#and walked to school uphill both ways in the snow

[whumpninja]

Who's a character you like whumped?

This is definitely gonna age me, but Kirk and Spock from the original Star Trek. It’s best when one of them is getting whumped and the other one is either having to watch or is desperately trying to help. There is a lot of whump in Star Trek, and the old stuff just hits, y’know?

[hemlock-dreams]

What would happen if Peter hit Burn, and couldn't recover in time for his session with Nat?

I do believe that Nat would find some exception in her heart to take into account a life-threatening situation/Avenger's level threats. I think it's mostly in regards to Peter flaking in his normal life for things that New York was handling way before superheroes came in.

Nat's basically like: If you don't think this is important, then I don't think this is important. Not every siren in this city means you're needed.

[bumblingbabooshka]

[dandelionsandderivatives]

Was just informed that Forever stamps are now above 70¢ and I feel very old and curmudgeonly.

[faworsley]

My great-grandmother’s brother’s horse he won in a giveaway at age four. He named him Purple Tickleburr

[loungemermaid]

Do we think there’s horses or bikes in Twelve, because I know Katniss walks everywhere but I’m just thinking of how my crippled ass(and by extension, Peeta) would be getting around everywhere. I know one of the first things people add in the fairytale/pastoral ones is horses, but I Need to Know.

Also, Suzanne, if there’s goats and pigs why don’t we hear about people keeping chickens? The Seam should be overrun by yard chickens.

[wayofcloudbrain]

He is simply doing impossible things.

Ok, but listen.

Jiang Cheng, in nothing but his inner robes, gunning it barefoot down the walkaways of Lotus Pier, because his beloved nephew (age four) decided to escape his bed and climb into an unsecured boat that is now being pushed by wind into the lake, much to Jin Ling's wailing dismay.

JC didn't even think to use Sandu, just launched himself full-tilt from the end of the pier with sheer physical brass of knowing he can eat that twenty metres...

A few minutes later, he was rowing the boat back with one arm, the other full of a wailing nephew, adrenaline finally settling down.

[buttcheeke]

TW: STORYTIME

so back when i was a cashier at a farmstand we always opened with cash in the drawer right because assholes always came in with the big bills at like 9 in the morning for like a rutabaga or some shit idk. now that was back when i was a teenager and filled to the brim with burning rage, a hobby i could maintain because i was still living on my parents salary and also it was covid so obviously mentally i wasn’t doing that fantastic but when old people thought they were being considerate by asking me if i could break a hundred dollar bill i would actually lose my shit. see it wasn’t really the act of breaking the hundred dollar bill that triggered my animalistic rage, it was the indication i couldn’t, and if there was one thing stronger than my teenage angst it was how god awfully stubborn i was so they’d ask if i could break the change or if they could just use a credit card and every single time, i’d choose to break the hundred with a smile on my face, while the little voice in my head echoed around muttering do you think you’re better than me? do you think we’re just some simple farm girls who can’t count? i am going to flambé you like the kabob and eat you whole. and the best part about the whole situation is that i literally couldn’t do math so more often than not when forced to do anything that wasn’t calculated by the computer or tapped by credit card i would just stand there and blankly stare at them as they talked me through the math like the computer had zapped my memories and turned my brain to sludge. you know that trick when they give a dollar or like sixty nine cents even so they get like a big bill back or something? yeah so i didn’t get that and i’m still clueless to it. so i’m up behind the counter, right, heat delirious, nine hours in and breaking child labor laws, and on top of that i got a mask on with no inside ventilation so i’m actively suffocating and a snooty grown man who only carries around hundred dollar bills has the audacity to tell me that if he just gives me three dollars and seventy six cents he could have a twenty back?? while home plays in the background on the indie pop station for the 15263618th time in a row?? like my eyes would roll into the back of my head like i was about to have a stroke

yeah so anyway i just saw something that reminded me of the headache of breaking hundreds and like that was never a problem for me but when they calculated change after the computer did it always fucked me up. like i was fully ready to send a kindly elderly woman up to jesus early over twenty one cents and i was literally getting paid eight dollars an hour for that shit. and i still look back on it fondly. can’t listen to home anymore though or i’ll have a reaction similar to victims of chinese water torture but i guess that’s the price i have to pay for being able to leave the House during quarantine

