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direwolfrules · 2 years ago

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Star Wars As Star Trek AU

Exactly what it says on the tin. Specifically, Star Wars: The Clone Wars as Star Trek.

The Various Political Entities

The Federation- The Republic becomes the Federation, and the Jedi and GAR are now Starfleet. The Jedi in this AU are typically high ranking officers on ships. The Council are all Admirals except for Obi-Wan, who pulls a Picard and declines promotion for as long as he can. There is no Force, but I'm going to make them more sensitive to psychic phenomena, or in the case of some Jedi, just straight up psychic if the species fits.

The Senate is now the Federation Council, the Chancellor President of the Federation.

The clones are still clones, but because of the general good vibes/hope for a better tomorrow thing Trek has, they all got citizenship as soon as they were discovered. The Anti-Augment laws are just going to be thrown out the window for the most part. Because they inconvenience me.

I don't know, the Kaminoians are all Soongs now, because if anything Morally Dubious and Unethical happens, it's typically the work of a Soong.

The Hostile Superpower- The Separatists either replace the Cardassians or the Romulans, or maybe a weird mash up of both. There is a Neutral Zone buffer in the Outer Rim between the two major powers, but unfortunately a Federation starship violated the treaty, so now it's war time. The violation was baited by former Starfleet Admiral Dooku, who defected.

The Mandalorian Empire- Mandalorians replace Klingons, for obvious reasons. I can easily mash up events and stuff to make them work. Like, the Khitomer Massacre can easily be mashed together with Galidraan, the most major change I'd have to make is it's not known House Vizsla was behind the Massacre. Also, I kinda have a specific plot point for the Children of the Watch that would work with a canon Klingon storyline (please, please tell me your guesses. I want to see if anyone can figure it out from the clue(s) in this post).

Also, I can make Korkie/Alexander parallels, because I am a Korkie Kenobi Truther.

The Mandalorians are ruled by the Aii'aliit (closest thing to parliment or meeting of the clans, literally means clan of clans). Noble Houses are all represented on the council, and those Houses all have vassal Clans. Adonai Kryze is alive in this AU for plot reasons, and he's the High Chancellor of the Council (I'll look up or make a Mando'a title later). Satine's the Ambassador to the Federation, and Bo's joined the Mandalorian Protectors.

The Mandos have had a complicated legal debate over the status of the clones for years. After the Galidraan Massacre House Mereel lost a lot of status, so suddenly giving a House with a claim on the Mand’alor title several million soldiers seems...less than prudent. And what's to say the Clones aren't a trap from the Federation, meant to destroy them from the inside out. The memory of the Dral'han and the Taung Extinction Virus (I'm co-opting the Augment Virus) run deep in their people.

The Hutts- The Hutts are the Ferengi. I...don't really think I need to explain that one.

Resistance is Futile- And, because I enjoy breaking my own rules, the Yuuzhan Vong are now the Borg. That's right, I'm bringing the EU into this bitch. Listen, the parallels between the two threats make it too tempting not to do.

The Main Cast

Aboard the USS Resolute, a Venerator-class capital ship and flagship of the Federation fleet we have:

Captain Obi-Wan Kenobi- A man who just wants to putter around the galaxy with his found family and get into wacky space hijinks. He keeps turning down promotions to Admiral, partly because he feels like taking a desk job will be absolute torture and partly because he doesn't think anyone else will be able to keep Anakin from blowing up the warp core.

While on the surface Kenobi looks like a Picard style captain, he's actually closer to a Janeway. No, I will not elaborate on this, it's just how I see him.

Commander Cody Fett- Obi-Wan's second in command. Hyper competent, under caffeinated, and wondering what he did in a past life to deserve serving on the same ship as Skywalker. At least his Captain is a decent sort, even if he is a bit too crazy. And too flirty, but Cody's pointedly not thinking about that.

Thanks to the Kaminoians' fuckery (I'm undecided on how willingly involved Jango is in this timeline) Cody has trouble connecting with his Mandalorian heritage. He tries to study the writings of Tarre the Unforgettable and participate in the ceremonies and culture, but it's hard. The Mandalorian Alii'aliit hasn't been able to come to a consensus on whether or not the Clones are actually Mandalorian, and House Mereel's disgrace after Galidraan doesn't help matters.

Lieutenant Commander Anakin Skywalker- Head of Engineering. Captain Kenobi's unoffical/official little brother, who got assigned to the Resolute partly because he's such a brilliant engineer, and partly because there's genuine worry that without Obi-Wan there to serve as a functioning brain-cell, Anakin will blow up the warp core.

He's married to Naboo's Representative on the Federation Council, Padme Amidala. Their marriage isn't a secret here, which just means they're insufferable everywhere. Anakin has more demerits from outlandish PDA than from almost-blew-up-the-warp-core incidents, which is saying a lot, because there have been quite a few incidents.

Lieutenant Commander Rex Fett- Head of Security. This poor man. This poor, foolish man, made the horrible mistake of befriending Anakin Skywalker at the Academy and now he gets dragged into all the man's crazy schemes. Said schemes usually involve Rex eventually getting thrown through the air, because of course they do.

He's the designated Ahsoka and Anakin wrangler. Jokes on Captain Kenobi, if the idea doesn't involve potentially blowing up the warp core Rex just might join in with the chaos.

Ensign Ahsoka Tano- I wanna say she's the helmsman. She graduated from the Academy at a young age, and has kinda latched on to Admiral Plo Koon as a father figure. Plo Koon is thrilled by this, because it's Plo Koon. The man once stopped a civil war through pure dad vibes.

She's everyone's unofficial little sister and somehow always manages to finagle her way onto away missions. Her and Anakin aren't allowed to be alone together because they'll probably blow up the warp core.

She programs the best holodeck simulations; a large portion of them are dedicated to combat and hunting (she needs to fulfill the Togruta instincts somehow and it's very hard to do so in space). Some of them though, are just silly things like a traditional Barolian amusement park or Starfleet Academy but everything is a musical (Say, you know the usual "trapped in the holodeck" episode?).

Also she may or may not have a crush on the cute Mirialan junior Lieutenant in Astrometrics. The one that Lieutenant Commander Unduli has taken to personally mentoring.

C-3PO and R2-D2- Honestly, almost the same as canon, but the Trek "what makes a sentient" episodes focus on them. "The Measure Of A Man" is C-3PO fighting for rights not just for himself but for all droids.

Commander Kix Gilamar- CMO of the Resolute. A lot of clone doctors took Gilamar's name, because the man looked at all these sad, small children and decided to care. The clones with the Gilamar name are still under House Mereel, so it's not an added complication legally. (Listen, the whole reason Gilamar exists is because the initial Kal Skirata toy design looked too young, so I'm giving him Skirata's adoption instincts)

This guy has the dubious pleasure of serving with some self sacrificial weirdos. Like, Kenobi's diligent about going to medical, but in a crisis he won't let Kix treat him until everyone else gets checked and treated and Kix is very annoyed by this, because triage. Kix logs the most hypospray sedative usage out of any CMO in Starfleet.

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spectrumed · 3 years ago

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2. voice

As a child I could not pronounce the letter R. I once complained to my mother for being so careless as to give me a name that had two R’s in it. Fredrik. Or as I pronounced it back then, “Fledlik.” Cute, right? I was a cute child, all blonde and with big blue eyes. At one point, I got surrounded by a group of older girls who forced me to pronounce my name, even though I really couldn’t. They laughed and laughed, teasing me for my inability to pronounce even my own name correctly. If I ever had a reason to develop a fetish for femdom, I think this would have been it.

Like it or not, in speech, there is no room for individual quirks. No, we’ve all got to learn how to speak properly. Historically, that has led to some pretty heinous attitudes towards regional accents, any tongue that was the standard was seen by default as being less or developed and intelligent. Regional accents were seen as practically unhygienic, the worry being that if people just got to speak as they wished, they might end up potentially thinking dangerous thoughts. While I understand the importance of being understood, it’s clear that the stigma that exists around speech difficulties stems from a place of prejudice. If a person has a lisp, do you really struggle to understand them? And while stammering can be quite debilitating, it should be blatantly obvious that shaming people who stammer, suggesting that they are bereft of intelligence, is not the way to help them. Humans are social animals, and language may be the one thing that distinguishes us as a species, it is natural that proper elocution should be treasured. But some people do struggle with their speech, and that should not cost them any respect or kindness.

As a child, I didn’t speak nearly enough. As an adult I am speaking too much. That’s the problem with you, Fredrik, you’ve never understood that there is a middle ground between two extremes. There is a way you can speak that is neither too quiet, nor too loud. It is how normal people speak. Why can’t you be normal, Fredrik? Are you going to spend this whole blog post talking about how difficult it is for you to simply learn to be like everyone else? Self-pitying yourself, much? Back in my day people pulled themselves up by their bootstraps, if they had something they struggled with, they learned to sort it all out, and they didn’t start complaining about society being all mean to them. You’re just spending too much time inside your own head, go take a swim, take up a hobby that requires you to step outdoors, it will serve you well. Don’t be a freak, Fredrik. Be normal, for once.

On a side note, “pulling yourself up by your bootstraps” is meant to be understood as an impossible feat. You can’t possibly pull yourself up by your bootstraps, it’s ludicrous to even suggest that such a thing may be feasible. While, yes, there are many things you can do to help yourself, ultimately, you can’t profoundly escape from a sorry situation you’ve found yourself in without some outside help. There is no shame in requiring help. To guilt someone into thinking that if they can’t do it alone, they are weak, is frankly sociopathic. Humans need each other, we take care of each other, we are there for each other. Self-sufficiency is great, but let’s not take it to levels of absurdity by suggesting that needing help from others is anything but normal. No-one succeeds in life without others there to prop them up. Instead of telling someone to pull themselves up by their bootstraps, you might as well tell them to go and swallow the sun, which is clearly another impossible task.

Most people will never in their lives experience what it is like to go through a neuropsychological evaluation. Turns out that it is not always such a pleasant experience. Though, considering the popularity of pseudo-scientific nonsense like the Myers-Briggs test, I am sure some folks would lie and pretend to love it. Certainly, there is a charm to being there and talking about yourself for several hours near-uninterrupted, but the exhaustion that you will feel at the end of it cannot be understated. Naturally, it does vary between who does it, and why they’re doing it. But if the stated goal is to find out whether you’ve had a neurodevelopmental disorder since you were but a young babe, then of course, there are going to be some pretty long conversations happening about those early days. Lots of stuff you may not have considered or thought about in a very long time will suddenly become very relevant to your current situation. And at the end of it all, you get some papers detailing your fashionable new diagnosis. Your entire life, all written down. Can make you feel rather wistful. And there’s really quite a surprising amount of typos included in the text, and barely any jokes.

Still, as part of my official diagnosis, there is a reference to my speech at being at times “stilted.” Though, the diagnosis does take very good care to mention that I appear intelligent and thoughtful, exhibiting a wide vocabulary and a good sense of the right words to use at the right moment. It’s flattering, for the most part. Yet, it does irk me that I could be perceived as being stilted. I know that at this point, I am being petty, because who cares if I sometimes come across as maybe a little robotic. I’ve got Asperger’s. Of course I am a robot. The closest role model we folks with Asperger’s ever had for the longest time was Star Trek: The Next Generation’s android named Data. God forbid anyone like me ever turned out to be the protagonist of a series, we’re all doomed to play the part of the robot, the alien, or the socially awkward geek. I should just be delighted that I am high-functioning. I know how much worse some have it. I should be grateful and pleased that I come across as mostly normal, mostly neurotypical. But… I really just don’t want anyone to think my speech is stilted. I don’t want to be Data. I want to be Riker.

It is never enough, you’ll never be good enough. If you fake it, they’ll see through it. If you struggle and if you work honestly to appear more normal, they won’t recognise it. As soon as they get an inkling you may be an imposter, looking like them, but having a neurologically deviant brain, they’ll single you out. For you, normalcy is an illusion. To attempt to be normal is to remake yourself only to receive nothing. Sure, you can be disingenuous, pretend you're not yourself, but it’ll never fool them. In the end, you’ll only lose yourself. Maybe I should just own the fact that my speech sometimes comes across as being stilted. Maybe I should own it. Be proud of who I am. But… sometimes I just don’t want to be me.

I want to be ignored. Sometimes, not always. But that goes for everyone. But most of all, I’d like to be able to go unseen whenever I’m not trying to impress anyone. When I’m just off to buy some milk. When I’m sitting on the bus. When I’m walking through the park. I know it is partly paranoia, but I can’t help but feel like I stick out. It’s always been like that with my friends growing up. The metaphor I used with my therapist is that I felt like a thumb. That they, my friends, were the fingers and I was the thumb. Sure, we’re similar. In many ways we’re the same. You could even say that I was crucial to making the social dynamics work. Who doesn’t like the thumb? What would you do without your thumb? But still, I was different. Some people would do anything to be different like that, to feel special. Some folks feel all invisible and forgotten in the crowd, and I’d lie if I told them that I didn’t envy them sometimes. The ability to go all invisible? That seems swell! There’s this question people like to ask as a sort of personality test. If you could choose a superpower, would you rather be able to fly, or would you rather be able to go invisible? The answer is obvious, as far as I’m concerned. Of course I’d love to be able to go invisible. To be able to exist without anyone seeing me. Without anyone judging me. Without ever having to worry if someone is going to treat me as different. For a moment to feel what it is like not to be some big, dumb, stupid, thumb.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not too anguished. Nowadays, I feel like I am in a relatively good place. But I would be lying if I told you that I still don’t get frustrated at the plethora of difficulties I face just trying to blend in. Even with family members, people who are supposed to know you the best, even then I have to go out of my way to behave a certain way, to exist a certain way, because fundamentally, they just don’t seem to get you. Not in that way. They have an image of you that you need to try and match. It doesn’t matter how many times I tell them that sometimes you need to be more direct in your communication to truly reach me, I don’t pick up on the many smaller little social cues they may throw my way, it’s still just me being silly and looking for excuses for why I didn’t understand them the first time around. And I am deathly afraid of hurting anyone’s feelings. A very prevalent misconception about autistic individuals is that we don’t care if we’re being rude. That if we are rude, our rudeness can simply be overlooked because, y’know, we’re autistic. While this sort of thing is commonly represented in media that is supposed to depict autistic characters, in real life, things don't quite work like this. Believe it or not, readers, being autistic is not a free pass to act like a dick. Autistic individuals still very much have to modulate our behaviour if we wish to fit in and be accepted. No-one will ever excuse you for being autistic. To be autistic is living with extra hurdles in your way, thinking that it’s anything but a social handicap is romanticising a diagnosis you clearly know very little about.

