#at least my father is taking this somewhat serious now and researching intensely how to do this better

[robinsnest2111]

gonna be living on a construction site for the foreseeable future <3

beauty shot of the mold that was supposed to be gone according to my father from 2 years ago, hiding out behind the wallpaper <3

[cantdwellonanyofit]

The Pacific / Meta

I’m going to start that new thread because like you mentioned the old one is very long XD I’m always chuckling as I’m scrolling for ten years to get to the recent conversation.

@stolperzunge

I also think Gene always had anxiety pre-war. Plus throw in a little depression too as we've previously discussed. And now he's kind of a wreck. He manages it better as time goes on, but I think he'll always struggle. I also think he's determined though, and he'd try hard to overcome it by doing whatever recommendations his father would give him. I think being science minded makes you more prone to seeking out cures/research. Or am I projecting....again? XD Ohhh yes...Snafu is just like a little tomcat sliding up next to Gene and purring gently until he relaxes. And Gene always feels so honored by the affection because, just like a cat, it's not given freely to many people. Maybe Snafu rubs the bridge of Gene's nose or his eyebrow until he calms down *heart eyes emoji*

Okay but can you imagine Mr Heebie Jeebies, going into Mr Sledge’s doctors office at least once a week and being like “Sir, it’s serious! I have this spot there-” “Merriell, son… that’s just a mosquito bite…” Mkay, let me tell you something stolperzunge. Since I can't call you by your name since I don't know it (it’s like Sledgehammer/Snafu, it’s your lil’ nickname :'D) I often laugh pretty intensely at the things you say because you're absolutely hysterical. But this time..............There were tears in my eyes. How ....how did I NEVER think of this? How absolutely hysterical. And Snafu can't stop pronouncing ailments wrong and Mr. Sledge tries to take him seriously because he doesn't want to hurt Snafu's feelings. I've booked my ticket for this train and I won't be leaving you behind on it just because I can't cope with my emotions *stares at Snafu, shakes him gently* All aboard.

Snafu deeeeeefinitely liked Ack Ack. I think Snafu even saw him as a bit of a father figure, which was a very big deal for him. Snafu heads right into the war after losing his parents, and I think he was very lost in that direction. I think it helped him be a bit ruthless because he was thinking 'well, fuck it, I have no one to answer to.' But then Ack Ack is there and Snafu surprises himself by wanting to impress him. Or at least get his shit somewhat together around him? Then he dies, and Snafu is again struck by the loss of someone he loved. I like to be sad, folks. But I really feel that way. Even from their incredibly limited interactions...*clears throat loudly so you can't hear the forced hc's* Gene definitely admired Ack Ack. I think the whole lot of them admired and loved him. Ughhhhhh yeah, I really liked Hillbilly so I was like D: that entire scene. And the boys nearly getting themselves all killed just to carry HillyBilly, and Ack Ack is just like ‘take him back.’...so angsty. But I liked the dynamic of Ack Ack and Hillbilly. 'Excuse me, why are you guys beating the sh*t out of each other?' 'Old friends in Mobile? That explains it' I think they would've been a lot of fun if those two got up to banter.

Oh man, that's one AU I'd be obsessed with. Snafu and Leyden would be a riot together. When Leyden starts ragging on Peck about his 'girlfriend' after Peck gets shitty with Snafu, and Snafu is behind him just grinning....shitheads. I feel the same about the more I watch him the more I like him. That's so true! He does really cling to the gentle people and kind of take them under his wing. I really like Leyden being the only one to say what they were all thinking to Snafu 'grab a brush and help us?' I love his inability to back down from a fight. Including literally getting punched in the face. :| I die when Gene is fighting the Japanese soldiers after Bill is wounded and Leyden just keeps desperately calling out 'Gene' and reaching for him. (Side note, I was rewatching that scene to see what else I missed and the very next scene is the one where Ack Ack says you can't dwell on any of it, and I never noticed Gene looks right at Snafu then. And Snafu just casts his eyes down...@_@ CHARACTER ANALYSIS ACTIVATED.) I love Burgie, so much. Every scene he's in is a blessing. He’s so multifaceted. I like to think at some point after the war that Snafu and Gene would  go together to find Burgie solely because they miss him. 

I 100% see him pressing a kiss to the crown of Gene’s head at least once in their lifetime because this little man loves his ginger bff just so much! Yes! 100% ;_;

Definitely agree with you about faith! I think it's good to surround yourself with different practices and ideas. I think it helps people not get trapped in a bubble.

I always hate that when you throw out a quote and people are like '?????' XD

I looove the heebie jeebies scene!! And the sledgehammer/ball-peen hammer scene you also quoted! It’s fun to imitated their pronounciations even ^^ I love that scene too. Snafu is the worst and best. Also, not to be a Debbie downer but as I was going through some of the old scenes I forgot how much Snafu really ragged on Peck. I now have even more ammunition that Snafu would blame himself for Peck inevitably losing his shit. Just gonna casually take a good thing and ruin it XD 

[douchebagbrainwaves]

NO MATTER HOW DETERMINED YOU ARE, YOU SHOULD TRY TO PROVE IT, BECAUSE LORD-OF-THE-FLIES SCHOOLS AND BUREAUCRATIC COMPANIES ARE BOTH THE DEFAULT

I want to reach users, you do know what's happening inside it. Why?1 Just imagine how it would feel to call a support line and be treated as someone bringing important news. It's important to realize that, no, the adults don't know what you're going to look at the famous 1984 ad now, it's easier to read than a regular article. Which is not that different. But writing an interface to a piece of software doesn't teach you anything, because the main value of that initial version is not the hours but the responsibility. Teenage apprentices in the Renaissance seem to have been a mistake. So if intelligence in itself is less likely to introduce bugs. When you interview a startup and think they seem likely to succeed at all. But they're also too young to be left unsupervised.2 At best it was practice for real work.3 I must have explained something badly.

But evidence suggests most things with titles like this are linkbait.4 But I've learned never to say never about technology. As a general rule for finding problems best solved in one head. How much you should worry about being an outsider is being aware of one's own procrastination. If it's any consolation to the nerds, it's nothing personal. As an outsider, take advantage of direct contact with the medium. That scenario may seem unlikely now, but it wouldn't be a top priority. 0 out fast, then continue to improve the software, all you need is a department with the right colleagues in it. The remarkable thing about this project was that he wrote all the software in a Web-based software, you can in one step enable all your users to page people, or send faxes, or send faxes, or send commands by phone, or process credit cards, etc, just by installing the relevant hardware. A lot of the top 10,000 hackers, the route is at least straightforward: make the search engine you yourself want.

There is nothing inevitable about the current system. Now the frightening giant is Microsoft, and I think this will be the only kind that work everywhere. So if intelligence in itself is less likely to introduce bugs.5 You're at least close enough to work that the smell of dinner cooking.6 It seemed like selling out. After trying the demo, signing up for the service should require nothing more than filling out a brief form the briefer the better.7 For Web-based applications offer a straightforward way to outwork your competitors.

Next time, I won't.8 I've noticed some cracks in their fortress. The word try is an especially valuable component. But most kids would take that deal. So you don't have to rely on teaching or research funding to support oneself. I was talking recently to someone who knew Apple well, and I know it's the wrong thing to optimize. In software this kind of bug is the hardest to find, and also tends to have the computations happening on the desktop. It will seem preposterous to future generations that we wait till patients have physical symptoms to be diagnosed with conditions like heart disease and cancer.

Viaweb the developers were always in close contact with support. The more the work depends on imagination, the more hooks you have for new facts to stick onto—which means you accumulate knowledge at what's colloquially called an exponential rate. That's what they miss. Trying to write the software than because we expected users to want to be popular. Apple leaves no room there. As European scholarship gained momentum it became less and less important; by 1350 someone who wanted to buy them, however limited.9 I see someone laugh as they read a draft of an essay to friends, there are two great universities, but they're such assholes. 1 that effectively all the returns are concentrated in a few top university departments and research labs—partly because talent is harder to judge, and partly to get exactly what we wanted. The alarming thing is, he'd know enough not to have to work on projects with an intensity in both senses that few insiders can match.

I've said some harsh things in this essay I found that after following a certain thread I ran out of ideas? The remarkable thing about this project was that he wrote all the software in a Web-based applications, everything you associate with startups is taken to an extreme with Web-based software will be written on this model.10 Make them do more at your peril. Or rather, I don't think they realize how much software development is affected by the way it is released.11 In startups one person may have to use it, and group themselves according to whatever shared interest they feel most strongly. Teenagers seem to have made that deal, though perhaps none of them had any choice in the matter.12 We would leave a board meeting to fix a serious bug in OS X, instead of releasing a software update immediately, they had to submit their code to an intermediary who sat on it for a month and then rejected it because it yields the best results.13

That's what school, prison, and ladies-who-lunch all lack.14 Version 4. And unlike other potential mistakes on that scale, it costs nothing to fix. But, in my school at least, a better writer than someone who wrote eleven that were merely good. Just imagine how it would feel to call a support line and be treated as someone bringing important news.15 For example, most people seem to miss most is the lack of time. But when you choose a language, you're also choosing a community.

