREADY GOT MARRIED AT THE SPACE STATION!” *shows a ring that says ‘bro’ on it*

major gasps

don’t worry mom you’ll be invited to the real thing

Saeran

no opinion, doesn’t even want to meet him tbh

you drag him along bc he needed to see someone other than you and his brother

can i go home yet

stepdad thinks he’s peculiar…like red hair and minty eyes??? wtf is biology

those damn punnett squares

V

Like Yoosung, he thought that he was your realative

it doesn’t bother him when you explain

they actually become friends which embarrasses you 

[aka-willow]

Familiar

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Words: 1041

Characters: Willow Wren, Ethan Kim, Gooblin, Pip, Pingu, Burr, Spark, Danny, Manny, Dew, Fanisimo, France, Sabbath

Prompt/Tag:

“You’ve got to be more careful.”

“You can’t keep ignoring this.”

Summary: Willow hacks the fourth ex-Facility scientist but doesn’t confront them

Timeline: November 2015

Song: 4am - Bastille

A/N: i love them all they’re so stupid

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I sat in my room, video chatting with the other Lab Rats as we briefed each other on the last few weeks. I found myself leaving out parts, like the fact that instead of just going through the files we had and leaking one scientist’s information at a time, I was confronting them in person. Which is why I won’t be doing that anymore. That incident at the library was way too close.

Still, confronting them had yielded some interesting results, such as the one-worded memory I had regained, and the theory that a book had been involved with our project. Pingu and I had told them about Subject Zero, but none of us remembered her and there were no leads on her besides the few random references in the files Fanisimo had uncovered.

“Okay, guys, I need us to all put our one braincell to work on this one,” I said. “Think really hard. Does anyone remember a book? Or—” I rolled up my sleeve “—this word?” We can’t keep ignoring this.

“For the thousandth time, no,” said Manny. “Look, they’d take us into the Blue Lab or whatever and that’s it. I remember nothing from there.”

“There’s twelve of us,” I said. “I mean, out of all of us we should be able to piece something together, right?”

“There was a test…a… what’s the word…” Sabbath said suddenly. “A… process? They had a name for it. I heard it once and I remember thinking that’s what’s wrong with us, that’s why I don’t remember. It was around the time we escaped, so there was no reset to wipe those memories.”

“So, what’s the name of the process?” Burr asked.

“Well, I don’t remember,” said Sabbath. “That’s the point. I just remembering knowing.”

“Anything?” I asked. “A letter, the way it sounds…?”

“It began with F,” said Sabbath. “Like flower or frost…”

“Poll the audience?” I asked the others, checking the time. “I have to go in a few minutes.” Ethan would be over soon.

“Fuck? That’s an F word,” France says. “Or… hey… me. France.”

“Think about this logically,” said Fanisimo. “HYDRA’s naming of things was like a whole department. It would have to have meaning. Think things that might relate. German names, or…”

“Beethoven,” said Pingu. “That’s German.”

“That doesn’t begin with F,” said Gooblin.

“He’s Austrian, isn’t he?” Pip asked.

“God, we’re braindead,” Dew said. “Uh… frost-y? That’s the thing they have a Wendy’s. And like maybe it has something to do with the cold?”

“I had Wendy’s for the first time last week,” Spark interjected. “That shit’s good.”

“These words seem too easy,” said Danny. “Too… what’s the word… not formal enough. You know?”

“Colloquial,” Burr supplied.

“I’d know it when I hear it,” said Sabbath. The conversation drifted to a 4am call that some of the boys were trying to get together, and Burr berating Danny and Manny for exposing their powers in Vegas as part of a magic set. Special effects could explain the display, but some of the Lab Rats were still on edge about it.

“You’ve got to be more careful,” she said. “Stop posting those videos on Youtube.”

“Dew posted on Youtube,” tattled Manny.

I heard our apartment buzzer ring and when I checked my phone, I saw Ethan had texted me.

Ethan: Here!