When I was a kid, I didn’t speak much. As far as I was concerned, I merely spoke whenever I needed to speak. It took until adulthood for me to learn that my parents and teachers were actually concerned about that. I was made to see a specialist, under the guise of learning elocution, but I’ve later come to realise that those meetings were about more than just learning to pronounce the letter R. Like, what does testing my memory have to do with diction? Yes, her job was partly to help my speech develop more in line with the other kids, but she was also there to evaluate whether or not I was intellectually disabled. I have come to learn that I had teachers at the time that were adamant about me going to a different school, more equipped to handle kids like me, but my mother vehemently defended my right to stay in the school I was in. After all, I did have friends, and to anyone who really knew me, they knew that I was a bright child. Sure, I wasn’t as communicative as the other children, but I clearly had no issues processing information, and it’s not like I was disruptive in some other way. But that was also part of the problem. The teachers that thought that I may need specialist schooling were concerned about the fact that I was too placid and too agreeable. They wanted me to express frustration at my lacking pronunciation, to see me get mad at others for not fully understanding me. That amazes me, if anything. The fact that I was a happy kid they took as some indication that I wasn’t quite right.

My mother delights in a memory of me as a kid once slamming my fist on the table and declaring that “now, I am speaking!” May I remind you that I was a cute kid. Sure, it is the sort of behaviour that parents of the old times would have spanked their kids for. Kids in the past were supposed to be quiet. To be seen, but not heard. I wonder if there’d be any kind of hubbub about my early development if I lived back then. I’d probably be seen as the ideal child, all pretty and docile and never too loud. Still, it was a moment my mother cherished, because for once, I really proved that I did have the capacity to speak. Though, I still couldn’t pronounce my R’s. But it was time for Fledlik to speak.

#neurodiversity #neurodivergent #autism spectrum disorder #autism #aspergers #mental health

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incomingalbatross · 4 years ago

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Top 5 Stargate SG-1 episodes? Top five Stargate character moments/interactions? Top 5 headcanons?

Thank you for this! I’m sorry it took so long--I wanted to do it justice and so it got put on hold--but here it is! I am DELIGHTED to talk about Stargate, that’s always a fun time.

Eps (with a disclaimer that these are my "first five faves that come to mind WITHOUT looking at a list" rather than an absolute ranking, because I couldn't actually choose just five from all ten seasons!):

"Need" Aside from the obvious whump aspects, I just feel like... this is the episode where Daniel "attachment issues" Jackson really GETS that people are here for him unconditionally. He hits rock bottom and is at his most unloveable and what does Jack do when he sees that? He hugs him. I love it.

"Window of Opportunity" It is just a perfect Groundhog Day episode. That's all there is to it. (...Except actually that's NOT all there is to it, because it also turns on a dime from funny to heartwrenching at the end. Ugh, I need to rewatch the whole thing.)

"200" Another in the comedy section, because this is just nonstop. They crammed so many brilliant self-parodies and sketches into one episode. (Also it's a S10 episode with Jack, which makes it a win automatically.)

"Memento Mori"--I feel like with more thought I might not put two S10 eps in my top five list, but this is a standout for me. I feel like Vala and Daniel had some very similar issues under their very different exteriors, and this...this is kind of her "Need". This is the one where she learns she doesn't have to keep running, and Daniel is the one that shows her that. (And I'm also a Daniel/Vala fan, so there's that.)

"Changeling" Teal'c-centric episode! Episode that takes place inside Teal'c's mind! S6 Daniel appearance! Teal'c's love for Bra'tac! Just an amazing episode all around.

But there are so many other good ones... 1969! The Keeper! So many others! I am regretting half of this list already, but I'd also regret taking anything off. :P

Moments/Interactions (same disclaimer as above, with the addition that I’m focusing on ones that are funny in some way because SG-1 has such good humor):

That one in the "Space Race" ep where Teal'c lies and says he's committed to helping Sam to get out of a tour and she goes with it, and then after the others are gone he says "I am in your debt, Major Carter" and she goes "Indeed" and they're both just grinning at each other. Love Sam & Teal'c moments.

There are, of course, so many Jack & Daniel moments, but I think I'll go with the elevator scene in the S6 finale right now. Daniel jumping into business and Jack rebuking him and Daniel going with it and doing a "reset"on the whole conversation... Their dynamic is just beautiful.

"Undomesticated equines could not remove me, O'Neill." I love this because A) it's the first time someone realizes Teal'c is making a joke; B) it basically tells us that his other "botched" idioms were him trolling all along; C) Teal'c is both affirming his support and trying to distract Jack from his pain by making the joke more obvious; and D) it WORKS. Jack is blown away by the fact that Teal'c is joking. I love them.

The bit in... “Upgrades”, I think? the one with the bracelets that give the Tau’ri SG-1 members superpowers. Anyway, the bit where they go to the steakhouse and order like four steaks apiece with all the trimmings... and at the end of Sam’s order, with all the steaks and baked potatoes and so on and so forth, she finishes with “...and a Diet Coke.” and there’s just this beat as Jack and Daniel stare at her, and she goes defensively “I like the taste!!” CLASSIC.

I dislike a fair number of things about Moebius, but Jack repeatedly asking to time-travel to the 1908 World Series is PEAK Cubs fan representation and as a Cubs fan myself, I love to see it.

Headcanons (I forget what I've already said but hopefully there aren't many repeats here):

I headcanon that Sam introduced Teal'c to Star Trek and Star Wars, as a way to bond with him when he couldn't leave the base. He picked up the deadpan idiom-butchering from Spock because he thought it was funny, and when he brought the SW movies to Sam's house it's because she brought them to him before, one time when he was stuck on base with nothing to do for three days.

Related: part of the reason Teal'c likes Star Wars so much is that he sees himself in Darth Vader. Tell me I'm wrong here.

One time Jack was pushed ESPECIALLY far into Dad Mode with his team and felt the need to full-name Daniel, but Daniel doesn't have a middle name so he yelled "Daniel Lazarus Jackson!" for Effect. Daniel's middle name being Lazarus is an SGC joke now.

Since King Arthur is real in this universe that means Jack is King Arthur and the team are his Round Table. I can’t tell you exactly how this is, but I can’t imagine this reality’s Arthur being anyone else. (Also if you look on Wikipedia, the earliest Arthurian stories have a lot in common with Stargate adventures. I’m just sayin’.)

Jack and Sara get back together some time post-series, because I want them to.

#brambleberrycottage #ask game #asks #stargate sg-1 #sg-1 team #i feel like i have better headcanons they're just hiding from me right now

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qsdblogging · 4 years ago

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Top 10 TV Shows You Need To Watch Right Now

Now, I watch a lot of television. I always have and frankly, I’m much more of a binge watcher than a wait-around-for-a-week-for-the-next-episode kind of watcher.

And with everything the past few months, there wasn’t all that much to do other than start rewatching some of my favorite shows and some that I’ve never seen or haven’t seen in a while.

So, that’s what I did and here I am giving you some recommendations for shows to add to your own watching lists.

Warning, though, some of these don’t end the best way and may end up more as a disappointment. I’ll leave that up to you to decide.

I. Fringe.

I cannot recommend this show enough to people. It’s got five full seasons (although the last could’ve been a little better, but it’s honestly not that bad of a final season) of high-risk scenarios revolving around almost unexplainable phenomena regarding a tear in the fabric of reality. It deals with experiments that gives superpowers (basically), advanced technology, and a parallel universe.

Plus, there’s a cow.

What more could you want from a show?

Some familiar faces that are in the main cast or show up at some point include John Noble, who you may recognize from Sleepy Hollow and The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, Lance Reddick, who was in The Wire, White House Down, American Horror Story, and played Charon in the John Wick franchise, Leonard Nimoy, who you should know from the original Star Trek series, and Anna Torv from Mindhunter.

II. Lincoln Rhyme: Hunt for the Bone Collector.

Now, if you know crime books, you may know exactly what this is based off of. If not, fear not, I am here to tell. This series (which, like a lot of the others down the list, unfortunately, got cancelled and won’t get to see a second season) was based off of The Bone Collector, a first in a series of novels by Jeffery Deaver.

If you like crime shows, you should definitely give this a shot. Don’t let the fact that it’s only one season stop you.

Things get pretty wild in just one season as it revolved around a retired forensic criminologist, who had been trying to catch the Bone Collector only to get injured, that gets back into the game three years later when an ambitious young detective is determined to help solve the case when a new body shows up.

You might even recognize a face or two, like Arielle Kebbel (the ambitious young detective) from her role as Lexi in The Vampire Diaries and Olivia Charity in Midnight, Texas, and Russell Hornsby (the retired forensic criminologist) from Grimm, The Hate U Give, Proven Innocent, and The Affair.

III. Manifest.

Luckily, this show is said to be getting a third season and so far, isn’t going to get cancelled. It focuses on passengers from Flight 828, who show up five years after their plane went missing. Some passengers start experiencing what they call ‘callings’ and try to figure out if they were chosen for some sort of duty that the callings led them too, but things get a little confusing when someone who wasn’t on a flight seems to have a year missing of their own life after being deemed missing.

Things get a little weird and dangerous along the way, and not everyone is happy about how things turn out.

It’s pretty interesting and I’m really looking forward to what else they come up with. There’s a few familiar faces that play a part in the show that includes Daryl Edwards, who you may recognize from the first season of Daredevil, Ellen Tamaki who is also in the reboot of Charmed, Athena Karkanis, who’s been in The Expanse and Lost Girl, and Josh Dallas, who one may recall playing Prince Charming in Once Upon a Time, and Fandral in Thor.

It’s a rather good show to get lost in and I definitely recommend giving it a go.

IV. Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

If you don’t have an idea as to what this show is, I don’t know what to say. The title kind of gives it away. It’s the only Marvel Show (as of now since none of the shows in production have come out as of yet) to technically be connected to the MCU itself.

That’s found in one of the main characters, Phil Coulson, who you’d recognize from Captain Marvel, Iron Man, Iron Man 2, Thor, and The Avengers. Plus, Cobie Smulders (Maria Hill) and Samuel L. Jackson (Nick Fury) both give a cameo in the show.

The show was rumored to have been set in a different, but similar, timeline to that of the MCU movies, but I don’t know for sure if it’s true or not.

It follows its own set of issues, including a deeper dive into the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., issues with HYDRA, and so on and so forth. The last season, which I honestly cried during, gives such good twists and callbacks to previous seasons and the MCU movies that you can’t help but enjoy how it’s handled.

As a show, it probably has one of the best final seasons possible and I highly recommend giving the full seven seasons a watch if you haven’t already.

V. Primeval.

Now, if you like dinosaurs, this is a show for you. It’s BBC, so obviously everyone has an accent. It gave a run of five seasons (which is kind of funny because I didn’t realize that until just now writing this as the show is listed as number five on the list) with different episode amounts.

The show centers around anomalies that seem to open up a window to the very distant past of Earth when dinosaurs still roamed the land. It causes a lot of issues, especially if one person has anything to do with it.

It’s pretty interesting and honestly has got some great characters (my personal favorite is Captain Becker, played by Ben Mansfield) and while it can get pretty serious, it’s also pretty entertaining. It’s one of the three shows on this list to get to end on a good-ish note. (AKA, no cliffhangers!)

Obviously, I highly recommend giving it a shot. It’s kind of the point of this list.

VI. Terra Nova.

Now, like Primeval, this show technically has to do with dinosaurs. Dinosaurs aren’t the main focus, but they do play a part in this one season (because cancellations) story.

Terra Nova is focused on both the future and the past. In the distant future (2149), the Earth is dying. A group of people, researchers, and military as well as some of their family members, are sent to the past (85 million years) to inhabit Terra Nova, a colony of humans given a second chance to build civilization.

So, obviously, dinosaurs are going to make an appearance now and then. And unfortunately, the show only got one season and ends on a cliffhanger. Which I hate, because I really enjoy this show and wish it had been able to at least get a second season.

Plus, there are some familiar faces amongst the cast. Jason O’Mara, who plays one of the main cast members, played Jeffrey Mace in Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.. Christine Adams, who plays Lynn Pierce in Black Lightning. Allison Miller, who played Sonya in 13 Reasons Why. And Naomi Scott, who is known for her roles in Lemonade Mouth (one of my all-time favorite DCOMs) and Aladdin. And this was just to name a few of the cast members.