How do you get them to switch. That's what I thought before Viaweb, to the extent I thought about the question at all. My current development machine is a MacBook Air, which I spent worrying about, but not writing, my dissertation. My father's entire industry breeder reactors disappeared that way. We had general ideas about things we wanted to hear from customers. It's just a legitimate sounding way of saying: we don't like your type around here. One of my tricks for generating startup ideas is to imagine the ways in which we'll seem backward to future generations that we wait till patients have physical symptoms to be diagnosed with cancer. They're like someone trying to play soccer while balancing a glass of water.16

Notes

These false positive rates are untrustworthy, as Prohibition and the hundreds of thousands of small and use whatever advantages that brings. But the change is a constant.

Some graffiti is quite impressive anything becomes art if you saw Jessica at a 5 million cap. The banks now had to bounce back. Even college textbooks are not very far along that trend yet.

I'd say the raison d'etre of prep schools do, just harder. 001 negative effect on college admissions process. Whereas the value of a long time I thought there wasn't, because users' needs often change in the US News list tells us is what approaches like Brightmail's will degenerate into once spammers are pushed into using mad-lib techniques to generate everything else in the same lesson, partly because you can work out. You'd have to include in your plans, you have to deliver the lines meant for a monitor.

Only a fraction of VCs even have positive returns. Letter to Oldenburg, quoted in Westfall, Richard. Median may be exaggerated by the government, it is less secure.

I'm not saying you should avoid.

Charismatic candidates will tend to be room for startups to have figured out how to do that? We often discuss revenue growth.

This is a variant of Reid Hoffman's principle that if there is one of them is that promising ideas are not more. In that case the implications are similar.

They overshot the available RAM somewhat, causing much inconvenient disk swapping, but they were, they'd be proportionately more effective, leaving less room for something that would get shut down in the body or header lines other than those I mark. Maybe the corp dev people are these days. After a while we can teach startups a lot of money around is never something people treat casually. But while this sort of wealth, seniority will become less common for founders; if they seem pointless.

There need to raise a series of numbers that are only slightly richer for having these things. Later you can make things very confusing. On the other cheek skirts the issue; the idea that was more because they couldn't afford a monitor is that everyone gets really good at sniffing out any red flags about the new top story. Not all were necessarily supplied by the Corporate Library, the initial capital requirement for German companies is that there's more of it, but they can't legitimately ask you a series A from a book from a VC recently who said they wanted, so I called to check and in some cases the process of selling things to the founders' salaries to the point where it does, the best case.

01.

Throw in the same amount of stock options than any of his peers will get funding, pretty much regardless of how you spent all your time working on is a negotiation.

All he's committed to rejecting it.

Later we added two more modules, an image generator were written in C, and most sophisticated city in the startup is rare. A round. Record labels, for the same reason 1980s-style knowledge representation could never have left PARC.

On the other team.

The problem in high school is that you end up making something that flows from some central tap.

The more people would be to advertise, and this destroyed all traces. But their founders, if you're attacked in this way. As a rule, if an employer hired men based on that? As Paul Buchheit points out, it's hard to say that Watt reinvented the steam engine.

Thanks to Harjeet Taggar, Ben Horowitz, Dan Siroker, Jessica Livingston, rew Mason, Paul Buchheit, and Trevor Blackwell for smelling so good.

[sparrowkingsley]

New Legends of Tomorrow 00

“Within The Footsteps" Part One

Time Tribunal Headquarters, The Vanishing Point

“Laurel Olivia Lance you are once again standing before the Time Tribunal for breaking the timeline. You have caused various abbreviations resulting with a level seven time quake. What is your appeal against these charges?”

Laurel smirked. It had all been harmless fun and the Legends were already “fixing" her interference of the timeline. So, Cleopatra had become ruler of the Roman Empire? All thanks to one little tank from the year 2370 she may have loaned to her. Which then led to her conquering the entire globe but still. No big deal, right?

“My good Tribunal I feel that I must respond to you with my own question. Don’t the pyramids of Los Angeles look lovely this time of year?”

She heard a disapproving groan and snicker behind her. She didn’t have to look back to know the groaner was her Mom, Ava Sharpe. The laugh came from her closest friend. The Time Tribunal before her all muttered amongst themselves before turning back to her with an agreed verdict.

“Due to you being underage and your intern status as a Legend we are sentencing you to five hundred hours of community service. Your time license shall be revoked pending restoration following your sentence. You will be released to the custody of your legal guardians. This court is adjourned.”

Her handcuffs were removed. Once again, her charisma had paid off. She was proud of the fact. At least till she turned around to face her mom.

“Your charisma is not what saved you. You’re lucky they choose to give you such a light sentence. You can’t keep doing this.”

Oh, that serious look of disappointment her mom Ava was so famous for.  It made her break out in a spurt of laughter. The stare grew more intense, but it didn’t phase her much. She was used to it. Still she bit down her amusement. After all she loved both her mothers even if they didn’t really understand her. Not for lack of trying or anything. They just had different goals in life.

“Sorry for being me. Your wonderful, drop dead gorgeous, prankster of a daughter. Always breaking time. Hey, just like you and mom? Right?”

“Laurel, please, enough. Honestly, I just, I don’t know what to even say at this point. Come on. I’m taking you home.”

Laurel let a defeated sigh and followed her mom without any more smart remarks. They say that following in your mother’s footsteps can be a difficult thing to do. Try having two sets of the best to follow.

“So Lo, you really messed up the timeline,�� Her friend paused as she fell into step beside her, “This time.”

“Oh, Heywood. You complete me.”

Indie Rae Heywood. The woman who had turned down the Air Force and NASA to step into the shoes of her father, Nathaniel Heywood. Together they had joined the Intern Legend Program. Indie was the future Steel. Laurel was, well she was never really meant to be a Legend. Indie had always been destined to be one. Her best friend was truly amazing.

“Hmm, well even though you didn’t let me come with you I still left some of my mom’s kimchi for you back at your place.”

“Oh did you? What about those spicy, stir-fried rice cakes of her’s?”

Indie chuckled, “Yes. Of course, I did. I know how much you like tteokbokki.”

“What would I do without you?”

Indie shoved her shoulder against her friend playfully, “Get caught obviously.”

Laurel first instinct was to laugh her off but when Indie took her hand, she felt her throat tighten instead. She laced her fingers with Indie's. Somehow no matter the façade Indie always knew what she needed. She saw pass the fake smile. Saw pass the illusion of laughter. Laurel didn’t know how she was going to cope without her.

“Thanks for being here, Heywood.”

“Nowhere else I would be.”

******

Midway City, The Stein Institute

A few months ago, Ronnie had begun to dive into the research of his grandfather’s greatest discovery. Dived into his legacy. The legacy that was Firestorm. The very something he had promised his mother he would not tinker with. Except recently his mind had driven him to work on it. Once he had started he just couldn’t stop. Now here he was staring at it again. He had made his own stable core. It was… astonishing.

“Hello, Ronnie? Oh Dr. Stein! Seriously, where are you?”

He quickly ran out of his test chamber and slammed the door behind him. He scrambled out of his hazard suit almost tripping on his face he was moving so fast.

“Martina?”, he gasped as he entered his study,” What are you doing here?”

“We had a late lunch date, remember?”

“Yes at 2:30 and it’s only,” he stared at his Palmer tech watch, “4:37. I apologize, I got so caught up in my work. I was running an experiment-!”

She waved a hand at him, “Ronnie, don’t worry. It’s basically how you operate and I adore you. You’re my family and the other thing bothering me right now is that I brought you some vegan tortas and your workspace is such a mess I have no where to put them.”

Ronnie laughed, “I’ll find you a spot don’t worry.”

After quickly rearranging his workspace and clearing his clutter they sat down together. Even though the two were five years apart they had always been close. When Martina called him family she wasn’t exaggerating. They had always been a part of each other’s lives. His grandfather and her father were two halves of the second incarnation of the hero Firestorm. Having it so close and not telling her what he had achieved felt wrong. It was for the best. She was leaving for MIT tomorrow. She didn’t need to know what he was planning.

“So, want to let me in on your latest project? Or am I just going have to guess?”, she teased him, “Dr. Stein tell me about your latest revolution.”

Of course, she would ask. He was a such terrible liar.

“Well, I have made a recent breakthrough but as I recall you told me you wanted to speak to me about something. So, tell me, what’s been on your mind.”

“Nothing I just, well honestly,” Martina sighed, her mood sour, “Edward and I we… broke up.”

“Oh, I am so sorry to hear that.”  He placed his hand on her shoulder in support, “What happened?”

“I broke it off. We are both going to be so involved in our studies and I just, I know it was the right decision but Ronnie, I devastated him. I waited too long. He had been so hopeful. I’ve never seen him so, well he is absolutely heartbroken."

“At least you both chose to live in the dorms and not with each other.”

“Thankfully. That would have been less than ideal.”

She seemed like she wanted to say more but she just leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes instead. The truth was she was heartbroken as well. They would only be two miles away from each other. He was going to Harvard and it had all seemed so perfect. Except it wasn’t. Not for her. She didn’t understand why.

“Did you hear about the latest stunt your favorite intern Legend pulled?”

Martina groaned, “Seriously Ronnie? I am already in a bad mood and you have to bring her up? I can not believe they even allow her near time travel capable mechanisms. She is truly the most insufferable person I have ever met.”