[whoslaurapalmer]

my brother is playing ace attorney on steam and sending me updates and I was like '???? did they upgrade the art???' and he said 'yeah, it's HD' and I'm just. by god what a time to be alive!!!!!!! ace attorney in HD!!!!!!!!! it looks so smooth and gorgeous!!!!!!!!!! once again restraining myself from buying it for the switch bc I still have a working 3ds with all the games!!!!!! BUT THE HD..............😭

[inkskinned]

it is the first snow today. i think we should all have off work, even though it didn't stick. i think there should be 4 national holidays, one for each season. happy first snow, go home and make cookies. for spring it can be the first crocus. for summer the first lightning bug. for autumn, the first golden leaf. go home, kiss your dog, feed your cat (who is absolutely already-fed but somehow still starving.)

i think we should all take more showers together, but i mean that in the soft way. i mean it like taking a nap. two years ago i had 5 adult friends in my queen bed, all of us laying across each other, head over belly over thigh over hand. any time one of us would giggle, it would ripple over each of us, like pulling on a spiderweb. kim actually needed to nap and didn't get to sleep and i am still sorry for it even though this is one of my most precious memories.

i think we should all wash each other's hair, i mean. i walk my dog and i watch someone put up twinkle lights around their front porch. alex and i just moved, and i love the neighborhood. already so many of our new neighbors have stopped by to say hello. the nice lady downstairs also collects plants, like me. she gave us her number on a pink post-it note. i am trying to decide whether to make her cookies or brownies.

i am going through a very hard time. something bad happened this weekend that i do not wish to discuss. it is hanging over me. i think of the green ribbon, and the woman who had her throat cut. it feels like that sometimes, inside of my body. like i am walking and talking despite being half-corpsed. like i am hanging on by a ribbon, standing on some kind of cusp. i keep saying - at least it wasn't worse. we are so lucky it wasn't worse. the idea is river-rock smooth now, all the edges worried off.

in this very dark night - the sun sets by 3 now - people don't need to, but they try anyway. they paint the missing light into things. i have an embarrassing number of missed calls and texts, but i feel the love from them nevertheless - hey. if you need something, i'm here. i will bring you food/puzzles/anything. i got you.

i think we should all have a big group chat where we do errands with strangers. this week i got lost in a home depot, which is wild because i'm a lesbian and we are actually hatched in a lowe's lumber section. there were two other women in the whole store. we ended up shopping together, at first by accident (we all needed things in the same aisle), and then because, well, why not. one of the ladies was taller than me, so she pulled down the screws i needed. i am agile and have the personality of a raccoon, so they sent me after anything below 3 feet. we talked about holiday plans and never learned each other's names, but did learn all the drama about each other's families.

i am making you cupcakes, because i have so much affection i want to pour it into batter. you ask me if i am eating enough per meal. i wrap your gift twice, trying to do it prettily. i get excited to give it to you, just because i hope you'll be excited too.

my parents drive an hour just to see the new apartment and to do the parent thing; standing in the kitchen saying things like "oh you'll get so much use from this dishwasher" and "well, you could paint that" and "when your mother and i moved it was uphill both ways and in a snowstorm and of course your brother was an infant." my mother brought me a plant for housewarming. i always say i love you before she leaves.

i play dnd on tuesdays still, after all these years. we all keep that night free. at one point, between grad school and marriage and all of it, we had to have a serious discussion about how to keep it running. we will keep going, we decided eventually. just to see each other, even if we don't play - you are all important to me. sebastian is not prone to affection but last night he stole my usual sign off - i love you all, be good, he said. he was laughing.

i don't love the winter, actually. i like snow in theory, but i grew up in the north, and am too-familiar with the season of "mud and sludge". i don't like being cold. but i do love something kind of soft and rare: every year around this time, people remember oh yes. you and i are human together. and i have love to spare.

it is the first snow, and something in my heart is finally warm again. i have spent what felt like the last 18 months just going-through-the-motions. it has felt blank and immediate, like i would never actually feel again. that sounds extremely trite and stupid - but that is the boring and familiar experience of depression. life just washes up against your windows, and you watch it happening. you see things that should be lovely and affecting, and it just whispers too-thin. i was desperately uncreative. uninterested in my hobbies. unimpressed by my writing. i told my therapist, often, i don't know how to find hope again.

almost sheepishly, something strange and lovely is burning in my chest. i keep not-looking at it, worried it will scamper back into the shadows again. it is skittish and wild, but it is so warm i want to sink my hands into its fur and feel it breathing. i love-hate it: if it's real, it can hurt me when it leaves again. but i am icarus-born, sun-lover and poet: i can't help myself. despite my best intentions, i am falling in love with life again.

i am planning to make cookies for my friends. alex and i are going to go christmas tree shopping. we picked out matching dish towels last night, and they have little mushrooms on them.

i love you. it does come back. yes, even after a long time. even for you. i promise. keep trying. you will wake up and it will be a day you can smile about.

write me when you get there. we will take the day off of work, and i will wash your hair, and we will both be laughing.