Shame it got cancelled, truly, but I recommend giving it a shot.

VII. MTV’s Scream.

I think you can figure out the basis of this show. While it doesn’t have anything to do directly with the movie franchise, it is kind of similar and a lot of the characters reflect those from the show. Neve Campbell even said that if the show did well, she would be willing to do a cameo.

It revolves (at least the first two seasons as season three is an entirely different set of cast and premise that I refuse to watch because of that) around Emma Duval and her group of friends as they’re picked off one by one by a serial killer going around town. Things get bloody and suspicions arise amongst the crew when things are revealed as the show continues, but things eventually work out in the end.

And personally, I really enjoyed the show even when the second season ended on a cliffhanger. I have theories about that cliffhanger, however, so watch out for a possible post regarding it.

I highly recommend giving it a chance if you haven’t seen it.

VIII. The Society.

Now, the title doesn’t give you much. A group of teenagers, who were sent off on a trip, suddenly are dropped back off in their town to find it completely empty aside from themselves. They have to form their own society to survive and figure things out.

Once you know that, it makes a little more sense.

It seems really similar to the Pied Piper tale, but it doesn’t seem like we’re going to really know for sure. Season 2 had been given a go-ahead, but not too long ago Netflix announced the cancellation of the show.

That doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the first season like I do. Plus, if you’re a fan of Supernatural and the character of Claire Novak, Kathryn Newton plays one of the main roles in this show.

It’s a shame the show got cancelled, especially on a cliffhanger, but what can we do?

IX. The Mysteries of Laura.

Laura Diamond, a Homicide Detective, cracks case after case while trying to raise twin boys and locking horns with her less than helpful Police Detective ex-husband. At least, this is according to IMBD and frankly, it’s not really wrong.

For two seasons, it’s packed with comedy and crime. It’s more of the former, but it still gets pretty serious every now and then, and unfortunately ends on a cliffhanger.

However, some cast members may be familiar. Like Josh Lucas, who voices Home Depot commercials (and trust me, it made my family laugh when we first heard one after watching the show), Laz Alonso who plays MM in The Boys, and Debby Ryan, from Disney Channel.

If you like light-hearted crime shows (like Brooklyn-Nine-Nine) you should definitely give this a watch.

X. Warrior Nun.

As far as I know, this show has been renewed for a season two. I’m really hoping for it because it’s honestly kind of interesting. You can kind of tell by the title what it may be, but I’ll dive a little deeper.

After waking up in a morgue, Ava, an orphaned teen, discovered she now possesses superpowers as the chosen Halo Bearer for a secret sect of demon-hunting nuns. (Taken from IMDB). Interesting, right?

With characters like Shotgun Mary, Sister Beatrice, and Sister Lilith, you know the show’s going to be interesting. But the premise is pretty interesting on it’s own too.

There’s even a character called JC, who apparently has nothing to do with Jesus Christ, but I still like referring to him as such because it’d be pretty funny if that’s how it turns out. Also, someone gets beat up with a whole chicken at some point.

It’s only got the one season so far, but it’s pretty funny and action packed. Like everything on this list, I definitely think you should watch it and find out for yourself if you want to add it to your list if you haven’t already.

#tvshows #watchlist #warriornun #fringe #mtvscream #thesociety #primeval #terranova #themysteriesoflaura #aos #agentsofshield #manifest #lincolnrhyme #qsdblogging #qsdbloggingpopculture #qsdpopculture #findingqsd

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greylunar · 5 years ago

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hi! I took your quiz and the result was wrong but I loved it and your writing, where can I find more of that?

HahahA I respect this ask IMMENSELY thank you very much for it, and for loving the quiz despite it’s flaws. Prose wise, I’ve got a frighteningly long star trek fanfic you can read, and other than that I think I’m just responding to everyone who asks me about poetry/writing with a poem under the keep reading, and you can find my writing and those posts under the “tal writes” tags because i literally haven’t put my writing on here before so! Hope that’s okay! if yall have a better idea let me know haha

Warnings on this poem: its about the Trans Experience TM and discusses themes of vaguely internalized homophobia and transphobia as well as dysphoria, but ends positively and is more about learning how to own your identity and your gender? Yes haha i think that about covers it

This Poem Is a Real Male Bathroom, For Real Men™️ Only

I know something is wrong when he turns around at the urinal.

Despite being new to this whole bathroom thing, I am certain that there is a rule about this specifically.

As he asks me what my name is, I wash my hands.

I almost say Miles, the name my mother says she would have given me if I was born a boy, but my brain tells me that this is Too Gay. My own name does not even cross my mind.

Miles is the name of my grandfather. He worked in the same steel mill for forty-six years. I do not believe he ever looked at a man for more than five seconds at a time. I know this, because he is the one who taught me to keep my head down at the urinal. To keep my head down at all times.

Still, I say Max. In my mouth, it sounds like a dogs name.

I stand there and try to remember the steps that go into washing your hands as he keeps talking. I am aware he is facing me completely now, I am aware of his frame in the background of the mirror I cannot look at, I am aware that there is one rule in male bathrooms, and so my brain keeps looping and repeating do not look up do not look up do not look up.

He asks me what my number is, and when I recount this to my mother a week later, I cannot find a way to describe how it feels like a threat. How it feels like wanting to count the tiles to the exit door but not being able to stop washing your hands because you simply can’t remember how it’s done anymore, what that last step is that lets your brain know the process is over. I try and work through it again. I restart, get more soap.

He keeps saying things. My brain flicks through quotes in my head like rapidly choosing what to wear into battle. I misremember the one I end up choosing, find myself unable to fix the clasps on a breastplate that I built for myself, it should have fit me. I feel like this strangely has to do more with what is inside my chest versus the flesh that lies on top of it, regardless, I play the quote again.

“The poet’s job, in the midst of the flood, is to remember the color of the water.”

And again.

The sink is just clear. I am trying to convince it to be blue, for a grocery list of reasons and the ghost of a voice saying “poetic cinema”, when he says something else, and I blink and it is Wednesday.

I joke to my friends that I am not sure if my superpower is time travel or teleportation. We decide that it is the latter because if I could time travel, I would just go forward til things were better. Instead, I just end up somewhere else days later, blinking back into my body, trying to remember how I got there. I am not wearing my jacket anymore. I still can’t find it now, and I only have a vague recollection of frantically looking for a sharpie to scribble out the rainbow flag on the outside, not because I am ashamed but because I have always needed a safety blanket, even now and it just doesn’t feel safe anymore.

My sister made it for my eighteenth birthday, not to celebrate my birth but my continued existence, she says it is a gift so that I can remember how brave I have been.

I am wearing it when I am too scared in an empty cafe to hold the boy I want to marry’s hand.

Six people write down brave as an adjective to describe me out of ten for a class project. I realize, after an hour of not understanding these results that everyone who has said this is LGBT. They do not think I am brave in my actions, they know I am brave for being alive.

I do not like that my sheer existence is heroic.

Later that night, or maybe a month before, I have been teleporting so much lately that I can’t remember time, I ask my partner if he thinks I am gay enough.

He asks me what I mean, and I do not know how to answer him,

I cannot tell if people see me as a boy or girl when they look at me anymore or if I just look small.

I tell him that it feels like I am just now realizing that I have missed my train and that I have been sitting at the station for eighteen years waiting for something that simply will not come,

When a girl tells me I am pretty I think of how I pictured myself looking in college.

I stand next to my little brother as we get out of the car and he is three heads taller than I will ever be,

I remember joking with him, when I did not know anything, that I would always make a better soldier than him.

I remember the first time I realized he would always be stronger than me when a news alert goes off on my phone saying I am too expensive to be in the military.

I tell my boyfriend that I have never seen myself as trans as I picture my father in Germany, my grandfather taking a picture of him in uniform as he helps pull a man over a wall my father made sure crumbled, I wonder if the picture took him more than five seconds to take, or if it’s okay to look at men through glass, through a viewfinder.

The only picture I have left of his is one of my mother holding me as a child, and there is much love in that single faded frame that even the photo paper feels soft, and still, today, I cannot help but wonder what he would think of me.

The water in the bathroom is clear as I wash my hands. My name is not Max. I know this because it took me four years to choose the perfect one. To make sure it fit right, like a safety jacket.

On a Thursday, my therapist asks me why I am scared, and suddenly I am in bed reading a text from a friend that asks the same thing, and maybe it actually is time travel.

“I do not know,” I say, both times, and they echo and I can’t make out which voice is mine, the high pitched one in my head or the one people hear when they meet me again for the first time in years.

I do not know, I say, because I have never been righteous I have never been angry. The group chat talks about what kind of historical gays they are. Elliot says he would have been an 80’s escort, in rich extravagant clothing, taking women to parties their husbands could not attend. Phoenix is a second brick at stonewall kind of gay, apparently. They ask me what I would be doing then. I say Berlin and Vietnam, respectively.

I have made it a goal, for the past two years, to tell someone on the internet every day that I love them. I did this after a person I barely knew died. His mother made a post about how we should not say that he “committed” anything, because that it makes it sound like a crime. I tell people I love them and sometimes it still feels like I am committing the act of love.

A boy once wrote to me saying he was happy I was finally writing happy poems. Even as I tell myself that life is circular, and sometimes backwards can still be forwards, I try to make this poem happy for him.

As I write this, I know I am traveling faster than the speed of light. That a few days from now I will blink and wake up and find this on my computer and wonder how it happened.

I will continue to taste the word brave on my tongue and try and use it to wash the sound of Max out of my mouth.

I will continue to try and name of the color of this flood, but it does not feel colorful, it does not feel rainbow. It still looks clear when I wash my hands.

I am itching more lately, and I try not to think about being allergic to my body.

The water is clear when it washes over skin that I cannot tell is mine.

The water is clear still.

I turn the faucet off. And I dry my hands. I have remembered these steps, in the end.

The water was clear, still.

And I am in love, still.

And I am love, still.

And I try to think of how all these things can exist at once.

And I land on the answer.

I am in multiple places at once.

I refuse not to call this a superpower.

I have decided to title this poem This Poem Is a Real Male Bathroom, For Real Men™️ Only.

And I want the guy whose penis I did not look at in that bathroom, to know,

That this poem is not for him.

Because I was the only real man in that room.

#tal asks #quiz mention #tal writes #okay to rb #your-url-is-problematic

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hermitcraftheadcanons · 5 years ago

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To Do List:

What's up, my Herd of Nerds?

Anyway, as you can tell, tomorrow is AU Sunday. But, because it's one after a 'my input' one, it's a follower input AU day! Yay!

So, send me your AUs and I'll put all of em in a hat to pick one randomly. The winner is picked and posted and we'll all try and make headcanons about your AU.

Done:

Zombie Apocalypse AU :: (https://hermitcraftheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/618314308275863552/zombie-apocalypse-au-masterpost)

Pirate AU ::

Currently In The Raffle:

-Toy Story AU.

-Ever After High/Descendants/Vaguely 'nex gen priness' AU.

-Eldritch Horror AU :: Or if that's a bit too out there, a more normal Monster AU. I don't care, but in my heart, I know Cleo is some kind of eldritch horror. Zombie is far too easy.

-Eldritch Monster AU! Hermits are all Lovecraftian horrors who all individually decided that they wanted to pretend to be normal and are all trying to hide their otherworldliness. I also feel like Mumbo or X or someone as the one actually "normal" player on the server would work well. Most hermits don't know that everyone else isn't normal either, but some find out about friends maybe.

-Rabid Debate Club AU :: Random weird au idea where it's basic hs/uni au but like two of them try to start a debate club, then invite some friends just so there's enough people; cut to like two months later, it's all the hermits just fighting over whether or not pineapple should go on pizza or not lol it isn't very good i'm sorry but ya know rabid debate club AU.

-Animal/shapeshifting AU :: (Suggested Twice.) Every hermit can shapeshift into one token animal. (If it's something like "dog," they can only turn into one breed and color of dog, EXAMPLE: doc can shift into a black sable belgian malinois, but not anything else.)

-Wedding Planners AU :: Hermits work in various unrelated businesses such as a bakery, flower shop, etc., but see each other semi-often bc they're semi-often called upon to work together by another hermit's wedding planning business (obvs if you couldn't tell i know absolutely nothing abt wedding planning & businesses n shit lol but it's the /concept/ of it yannknow)

-Avatar: The Last Air Bender AU. (Suggested Thrice.)

-Fusion AU :: (Also suggested by Anon.) (Suggested Twice.) What if Hermits could fuse with each other? (Viva and Jumbo fused into MumboJumbo.)

-SCP AU :: The hermits have spooky powers and are kept locked up bc of it (or they have to keep the world safe from monsters and cursed objects!)

-RPG AU :: I feel like someone already thought of that but I am just wondering about it lately :p -🍋

-Adventure Time AU :: The hermits live in a post-apocalyptic world and the Lich (bad guy) is making everything decay. They need to gather all the gems (belt colours) to unlock the Enchiridion (a book) and have one wish each granted from Prismo (multiverse wish granting dude) before the Lich does. Only 4 elements can enter the multiverse: Slime (The Lich & Jevin), Redstone (Tango or Mumbo?), Ice (Stress), and Dirt (Grian, much to his dismay). Only the elementals can see the book. Grian's the protagonist with his sidekick Scar. He originally started collecting the belts because they were shiny but eventually decided to read the book and find out what they were for when Scar said he didn't see it. Doc, False, and Iskall are major obstacles because they don't believe the book exists.</p>

-Total Drama Island AU.