I hurried to clean up my mess of a desk and leaned back into the camera view for a moment. “Got to go,” I said. “Let’s talk soon. Keep spitballing words. If we got the name of whatever they did to us, well, it’s a start. Also books. Get on that.” I heard one of the other Lab Rats say something along the lines of ew homework as I disconnected. I was slightly jealous of a few of them because it seemed that they had moved on from the Facility faster than I had, especially considering they left after me. Pingu seemed to be doing well with her family in D.C., Gooblin had started some writing project, a group of the boys were still doing tricks in Vegas, Dew had just launched the music video we had helped him film, and on and on and on. It seemed like I was one of the only ones really fixated on getting back the memories we lost and figuring out what really happened. I needed that to move on.

The others were content to just forget, and I really couldn’t blame them.

After checking myself in the bathroom mirror, I nearly tripped over my backpack in the entryway as ran over to buzz Ethan in and let him up. I surveyed the apartment while I waited, making sure everything looked normal. Of course it would look normal. Why wouldn’t it?

In the final minutes before Ethan got upstairs, I double-checked the leak on the fourth Facility scientist I had planned and activated a VPN just before I hit send. Seconds later, Ethan was knocking on our apartment door and I slammed my laptop shut as I let him in. “Hey, dude.”

“Hi,” he said, waving in the awkward way he always did, which I had become accustomed to in the last few months. “Ready to make some babies?” He gave a nervous laugh. “Sorry… that was stupid I meant like do the baby project with the Punnett squares and stuff. Don’t know why I thought that would be funny…”

I laughed, despite myself. “You’re good. Let’s go sit.”

As Ethan and I worked through our biology homework and I tried to figure out how bat wings would play into our fake child’s genes (not that I would tell Ethan), I spent the other work time discreetly monitoring the file leak and the aftermath. The Lab Rat group chat finalized plans for a virtual sleepover and discussion session the following night. Even though we annoyed each other tremendously, I was still excited about the call.

I still had other things on my mind, though. I wanted to confront this scientist, Taddeo Moser, and ask him my questions but I knew it was too risky. This can work just as well.

But this fourth leak wasn’t nearly as satisfying. I found myself wanting a piece of the action. I need to look them in the eye.

[paracosmdreaming]

Rules: Answer these 85 82 statements and tag 20 people

I was tagged by @haoushoku (I finally got around to doing one!!! Sorry grandmother, please forgive me.)

Tagging: @laolabear , @unproductivepeanut , @sakuratunes , @sharksheye , @simling , @moonlissfox , @cascadestars , @pfudorqueen

No pressure to do it if you don’t want to. Just something I haven’t done in a long time ^ u ^

The last:

1. Drink: water (Trynna drink a little healther -- even though I drank that water at 5AM with half a can of pringles . ___ . )

2. Phone call: :OOOO I think my dad???

3. Text message: boyfriend (tHAT’S RIGHT FOLKS, I MANAGED TO GET A DECENT GUY TO LIKE ME :DDDDDDD HAHAHA.)

4. Song you listened to: “Let Me Go” - Hailee Steinfeld & Alesso ft. Florida Georgia Line & watt

5. Time you cried: Sunday!!! lol I was arguing and couldn’t find the words I wanted to say and started crying cuz I’m a baby 

Have you ever:

6. Dated someone twice: No.

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: No.

8. Been cheated on: No.

9. Lost someone special: No.

10. Been depressed: Yes.

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: No.

3 Favorite Colors:

12. Pink

13. White

14. Blue

In the last year, have you:

15. made new friends: Yes.

16. fallen out of love: No.

17. laughed until you cried: Yes.

18. found out someone was talking about you: LOLLLLL Yes but I kinda had it coming.

19. met someone who changed you: Yes.

20. found out who your friends are: Uh...?? Yes? I guess?

21. kissed someone on your facebook list: Yes.

General

22. How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them!

23. Do you have any pets: No :((

24. Do you want to change your name: Not really, No. I can do lots of cool things with my name (especially bc of how it’s translated in Chinese lol).

25. What did you do for your last birthday: Went out with my boyfriend to eat ramen and had cake with my family.

26. What time did you wake up: 8AM today :((

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching Community LOL (I slept at 5AM. Not a good idea.)