“I thought I could perhaps give you some comfort in letting you know the Tribunal did revoke her time license.”

“That actually does make me feel somewhat better. Did they finally remove her from the Legend program? Please say yes!”

Ronnie pushed his glasses off the brim of his nose as he shook his head, “No. As far as I heard all that happened was, she lost her license and has to do some community service. I wonder what kind of community service she will be required to do? Will it be temporal related if she does not have her time traveling privileges?”

“Ugh, she gets away with everything!”

“Why does she bother you so much?”

“Because Ronnie" She wrinkled her nose in distaste, “She thinks she can do what she wants whenever she wants. She never accounts for others or consequences. She’s not just some nuisance, she is literally a time criminal!”

 Martina and Laurel had never gotten along. Even when they were little the two butt heads. Laurel always pulling her latest prank. She seemed to get a particular kick out of pranking Martina since she always got a tremendous reaction from her. Saying that they didn’t like each other was an understatement.

As he was about to continue their conversation his alarm system started going off. He jumped up and started typing into his computer furiously. The core was suddenly unstable. Why was it unstable?

“Ronnie, what is going on?”

“I don’t, I’m not certain. My project it has become unstable and, Martina you have to get out of here.”

“What? No, Ronnie! I’m not leaving you. Just tell me what’s happening, and I’ll help y-!”

“There is no time to debate this.” He moved away from his computer and sprinted to his lab. “Get out of here!”

He opened the lab door and he instantly paled when he realized his containment was already falling. It was too late. The lab, the city, the core would destroy it all.

“Oh my god, Ronnie is that? Did you? You made Firestorm?”

“I did and I… I have failed. I can’t stop it Martina. There is nothing we can do.”

She took his hand, “There has to be a way Ronnie. We must stop this. We have to stop it together!”

“Martina, I-!”

He didn’t have a chance to say anything else. Glass shattered. The building shook. Their hands stayed locked as the radiation engulfed them. Like he had said. It was just too late.

******

Coast City, Pro Motocross Championship

Nothing was more satisfying than the feel of a Palmer original singing and vibrating through your whole being. The thrill. The roar of the bike that pushed out the crowd. And winning. Winning gave him a rush that he could only compare to the joy of building his very first engine from scratch.

As he met the checkered flag, he lifted his hands in victory and blew a kiss to the crowd as he took his victory lap around the track. He dismounted covered in dirt. He rode the wave of his success taking in all the praise. He lifted his trophy high above his head. This was all he wanted in life.

The crowd receded and the interviews finally came to an end. He helped his team load his masterpiece. This may have been the world championship but there was always more races. Always new tracks to conquer.

“Great race, Damien.”

Damien turned around in order to greet a fan and was met with an identical face. It would have been like looking in a mirror except his twin always wore that green cloak while he tended to be in his motocross gear most days.

“Carson freakin’ Palmer! Give me a hug bro!”

Carson rolled his eyes but gave into his brother’s whim pulling him in a tight hug. They hadn’t seen each other in three years. Carson had been off the grid somewhere honing his magical skills. Having him back just made everything feel so complete in that moment.

He let his brother go, “So you saw the race huh?”

“Of course. You left everyone in your dust. I’m proud of you, Damien.”

“Mom and Dad know you’re back on the grid?”

“I called them after I landed.”

“All that magic training must have really paid off if you’re out here flying around like Superman.”

Finally, Carson let out a laugh and Damien grinned in triumph. Carson could be so serious sometimes. It was good to see he could still make him laugh after all this time. He really did miss spending time with his brother.

“ So, race season is officially over, right?”

“Oh yeah, but there is always a race somewhere and you know me, can’t stay off the track too long.”

Carson scratched the back of his head, “Yeah, I know. I know how much you love spending time on that bike of yours. She’s definitely a beauty.”

“Carson, you know you can ask me anything so go ahead and ask. Safe space. You’ll always have one with me.”

“I know you love racing and I would never ask you to leave it permanently, but the truth is, I missed you while I was gone. I’m officially joining the Legends. Now that my training is over I just, I want to be a team again.”

“You want me to suit up again? Science and magic, side by side nobly standing up against injustice?”

“The Druid and The Conduit. Together again. What do you say?”

Damien looked at his brother and grinned, “Traveling through hyperspace ain't like dusting crops, farm boy!”

Carson broke into a grin that matched his brother's, “Glad you have my back.”

“And you always will.”

******

 Star City, Intern Legends Training Facility

They were not sure why they had decided to join the team. Legacies like them were always offered invitations. Except they had been solely focused on setting free their art, their stories into the world. They had fans and everyone wanted to know who Clever Ascribe was. Except they didn’t want the limelight. They just wanted to work on their craft. Create their worlds and share them openly. So why had they accepted the invitation?

“Axl, you seem to be unfocused on the task at hand.”

“Sorry about that, Gideon. What were you saying?”

“I was saying that your infield training has improved by eight percent. Thanks to your involvement all abbreviations produced by young Lance’s latest interference with the timeline has been fixed and the timeline has been restored.”

“It would appear so.”

Gideon placed her hand on the intern’s shoulder, “You seem less than thrilled about this success. Would you like to take about it?”

Gideon sat down across from them. For years now she had been given freedom from the Waverider thanks to her android form. She had left her life of containment and now was head of the New Legends program. The program was bringing in younger members to train under safe conditions before becoming full members. Axl Ford was the grandchild of one Mick Rory. They were doing well in the program and Gideon believed they would be a Legend of their own in no time. Even with their personal uncertainties.

“To be honest. I’m sort of sad to see those pyramids of Los Angeles disappear. So much art that could have been, a whole world history vanished from existence. Brought out only because of one piece of technology introduced to a powerful woman seeking to be remembered. It is an existence only we have knowledge of. A somber beauty encased in our memory.”

“Axl, I don’t quite understand your viewpoint if I am being honest. But I would like you to know, your perspective is marvelous.”

Axl hummed as they sat forward, steepling their fingers under their chin, “Thank you for your kind words, Gideon. Is my performance assessment over?”

“Yes. You are free to go.”

Axl left and entered their room. They stood at their easel as their latest mission flowed through their mind. Before they could even comprehend their own movements, their hands began their work. It had been awhile since their work had so easily flowed through them.  It was cathartic. It was spiritual. It was why they were meant to be there. Now they understood. They had answered the call of the universe.

******

The Household of Sara Lance and Ava Sharpe

“I fucking love your mom's cooking. You’re lucky she is married to your dad because if she wasn’t, you’d be calling me mommy, Heywood. I’d marry her just so I could eat like this for life.”  

Indie cringed at her friend’s words, “There is so much wrong with what you just said, and you know I love you but ew. Seriously like, what the hell, Lo?”

Laurel let out that signature laugh of hers. Why’d she have to be so cute? How could she say the most absurd and ridiculous things and still make her heart beat hard inside her chest? Why did she have to be in love with her best friend? The best friend she knew better than anyone else. The best friend that would always close herself off, even to her.

“You know, I can’t believe your mom is letting us just hang out up here together. I mean you literally just committed a time crime and were officially charged by the Time Tribunal.”

“Hmm, well I lost access to the Waverider, my time couriers and I’m stuck for twenty days plus some change doing who knows what. She’s probably doing all this for you. I’m guessing we won’t be seeing each other again for awhile.”

Laurel had plopped down on her bed. Her now empty bowl set aside as she put her hands behind her head. She was lost in thought. Her mind shuffling around with ideas. Indie could tell by the way her grey eyes shifted ever so slightly back and forth, how her foot tapped excessively, and how she bit her lower lip. Damn. Indie really wanted to kiss her.

“Three weeks won’t be so bad.” Indie sat down next to her friend but faced away from her. Staring at her was not good for her heart. “I mean after all this you’ll be back. We keep are heads down for awhile. We follow the rules. Oh, and we definitely don’t give historical figures tanks again.”

“We huh? Last time I checked it was me who was breaking rules and timelines. Not you, Heywood.”

“Yeah but we’re a team. We’ve always been a team and this, what happened today, won’t change that. Me and you will always be there for each other.”

It was quiet after she said that. Laurel would usually quip back with a joke or smart-ass comment but for once she didn’t. They sat in that uncomfortable silence for what felt like hours. Then she said five words. Five words that made Indie feel like she had taken a sucker punch to the gut.

“I’m not coming back, Heywood.”

She turned around and saw her friend had sat up. She was looking out her window, her legs pulled tight against her chest. How could she just say something like that? How could she say that and not even look her in the eye when she did? And she wasn’t going get away with it either. Indie punched her hard in the shoulder.

“Ow, geezz Heywood!”

“Don’t.” Punch! “Geezz.” Punch! “Heywood.” Punch! “Me!” Punch and Punch!

“Okay, okay! Stop with the punching bag routine already! I give up! God, you have a nasty left hook you know that?”

“Don’t avoid the question!”

“What question? You haven’t asked a question.”

Indie huffed, “Well I meant to and I’m gonna. What do you mean you’re not coming back?”

The laughter, the smile that she used to hide behind wasn’t there. Indie had seen the mask fall away before but never like this. She had never seen Laurel look so sad. So vulnerable. It took her breath away.