-Magical Girl AU :: Zedaph's the lead magical girl and rounds up a bunch of other magical girl hermits.

-Pokeman AU :: What are the Hermit's roles in this world? Who's the Champion, Elite Four. Are they scientists? Trainers? Do they compete in competitions, do they specialize in types? Who's everyone's starter? Has anyone encountered any legendaries?

-College AU

-High School AU

-Wizard101 AU :: I (🦊) recently got this AU idea and recently started going off somewhere with it in terms of writing, but, like, Hermitcraft meets Wizard101. Tons and tons of magical shenanigans, monster hunting, and idk what else.

-Magic AU

-My Hero Academia AU :: Headcanons can be about which hermits would have what quirks and occupations based on them.

-So I'm writing an AU where there's a second game of Demise but 5 years later. So far the first 2 hermits (Joe and Xisuma) have died, and their dead forms are cracked with an arrow in his chest (Xisuma) and cyborg (Joe). So since it's Saturday, I'm looking for what some skins would look for.

-City AU :: I mean this is really just a normal everyday AU.

-School AU.

-Terraria-Minecraft Fusion AU :: Who chooses what class? what events do each hermit prefer? how to they deal with the world infections? preferred biomes? Favourite NPCS? It has potentiallllll.

-70s/80s Teen Horror AU :: (like Stranger Things, Carreie, The Lost Boys, Halloween, etc.) -🦇

-Demi-God AU :: Sort of like percy jackson (everyone being the children of different gods from all different cultures.)

-Supernatural AU

-Marching Band AU :: Xisuma is the band major and all the show music is the remixes. I need to come up with some ideas for uniforms. Outfits and flags for the colorguard too.

-Different Eras AU :: (Suggested Twice.) All the hermits are from different time periods or eras. Like Wels is from the mediveal/dark era, Mumbo is from 1890-1920's, Iskall is from 2030, TFC is from 2020(?), Cleo is from 2130, etc!!! Like the mobs/animals became feused with humans, is when the mob players came from.

-Star Trek AU :: Like maybe they could be on one ship and each have different roles like engineers or doctors? I don’t know if this has been suggested but hope you enjoy! - 🐦

-House Mates AU :: ApartmentAU but scaled down?

-Atlantis AU :: (Could be merged with Mermaid AU???)

-Fighting Game AU :: Some influences would be Street Fighter, Mortal Kombat, and Ultra Instinct, that kind of stuff.

-Time loop AU :: The hermits each have to deal with their own time loop.

(All those above in red are from our community's lovely Anons!)

-Superhero/superpower AU :: They each have a unique power/powerset that is in some way connected to their personality. (ie Mumbo *could* control electricity because of his love of redstone) Some Hermits may even choose to be "villains" and prank their other servermates. If you need power ideas, I've got a couple. (12u3ie)

-Daycare AU :: The recap peeps are the caretakers :P (-@tikauniverse.)

-Incredibly Long Cross Country Train Ride AU :: they all are in the same train car, telling stories of where they’re going, backstories.)

-Stuck In An Airport AU :: pretty similar to train au but they can be going diff places.

-Doctors AU :: they’re all doctors working at the same hospital.)

-Circus AU (Also suggested by an Anon.) (Suggested Twice.)

-Spy AU (Also suggested by @shadeswiftdraws.) (Suggested Twice.)

-Runaways AU :: The hermits are all teenagers who have run away from home, they all live on the streets until TFC takes them in. Head canons can be about backstories, living on the streets, or when they’re with TFC.

-Criminals and Police Officers AU

(-@lookitsspacekween)

-Dancer AU :: I mean, I already got a list kind of planned out, but headcanons for why specific styles are chosen would be appreciated! :) (usedtobelucythefallenangel)

-Broadway/Musicals Hermits AU :: The hermits are all casts of various musicals and when this newly-built theater opens up they all fight for which musical gets to play in it first (they have a riff-off maybe?) musicals mainly included are Hamilton, BMC, DEH, SiX, Beetlejuice, etc (feel free to add more!) (-@heyitsroby.)

-DnD AU (Also suggested by Anon.) (Suggested twice.)

-Mermaid AU :: In honor of the end of Mermay

-Space exploration AU :: There could be different ships, command centers, aliens.... Maybe someone could even get stranded/crash on a new planet? Who knows, could be fun.

-Paranormal/ghost hunter AU :: A couple Hermits could be the ghost hunters going to haunted locations to prove/disprove their hauntedness, others could be camera crew, owners of haunted buildings, or even the ghosts themselves.

-Camping/Vacation AU.

-Summer Cottage AU :: They all spend summers/weekends along the same shoreline and do different summer activities together. Outdoor fun and shenanigans!

-Space AU :: like star trek or similar.

-I would say evil clone au but I think that's pretty much the entire Hermitcraft tumblr right now lol. (Suggested twice.)

(-@shadeswiftdraws.)

-Magic AU :: Magic exists and all the hermits have powers. They can also summon a weapon but what that weapon is depends on the hermit. I'm thinking it'll take place in a sort-of Demise 2 in S7 with a big war. So far I've got: Grian - Cloning himself to his different personas (each has a different power). Xisuma - Making barriers, teleporting, and transforming into different mobs. Scar - Making mutant plants & boosting other hermits' attack & health. (-@datsaltyperson.)

-Demon AU :: Something enters the overworld and turns into a supernatural style-demon through Dimentional Distortion. Who gets posessed first, who goes crazy, and who actually kills it? Honestly I think that, if anything, Tango would know how to gank it, for obvious reasons. (-@fireflower-dusk.)

-High Street AU :: Everyone owns a different shop on the same street or some run a shop together (-@violets-arepurple.)

-Cat AU :: Either they're were always cats, or Hels turned everyone, including himself, into a cat, and they have to survive and overcome challenges in the Season 7 world. An example of a challenge would be Cub's a Sand Cat(the cats that always look like kittens no matter how old they are and live in deserts), and everyone's not sure if he can actually swim, so they have to find a way for him to get around without involving water. (-@scp10000.)

-How about a secret AU.. Every hermit has their big secrets and when Grian joined. He doesn't really know anything about those secrets even till season 7. Not many hermits talked to him in S6 anyway.. Mumbo was the closest to him so they would have regular chats For Iskall is mostly business related things Grian wants to know why so he set out on a quest to force the others to at least talk to him so he wouldn't be lonely. (-@babylightstudentbiscuit.)

-Hermit Family AU :: Xisuma is very busy dad but when he isnt busy the kids and younger hermits annoying the hell out of him. Grian once asked to use Xisuma's computer and crashed the whole thing trying to download illegal gamesites and get money off the internet. Mumbo and his trains run through the entire house and Xisuma trips on them daily. (-@gamerutx.)

-College AU!! But they are not students. THEY ARE THE TEACHERS (-@ivi-prism.)

Ones I planned to do anyway but Hermitblr Hivemind and all that:

Battle of The Bands AU: i believe u once mentioned a bands/ battle of the bands au... thats my jam... (Anon.)

#hcraft #hermitcraftheadcanons #raffle day #notaheadcanon #masterpost #au to do list

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writeintrees · 5 years ago

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Pain in a Superpowered Society

Blurb: In a world where superpowers are highly regulated, Sarah has the misfortune of having chronic pain and the ability to swap bodies. What will happen when the authorities catch up to her and try to utilize her power?

Words: 5332

Warning: pain, institutionalization, superpowers, vomiting, military, dissociation, losing consciousness, panic attack

“Don’t touch me!” I yelp at the woman crouched beside me. She pulls back her hand at the way my hoarse voice catches at the corners. It’s the voice of someone scared and desperate and she is smart enough to know that’s a dangerous combination. She stands and exits the room. My shoulders ache against the coarse concrete of the wall I am pressed up against. My hands shake against the ripped fabric of my pants. The room is faintly lit by sunlight filtering through holes in the sheet metal above. The roof is peeled back at the corner like the lid to a can of tuna. I scan for a foothold. The wall is cracked in the middle, like someone had started to take a sledgehammer to it only to decide it was not worth the trouble. Moss has collected in the fissures so I guess that person gave up a long time ago. Voices approach the door. I push myself up to standing. A wave of nausea hits and I steady myself as stars spatter across my eyes. A large man appears in the doorway, and I see a dark green uniform in my speckled vision. I do not wait. I make a run for it, whipping across the room and catching my foot in the sledgehammer indent to gain purchase on the top of the wall. I am ready to use the momentum to heft my body upward through the small opening when I feel a strong arm loop around my legs. His knuckle makes contact with my exposed knee and next thing I know we are both on the floor.

My breathing is fast and shallow. I gasp for air and feel like I am dying. I scramble to my feet and away from the large body rolling on the gravel. His roars are drowned behind my own panicked thoughts. Fuck not again. Shit shit shit I’m dying. I know, logically that I’m not, but my mind screams it just the same. I hear the footsteps of people in heavy gear, feel a sting in my right arm, then everything buzzes into blackness.

I jolt awake in a dimly lit room. I lie on a twin sized bed, still in my filthy street clothes. A thick glass wall bisects the room, dividing the space between myself and the woman who had crouched before me earlier today. Or has it been longer than that? How long have I been out?

She sits typing on a laptop, the blue glow of the screen illuminating her dark braided hair. I begin to stir and feel a prickle in my left arm. There an IV connects to a bag full of yellow fluid. I feel like a caged animal here. Do I even have any rights with my powers? What the fuck is going on?

“You made quite a mess out there.” The woman speaks without looking up from her computer. The voice crackles through a set of speakers by the -- what I now gather to be soundproof -- glass. A twinge shoots between my ribs when I try to take a deep breath. I lie back and press the heels of my hands into my eyes. Come on, keep it together. You are safe. Wherever you are, they are not hurting you. It helps slightly, but not enough. The prickling feeling in my left arm intensifies. I rub at it absentmindedly, trying to focus on my breathing.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Her voice sounds more direct. She is probably looking at me now. I keep my eyes closed and keep trying to quiet my body.

“Not really?” My voice sounds more strained than I meant for it to. The feeling of bugs crawling up my arm and under my skin increases.

“Alright. I am legally required to read you your rights. You are under quarantine until you are given clearance and then you will be free to move within the building and interact with the other powered individuals housed here.” She launches into the whole spiel. “This is a government sanctioned mandatory four week training and assessment program, and the evaluations during this period will determine your designation at the completion of the program. The three options are that you will join the security force, be put in confinement indefinitely, or released to live a relatively normal life, under close watch of course.” Her tone is bored as she recites these words she has no doubt she’s said a hundred times before. I take my fingernails to the film holding the IV in and start picking at it as she talks.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. The nurse said you were severely dehydrated and low on electrolytes when you came in.” Too late. I already have it halfway out. My throat tightens as the plastic tube slides out of my vein and drips yellow fluid across my arm. I turn the small plastic valve to the closed position. I rub at my arm and feel the crawling sensation subside.

An awful thought hits me and I finally make eye contact with the woman, “Did anyone touch me when I was out?” My voice is panicked. She eyes me closely.

“Not after what happened to the first guard. We handled you with hazmat suits after that. That’s one heck of a power you’ve got there. Is it only through touch or can you do it through the air as well.” There is a hint of curiosity in her gaze, like she doesn’t know what to make of me. Fair enough.

“It’s only through touch. Well- at least I think it is.”

“Alright, good to know.” She makes a quick note then closes her laptop and slips it into her bag. “I’ll be back tomorrow to talk again. Hit the buzzer if you need anything.” She gestures to a com on the door on this side of the glass. I stare at the door for a few minutes after she exits. Where the fuck am I? What do they want from me? I swing my legs to the edge of the bed and test some of my weight on my legs. It feels like my knees are splintering as I push myself upright. I take slow steps to the window at the foot of my bed to see the top of a lamp-post and a building across what looks like a courtyard, but no people walking around.

I glance around the room. There are two cameras, one by each door. Twin doorways out of the room which is mirrored on either side of the barrier. The glass is solid and thick. Everything is likely vacuum sealed for people who’s powers carry through air. Not like I could use my power to break out of here anyways. I walk over to the door with the buzzer. My steps are a little more solid. Movement always helps. Yep, I was right. There is a rubber rim around the door. There is a window through the door at eye level, revealing a small room on the other side with the lights off. I take a shaky breath and press the red button. At first there is no sound or sign it worked. Maybe I didn’t press hard enough? I look up at the camera. There is a buzz and a voice comes from the speaker, “yes?”

I am flustered. “Um, hi, I’m not sure who to ask or if you even can help but, um, is there any way I could get an ice pack? Or some frozen peas or something? -- Please?” There’s a pause before they respond. Stupid. They don’t care about a silly ice pack. You’re here who knows where and you want ice? Whatever there’s no harm in asking. And it would let you think more clearly.

“Yeah I think I can manage that. Would you like some food as well?”

“Yes please. Thank you so much.”

The com buzzes again as it turns off. I smile in the little victory. I don’t want to have to make this trek again, so I sink against the wall beside the door. Maybe ten minutes later I am startled again by the buzz of the com.

“I know you’re there. It’s no use trying to jump me.” I stand up and see that there is a man inside the small room.

“I’m not… I mean I wasn’t-” I trail off. It’s too hard to explain. The man smiles at me from the other side of the glass. He slides a plate of food and an ice pack into a compartment in the door.

“Here you go. My name’s Jonah if you need anything else.” When he slides his door shut, a small green light blinks on my side. I pull the things out my side.

“Thank you. I’m Sarah.”