[shmreduplication]

Fish are real the way tomatoes are vegetables, there's more than one classification system than DNA even within the scientific community, and dna is rarely the most relevant classification system to use in any given discussion

Teaching 5-year-olds about animal classification, fingernails dug into my palms, jaw clenched, just barely holding back telling them about how fish are fake fish are fake fish are fake

[rockyp77mk3]

This is how our parents said they got to school. “Walking 10 miles in the frigid snow fighting off bears and coyotes”

You forgot, "Uphill both ways..."

[latibulater]

im not going to spend too much time after this one post

Treister as this character-figure on the same story level as Jonas Venture. Jonas to Rusty to the twins, Treister to Hunter to Brock. this episode implies a rich history where I'm left thinking that Hunter's insecurities around inner turmoil stemmed from Treister ("Hans Brinker's thumb was stuck in a dike" "Son, whatever depravity you get up to on your own time is between you and your living god") which of course bled down to Brock, who must have tried to block out the fact that his mentor and person he respects most is constantly belittled and degraded as being foolish and girlish ("Wayland Flowers called, he wants his Madame back") because Hunter's entire character, of course, is introduced as a transphobic gag. Hunter can't escape from being a man who wants to be a woman no matter how hard Hunter begs the narrative ("I miss my breasts! Inside of me, there is a woman screaming to be heard."), the very next episode Hunter meets with Treister and is immediately shoved into the role of successor, replacement, and son. Over and over, Treister calls Hunter son, makes regular remarks into homophobic comments, and "Took guts to bust out the nest and go off on your own, son. Took balls to cut off your balls. Even without 'em, you got more true grit man-moxie on tap than any of these "yes" men and bureaucrats been runnin' the place."

Similarly to Rusty, in this regard at least, Hunter was created for a singular purpose and trying to make a new way inevitably results in Hunter right back where he started. Honestly, in the same way I imagine Jonas constantly belittling Rusty over any perceived weakness, I can easily picture a young Hunter being put through hell by superior officer Treister, for the good of god and country and the secret president. And additionally, just like how Rusty says no matter how bad a father Jonas was, he still loved him and misses him and wouldn't be who he is today with Jonas and so he can't imagine ever actually going against his father, Hunter clearly is panicking when he thinks Treister is self-euthanizing.

Even after Hunter lets go of the wheel the first time and Treister yells "What the hell are you doing?! Do not let go of that wheel, boy! There are 2,000 souls on board!", Hunter inevitably lets go AGAIN because he can't bear to hold on while someone he must've cared greatly for climbs into a shuttle-capsule. "Do not kill yourself, you crazy bastard!" "Ain't killin' myself, son." And AGAIN with the BOY. the SON.

And like, Hunter was an open joke for believing in the GCI in the 80s, so why was so many resources, a private office with an escape hatch outside, and a personal hulking assistant given? I can only believe b/c at the time Hunter was still Treister's favorite, still Treister's spy kid and most likely prepped to be his successor, despite the weird results. Then Hunter fucks up with Billy and Phantom Limb and gets sent out of country and is separated from Brock. To me, that reads as Treister getting irritated his "son" is playing dress-up on stake-outs and is getting distracted running around on wild goose chases, and it's time to find Hunter a nice, new assignment away from the only person in the entire OSI to provide back-up and believe in Hunter full-heartedly. Sending Hunter to Guam is Treister's version of sending his unruly "son" to military school, never mind the fact they're all in the military anyways.

Parent belittles non-conforming child, child grows into a bitter angry adult, becomes a parent and slowly has to Detangle and work through their past, even getting dragged back in after believing escape was possible, and now trying to do a tiny bit better by their own children. Not TOO much easier of course, cant get rid of that "walked to school uphill through snow both ways" attitude instilled. i think a main difference is that in the end Hunter was verbally loved by Treister and handed the OSI as a sign of trust, whilst Jonas spent zero screen time ever complimenting or being loving towards Rusty. So this leads to an unequal balance between Hunter and Rusty where Hunter can mind-control and take advantage of Rusty whereas Jonas and Treister were on more even-footing IMO.