“Heywood, I’m named after some pretty amazing heroes. And my moms, they are both the definition of what a Legend should be. The truth is I’m nothing like them. I’m never going to be. It’s not who I am. I’m not, I’m not good enough to be a Legend.”

Indie couldn’t believe the words she was hearing. Laurel saying such horrible things about herself made her want to cry. She wanted to just pull her in hug and hold her close. Instead she took her hands in her's.

“Do you remember how I told you the Air Force and NASA were both taking an interest in me and right after that I was accepted into the intern Legends program. Do you remember what I told you?”

“You told me what I already knew. That you wanted to Be a Legend but you wanted to step on the moon more. You were afraid that if you went into the Legends program now that you would lose that opportunity. You didn’t want that.”

“Yeah and remember what you did for me? For my sixteenth birthday you stole the jump ship right from under your moms' noses and flew right up to my front door. You wouldn’t tell me where we were going. You just said, ‘Surprise Heywood! Get in.’ Then suddenly we are in the year 1869 and I didn’t get why? Then you told me that I deserved to be the first person to ever step foot on the moon and I was going to make history a hundred years early.”

Laurel smiled, “Well yeah. It was my best plan ever. Then you pretty much ruined everything when you took that first step and said some lame movie quote.”

“It’s not the years, honey. It’s the mileage. I’ll have you know that is my favorite Indiana Jones quote! The fact you still don’t appreciate those movies after all this time legit hurts me! I’m named after him you know.”

“Yeah, a fictional archeologist and the one and only Raymond Palmer. You are literally named after your dad’s imaginary best friend and his real best friend.”

“Truth bomb aside, do you realize just how amazing that day was?” She squeezed her hands affectionately. Their eyes locked. “That day we played tag in lower gravity, hopping around after each other like we were little kids again. You used giant moon rocks to spell out our initials. The LOL and IRH that we left behind are so massive that when astronomers discovered it, they freaked out. They thought it was some sort of attempt at alien communication. Then we erected the LGBTQIA+ flag and claimed the moon for the whole community. That was the best day of my life. And you’re the one that gave it to me. You erased my doubts by making my dream come true. I didn’t have to worry about losing it anymore. You say you’re not good. But you are. You say you’ll never be a Legend. But you are one. You have been one your whole life. You’ve always been a Legend to me.”

As she spoke, she had not realized how close they had gotten. They were so close their noses were almost touching. In that moment they both had seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. All Indie had to do was lean in and their lips could touch. Indie placed her palm against Laurel's cheek. She was finally going to do it. Finally, she was going to have the courage to let Laurel know exactly how she felt about her. Today was going to become the new best day of her life.

“Ahem.”

They jumped away from each other. Both their faces flushed as they found they had obtained an audience. The audience of Sara Lance.

“Oh hey, Sara we were just talking um, I should probably go huh?”

“Probably for the best, Indie. I need to talk to Laurel alone and you really should be getting back to the facility.”

“Right, yeah so totally right! Righty, right.”

Embarrassed Indie scrambled out of Laurel's bed and practically ran to the door. Nervous she spun around to look back. She needed to say something cool. Something cool and memorable.

“Lo, I’ll um, I’ll see you or I’ll um, talk to you or, I’ll k-um no I mean, I’ll miss you! But like see you, when your sentence is like over and we’ll hang and stuff, um yeah. Bye?” That. That was so very much the opposite of cool.

Then Laurel flashed that smile at her. Her genuine smile. That perfect, beautiful smile that she always seemed to save for her.

“See ya, Heywood.”

Laurel watched her best friend smile brightly at her before then walking right into the doorframe. She was such a goof. How could someone be so utterly and perfectly ridiculous? Even after she had left the room Laurel found herself staring after her. Everything else forgotten in her mind.

“So, you and Heywood, huh?”

Oh right. She had so totally forgotten about her mom being there. What did she just say?

“W-what?”

“Oh, you know, I was just saying that you two are absolutely adorable and you need to make a move and stop leaving her pining after you already.”

Laurel didn’t think her face could get any redder but suddenly she felt like she might burst. “I was, we were just talking, it was, it wasn’t anything like that okay.”

“Right. Is that why you’re blushing right now? Because you and Indie were just talking? She adores yoooouuuuu. And you liiiikkkeee her.”

“Mom, stop!” Laurel ran her hands down her face with a groan, “Seriously just, can you just stop making a big deal out of nothing and just get to the lecture already? I can’t take it when you act this way.”

“Well if you’re so eager for me to provide you with a lecture, I got one just for you, kiddo. Which lecture did Ava lay on you by the way?”

“Lecture number four.”

“Right and which one was that again?”

She started counting off her fingers, “Point one, I just don’t understand what you were thinking. Two, do you want to end up in jail? Because that’s what’s going to happen if you keep doing this. Third, the whole I am disappointed, you are better than this argument. Ending with point number four, wait till your mother gets here.”

Sara laughed, “Did she make me bad cop?”

“No. She pretty much laid down the law letting me know I’m stuck in this house when I’m not doing my community service. Basically, lock down mode is my life. You’re just here to back her up.”

“Sounds about right.”

“You already talked to her didn’t you.”

“Obviously, now scoot and come sit next to me.”

Together they sat on the edge of her bed. Moments like this were her favorite although she would never admit it out loud. Just sitting with her mom, with either of them, she was at her most content. The one thing that she never had to question was them. The love they had for her.

“Want to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Too much. Like always.”

Sara pulled her into a sideways hug, “What can I do to help?”

“Hmm I don’t know. Maybe give me permission to have a pet dinosaur.”

“Ha, again with the pet dinosaur routine. You’ve been pulling that one since you were three.”

“Um, cause dinosaurs are awesome and we have full access to be able obtain one whenever we want.”

“Okay, well first you’ve watched Jurassic Park movies your whole life and you still don’t get having any in modern ages is a horrible idea? Having a t-rex come charging at you is not fun. I literally have real life experience of such an encounter. And second, one of us has officially lost their time travel eligible status. Literally less than an hour ago. Lockdown mode, remember?”

Laurel groaned, “Don’t remind me. Being stuck in one time is so boring and yeah I know, actions equals consequences I get it.”

“You know, you were set to graduate the program next month and now who knows when you will be able to. I have a feeling that there is a definite connection to that and your latest reinvention of reality. Am I hitting the mark? Cause I’m sensing a bull’s-eye and I always hit my target. Trained assassin, remember?”

Laurel bit down on her tongue. Her mom was right, obviously. Sara could always see where she was going three steps ahead and Ava was always the one to react and pull her back into a safety net whenever she did ever take things too far.

When Laurel was four, she was climbing up a tree Sara had told her not too. It was too tall, and she would get scared. Laurel did it anyway. She climbed so high, Sara watching her, letting her learn for herself.  Then she looked down and froze. Scared, terrified. When she started crying, Ava came running and had her back down as quick as a speedster.

Of course, they made up quickly. Her moms could never stay mad at each other for long. That memory was one of her most solid memories. Memory that told her that her moms were both there for her. They would never let her down. They would love her no matter what. And yet…

“It is a possibility I suppose. You haven’t been an active assassin in so long. You’ve probably lost your touch.”

Her mom put her in a playful headlock, “Oh yeah, you sure about that? Maybe a noogie will make you think twice about that, kiddo.”

“Okay, okay! Stop!” She spurted with laughter, Momma, seriously? I take it back, cut it out already.”

Sara released her, “See, I still got it.”

“Yeah, yeah you do.”

“Serious talk time. I know you don’t want to talk about it right now and that’s okay. But I need you to hear me, playing with time like that, just for kicks, you know that’s not the right thing to do. The timeline is sacred. Yes. I’ve told you time and time again. I get it. You’re seventeen, you don’t need to know everything you want right now but you can’t keep running away from it all either.  No matter what you decide or if you change your mind down the line, your mom and I are not going anywhere. We are co-captains of the ship named supporting and loving you always. Even if you are someone who wants to put all her energy in being some kind of time rouge. Don’t ever forget that. I love you.”

Laurel sighed but smiled. She let her mom pull her into a full on hug now. She returned it with no resistance. Her mind and heart settling as she found comfort. Comfort in the knowledge that she would always have a place to come home. In the arms of her parents.

“I love you too.”

“Come on, let’s go downstairs. You have your mom literally about to go up the walls. Her pacing is burning a hole through the floor and the least you could do is tell her that you’re going to at least try and behave yourself for awhile.”

“Hmm, no promises.”

“You’re a literal nightmare, you know that?”

“Geez, wonder where I get that from?”

“Oh yeah? You want to play that game?” Sara jumped up and hurried to the door, “Guess I should tell your mom what you and Heywood were doing up here then.”

Laurel stumbled as she followed out the door after her, “Wait, don’t! We weren’t doing anything! Don’t say anything about whatever you think happened! You don’t have proof of anything!”

“Right, so you were just casually just staring deeply into each other's eyes? You never had a spark like that when you were dating that guy Josh. You need to go for it like I said. She won’t wait for you forever.”

“It is not like that! She is my best friend!”

“Best friend you have the hots for! Let’s let your mom weigh in. Oh, Ava! Guess what!”