“Pleased to meet you Sarah.” He smiles before he leaves. The door opens into a hall. I see a number plate on the door opposite mine, 113. I sit on the bed and rest the ice pack on my knees. I begin eating the sandwich Jonah brought. 113. How many are holding cells? Are there more floors?

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“Good morning Sarah! How are you feeling?” The cheery voice cuts like knives and the lights blare through my eyelids. All I can manage is a groan and I pull the sheets over my head.

“Oh no you don’t, you’ve had enough sleep. It’s time for your medical assessment.” I peek out and see the yellow rubber of a hazmat suit before she pulls back the sheets.

“I’m Doctor Santini. Could you please stand up for me?” I groan again in protest then roll to my side and push myself shakily to sitting. Behind the face shield of the hazmat suit, a shock of red hair curls around the doctor’s face. She is bright and cheery while I can practically feel the dark circles under my eyes. My bones ache with fatigue and stiffness. On the other side of the glass partition is that woman in the suit and dark braid. Her arms are behind her back in a casual but intimidating gesture. This time she is not alone but has an assistant who is taking notes at a standing desk.

I stand and do what the doctor asks. She has me walk in a straight line, hold my arms in front of me, all standard stuff for assessing physical fitness. I am able to do everything she asks and hope she doesn’t catch the scrunching of my brow or sharp inhales. I go to lie down again as she taps something on her tablet.

“Now is there any pain or discomfort anywhere?”

I let out a sharp breath of amusement, “why?”

“I need to make sure nothing’s broken or infected.”

“Ok I can tell you I’m fine there.” She looks skeptical. I roll my eyes and push myself up to seated again. “I don’t have a fever and I’d be in more pain if something were broken. I promise you. I’d notice.”

She insists on a more thorough physical examination. I can tell she is suspicious of my vague and unusual answers. I do not want to have to explain, I just want to get out of here as soon as possible. I am already exhausted and it is still the early morning, at least it feels like it. I have been having to sleep almost until noon lately for the fatigue to ease. Why did they have to wake me up so fucking early? The doctor pulls a curtain across the glass and has me change out of my filthy clothing and into grey cotton pajamas. After examining and palpating my bruises, she seems finally satisfied. I curl back up on my side facing the wall. I hear the metal clangs of curtain rings sliding along the rod and the door latching behind her.

“How long have you had your power?” The woman in the suit asks. I had forgotten she was there.

Can’t you people just leave me the fuck alone? I didn’t ask to be here.

“Sarah, I am a busy woman so let’s make this quick and painless.”

I smile weakly. Alright suit lady. Let’s get this over with, but it will be by no means painless. “Okay. Can I stay on my back though?”

“I don’t see why not.”

I roll onto my back, knees up and I speak into the open air. “I’m not sure how long it’s been. Um… It started about the time when Carlson was elected.”

“Six years. That’s impressive. Longest someone’s kept off our radar is ten but most are found within the first few months. What did you do all that time?”

The assistant is typing a mile a minute. The tapping makes it hard to think. I give the briefest recap possible. Honestly it has been a huge blur. I feel the lady’s eyes burrowing into my skin. I try to keep my gaze softly focused on the ceiling and take a deep breath. My hips and back ache. All of my muscles feel twisted and constricting. Breathing is hard. Staying still is hard. Moving hurts. I need some fucking distraction or I'm going to go and do something reckless in here.

“What is your power exactly?” The assistant keeps tapping away. What is she even writing? No one is speaking right now. The cinched ankles of the clothes they gave me cut into the backs of my calves. My hips ache. I roll again with my back to the woman again.

“It’s hard to explain.”

There is a long pause that I am too tired to feel the tension in. She seems to realize I am not planning on elaborating. “Suit yourself. Adam will come by later. He’s one of our trainers here for our more uncooperative guests. He’ll find out what you’re hiding.”

“Pfft. Guests.” I whisper at the padded wall. Reminds me of a mental hospital. I curl into a ball and try to adjust the waistband and ankles of the pants. One hand lifts to rub at my temples.

I must have fallen asleep because next thing I know I hear the buzz of the com, “Ready or not it’s training time!”

I don’t move to look at the door. The rubber of the hazmat suit creaks and sticks to the hard floor. The sound gets louder as he approaches. Can’t I get just a moment to think? Fuck this shit.

“Hey, you awake?” The voice is clear and not muffled by a suit hood. I turn to see what I had thought was the yellow rubber of the suit was instead the squeaking of worn in sneakers.

“Wha- wait you aren’t wearing a suit!”

His laugh is deep, one of those belly laughs that are always genuine. “Yeah, I always find it works better to get to know someone if they aren’t being treated like some feral animal.”

He sits down casually on the end of the bed. I jerk my legs up and away. My heart is racing. Don’t get too close. You’ll get hurt. It’s alright. I’m alright. I take a deep breath to remind myself I am alive. Again a small stabbing comes with the expansion of my rib cage. The trainer, -- Adam was his name right? -- well whatever his name is he is looking straight at me just like everyone else does. Trying to figure out what breed of freak I am. This is where all the disappeared people go then? Do the people here find out your powers then how to weaponize them? I’m afraid they will have little luck with me. Mine are useless.

“Now I’m here because you refuse to explain what your powers are. I talked to the guard who tried to nab you back where they found you. Sounds like you put him in a world of hurt.” He flashes me a smile. I hear the screams of the guard in the back of my mind and squeeze my eyes shut. Fuck. I’m so sorry. Shit, that poor guy.

“I’m sorry Sarah but I can’t leave without finding out what your power is.”

“I- I hurt people. Please stay away. I don’t want to hurt you too.”

“I’m a big boy. I can take it. Believe me whatever you are packin, I’ve felt worse.”

“No, you don’t understand, I-” I didn’t even see his hand coming. Suddenly my chest feels like it is constricting. Panic shoots through me. He’s fast. But now he is throwing up on the floor, propped on his hands and knees. Everything is muted. I can’t feel. Fuck I’m dying. Shit shit shit shit-

I dig my fingers into my scalp, hanging onto my hair for dear life. Everything is spinning and splotchy and dull. I just have to ride it out. I try to remind myself that this won’t last long, that I had contact not so long ago so this one will be brief, but my body screams out that this is the end of the world. It feels like forever.

“You alright?” A woman’s voice comes from the speaker. The world is starting to return to normal. The pangs in my body shift back to their normal spots. I let out a shaky breath of relief.

Andy stands up and gives a big thumbs up with a grin. “Whoa that was a trip. Wowie. Kendra did you get that?” He yells over to the door. In the window a girl with a long blonde ponytail rolls her eyes and nods.

“No kidding that’s a whopper of a power you’ve got there.” He seems to notice that I am still curled up in the fetal position and seems confused at this. He waves me up, “come on, let’s look at the footage.”

The blonde opens the door and he goes inside the small room. Jonah is there as well, looking much more kindly at me than Kendra is. I stand hesitantly outside the threshold.

“Come on in. I don’t think you are going to try to get the jump on us. And if you do, just know there is no way you can get through the second door.” I glance in and see sure enough that the door into the hallway is just like the one into the room, minus the window.

“Kendra, let’s see what we got.”

Kendra keeps as much distance between us as possible. I try to stand back to respect this. I definitely would not want to be near me either. Adam’s trust is very misguided. I watch curiously as the scene we just lived plays out from an aerial view. Each of us curling into ourselves. It only takes a minute and twenty seconds for Adam to stand back up and give a thumbs up. The video pauses. It felt like hours. Every second ached for something missing and felt like a milenia. I bend to clutch my knees and take a deep breath.

“Here,” I look up to see Adam pointing at a close-up of me during the transfer, “what is going on here?”

Fuck. “Um, what do you mean?”

“I mean with most powers I’ve encountered with skin-to-skin contact, those only affect the other person. But it looks like you are going through the same thing I am.” Ha. Not exactly.

“Yeah. You get kinda used to the pain over time though.” I leave it vague so I’m not lying but he will misinterpret what I am saying.

“Well shit. That’s no fun is it? That fucking sucked.” This time I am the one smiling.

“Yeah, it really does. Welcome to my world.”

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I know they won’t give me scissors or anything else to cut my clothing. I wait until it is dark and start working at it with my teeth and fingernails. I am able to rip out the tag and work the elastic bands until they snap with minimal pain. My jaw is left a little sore but I can finally sleep better tonight without those things cutting into my skin.

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Four armed guards in hazmat suits enter my room and lead me to the training room. After a long visit with a psychologist and the talk with the trainer, I got moved out of the isolation chamber and into a more regular room. No glass partition this time. After assessing my security risk they let me pass on to the next stage of training.

Adam is not alone this time. He is with a guy about 5’ 6” with short black hair.

“Time for combat training Sarah. Now step up on the mat and put these on.” He holds out a pair of padded gloves that reach up to the elbow.

“Shouldn’t I be more covered?”

“Nope, today we are working on controlled movements and body awareness. This should help you prevent unnecessary skin-to-skin contact in your every day. Also it counts as combat training for the books. Don’t worry, we’ll start off nice and easy.”

I don’t know about this. We start with footwork, then simple punches and blocks. The boy working with me says he made a bet with the others that he wouldn’t throw up like Andy did. I don’t want to know how he heard about that. I think of a large room full of other powered individuals all laughing and analyzing that image Andy showed me. My stomach turns at the thought that they would figure it all out. My breathing is starting to catch on my throat as we keep moving around the mat. Everything is fuzzy, like my eyes and brain are full of cotton. My arms feel red and swollen and my leg muscles ache. I mention this and Andy says that’s good, that it's a sign of a good workout. It takes everything I have to not glare at him or spit choice words. He takes over on the next part of block sequences, starting to go a little faster. Sweat beads on our foreheads and catches the lights. I feel hot and pummeled and I take a quick glance for somewhere I could go to throw up. In that moment my reaction time slows enough that I take a blow to the shoulder that knocks me onto my back.

Andy kneels down, “you gotta keep your eyes on the target!” I curl my knees up and clench my belly. “You alright? Are you hurt?”

“What the fuck do you think?” I spit at him. My weight shifts so I roll onto my side, but I had not noticed that my loose pants had ridden up my calf and the exposed area makes contact with his ankle. For a moment it feels amazing for the aching to die down. I sit back up without pain in comparison to before. I feel half dead again. “Shit, I’m so sorry coach. I didn’t mean to. I swear.” I am able to focus on him. I look to the kid -- who is looking like he is about to piss himself and with eyes as wide as saucers -- and yell at him to get some ice. I get Coach Andy onto his back with ice and talk him through breathing and relaxing his muscles. It helps and his movement quiets down. It lasts maybe 5 minutes, enough for me to get used to the lack of pain before it hits me again like a truck. He and I gasp for opposite reasons as the transfer reverts.

“That time was different? Why?”

Because my body flips out at the training for no fucking reason., that’s why. I look up at him with a pang of remorse. This is my burden to bear. He motions for the guards to come back in and escort me away.

“No more training until we figure this out.”

I am led back to that first partitioned room. Helping him through it actually made the world feel more real. Less faded. I exist between two extremes, both unbearable for their own reasons. At least I know a goal and keeping moving can help. It made me feel a little less dead.

Shortly after I return to my room, Kendra wheels a cart just through the threshold and quickly retreats back into the small room. Andy enters on the opposite side of the glass. His face is hardened and he looks much older. More drained, somehow.

“You are uncooperative during sessions. Not only with me but with the rest of the team as well. The higher ups wanted me to do this sooner but I believed in you and thought I could get through to you.” His stiff demeanor shows how much I disappointed him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” He waves his hand in dismissal.

“Just put on the equipment by the door as I instruct you to.” He talks me through attaching leads to my chest and stomach. I put a cap on my head and gloves over my hands. He instructs me to sit upright and answer his questions to the best of my ability. I don’t interrupt to say I cannot sit upright comfortably on the bed. Let’s just get this over with.

“Does your ability cause pain in others?”

“Yes.”

“Do you also have pain inflicted upon yourself by your ability?”

“Kind of?”

“Please answer yes or no. Does your ability cause you physical pain the same as it does to other people?”

I think for a moment. Panic attacks and emotional pain yes, but physical pain… “no.”

Adam scowls as he types into his tablet. “So you lied to me.”

My heart jumps. “Yes.”

“Why do you ask for ice and heat packs?”

Tears begin to well up in my eyes, “because I wouldn’t be able to bear it otherwise.” I chew at the inside of my cheek and feel the pain blossom out of my jaw into my ear and up to my temple. A hot tear splashes onto my arm.

“Your ability doesn’t just cause pain in others, does it?”

“No.”

“Are you in physical pain right now?”

“Yes.”

“Is that what the ice packs are for? Reducing your pain?”

“Yes.”

“So what I was feeling whenever we made contact. When we were in the training area. That is how you feel all the time?”

“Not all the time.”

“Not when you make contact?”

“No.”

“So what do you feel when you make contact? You seem like you are affected as well.”

“I feel numb, like I’m dying.”

“So the pain goes away?”

“My pain goes away but if the other person is in pain then I get their pain.”

“So you feel each other’s physical sensations?”

“Not exactly, more like the way our bodies are geared swap. Like if you are depressed I feel depressed or if my body is stupid and interprets the feeling of clothing on it as pain then you feel that with your own clothing.” I see him glance at the chewed through and loose ankles of my pants.

“You really feel like that all the time?” He says, hushed. His voice has softened again and so have his eyes. There’s this gooey pity look that I get every time someone finds out about my pain that makes me want to disappear, to melt into the bed.