28. Name something you can’t wait for: SCHOOL TO BE OVER ALREADY. BREAK ARRIVE.

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: This morning! She drove me to the bus stop, bless her heart,

30. What are you listening to right now: My professor try to pronounce the names of planets lol. He’s trying very hard. He’s a geology major not an astronomy teacher and this is a geology class teaching astronomy for some reason???

31. Have you ever talked to a person named tom: Yes.

32. Something that is getting on your nerves: When I don’t understand something. It’ll be on my mind the whollllllllleeeeeeee day until I understand it.

33. Most visited website: facebook

34. Hair color: black with golden peek-a-boo highlights.

35. Long or short hair: Long? I think?

36. Do you have a crush on someone: Yes. And I’m lucky enough to be dating him lol 

37. What do you like about yourself: I can walk very fast. :DD

38. Piercings: Earlobes.

39. Blood type: Idk but my mom says O? But based on those Punnett Square thingies, I should be B I think.

40. Nickname: Don’t really have one...?

41. Relationship: In a relationship.

42. Zodiac: Chinese: Tiger ; Astrological: Gemini

43. Pronouns: She/Her

44. Favorite TV show: tie b/w Brooklyn Nine-Nine and Leverage (The Good Place is also really good too omg...)

45. Tattoos: No.

46. Right or left handed: Right.

47. Surgery: No,

48. Sport: I walk very fast... :DDD

49. Vacation: I really want to visit Japan!

50. Pair of trainers: No.

More general:

51. Eating: Well I’m GOING to eat the udon noodles I brought today while I wait in the hallways for my next class lollll

52. Drinking: Water.

53. I’m about to: do a lab about planets.

54. Waiting for: the class to be over so I can eat my udon noodles.

55. Want: Money. Desperately. Bc my university apparently made a mistake and my financial aid was rescinded -.-

56. Get married: Maybe.

57. Career: Wanted to be a teacher. Realized I was bad at teaching. Switching to HR Management which I will probably suck at too, but at least I won’t feel bad for sucking at teaching to adults (since I don’t think I’ll have to spell everything out for them??? Hopefully???) 

Which do you prefer:

58. Hugs or kisses: Hugs!!

59. Lips or eyes: Eyes. Lol one of my friends has a super pretty eye color and I have to force myself to stop telling her that every time.

60. Shorter or taller: Taller. I’m already 5′1″ so like... Yeah. Taller.

61. Older or younger: Older.

62. Nice arms or nice stomach: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I have a thing for both.

63. Hookup or relationship: Relationship.

64. Troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant. AF. 

Have you ever (Pt 2):

65. Kissed a stranger: No.

66. Drank hard liquor: Uh... Yes but like, only a sip??

67. Lost glasses or contact lenses: Yes. I had a pair of glasses get run over by a car, and another pair got crushed by a pair of skis -.-

68. Turned someone down: Yes.

69. Sex on the first date: No.

70. Had your heart broken: No.

71. Been arrested: No.

72. Cried when someone died: No.

73. Fallen for a friend: Yes.

Do you believe in:

74. yourself: I try to.

75. miracles: Yes (miracle I’ve made it this far in life tbh. TY).

76. love at first sight: No. I do believe in lust at first sight though!

77. santa claus: No.

78. kiss on first date: Yes.

79. angels: Sure.

Other:

80. Eye color: Dark brown.

81. Favorite movie: mmmmm... the Taiwanese movie “Our Times”. Super sweet, I loved it. You can watch it English Subbed on Youtube! !

82. Current best friend’s name: Laura (I bother her all the time to talk about my relationship issues, my change in major, and watering her plant Noodles that I’m trying very hard not to kill.)

I tried to look for the missing statements, but there’s still 3 missing.

[docandprof]

I Couldn't Have Read This Earlier?

Howdy there partner!