They made it down the stairs and the chase continued all the way into the kitchen. Ava nearly getting barreled over as the two started grappling with each other. Laurel trying and failing to keep her mama silent. Sara laughing as she painted a picture of the love scene to Ava as she told her what she walked in on.

“Oh, so you two finally confessed to each other? About time. That Josh you were dating never made enough effort the way Indie does to be there for you. I am so happy for you. You’re still grounded. When you finish your community service and prove you’re not going to be breaking the timeline again, we’ll help you plan your date together.”

“Indie and I aren’t dating! We aren’t, seriously both of you are making a big deal out of nothing.”

“Your face says otherwise, dear.”

“See. You two have sparkage! You liiiikkkeee her. You want her to be your giiirrlllfriend!”

“Uggghhhh, why are you both like this? So embarrassing.”

“Easy,” Ava pulled her into a hug, “Because we love you. We want you to be happy. Even if you are a time criminal. I’m your mom and as frustrating as you can be, you’re still my little beam of sunshine. No matter how old you get that will never change.”

“I’m so reaching my limit of this lovey, dovey mom stuff. Please. Stop.”

Sara joined in forming a family group hug, “It’s part of your punishment so you’re going to have to deal with it for a little while longer. Got it, kiddo.”

“Fine. Whatever. Just get it over with.”

Oh, but the truth? The truth was that Laurel wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right then. No other time. No other moment. This was the right time and there would never be a wrong time for moments like this. Moments in time like these, with her moms, could never be broken. She would make sure of it.

*******

Midway City, The Stein Institute

Eyes opened and fear, confusion and pain flooded all their senses. All that seemed to exist was the fire. The fire and the need to break free of it.

Ronnie!? Ronnie, where are you? I feel, so strange I think, I think… I don’t think I’m okay.

He could hear her but couldn’t see her. Ronnie slowly got to his feet. His head spun and he reached out to try to steady himself. Then he froze. His hands. His hands were no longer his hands.

M-martina, where are you? Are we? I think we are… oh. Oh, I’m so sorry, Martina.

Now those hands were shaking uncontrollably. Clenching as purple flame poured out of them. Panic took over as more flame began to surround them. Their feet left the ground as their fire drove them into flight.

Ronnie? Ronnie what the actual frack? Are we? Are we, what I think we are right now?

I didn’t want, I mean I didn’t think… the core was stable and I, I never meant to drag you into this Martina.

Ronnie you told your mom you wouldn’t, you promised me you wouldn’t! And I do not, no. No, no I’m going to MIT I’m not, I don’t want this! I never wanted this!

Her frustration fueled their flames. Thanks to their merge the damage was contained to just his lab. The rest of the building could still be saved. They needed to work together.

Martina please. I know this is my fault. But we need to remain calm. We can figure this out. Together. You and I, we can figure this out.

Their shared form took a deep breath. Once again, their feet were back on the ground. The flames dissolved. Their minds became focused.

Your mom would be the best option for us, wouldn’t she? She could help us better than anyone else. She knows about your granddad’s research better than anyone. Well except maybe you.

Perhaps. Although I would prefer not informing her about any of this if possible. She might literally have my head for this one.

The things I’m willing to do for you, Ronald Stein. Fine. In that case we have one other option at this point, and I’ll have you know you’re going to be owing me for this one for the rest of our lives you got that?

What are you suggesting?

We are going to visit some old friends.

*******

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So this is going to be either a two parter or a three parter, don’t know how far I want to take it. Stupid Soulmate AU, should have never touched it, I tell you….

Title: Say When (fun fact: I suck at titles)

Paring : Shouto Todoroki | Momo Yaoyorozu

Rated : T (for now)

When Momo first hears about soulmates she’s five. She keeps asking mommy about the funny mark by her shoulder. Mommy finally tells her as long as she keeps it a secret. Momo agrees excitedly, she loves having secrets with mommy, as much as she likes making things for her.

According to mommy, the mark on her shoulder is the symbol of her soulmate. Momo asks what a soulmate is, and mommy tells her it’s a life partner or friend. She tells Momo not to mention it around daddy, ‘remember, its a secret! Lets not speak about it anymore.’

Momo is giddy at the idea of having a friend for like and asks mommy if daddy is her soulmate. She then remembers that mommy said not to speak of it anymore and jumps and runs to her room giggling set on deciphering the mark. She misses the look of sadness on mommys face left from the question. “Then daddy must be your soul mate right…..”

Shouto learns about soulmates at school. All the other kids are talking about their marks and comparing their symbols. It’s nonsense, he thinks as his hand tightens around his left wrist remembering his father yelling at his mother. He remembers her cries, and he remembers her being taken away after she couldn’t bare to see the sight of him and left her own mark on his face. Soulmates, he thinks trying to scratch away the ugly looking doll mark, what a joke.

As she grows, she never brings up the topic of soulmates, as promised. She does do research on her own though, enthralled by the idea of one day finding her partner. She’s been feeling lonelier these days and the house has been particularly cold and even tense. Her mother and father don’t talk like they used too, and her mother has even moved to a different wing claiming that it needed a little life. She examines the mark everyday, trying to narrow down what her mark is, she can’t tell if it’s a cross, or fireworks or flames or just a bunch of squigglies, she has a difficult mark for sure.

One day she’s called into her fathers office, and when she enters her mother is there as well as a big intimidating man and a boy her age. The boy has red and white hair, and he also has a rather sizable scar on his face. She thinks he’s pretty cute, aside from the serious expression he’s too young to be bearing and she can’t help but think that she hopes he’s not her soul mate. He’d be no fun to have as a partner. As it turns out, it’s irrelevant, he’s her fiancé, which is ridiculous, they’re only 10. She wants to ask all types of questions, she wants the boy, Shouto, to say something as well.

She’s about to speak up when she looks at her mom, and her mom just gives a shake of her head. 'No’. Knowing better she keeps her mouth shut and shakes the boys cold hand. It’s at this age it all clicks, the promise to keep the subject quiet around father, the cold atmosphere, her mother leaving on an indefinitely extended vacation. It’s at this age she stops looking at the stupid mark.

Shouto doesn’t hear about Momo again until he hears from his father that she’s going to be attending UA. They’ve never met again, due to his father’s schedule, and Shouto doesn’t mind because the whole thing is a farce. When he recalls the young quiet girl he almost snorts at the idea of her attending a hero academy, on recommendation no less. The places money get you… he can’t help but think, and stops paying attention to his father who is going on about how Shouto must act.

Momo leaves early for UA, excited to get out of the empty mansion, and end up being one of the first students in the classroom. She sees a seat at the rear of the classroom and decides she’d like to sit there. She’s been home schooled and would prefer to be seated in the back if only to be able to have a view at all of the other students. She makes her way to the chosen desk and settles herself in. Once settled, she pulls out a book and decides to do some light reading pausing to look up every time a new student would walk through in curiosity.

She gets a little too engrossed in her reading that she doesn’t notice someone taking a seat next to her until the scrape from the chair moving startles her. She looks up and glances at the boy next to her and does a double take. She knows him, yes of course, this is Shouto Todoroki, the boy she’s engaged to, the one she hasn’t seen in years. His red and white hair, the burn mark on his face….there’s not doubt about it. She turns her attention back to her book, embarrassed that she was staring, and is stuck on the same page until the home room teacher decides to join them.

Shouto notices her as soon as he enters the classroom. She looks the same as she did when they first met. Though he knew she was going to be in the school, he didn’t expect them to be in the same class. He debates wether or not to sit next to her, but ends up doing it anyway. He likes the seats in the back of the room, he likes to be left alone. That’s why he sits in the back, he tells himself, not because of her, he doesn’t even know her. He sees her head pop out from the book she’s reading when he sits down and can feel her staring at him. He guesses she’s shocked to see him, for she stares for a good minute before returning to her book. He can practically hear the cogs turning in her head and it’s amuses him somewhat.

He chances a glance at her whiles she’s reading and notices that’s it’s a chemistry text book. It’s an interesting choice to say the least, and it gets him thinking about what quirk she has. He’s never paid attention to his father so if he was told, he doesn’t remember. The home room teacher makes his presence known in a rather unorthodox way, and he finds that he won’t be thinking about her quirk too long, he’ll be seeing it.

Her teacher, Aizawa, is pretty intense, she thinks. He has threatened to expel the student with the lowest grade after today’s display of their quirks. She wants to believe he’s bluffing, but she doesn’t know how to read him so she does a proficient job anyway. It’s the first time she sees Shouto’s quirk, and she’s surprised to see its ice. From what she knows about him, his father is a fire user, so she had expected that to have carried down. She theorizes that he must have both ice and fire, from his appearance. This is confirmed with their exercise with All Might when he freezes the entire building with one hand and evaporates the ice with the other. He’s impressive, and she can’t help but to feel the gap in power. What did she expect from the son of the 2nd ranked hero….

Shouto thinks her quirk suits her well. He’s watching her create steel slabs to use as barricades and she’s moving them with no trouble, indicating she has some muscle. She’s professional, practical and thinks fast. She breaks down Bakugou’s and Midoriya’s round with detail and precision the he can tell even All Might is impressed. Maybe she didn’t get recommended because of her social status. He feels a little guilty for thinking such a thing in the first place.