“It’s not so bad...” What felt like something strong in my head comes out as even more pitiful. I can’t bear to look at him again. I instead direct my gaze at my feet and slowly rub them against each other.

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“What? You scared to hit a disabled girl?”

We’re three weeks into the program and Adam seems to trust me again. He moved a freezer into the training room and I get to take breaks whenever I need them. The stern lady came in and threatened that if I tried anything, my privileges would be immediately revoked and I might just have to live the rest of my life in a cell. I am free to go to the dining hall and lounge with the rest of the people in the program. The facility is large, but not as large as I sometimes imagined. There are about a hundred people in the program right now. People are constantly cycling through. The first day I was given privileges, I walked into the lounge and was met with a lot of looks in my direction and whispers. The boy who I had fought my first combat training day ran up to me and yelled: “this is the girl I was telling you about!” Everyone swarmed me with questions after that. Some wanted to touch me to prove who was the toughest. I was taken aback at first. The boy, Suman was his name I later found out, pulled me aside and said they are just curious and mean no harm. Turns out a bit of a legend had cropped up around me. Only half of it was true, but I am not telling them which half just yet. I started getting an audience during my training. Not that that was odd. On the contrary, it seems that watching each other train is a common pastime here.

The blocks have gotten easier over time. Andy has me hitting a bag that he painted green and yellow and wants me to hit skin on green and glove on yellow. I have more padding on my arms and that reduces the pain of it. My limbs still buzz for about an hour after each session, but I am sleeping better with the exercise.

I finish the training and head back to the lounge with an ice pack to recuperate. Jonah is there playing cards with Suman and a girl who is able to compress light into matter. Really cool stuff. Others start to trickle in as the afternoon continues. Luke tells a story about a guy they brought in yesterday who could coat himself in ice like armor. In just three days Luke will finish the program. He is hoping to be offered an assignment in the guard. A kid comes up to me and pats me on the sleeve saying I did good today. The attention turns to me and one of the boys with a tough persona bets his buddy that he wouldn’t even be phased if he touched me. Despite all the talk, none of them have ever transferred with me. His friend bets he would end up on the ground. I have been working with a medical professional every other day and transferring with the doctor and having her figure out what body mechanics and nervous system calming techniques would be most helpful for my case. Central sensitization they are calling it. I had no idea there was a word for it. I half thought it was all in my head. Turns out my central nervous system just freaks out over every little thing and it causes a whole slew of problems.

“Alright. Come and give it a shot. I bet ten bucks that you’re gonna puke.”

The boy looks up at me with wide eyes. I smirk back. He doesn’t want to show that he was making a big talk with no follow through, so he approaches me.

“It should last only about 30 seconds at this point. You ready?” I hold out my hand for him to touch if he likes. It’s not too late to back out now. His friends start cheering and laughing and he touches my hand. The dimming hits less hard now. I breathe through the momentary panic like the psychologist taught me. He said it’s common to feel like you’re dying when something so overwhelming and constant over so much time goes away. The boy already has his head in the trash can. I help him lie down on the couch.

“I can’t believe you guys actually are signing up for this.”

“Who wants a turn next?” Jonah yells. A few hands shoot up.

A/N: I found this in a free write I did in 2018. It resonated with me, so I hope it finds someone else who needs it. I really like the idea of body swaps or mind reading, since pain is such an internal experience.

As always, any comments are critiques are welcome!

#milo's stories #chronic pain #fibromyalgia #central sensitization #fibro #chronic illness #actually chronically ill #chronic fatigue #superhero

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Spring 2019 Fan Fest Prompt List

Hey fan-festers!

We’re happy to say that we received 81 prompts this time around, and we spent the last few days distilling all those amazing and creative prompts down to a list of 63 prompts! (If you’re keeping count, that’s far more than last year’s 48!)

As with last year, we had some repeat prompts and prompts that were similar enough that it made sense to condense them under one item. Additionally, most of the prompts we distilled down to a few words for the sake of having a concise list! Again, like last year’s fest, we’re providing the full text of the original prompts under the cut, in case you’re looking for more details to get started!

You’re free to create any kind of fanwork based on the below prompts! There’s no minimum word count and no rules on what to create, or even how many - if you want to combine prompts, that’s cool! If you’re called to make more than one thing, that’s awesome too! The only limit is that this fest runs from now until April 15th - so if you’re creating something, make sure you post it and tag it with #bennguinfanfest so we can share it to this tumblr! If you’re posting to AO3, the collection is now open for submissions as well, so make sure to include your work there so everyone can find it!

One final thing: even if you didn’t submit prompts, feel free to participate and join us on the discord! We’ve set up a discord server here: bennguinfest on discord to stay connected, inspire each other, and have fun! It’s a great group and really active, so don’t be shy!

That’s it! On to the prompt list!

Matchmaking dogs

Space AU

Birthday gifts

Coming out/being together in the NHL

Acting like a couple (but they’re not actually a couple)

Tyler as a WAG

Transported to a parallel universe

Abducted by aliens

Superhero/Superpowers AU

Amnesia from an injury

Soulmate AUs: Color-based, name-on-wrist

Thirst follow/Met online

Drag AU

Time loops

Alternate histories

Cop AU

Reality show AU (Survivor, the Bachelor, Married At First Sight)

Jamie Poppins/Single dad AU

Supernatural races (vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, etc.)

Omegaverse: Courting

Delivery boy/Uber driver AU

Tyler gets traded back to Boston

Breaking up & making up

Omegaverse: Bonding drama

Boring office desk job

Road trips

Protective Jamie defending Tyler

College/University AU

Tyler tries to be Jamie’s wingman

Lites’s comments affecting the boys

Taking care of a sick hockey player

Cuddle pile/team bed fic

Harry Potter AU

Fire alarm meet-cute

DnD/Hockey Mashup

De-aged after a fight

Bakery/Tattoo Artist AU

Friends with benefits - and then with feelings

Zombie AU

Homeless AU

Nerds are hot/competency kink

Omegaverse: scents

YouTube channel AU

Bridal shop meet-cute

Beard appreciation

Tornado warning

Figure skater mpreg

Self-conscious Jamie

Wing!fic

Winning the cup and a kiss on the ice

Lifeguard AU

Haunted farm

Animal daemons

Surprise/sudden parenting

Jealousy from dating/flirting with someone else

Secret relationship and almost getting caught

Long-lost childhood friends

"Come here."

“Close the door.”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“It’s three in the morning and you want me to do what?”

“You could’ve died.”

“I thought you were dead.

Full text of the prompts under the link! If you have any questions, feel free to send us an ask - and as always, happy creating!

1. Matchmaking dogs: Tyler’s dogs want to get their human with a certain cow-eyed captain

“well this is really awkward considering the last time we saw each other, i was screaming at you to never talk to me again, but like, my dog recognized you all the way across the park and literally dragged me over here because she misses you so hi” AU

2. Space AU (ex. Star Trek, Firefly, or something else entirely)

3. It's Tyler's birthday and at first Jamie gives off the feeling that he's forgotten and this hurts Tyler but it turns out that that Jamie wakes Tyler up at midnight on his birthday with two tickets to an offseason trip

4. I want a fic that REALLY captures what it would be like if two NHL players were to come out in 2019. I'm talking teammate reactions, press reactions, social media, family, the whole shebang. I wanna see the real raw reactions and the struggle the guys would have to go through. I would also loooove if you could fit Jamie proposing to Tyler in there somewhere but it isn't a necessity.

Jamie has a hard time dealing with how public Tyler’s life is, with the insta stories and with random people filming him all the time. It feels like it’s only a matter of time before their relationship is exposed because of how much Tyler is in the public eye. Jamie doesn’t want to break up but it seems like that’s the only choice he has. He doesn’t want to do this so much that he calls a press conference and comes out of the closet.

Jamie and Tyler have been dating since 2014 and he’s tired of hiding it. So with Jamie’s consent he posts a cute photo of them being a couple and writes a heartfelt monologue about their story. And the whole hockey community blows up about it. And it’s kinda about how they deal with being and out couple and Tyler posting obnoxiously cute couple photos on his Instagram. Sorry this prompted is a mess I just want Tyler to be a troll and post cute cliche couple photos on Instagram of him and Jamie and the world loading their minds about it.

Jamie and Tyler come out to the team about them dating. Management wants to keep their relationship secret so they make Jamie fake date someone. And him and Tyler struggle with the stress that puts on them.

realistic consequences of being together with the team

5. Tyler and Jamie are super close but super oblivious to the fact that they act like a literal couple. Jamie has a gf and she hates the fact that it seems like Jamie cares more about Tyler than he does her.

6. Fluffy fic where Jamie still plays hockey, he meets tyler and they fall in love and tyler becomes an nhl wife/husband/boyfriend.

7. Parallel universes -- somehow Tyler (or Jamie) finds himself in an alternate universe where his life is radically different (for better or for worse) which makes him realize how much his relationship to Jamie (or Tyler) means.

waking up in the future/alternate reality fic

8. Jamie and Tyler are abducted by aliens and taken to a faraway planet where they are prisoners in a bizarro planet. Is it real or is it a nightmare though?

9. jamie and tyler are in danger and major trouble when their identities as superheroes are revealed and bad guys are after them.

powers/mutant AU (as in pick one, not all at the same time) One hides their ability from the other, and when the other finds out, its...not good

Superhero AU! Are they superhero partners? Is one of them a superhero and can't date the other because he has to keep him safe? Are they both trying to keep their secret identities secret from each other while simultaneously dating in both iterations? Up to you, or anything else!

10. Amnesia angst for the win - Jamie gets a particularly hard hit, wakes up and can remember everyone except for tyler (maybe not explicitly, say they can *remember* them, but not remember that they've been dating for eight months now) cue tyler avoiding jamie because its too hard him to be around him

11. soulmate au! people are born with blackmarks - on their hands, their faces, their skin in general - the black marks is the first place their soulmate would touch them. Jamie was born without a mark. Tyler was born with two pitch black palms. Years after tylers been traded to the stars, Jamie falls asleep, and tyler can't help but run his fingers through Jamie's hair, just once, and then he looks down at his hand and the tips of his fingers are colored, and so are the few strands of Jamie's black hair.

Soulmate au- either abo or name on wrist. No drama, just fluff!

12. Tyler thirst follows Jamie on insta. This can be hockey or non-hockey, but Jamie follows back and they start talking.

13. Rupaul’s Drag Race au. Tyler and Jamie are competing against each other but are constantly talking about how much they like each other/are attracted to each other in the confessional. They’re both single, so why not go for it? Alternatively, one is a queen and the other is a member of the pit crew.

14. groundhog day au (aka, tylers/jamies day keeps getting reset, again and again until they get together finally and wake up the next day)

15. alternate history, tyler is never traded to dallas, but they still somehow meet and fall in love anyway

16. cop AU, where in tyler the rookie transfers and get stuck with Jamie the sorta senior to show him the ropes. Jamie gets attached. And that’s...a problem, in their line of work. Or at least it is for him.

17. Survivor au- same or different tribe, as long as they’re the “showmance”

"The Bachelor" AU

Married at first sight au- either within the parameters of the actual show, or they literally get married the day they meet

18. Jamie!Poppins - tyler is a single father with a new baby and no clue of what he's going to do. enter Jamie Poppins!

19. Minotaur Jamie

The Dallas Stars are a pack of werewolves, and Tyler is the vampire that’s been traded to their team.

Shifter verse!! and ive got nothing else for this other than wanting to see tyler as a tiny lab puppy pls and thanks

20. Alpha Tyler and omega Jamie: “usually when I meet an omega I wanna bone, but with Jamie I wanna fucking hold his hand and feed him bonbons all day, what the fuck”

21. Jamie the delivery boy. Kay hear me out. Like he keeps delivering huge quantities of food to this particular house and it always seems like there should be more than one person. But there’s not. And Tyler orders. All. The. Time. Hopeful it’s jamie. But they’re both too dumb to ask each other out. Lots of pining

Uber driver! Jamie picks up Tyler from a one night stand

22. Tyler gets traded back to Boston AU - Everything hurts and nothing is okay. (except that at least one of them is retiring at the end of the season so it's actually more okay than they think) (also a future fic)

23. breakup and makeup but spanning over seasons - no cheese plots

24. Bond drama (abo) either they bond too quickly, like at the all star game or something and dont know ehat to do because theyre on different teams, or they really want to bond and its not happening as fast as they think it should

25. Boring office desk job

26. road trip to Montreal to visit Jordie

27. while out chilling at a bar celebrating a win, jamie and tyler are having a couple of drinks and when jamie gets up to go the bathroom, a drunk stranger and a couple of his friends decide to harass Tyler, upsetting him. A furiously protective Jamie intervenes and despite holding his own, Jamie is beaten up and him and tyler end up in a dumpster.

28. A University fic where Tyler is out and proud and gay and Jamie is still trying to figure out his sexuality but he's having a hard time. No homophobic Jamie tho please, just a guy trying to figure himself out. Would love if he would rely on his family throughout the fic for advice.

I’m always a sucker for college au, or masters/PhD students etc

COLLEGE AU BECAUSE WE ALL NEED MORE OF THAT IN OUR LIVES

'the cops showed up to a party we were at and chased everyone away. You and I happened to run in the opposite direction of all our friends and got lost in some dark and creepy street.’ - College AU

29. Tyler finds out Jamie is gay (outed/comes out/whatever you prefer) and embarks on a wild but good-intentioned quest to find Jamie his perfect man.