Man that makes it sound like the south is changing me, I WILL NEVER BEND TO ITS WILL!!!!! Yet gain another late post by the doc. This just speaks to the lack of organization in my life. But we deal with our crappy flaws, am I right? Thanks for the response to my minibreak down last week. And like you, even though it hasn't been a full week since the last post, I still have some things to talk about over these past couple days. Adventuring into my experiences we go!

I'm pretty sure my last post was Monday, so you already know that I took my bio test that day. Now lemme tell you, that was the hardest Mendelian genetics/Punnett squares/Hardy-Weinberg test I have ever had, and that was a consensus thought amongst all my friends who took it. So we shall see how that went, but I also had a Neuro test which I think I killed! I feel “confident” about both of these tests because I put in some good work on preparing for them, although it can always be better! Yesterday I finished something, and also picked something up. So I got this package yesterday and I was super pumped to get it because I had only ordered it like Monday. I am now a proud owner of the hit game Horizon Zero Dawn. I haven’t gotten a chance to play it yet, but that is because of what I did last night. Before we get to that though, brag time, I actually went and worked out yesterday with my trumpet playing friend and it felt GRRRRREAT!! I felt so #woke after my workout. And I realized that I am stronger than I thought. I even have plans to go workout later today with my same buddy. Check one of my problems of the list, kinda.

But last night was party day. I went out with friends to some parties at the Mayfields (where I will be living next year) and walked around some house parties checking things out. It was decent fun, but what was really fun was the party we went to next. We went to a BYX (pronounced BUCKS) party. This is the fraternity that I am going to be rushing next year, but you would like them. They are not the typical social fraternity, they are a Christian fraternity, so all their parties are dry, so it is really fun to go to these things and just dance with friends and drink CapriSuns. No joke, that is what I did last night. But where my title comes into play is that I saw that girl there and we were close a few times and we exchanged glances a few times, or maybe I'm just crazy and she wasn't looking at me, but anyway yeah, my friends were pushing me to go talk to her and ask her out, but I couldn't because I didn't know how to approach her in the middle of a party and say, “hey I'm Aaron, you are pretty, I don't really know you but we have met a couple times. If you are single, and don't think I'm a weirdo for doing this, would you like to go out on a date with me? Also, what’s your name?” So I chickened out and never talked to her. So I wish I could've read your post a little earlier. Oh and after the party, I finished Steins;Gate!! another dang anime series that ends without “full” closure, but you can figure it out. Why do they do this to us?

*Insert witty transition here from fun story telling to seriousness* I just wanna thank you for really giving me a good slap in the face. I needed that, and I think I have been dealing with those inner demons for a while, and while it isn't solved yet, nor do I think there will ever be an exact moment where I’m like, “Oh man, I don't have problems anymore!!” But life is just a series of steps towards self improvement, so I will take this minor win. I also wanted to say that I'm really proud of you for just being you. Authenticity in people is hard to find in people nowadays and when you find those people, you just hold onto them as tight as you can AND SMOTHER THEM TO DEATH!! No I'm kidding, just cherish them and acknowledge the specialness that you have in your life. So thank you for being the specialness in my life. *tear tear sob sob*

I like your recommendation for the week, and I would in turn recommend that you just watch some comedy (outside of our lives) and just laugh. Like a funny movie or stand up comedy performance, anything like that because I believe laughter does wonders for the soul. As for your question, I think stories captivate us so much because they transport us to places we wish we could go, or turn us into people we wish we could be. It is noteworthy to know that too much of this can be bad and we can lose ourselves, never quite knowing who we are and always being discontent with our lives. But a good story, or even a bad one (al pal), helps us to gain perspective in life and learn things that we know but don't accept because they are sometimes just too hard. Stories, while they are literally spoken to us, have a way of sparking an internal dialogue within us and telling us what we need to hear or know. That’s why people can read the Bible over and over, garnering something knew each time through. It is a living word that constantly tells stories that never change, but constantly adapt to what we are going through. Now my question, as a game designer, and more fundamentally a story teller, what would be your first story to tell the world? Now that I have ruined your life for the next week, leaving you with this difficult question, it is time for me to get a move on. I hope it was fun to see our Air Force buddy when he came to visit you.

Sayonara

the doc