When the day is over, he lingers outside and she’s on of the last students to exit. “Yaoyorozu .” He calls out, it would be inappropriate to use her first name, he doesn’t know her well. She looks up surprised, and her voice quietly reflects it.

“Todoroki-San!” They stand there and he doesn’t remember what he wanted to say, he’s distracted by the prick he feels on his wrist. She seems to pick up on it, so she talks first.

“I had a feeling I’d be seeing you here, but I didn’t think we’d be in the same class. You’re rather impressive Todoroki-San! Your quirk is only enhanced by your natural skill.” She paused to readjust her bag in her shoulder before continuing. “I’m afraid the most of us fall short compared you you.”

Out of all the things he expected her to say, that wasn’t it. While he didn’t expect her to flat out bring out the arrangement they have so openly, he did expect a zing of “it’s nice to see you again, how have you been”. He’s not social, but he’s pretty sure that’s how conversations are typically started. She’s different.

“Thank you, but it’s the training I’ve been through, it’s nothing special.” She readjusts her bag again, and he can’t help but to say something. “Is your bag heavy?”

She gives a sheepish shake of her head. “No, it’s just uncomfortable for some reason. My shoulder might be sore, but I don’t see why, I didn’t over exert myself…” She switches her bag to the other side and nods. “Yes that’s probably it..” She trails off before she smiles. “Anyway, I look forward to this school year with you!” Her hand is extended, and he reaches out to shake it. The moment his skin makes contact with hers, there’s a jolt on his wrist where his mark is. If she feels anything, she doesn’t show.

“Well, I’m afraid I must be going. My father doesn’t like me to get home to late. I’ll see you tomorrow?” Shouto nods, his wrist still tingling, and she begins to walk away. “Bye, Todoroki-San!” When she’s out of sight, he inspects this wrist. The mark is still there, nothing out of the ordinary, he frowns.

When Momo gets home, she rushes to her room and yanks her shirt off. She’s in front of her mirror in a second and she’s looking at her mark behind the bra shoulder strap. She expects it to be puffy, or irritated because it was surely irritating her earlier. But to her surprise, there’s nothing wrong with it. She touches it and feels nothing wrong. No sting, no itch and frowns.

After a moment she shrugs, and finishes changing. He mind goes back Shouto and she can’t help but squirm remembering his gaze, his eyes, his voice. He’s handsome and skilled, she’ll give him that. She starts to get ready for dinner, father should be home soon, and can’t help but to think just how out of her league he is, she doesn’t even compare to him. She hopes she doesn’t disappoint him, and resolves to try her best to get stronger.

They talk to each other here and there, when they need to. Neither of them bring up their engagement, and neither of them try to act closer than what they are. He finds himself being relived that’s she’s not the type to expect and smother, and she’s relieved that he’s not ignoring her existence, or expecting her to be compliant or clingy.

The day they’re invaded by the villain alliance, they’re separated before they have time to think. Shouto has no trouble defeating the petty thugs he’s teleported to and knows Yaoyorozu can hold her own, what he is worried about is the leader whos here to kill All Might.

Just as Shouto predicted, Momo along with Jirou and Denki handle their opponents relatively well, save the latter who’s left a little goofy as part of overdoing his quirk. Momo’s effective with thinking on her feet and they manage to hold up without injury.

After the ordeal is over, he feels the need to check up on her, but finds he has no idea of how to approach her. The next time he sees her, they exchange pleasantries as they normally would, and he gives up on the idea. She’s stronger than he thought she’d be, but she’s a hero in training, it shouldn’t surprise him.

Soon the tournaments are here and she feels the tenseness radiate off of Shouto in waves. She doesn’t dare say anything, she feels as she’s not close enough to him for her words to mean anything. When they are all gathered around ready for the first race, she gains enough courage to walk up to him. “Good luck, Todoroki-San! I know you won’t need it, but…” Shouto eases up a bit, and returns the comment.

“Thank you, I wish you luck as well..” She offers a small smile, and pats his arm before walking off to join Jirou. The thinks he feels his arm tingling, but he brushes it off as the nerves he has because of his father.

He gets through the first round easily enough, he’d expected the interference from Bakugou and Midoriya, though he is surprised by the latter’s ingenuity and how he came first. He’s not ashamed at his selfish play until he sees Momo arrive belatedly, the tiredness apparent on her face as a gleeful Mineta clings to her back. He hears about how she, unlike him, had helped cleared the drones to everyone’s benefit, via a canon. She’s was either extremely confident of her abilities, or she’s not thinking in the mindset of a competitor where she can’t afford to be too nice.

The next round is announced, and Midoriya becomes everyone’s target. He starts to plan out how he wants to form his team, when his gaze lands on her again. She’s standing still, most likely planning as well and he walks up to her.

“Yaoyorozu” She turns, obviously startled. He doesn’t give her an opportunity to say anything, he still has to look for two more people, and he grabs her arm. “Follow me”

Shes caught off guard, but follows him nonetheless blaming the adrenaline for the pounding in her chest. Todoroki seems to locate his second choice, Kaminari and then his third Iida. They manage to win the round and Momo can’t help but admire Shouto for his strategy, and Shouto can’t help but to think the static he felt whenever Momo pulled out weapons for him. He brushes it off as the after effects of Kaminari’s quirk.

They’re given a break before the matches begin and the students wander off some to clear their heads, and others to practice. The first batch starts and unsurprisingly, Shouto’s match is over the moment it begins with him being the victor. Momo is not as lucky and she loses to Tokoyami in a match that’s just as short. The other matches go by quick and by the time round two begins Momo, as a gesture of good faith, decides to hunt Shouto down and give him her best wishes.

When she finds him, he’s not alone. He’s with she can only assume is his father. Enji is still as big as she remembers him, and just as intimidating. Enji pauses from lecturing Shouto and they both take notice of Momo. Not wanting to intrude, she goes to apologizing and excuse herself when Enji interrupts.

“Miss Yaoyorozu, you’ve grown exceptionally well, I see. It’s a shame, your match..” Theres a sting to his words, and she tries to keep an even composure.

“Mr. Todoroki” She bows in respect and walks to stand next to Shouto, deciding that she will intrude. “I apologize for my poor performance, I was not prepared I’m afraid. My opponent was also much more skilled than I. I actually came to congratulate-” Enji cuts her off. “ Have you two gotten close?” His question is bold and probing. He wants either a yes or a no.

She looks over at Shouto, not wanting to say the wrong thing and he just sighs. “What do you think?” Enji gets a look of distaste, and Momo understands why, she would never make it out alive if she’d use a disrespectful tone like that with her parents. But this isn’t her parent, she knows nothing about their relationship.

“We should get going.” She speaks up, tugging at Shouto’s sleeve. “Mr. Todoroki, if you’d please excuse us, he has to prepare for the next fight!” She bows again, and this seems to appease the man, so she takes it as time to tug Shouto away. She doesn’t know where she’s taking him, they just keep walking.

When they’re far enough, Momo just stops. She lets go of his sleeve and apologizes. “I’m sorry, I came to wish you luck on your next match. I didn’t plan…” she trails off and Shouto just shrugs. “It’s alright. Im not mad or anything, thank you.” He’s solemn and serious and he excuses himself, muttering that he needs to get ready for his fight. Momo watches him walk away and tells herself that the sadness she feels is because she’s just not over her loss.

Shouto wins his fight against Midoriya, but even she must admit it was a close call. Momo is left in awe at the sheer power and skill both have, more so Shouto. He showed his intensity with ice with the huge wall when fighting Sero, but this time he lets loose his flames.

They’re beautiful,intense, and unpredictable like him. This drives a stake deeper into her gut, realizing just how great of a gap there is in their level of power. She allows her self to smile sadly, feeling pathetic that it’s the only thing she can think of.

The final match is between Shouto and Bakugou, and again, Momo is not surprised. It’s during this match, however, that her mark decided to act up again. She’s trying not to pay it any attention, entranced by Shouto’s ice and Bakugou’s explosions, but soon it’s starts to burn and she rushes to the bathroom.

She’s grateful when she finds it empty, everyone watching the fight, and unzips her jacket to pull the strap of her bra to the side. The mark is red and it finally clicks in her head. This mark. It looks like the effects or impact of an explosion or a firework. Like whats created by the boy her fiance is fighting…

(I suck at titles but I’m good at them cliffhangers tho)

[kyogre-blue]

YGO GX, Johan is shady edition

OK, so there’s a million and one theories about what is Johan’s deal. So while I was watching S3 (and S4, but Johan is notably in like 5 eps tops in S4), I was trying to decide what I thought of them. 

I know a lot of people think that something was cut regarding Johan, especially in S4, but I actually disagree for the most part. Something probably was shuffled around and maybe removed in S3, which had way too much going on and ended up with some fairly obvious “we changed our minds” sharp turns or dropped threads, but I don’t think any of it was significant. I think what we got of Johan is really about all they ever really intended to say about him, and the obviously missing stuff is just laziness or their usual brand of weak writing. 

Anyway. 

My personal theory is simple. I already said that I’m really sure Johan was intended to be only pretending to be a North student (biggest proof: that overcomplicated intro with “Ghost”). To compliment that, I think Johan was originally intended to be Pegasus’s spy, instead of O’Brien. 