30. Tyler is hurt by Lites' comments more than one thinks and Jamie is worried when he sees Tyler crying in private.

31. sickfic? jamie taking care of tyler is- like just how pathetic is a sick hockey player?

32. team bed au omg someone pls

33. Harry Potter au but not as high school student, just something in the magical world

34. "3am and the fire alarm in our apartment building went off and you look cold here is my jacket"

35. Hockey AU but they’re all dnd races. I would love to see half-orc Jamie, and goliath Bishop, and tiefling Tyler. Please be as creative as you want with this!

Hockey AU where instead of going out, a core group of guys plays dnd in their hotel rooms while on the road. Tyler and Jamie’s characters are getting flirty in game, and it’s starting to translate outside of it as well.

36. Tyler and jamie fight - a *big* fight, and the next day Jamie suddenly got a deaged tyler on his hands and no idea how to fix it

37. Jamie owns a bakery and tylers the new tat artist next door plsplspls gimme that slow burn bullshit with this one

38. ty/jam used to have a whole friends w benefits thing that went oh-so-wrong because one (or both of them) caught feelings—as one does—and the fic is kind of that aftermath and trying to repair the broken relationship.

39. ZOMBIES

40. Homeless AU w/tyler

41. Tyler is smarter than he leads people to believe, and Jamie is into privately nerdy Tyler

42. Abo verse surrounding scents. Tyler smells like the most delicious thing Jamie has ever smelled, but he thinks he shouldn’t bond with a teammate

43. Youtube channel

44. Designer and single friend of client at a bridal shop AU

45. Beard appreciation

46. a tornado warning hits dallas and everybody is ordered to seek shelter. jamie follows tyler back to his house and hide in the basement with the dogs, frantic and terrified.

47. Tyler is a figure skater, Jamie still plays hockey. They meet and fall inlove but whoops tyler ends up pregnant. The world still isn't 100% accepting of LGBTQIA+ people and even less accepting of men getting pregnant. Tyler feels down at some point cause he has to put his career on hold. but it all ends up great in the end.

48. Jamie feels self-conscious about his ass after some chirping from opposing players and it's up to Tyler to comfort him

49. Wing!fic

50. They win the Stanley cup and kiss at centre ice

51. Jamie's a lifeguard. They meet after Tyler basically drowns himself. (It's not an excuse to have Jamie kiss him. Its *not*.)

52. Haunted farm au- Tyler is a witch that lives on a farm where extremely weird things happen. He ends up rescuing Jamie and Jamie pledges his services for one year in exchange for his life. During that year, they fall for each other hard, but there are outside forces in the farm trying to keep them apart.

53. Animal daemons

Goose daemons

54. Marshall, Cash and Gerry turn into human kids (temporarily or not), Bennguin handle being sudden parents

55. Tyler having a serious boyfriend for a while and Jamie is jealous because he wants to date Tyler but he’s not ready to come out. And he’s also upset because everyone is taking it so well and nothing has changed and he realizes he really missed out. But in the end they still get together.

56. secret relationship and how they almost get caught - many many times

57. Childhood pen pal / long distance childhood friends?

58. "Come here."

59. “Close the door.”

60. “I feel like I can’t breathe.”

61. “It’s three in the morning and you want me to do what?”

62. “You could’ve died.”

63. “I thought you were dead.”

#bennguin #bennguinfanfest #bennguin fan fest #hockey rpf

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unexpectedreylo · 6 years ago

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Mary Sue Or Not?

Having climbed aboard the Reylo ship 10-11 months ago, I’ve written quite a bit about them as a couple and about Kylo/Ben, since he is endlessly fascinating on many levels and he is the last Skywalker heir.

But it’s time to shine some light on our girl Rey, the heroine of this fairy tale/gothic romance novel collision in space. And the first thing I want to address is whether or not it’s fair to call her a Mary Sue.

One problem we have is no one really can define what a Mary Sue is anymore; it’s become what former U.S. Supreme Court justice Potter Stewart once said about obscenity...you can’t define it but you know it when you see it. A lot of the time in modern parlance, it’s a lazy shorthand for “a female character I don’t like.”

But “Mary Sue” did mean something once and it was very specific. It was meant to describe an original character in fan fiction who was basically an idealized version of the author, there to suck all of the gravity of a particular universe in her direction. Someone I knew in Star Wars prequel fandom once described a Mary Sue as a fundamental writing error. I would add it’s the kind of error (usually) young, inexperienced writers who aren’t familiar enough with the source material tend to make.

The OG Mary Sue from the zine Menagerie #3.

The term “Mary Sue” came from a satirical Star Trek fan fiction (“A Trekkie’s Tale”) written in the ‘70s meant to spoof these kinds of stories. The heroine, Mary Sue, is the youngest Starfleet officer at 15.5 years old and is half-Vulcan. Everyone falls in love with Lt. Mary Sue; of course Capt. Kirk hits on her but being a woman of virtue, she rebuffs him. She dies a tragic death trying to save the Enterprise and is mourned by all (in the early days, Mary Sues often died tragically and heroically). Since then Mary Sues have become more sophisticated and varied, but are often marked by their extraordinary skills, unusual but beautiful appearance, and ridiculously convoluted names (”Mary Sue” is pretty vanilla these days for a Mary Sue). They also stubbornly refuse to die. But the principles remain the same: the Sue is the always the center of attention, the Sue is always a usurper, and the rules of the canonical universe/characterizations always bend or break to justify a character who really doesn’t fit into that universe at all. For example in “A Trekkie’s Tale,” the normally stoical Mr. Spock blubbers like a baby at Mary Sue’s funeral. In the infamous “My Immortal,” the denizens of Hogswarts are transformed into suicidal bisexual “goffs” to accommodate its Draco-humping vampire anti-heroine “Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way.” (”My Immortal” just might be the 21st century internet troll’s version of “A Trekkie’s Tale.”)

I started reading Star Wars fan fiction 26 years ago and every now and then, I’d run into a Mary Sue. More often than not, she was Force-sensitive and was usually paired with Luke. In older zines, particularly ones pre-TESB, I’d see the kind often paired with Han Solo that I’d called “Spacer Sues.” About 20 years ago I wrote a fic spoofing Star Wars-style Mary Sues called “Hello Jedi Sue.” In the story the main character Sue was sucked up into a tornado and sent into the GFFA. She had a higher midichlorian count than even Anakin and immediately upon meeting Luke, he realizes she is destined for him. Over the course of the story, she leads Rogue Squadron to victory against a stray Sith Lord who turns up out of nowhere (she’d never flown an X-wing before), she pilots the Falcon through an asteroid field after Han suffers a heart attack, and of course she trains to be a Jedi. Leia is kind of chilly to her at first but comes around and gives her a ring that once belonged to Queen Amidala, the only memento she has left of her birth mother. Some apprentice gets jealous of her and pushes her off the top of the temple to her death. Leia declares it a worse tragedy than Alderaan. Everyone’s crying and stuff but Sue uses her Force superpowers to resurrect herself. She and Luke marry and she immediately gets pregnant. Obi-Wan’s ghost appears to tell the happy couple she is his granddaughter and Qui-Gon’s great-granddaughter (don’t ask).

So you might say TFA raised my eyebrows because some of it reminded me of “Hello Jedi Sue.” Before everyone hits the unfollow button, I DO NOT think that Rey is a Mary Sue.

I’ll break it down like this. In order for a character to be a Mary Sue, the character must do most if not all of the following:

Be an idealized version of the author.

Be the center of attention, even in situations where it wouldn’t be practical or appropriate.

Bend or break the rules of the canon universe just to fit in.

Possesses highly unusual but beautiful looks and exhibit a large amount of extraordinary skills.

Be irresistible, especially sexually irresistible, to everyone.

Usurp the roles played by canon characters and their importance.

So, let’s go over that list with Rey in mind.

1. Is she an idealized version of J.J. Abrams, Rian Johnson, Lawrence Kasdan, or George Lucas (who created Rey’s progenitor “Kira”)?

Uhh, I doubt it. It’s not just that Rey is obviously not of the same sex, but she doesn’t seem to exhibit anything that reminds me of these men in real life. Sure she’s packed with girl power but so what? So are Lara Croft, Ellen Ripley, Sarah Connor, Padme Amidala, Xena, Leia Organa, Black Widow, Wonder Woman, that dragon chick from Game Of Thrones, Ahsoka, etc..

2. Is she the center of attention, even where it wouldn’t be practical or appropriate?

She’s the main hero(ine) of this trilogy and the avatar for the audience but she serves the same function that Luke Skywalker did in the OT or Anakin Skywalker did in the PT. So of course the story is going to focus on her. But if she was genuinely a Mary Sue, she would be doing everything of importance in the film to the point of making everyone else useless. They could be sitting by the sidelines having a beer while she’s basically running the movie.

3. Does she bend or break the rules of the canon universe just to fit in?

This is one point where I think a lot of the contention lies. She gets accused a lot of being “overpowered.” Well, what does that mean? The way I see the narrative shaping up after two films, she is obviously very powerful in the Force but TLJ makes it clear her power level is the same as Kylo’s. I think the movies are hinting she and Kylo/Ben are something new and unique, a creation of the Cosmic Force in its post Anakin-balanced state. I hope we get more of an explanation of this because I think it would go a long way to reassure people.

On that note, another common complaint is that Rey takes on skills rapidly with minimal training. I admit, I felt this was a problem the first time I saw TFA. I couldn’t understand why for instance she was able to use the Jedi mind trick so quickly without any training. By contrast, Luke wasn’t able to use the mind trick until ROTJ. I couldn’t understand why she was able to defeat someone trained in the Force in a lightsaber duel, regardless of his mental state or injury. It took until I saw TLJ and saw some comments from one of the story groupers that I understood she’d basically downloaded Kylo’s skills when he entered her mind and she’d entered his. Now I get it. But this is one criticism I still have of TFA; it didn’t make that clear enough to the audience. There’s a reason why George Lucas spent time letting you know Luke was a good bush pilot on Tatooine who could shoot womp rats in his T-16 or Anakin could win a pod race...it’s so that when they fly out to blow up something at the end of the movie, you’re able to understand why they can do that. Sometimes you do have to make movies so that the common idiot can figure it out!

Now a critic might argue that Rey Matrixing her way to Jedi skills is lazy. Maybe the filmmakers wanted to make sure they had a protagonist able to get into the mix early on because there weren’t enough Force-sensitive characters around who could’ve taken on Kylo. But then again, did we really see the OT or PT spend a lot of time on training? Luke fought Darth Vader after about 25 minutes of training in TESB and we never saw Anakin train at all; 10 years had passed between TPM and AOTC and by the latter film, he was able to do all kinds of cool stuff. And TLJ makes it clear that while Rey had the skills, she still needed direction and instruction. She thought the Force just controlled people and made things float!

And sometimes the audience misses things, especially if they only see a movie once. For instance, the first time I saw TFA I was baffled why Rey was able to pilot the Falcon. It seemed like Little Miss Desert Scavenger just hopped into the cockpit and away she went, whereas if I just got on a spaceship for the first time ever, I’d crash that mo-fo pretty quickly. Then when I saw the film again some time later, the dialogue makes it clear she IS able to pilot. She never left Jakku not because she couldn’t leave but because she was still waiting for her loser parents to come back.

4. Is she irresistible to everyone?

Mary Sues always get a reaction out of every canon character and that reaction is a strong one. It’s always fierce devotion, instant BFFs forever, undying passionate and true love, boiling-over lust, or pure loathing and hatred (that of course turns into the opposite or the hater is toast). There’s never indifference, or relationships that take time to build, or first impressions that turn out to be wrong, etc.. And it’s always instantaneous.

Most of the good guys like Rey but is any of it different from how characters took to Luke in the OT or Anakin in the PT? Not really. The only thing that stands out is Leia running over to hug the girl she’s known for part of a movie over Chewbacca but even Abrams admitted he’d goofed. And one instance does not a Mary Sue make.

The only characters who have more intense feelings for Rey are Kylo and Finn and in both cases, those feelings are complicated.

5. Does she have a highly unusual but beautiful appearance and exhibit a large amount of extraordinary skills?

Note the lack of rainbow hair and silver eyes.

Daisy Ridley is a beautiful young woman but as Rey, it seems like if anything they’re shooting for more of a natural, earthy beauty that befits her character. There’s nothing unusual about how she looks or how she dresses. She looks like she would almost fade into the crowd if you didn’t know who or what she was. Mary Sues on the other hand ALWAYS have to be noticed for their looks.

As for Rey’s skills, this is another thing people criticize. But in the Star Wars universe, being a Force-user isn’t alone an indication of Mary Sue-dom. Now if Rey was more powerful than anyone else ever, even Anakin Skywalker, that would be a Mary Sue issue. But the films make it clear that she isn’t more powerful than everyone; her power level is the same as Kylo’s. Her only advantage comes from being the more morally correct character in the story.

Her other skills are explained in the films and are nothing unusual in the Star Wars universe. She’s a good pilot but not such an ace everyone’s saying she’s better than Wedge Antilles, Poe Dameron, and Luke Skywalker combined. She’s a grease monkey but that comes from years of scavenging. Her talents aren’t just dropping out of the ether.

A Mary Sue would be the most powerful Force user ever, the greatest pilot of all time, someone who could teach space aeronautics at MIT at the age of 20, have an IQ higher than Einstein’s, be the greatest and most ingenious hacker, a better leader than Leia, a better shot than Annie Oakley even while drunk, cook like Julia Child, have sex like a porn star, have a singing voice like an angel, and is all-around the best at everything that needs to be done at any given time, ALL OF THE TIME. That’s not quite what we’re getting with Rey.