Moreso, in "Any Which Way But Zeus", when everyone is passing out and checked out, Hunter is the only one still trying to come up with a reasonable plan but Treister completely interrupts and dismisses the plan out of hand. AND

AND Hunter is the only one given a 'female' code name "Kelly Clarkson", opposed to all other code names "Kenan and Kel" "Matthew Perry" "Orville Redenbacher", EXEPT of course "Topanga Lawrence" (she was an actress). Who was the only other person at the table Treister called a girl/disrespected (from a military masculinity complex)? BROCK. Hunter's protege. Previously, Treister had given a lot of respect to Brock even as a commander to an insubordinate...subordinate. "Still breathing, General Treister, sir.

No thanks to you." "Aw, you're lookin' fine, son." and the following: "Son, I believe your mind has gone AWOL. I shoulda seen this comin'.

Your work's been gettin' sloppy across the board, boy.........Why don't you come back with us so we can find you a nice, new assignment? Maybe somethin' a little easier on the ol' noggin'?"

Then the next interaction they have is Treister realizing Brock not only left the OSI but joined SPHINX with Hunter. That is all to explain why I feel like Treister is directly disrespecting them best he can while avoiding making things personal in front of power players in the villainous community. It's this whole power play exchange that reminds me of a family feud happening in front of company where the father is holding on by the skin of his teeth to not slap his kids.

Moving beyond that, Brock's own issues with masculinity are never brought up by Hunter. He gets the length of his hair mocked by others, is told constantly he's over-compensating, and is emasculated over his role within the Venture family. Never by Hunter, far as I can recall. And personally, I think Hunter nicknaming "boychick" is much softer and more affectionate than "boy" and "son" even because it's a very possessive word.

UMMMM to wrap up this post b/c idrk where I'm going anymore, I feel like Treister was a lot more influential to the background of the show than is obvious upon first viewing because he actually has been around so long and most likely has a very deep complicated relationship with Hunter that appears as Hunter unable to escape expectations of being a good soldier/son which reflects Jonas' relationship with Rusty as Rusty is unable to escape his father's infantilization of Rusty's capability and society's pre-determined expectation of him failing.

GIVE HUNTER A RX FOR ESTRADIOL SEASON 8!!!!!!!!

[incorrectbatfam]

Love them new criminals. Absolute gremlin energy.

Kellin: Gremlins? You call us gremlins? I will have you know that I was once an esteemed member of the League of Assassins and I can snap your neck in a dozen ways.

Molly: You got fired after a week. I wouldn't call that "esteemed."

Kellin: I told you, the turret was unbalanced!

Blaise: Only when you were on it.

Rob: Blaise, Molly, quit bullying Kellin and help me unload these supplies before my back gives out.

Milo: Boomer.

Rob: So that's is the thanks I get for housing you.

Milo: I'm only here 'cause Blaise sleeps in my car.

Rob: You don't have a job, you barely do any online school, and you can't even be bothered to put your dirty socks away.

Otto: Back in my day kids had more respect. I was delivering papers by ten and deployed in 'Nam by the time I was your age.

Milo: Mhm, and you had to walk five miles uphill both ways to school in the snow.

Otto: Damn right I did!

Mac, holding a box: Hey guys, where do you want these extra motors?

Gene: I'll take them. I've been working on a new chicken wing launcher. Patent pending.

Rob: Yeah, no. Your last prototype left the apartment smelling like lemon pepper for a week. Booker, put these in storage for me, please.

Booker: Yes sir! Uh... which storage?

Rob: There's only one.

Milo, looking outside: Guys...

Rob: One sec, I need to check something.

Milo: Um, guys.

Rob: I said hold on.b

Milo: *tugs Rob's sleeve*

Rob: *turns around to face Bruce*

Rob: Hey, Batman. What's up?

Bruce: A little birdie told me about some concerning activity.

Rob: Here? Not in the slightest.

Kellin: *hides*

Mac: *steps in front of the supplies*

Milo, under his breath: Don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious.

[izzyliker]

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[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

I love it when the boys talk about their childhoods and all the silly, extremely dorky shit they did to entertain themselves, because Grandpa Yoongi always inevitably says something like yeah the kids watching won't get this because back in our day we didn't have all this fancy technology and we had to walk uphill both ways in the snow to get to school