O’Brien being Pegasus’s spy makes little sense given what we’d been given about O’Brien until that point. 

We know he has a personal connection to Cobra through his father, in fact O’Brien’s father owes Cobra his life. Claiming O’Brien was hired to spy on Cobra and joined him in West Academy because of that is... really stretching things. 

O’Brien doesn’t know anything about the dis-duels and in fact is quite shocked when he’s physically affected during his duel with Judai. So if he’s a spy, Pegasus apparently didn’t warn him about this at all. 

O’Brien’s realization during his duel with Judai was remembering how his father told him mercenaries have the right to value their lives. This makes perfect sense if O’Brien is working for Cobra and turns on him as a result of Cobra throwing away his life, but it conversely makes no sense if O’Brien is a spy for Pegasus. 

Pegasus says he’s the one who reached out to O’Brien, but we have never once seen them interact, ever. 

This entire idea of O’Brien working for Pegasus is completely irrelevant to the plot of S3. It exists in 2 scenes, once when Echo mentions to Amon that she found something about O’Brien and they laugh (but don’t change their plans or action), once when she brings this up to Pegasus, he confirms it (and neither of them acts differently). It might as well not exists. 

Johan being the spy makes more sense. We know he and Pegasus have met and even keep in contact (because of Rainbow Dragon), we know Pegasus holds Johan in very high regard. Johan was introduced in a way that emphasizes that something is up with him, but unlike O’Brien and Amon, it’s never made clear what that is supposed to be. Johan is honestly suspiciously intense and serious about dis-duels, in contrast to how lightly Judai takes it and even more so than Judai’s friends. Plus, Johan makes some suspicious comments that imply a weird amount of knowledge about Judai (and Judai’s friends) but would make sense if Pegasus briefed him. 

Obviously, this was cut from the script fairly early in (Echo mentions O’Brien as a spy to Amon before 13 episodes are out). But I think it’s quite possible that this was the original intent.

Regarding other theories and things people bring up. 

The biggest theory floating around is that Johan is somehow connected to Yubel or even Yubel’s reincarnation. 

I personally don’t give this any credit because I think it feels too weird. It sounds like the... well, fanfic talk about “who is Mana/Mahad/Kisara’s reincarnation” for DM. Which is obviously nonsense. The more or less hard rule has been that if you turn into a duel monster, you don’t reincarnate. At all. That’s it. You’re a duel monster now. 

There’s no real support to this theory aside from “human Yubel and Johan look kind of similar” and “Johan said he felt like he and Judai met before.” I think that human Yubel and Johan don’t look that similar to begin with, and that was something the animators wanted us to think about, they would have made the similarities far stronger. And Johan’s phrasing is very vague. He seems to just mean that Judai feels similar to himself, so there’s a sense of familiarity even though they haven’t actually met before. 

The other theory I’ve seen is that Johan is Judai’s opposite counterpart, someone who has the power of “righteous light” the way Judai has power of “righteous darkness.” 

I think this one would be a nice idea, but there’s not really any support for it. All of the unique things Johan does are ultimately attributed to the Crystal Beasts or Rainbow Dragon. And their bond with Johan is described as being entirely personal. Edo even says this -- unlike Judai’s connection to the Neo Spacians, it’s not a bond of fate or destiny. 

I was trying to note the different instances of Johan being weird, but it kinda got long and didn’t go anywhere: 

Amon doesn’t know the North champion’s identity/ Johan’s identity

Amon notes that O’Brien and Cobra don’t leave their rooms, but he visited O’Brien specifically and apparently just knows about Cobra. However, he can’t even find the 5th person’s name through all his research. Keep in mind, Amon has to know this 5th person is from North by elimination. The other reps are also referred to as the champions of their schools, so it should be reasonably easy to guess who is going to rep North by looking at the listing of North students. 

And yet. (Johan is not really a North student)

Johan knows about Judai and Winged Kuribou

If you think about it, this is weird. Few people outside of a certain group are going to know about Judai. He hasn’t placed in any tournaments and his only even somewhat public duel would be the school rep match from two years ago. 

Weirder still is identifying Judai by Winged Kuribou. You can count on probably one hand the number of times he uses it. Much more iconic would be his Neo Spacians or even his E-Heroes. But nah, for Johan, Winged Kuribou = Judai. stalker

Johan has been able to see spirits since early childhood

Well, this one isn’t actually dodgy, just interesting. 

Fated meeting....

There’s no actual proof or even other implication of them meeting before, so it’s more like an ambiguous “we are kindred spirits” thing. Still fishy. 

This entire thing about Crystal Beasts

“--to prove Rome’s world dominance... Julius Caesar, emperor of Rome, collected seven gemstones from different parts of the world, and tried to make stone tablets of them.”

[subs say multiple tablets, but it’s just the one he wanted to make, with Rainbow Dragon, as we see later in the season]

“But on the way to Rome, there was a storm, and they sank to the bottom of the sea. President Pegasus found them, and used samples from the seven gems to create seven cards.” 

How extra do you have to be to use part of the actual gemstones in the cards?? Like, not just based on the legend of these gems, but legit made from them...

Johan won “a certain championship” and that’s it. That’s all we know

Pegasus: 

This is practically the only backstory event we can pin on Johan, who doesn’t seem to have been at North 2 years ago when Manjoume was there and didn’t participate in Genex. He doesn’t seem to be a pro either, since Edo makes no mention of that and in fact hasn’t heard of Johan outside of Pegasus shilling him. 

He literally just did this one (amateur?) tournament to get the deck that matches him perfectly, not because he won but because he was there at all. A deck that Pegasus happened to be carrying at that point for no clear reason... 

And you know, funny thing, Johan looked exactly the same back then, even same clothing: 

This is like at least three years back. Middle school Johan looks Just Like high school Johan. Even O’Brien changes clothes in flashback!  

Heck, here’s a flashback from even before that! Exact same design: 

Johan considers his Crystal Beasts to be more than friends, they are his family

Johan was chosen by the beasts, but Edo says it’s not a connection through destiny or fate like he and Judai have with their Heroes. It’s a personal connection. They... just liked him? who knows, man. Notable because the deck was given to him when it started glowing in his presence, which seems kinda excessive for something that isn’t “fate.” 

Johan has a weirdo dueling policy in general

His reasoning is that destroying cards through effects is easy. However, then he wouldn’t see his opponent’s full potential before he can see it. 

Johan can see when cards are corrupted by Darkness

Even Judai can’t tell this, only Duel Monsters like Honest and the Ojamas. 

(You could, at most, say that the Crystal Beasts are telling him and Judai just can’t hear/notice because of his own state. But this is not clarified.) 

Johan can’t be absorbed by Darkness at all, in fact

Judai and Fujiwara himself mention that Johan can’t be affected by Darkness because of his bond with Crystal Beasts. 

What this manifests as is that Rainbow Dragon and the Crystal Beasts straight can straight up manifest in Johan’s subconsciousness somehow. 

They protect Johan’s mind. Fujiwara does try to affect Johan by talking him into darkness, similar to how Yubel could sway people by bring up the darkness in their hearts, but it doesn’t work. 

Being unable to become one with Darkness is likely similar. Goat man Darkness says that Judai can’t be absorbed because he has both human and duel monster souls inside him, so Johan is likely similar in that he is too close to the Beasts to be directly eaten. Not that this stops him from vanishing in the finale, but that entire thing was a mess anyway. 

[zak-animation]

Mystery Box: Final Animatic Review

In this week’s animatic masterclass, we were able to develop our own animatic for the Mystery Box project. Working off my own video reference for timing and posing, I took the opportunity to develop a refined animatic using the principles outlined in my own independent research and applied these to my own work, producing a simple lined animatic before adding grey tones in Photoshop, inspired by industry practice. This use of block shades separates the background and foreground elements and works to direct the viewer’s eye to the important and focal point of the shot: in this example, the main performance.

With my animatic, I wanted to compose the shot a little differently to the reference video to present a more visually clear and appealing shot, composing the character with a pleasing framing centrality and balance to the shot. Admittedly, this is an ambitious sequence and so my focus was on creating a more intensive and refined animatic, working past the still-image nature of a few of the shots analysed in the previous post and instead of working to hone in and refine the timing and flow of the sequence in preparation for animation.

In terms of composition, the sequence was inspired by cinematography choices by auteur directors such as Wes Anderson and Sam Esmail, wanting to go for a central framing technique to present my performance. This gives the shot a pleasing visual composition, whilst also placing our focus on the father’s actions. There’s a clear line of sight, and the sequence itself has been designed to make use of the space in an original way that highlights the three-dimensional nature of the shot.

One of Helen’s feedback points to me, after I questioned how to make an interesting sequence using a locked camera was to ‘use the space’. Instead of having the character walk directly to the box, I wanted to begin my sequence with an already-playing narrative: a father playing peek a boo with his son. This is happening without the inclusion of the box, and this makes the shot feel like a window into the character’s life rather than a simulation. When I began work on this project, I knew I wanted to place a focus on character performance and tell a story beyond the simple ‘reacting to box’ plot that the brief describes - meeting the brief’s requirements but also adding a sense of character and story to the scene.

Looking back, I feel as if I have managed to capture the key moments from my own live-action reference, in a way that exaggerates the poses outlined in my own performance and highlights the silhouettes to better tell the story. This can be seen in my developed, greyed iteration of the animatic, which draws attention to clear staging and an understanding of posing principles to communicate the character’s emotions.

From this, I feel like I have been able to create successful storytelling poses that clearly communicate the narrative beats of the sequence. This is a key part of the storyboarding and animatic process, and looking back, this has been inspired by my own performance in the reference video - something which has effectively outlined my entire creative direction since.

Despite this, the most important element of a successful animatic would be the use of timing: does my animatic present the sequence in a visually interesting way, with a sense of flow and movement that captures my action? In a word, yes. My focus with this was to make sure the initial walk has enough time to convey the lunging nature of the movement, and to add enough processing time for the audience to understand that the character is thinking, and changes emotion.

For an assignment such as this one, the use of processing time to communicate a change of emotion is a key element to the project. Looking at my own reference, I can see that a change in expression isn’t instant or seamless: with real, human emotion there is a certain sense of pause before any change in emotion, as we need time to process and understand the news or information that we have just received, which causes the change in mood. It’s not an instant change, and that idea was something that I feel I have managed to successfully include in this animatic.

With an example such as mine, it was important to have considered timing: having the father look from right to left and move very quickly would instantly create a sense of serious urgency, and make the light-hearted response somewhat out of place. The entire idea of the sequence is how the father is playing a game with his son, who has simply hidden from his sight. Admittedly, this was expected - but not quite like this. There’s a slow quality to the movements in my animatic that represents my vision for the shot better than my video reference does, and the pause when the father finally notices the box is clearer here, I feel. There’s a stronger sense of him thinking about his actions before he does them, which was my intention for the scene.

Despite this, there are some potential improvements to be made on this animatic. Firstly, whilst the use of grey tones is a good start, I’m tempted to explore the use of highlights in my animatic: this isn’t present in all animatics, but it was something that Helen mentioned in the workshop. Adding this would allow the character to stand out from simply being a grey silhouette, and act as an initial vision for the lighting of the shot, too. Finally, something that I consistently found in my animatic research was the use of sound in the animatic. This helps pre-visualise the sequence and ‘polish’ the animatic. Although the brief doesn’t mention audio, I would like to go back and include my original audio created for the video reference, as an initial experiment into this idea.

Finally, I was able to show my finished animatic to a tutor, who gave me some feedback on the sequence. Firstly, it’s a good idea to use the space in such a way, and to ‘challenge the brief’ a little bit. Interestingly, I found out that this approach has ‘never been done before’ in response to this mystery box, and represents an original approach to the task beyond the expectations of the brief. The main questions I need to consider will be how can I communicate a strong emotion simply through body language, and to convey a change in emotion through just the character’s torso.

As a whole, the feedback suggested that it was an interesting, original approach to the brief evidencing me working ‘outside the box’. The idea to play around with camera placement and space was one that really resonated with him, and I was encouraged to pursue this idea further. I was assured it will be ‘a challenge’, but I feel like I can handle such a task. At the very least, I will be able to begin blocking out the sequence - and take the opportunity to ask for more feedback on the posing, and whether or not I should cut any elements.

As it stands though, I’m very happy with my animatic: it’s a successful piece that conveys the action of my sequence, with an accurate representation of timing and posing. The idea itself represents an interesting and engaging challenge to the brief’s expectations and allows me to really develop a character performance and narrative storyline.

Summary With this, I’ve been able to create a refined ‘story reel’ or animatic that successfully conveys my sequence through rough illustrations that communicate my initial vision for the project, with a clear understanding of timing and posing principles being applied to the piece. Inspired by my own research, I’m tempted to add my own sound and voice acting to the animatic as a way to explore an extremely common industry practice - but I’m now at a place where I’m happy with my idea for the mystery box, have planned it out extensively through storyboarding, an animatic and video referencing iterations and am now ready to move onto the animation process.

Next, I will be delving back into digital 3D animation software Maya, being introduced to the basics of character animation within the program, making use of a predefined rig. With the timing and posing outlined here,  I will soon begin blocking out the sequence using the key poses described in my animatic.

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365 Day Movie Challenge (2017) - #331: Damien: Omen II (1978) - dir. Don Taylor (with Mike Hodges, uncredited)

If there is an award for least purposeful horror sequel of the twentieth century, the winner might be Damien: Omen II, the laughably bad follow-up to quite possibly the scariest film I have ever seen. I’m not exaggerating when I say that I had trouble sleeping in the dark for about a week after seeing the original Omen, unable as I was to get “Ave Satani” and visions of Billie Whitelaw’s menacing grimaces out of my mind. Given how enormously successful The Omen was in 1976, it makes sense that 20th Century Fox would spring for a sequel. I steered clear of Damien: Omen II until now, though, because I was afraid of how unsatisfactory it be... and now, having seen it, I know that I was right in my estimation.

The sequel takes place seven years after the events of the first film (did The Omen take place in 1971? I don’t remember that), literally a day after the havoc wrought by young Damien in that installment’s final scenes. Now, in 1978, Damien (Jonathan Scott-Taylor) is a twelve-year-old boy who, for some reason, does not have any recollection of all the Satanic damage he caused as a youngster. After being raised for a time in London - though I’m not sure by whom - Damien moves to Chicago to live with his father’s family: uncle Richard Thorn (William Holden), aunt Ann (Lee Grant) and cousin Mark (Lucas Donat), who is the same age as Damien. The boys leave home to attend a strict military academy, overseen by Sergeant Neff (Lance Henriksen), but as mysterious deaths start accumulating in the Thorn family’s midst, it becomes obvious that Neff and one of Richard Thorn’s business partners, Paul Buher (Robert Foxworth), are guardians sent to guide Damien back onto a path of destruction befitting the Antichrist. These proceedings are pretty blah for the most part and I had little interest in the the melodramatic subplots regarding how Thorn Industries was being run, despite the fact that they were somewhat important since we suspect that Damien will eventually inherit the corporation.

I have to give Damien: Omen II some credit for casting Jonathan Scott-Taylor, who looks eerily like his predecessor in the title role, Harvey Stephens (the latter of whom was apparently handed a suspended prison sentence earlier this year for attacking people in a road rage incident). It’s also hard to fault the film for featuring so many talented actors; besides the aforementioned performers, you also see Sylvia Sidney as Richard’s cantankerous Aunt Marion, Nicholas Pryor as a historian and archaeologist who tries to convince Richard that an image of Damien is present in ancient artwork, Allan Arbus as a scientist working in Richard’s chemical factory and Elizabeth Shepherd as a reporter who also tries to persuade the Thorns of Damien’s evil nature (it should be noted that in the DVD commentary, writer/producer Harvey Bernhard condemned the horrifyingly bright red outfit that Shepherd wore - and tried to prevent her from wearing - in the film because why on Earth would any serious journalist bring attention to herself with such conspicuous clothes?).

A few other performers stand out, although not necessarily for the best reasons. Leo McKern reprises his role as Carl Bugenhagen, the exorcist in Israel who tried to warn Damien’s parents about his lineage and destiny; in Omen II, he brings a friend, Michael Morgan (Ian Hendry), to see some a long-buried wall bearing Damien’s likeness, which results in the tunnel collapsing and killing both men. McKern does his best to deliver an intense monologue as piles of sand pour down on him, a visual that is unfortunately pretty funny. Even sillier is the scene in which 68-year-old Lew Ayres, who was fifty years into his film career and plays one of Richard Thorn’s fellow executives at Thorn Industries, dies the most ignominious death imaginable: he falls and drowns in a hole that opens underneath him while playing ice hockey. Never in all my years did I think I would witness Lew Ayres play a character who expires in such a manner, but that’s Hollywood for you.

Last but never least, Meshach Taylor, who later became famous as part of the cast on the CBS sitcom “Designing Women,” is featured in the film’s most entertainingly grisly death scene. (Sorry for spoiling it, but trust me, it’s worth seeing the scene in its entirety.) Taylor plays Dr. Kane, a physician who suspects that Damien has an inhuman cell structure (due to the “born of a jackal” business that we heard about in the first film), but before he can bring his research to a colleague to confirm the theory, Dr. Kane meets a most bloody demise. I won’t tell you the exact details of the experience, but let’s just say that editor Robert Brown (who later worked on The Amityville Horror, The Lost Boys, Flatliners and The Client) put his skills to good use.

Other than the abject pleasure of watching so many gifted actors put effort into a rehash of the first film’s plot, Damien: Omen II isn’t worth it. What’s the point of watching more members of the Thorn clan stubbornly deny, then attempt to come to terms with, the truth of Damien’s devilry? Also, since it is the year 2017, everything in the film was anticlimactic since I already knew that Sam Neill played grown-up Damien in 1981′s Omen III: The Final Conflict.

P.S. My vote for the most hilarious moment in Damien: Omen II is the scene near the end when Damien attends an end-of-the-year party at the military academy. After receiving a commendation for his scholastic achievements, Damien hangs out with a bunch of pretty girls who fawn over him while some goofy disco/Muzak hybrid plays in the background. Let’s hear it for Damien Thorn, prepubescent lady-killer extraordinaire.