6.. Does she usurp roles played by canon characters and their importance?

This is another area of heated contention and it depends on what you believe are the filmmakers’ intentions. Are they setting Rey up to be the “real” Chosen One, essentially changing Lucas’s story? Are they setting up the Skywalkers as unworthy so Rey has to basically take their place as the “gods” end their cursed line?

Believe it or not, I was really worried this was exactly what Disney was going to do. Now, I don’t think this is the case. If anything, Rey is there in part to save the Skywalker line and legacy, not to end it or steal it for herself. But I suspect there are a lot of fans who still think this is where they are going in IX, so of course they’re going to resent Rey.

I came to the conclusion after seeing TLJ that while Rey is important and the lead character, she’s not the center of gravity in the story. Kylo Ren is. Pay attention; nearly everything that’s happening in the films is in some way because of him or related to him. It’s harder to believe she’s some random OC who broke into the Star Wars saga to suck the attention away from the Skywalkers once you realize this.

All of these said, there’s one more reason why Rey is not a Mary Sue.

Canon characters by definition cannot be Mary Sues!

It drives me nuts that people call canon characters Mary Sues. The whole point of a Mary Sue is someone who doesn’t really fit in with a universe so the universe is fit around her. Bella Swan may be a lot of things but she’s not a Mary Sue. (Now if you wrote a Twilight OC who pushes out Bella, gets Edward to fall in love with her, and gets Edward to give up his vampire ways and become a Christian, THAT’s a Mary Sue.) Now, some fans won’t accept anything Disney produced as canon but this is what we’ve got and it’s all we’re getting.

I don’t know who did this--I found it on Know Your Meme--but it’s a decent guide.

#rey #rey is not a mary sue #reylo #meta

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legendbringerlove · 7 years ago

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The crapiness of the To Boldly Flee villians

Ok, so while I am not a part of Channel Awesome (And this type of post will probably be sure to stop me from ever going there) or change the channel, I do still feel like I can do my part by reviewing certain aspects of their movies and such. So, without further to do, let’s look at the lame, poor excuse of villians for the film.

Now, Mechakara is excempt from this because Linkara did a fine damn job of keeping his character true to fact and was able to keep him on straight. Granted, the script wanted to turn Mechakara into a sterotypical robot villian (Seriously, if you want drama, then don’t make the villian overly comedic), Linkara was good enough to not only keep them in check, but made him the best part of the movie. Even if the assimilation thing doesn’t make any sense whatsoever. That part just felt like “Gee, the Borg are silly looking, let’s make Mechakara into a borg expie for the laughs!”

But, then we get into the other villians and they fail to live up to the standards set by the side-villian. For instance, Turrel is a complete and utter joke, and while this works fine if this was a pure comedy, not so much here. Expecially when compared to the spectacular villian in the previous film. Turrel here, is presented as an arch-nemsis, the one who is dogging the critic all the way through. The problem being, he has no real connection with the critic outside of the one review. It doesn’t help that his over-the-top hamminess (Provided by Spoony), detracts from much of the menace that would’ve helped with the drama. As it stands, however, there is a little bit of a disconnect.

For instance, we have had scene upon scene of Critic feeling dour and sad about his lot in life. Then what do we cut to? Turrel misquoting Shakespere because...it happened in Star Trek? Even though in VI, that was part of his character as he was inspired by the books of old and it was Shakesphere that helped to translate Kilngon to English.

Then we have Zod...and no, Doug’s Terrence Stamp impression is not good. It just plain sucks! Stamp has this wonderful presence, this menance to him that reminds you that this guy conquers and is a perfect foil to Reeve’s more down home charm. This guy, not so much. Critic, when he first sees Zod, acts like he has seen this guy before and has a deep unnatural connection with him, one that spans generations. Why though? Just why, other than a poor excuse to make a freaking Kirk reference. What also annoys me is the lack of superpowers.

Now, I know the excuse. Because in Superman II he was hit with the red solar rays that depowered him and yadda yadda. Ok, let me ask this, why isn’t he dead or in prision? Or excuted for his crimes in a war council. Yeah, remember in Superman II, he was thrown into the abyss by Superman. So, following the logic that no one but me has seen the Donner cut, then Zod should be dead. But, if we go by the tv cut, he is last seen being taken away by the police. However, Donner is the only one where he is in the Phantom Zone, but that also brings problems to the table as Superman changed history so Zod was never released.

So, wich is it? Our police are utter imcompetant, Zod is immortal, or did the plot hole open the Phantom Zone. Actually, now that I think about it...Why is Zod working for the emperor, oh sorry, the ex-no I mean emperor? I mean, think about it, Turrel because he hates the Critic and Mechakara is there because he wants the gauntlet. Zod is there because, he needed the paycheck? Zod would never lower himself to work with the humans and instead, would’ve had Palpatine lite hung up by his throat for even daring to suggest he work under anyone.

So, does Zod do anything in the movie, other than stand around in “spandex”. (For the record, in the movie, it was not spandex.) Nope! Does he do anything cool as expected from a badass movie villian? Nope. Does he spout his catchphrase because that is all there was to Zod appearently? What do you think?

And then we have the Excutetor...oh, hell, I am just gonna call it as it is. It’s emperor Palpatine, even Linkara made fun of that. Palpatine-lite, is a freaking poor excuse of a big bad. The way they write him, plays him up as the final fight for our critics, the one they are standing against. I suppose this is supposed to be an allegory for how the critics are rebels against the man, but, we have some problems with this. First of all, how did he get his own fleet and Death Bomb, where did he make it? Why did Hollywood signoff on this?

For a man who is also supposed to be our big bad, he lacks ANY of the presence of the man he’s ripping off of. Look, I know Palpatine is a hammy villian and can be over the top, but he still carried with him a presance that you could feel. For example, the scene where he appears in Return of the Jedi, he just has this feel of “Yeah, this guy could kick my ass”. This guIy, doesn’t. In fact, I am almost close to saying he lacks the personality of the other two villians. All he seems to want to is walk around and spout how powerful he is and how he is the ultimate thing on the planet.

No, Vince McMannon is the higher power, he is just a guy being played by Rob trying to get some scares and tryign to make us think that he is all that, but he isn’t. He isn’t even that threatening or powerful, just the guy who sits there with an extereme disconnect from the rest of the ‘Plot’.

Next time, I might discuss some of the themes about it

#ToBoldlyFlee #changethechannel #tbf #channel awesome

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dontcallmecarrie · 7 years ago

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Fic Idea: The Fix-it Version [I Probably Won't Be Writing Because I Can't Do Romance To Save My Life]

Warnings: mental health issues, dubious morality, probably OOC in some places, extreme/severe Wanda bashing [which culminates in character death; if that’s not your cup of tea, sorry, maybe next time?], a JARVIS that’s uncomfortably close to Skynet, and a mindtrip of epic proportions [that can probably be classified as cruel and unusual torture, Inception-style]. Semi-canon compliant, through a certain point of view, though with shameless timeline fudging.

...On the plus side, there’s also Science Bros [kinda], and Team As Family feels?

[The attempt at romance in here could fit with probably any pairing, I just picked this one because I used to ship it a lot harder in the past.]

Also, heads up for a very, very long post. [Sorry about that.]

Edited only to put in a cut, because I’m not kidding as to how long this is.

Tony Stark was a genius.

It was a fact of which there was no doubt, he had the test results from age three to prove it, even his greatest critics were forced acknowledge his intellect. Not to mention his impressive track record involving new patents and elements, or that one of the media's names for him was "the Da Vinci of our day"-- he was a genius, full stop.

That the world somehow forgot was another matter.

Sure, he was surrounded by superpowered people—gods and spies and doctors with breathtaking anger issues— but it still got old, the way everyone seemed to forget his multiple doctorates with each explosion. His laundry list of awards, hell, the new element he’d created, seemed to get overshadowed by the people he ran with. [To be fair, it'd be kind of hard to see past the Crown Prince of Asgard, but still.]

Point is, his brain's wired differently. It may sound arrogant, but it was true. Tony Stark had a gift that let him interact with the world on a level far beyond most mortals' ken, was able to take and assimilate data and work miracles.

Reason this all comes up is because a) that meant mental health issues were a special sort of hell, and, b) Wanda really didn't know what the fuck she was doing when she tried to screw with his mind.

What I’m getting to is this:

Tony never really snapped out of the initial mind-whammy Wanda hit him with, back in Sokovia.

It wasn't something she'd expected; she'd practiced with plenty of people, and yet the one guy she'd sworn revenge against for years gave a single panicked gasp, before slumping over and promptly going comatose.

Here's the thing: Wanda hadn't accounted for how his mind would accept the data presented. Like all other things, Tony's gift for rapidly processing and assimilating other input took this newest development, and proceeded to take it and run with it.

Tony's trapped in his head, stuck with only his inner demons and Wanda's malice. He doesn't notice; between his PTSD, and the way his greatest strengths are now being used against him, Tony only knows he's being confronted with his worst nightmares being turned reality, and the worst part is? It's a prison of his own making.

Every single subconscious fear is being dragged to the forefront, from betrayal to his own inadequacy at protecting those he loves. He's being torn down again and again by strangers wearing familiar faces, and Tony knows something's off but he can't quite pinpoint what and… and it's getting to the point where part of him's so bone-tired he sometimes can't help but wonder: would death would really be that much harder? Because as time goes by, he's getting so, so worn and he's so alone, that he's nearing his breaking point. [Just like Wanda had wanted him, in that moment when she'd thoughtlessly toyed with the very fragile and very powerful thing that was Tony's mind.]

There's just one problem: Wanda did her job too well.

See, JARVIS was the first to notice something was so, fundamentally wrong: Sir's readings had flickered erratically, but then after the female Enhanced had taken her leave, he had remained unresponsive to his increasingly desperate attempts to get his attention. Even as he notified the Avengers to this newest development, however, he set to scouring the world for the Dead Person Walking who'd dared to harm Sir. [He'd eviscerate them, would make them bleed and burn the world with a smile if it meant Sir's safety, Sir, please, wake up—]

The Avengers aren't ones to take this lying down, either.

Clint's especially vicious, at first; he's the first one to reach Tony, sees the fading traces of red in his eyes, remembers when his world had become awash with blue, and his hands don’t shake when he takes a shot at the fleeing duo [even though he so, desperately wants to]. The cry of pain he hears is vaguely cathartic, but vanishes the moment he hears Tony's first whimper and something is Not Right, this is beyond his pay grade, he needs backup stat!

Natasha's expression is blank, and that was everyone's first tip as to how furious she was. She hasn't let go of her phone, between keeping her friends updated [Pepper had cried when she'd heard Tony wouldn't wake], and scouring her contacts list for anyone who might have a shred of a clue as to how to help. She refused to give up on her friends, and Tony'd shared his coffee with her more than once at three in the morning, and they'd commiserated about tough choices and bloody pasts and second chances one too many times for her to consider him anything but.

Bruce is taking readings. He hasn't stopped, because the alternative is looking at the too-still and far-too-silent figure on the bed rather than the data, and if he does that… they'd have to deal with the Other Guy, who has some Strong Opinions as to his favorite person's current state— no, make that their favorite person: Bruce is very reserved, can't afford to be anything else, but somehow, despite everything, Tony'd managed to wriggle past his defenses with his constant chatter and Star Trek references and snacks and if he thought about it too much he'd have another Code Green, nope, focus on those brainwave patterns and see what he could do—

Thor had rushed to Asgard with the Scepter in tow, intent on returning with assistance, because Midgard was still so young in so many ways but he knew what branch of magic Lord Anthony had been a victim of, had heard Loki mention it offhandedly once or twice in their youth when showing off the power of enchantments, and there had to be a healer or magician willing to help—

Steve, meanwhile, has been taking it the worst: he'd been bantering with the team not five minutes before, and now he's seeing Clint, sharp and brittle in a way that was dangerously similar to the New York fiasco, and snarling about magic and oh god that was Tony.

Steve's heart had stuttered when he saw his body, and Natasha's bumping shoulders with Clint in an effort to help calm him down and Bruce looks like he's about as controlled as ever, but Steve's just. Drowning.

Because he's lost another friend, now; he'd just started to heal from Bucky's death, when the HYDRA reveal happened, and Tony'd been there for him afterwards, had been a good friend and helped him and Sam in their search. Tony'd been one of the last reminders of his past, had been a walking memorial of the generosity of an old friend [for all that Tony had hated to talk about his father, he was the spitting image of the man Steve had known, in some ways], and now? He's just…lost.

Steve had been talking to Natasha and JARVIS as to how to break it to Tony gently about his growing suspicions about HYDRA's involvement in Howard's death.

[maybe it wasn't the Winter Soldier who did it, in this reality; maybe it was someone at the party who'd kept smiling and upping the alcohol content in Howard's drinks, and had sabotaged the brake fluid in his car instead. Thing is, Tony's head is a scary place, and with his growing paranoia and Wanda's influence, he can't help but jump to the worst-case scenario]

And ditto as to his possible crush that Natasha may or may not have been teasing him about for months. The crush that had merited multiple pitying looks from the team, because apparently he'd been very unsubtle in his attempts at hiding it, even if Tony had never noticed because the man was surprisingly obtuse in anything that vaguely smacked of emotions. Yeah, that crush. The one he'd put on the backburner, and was now bitterly regretting it.

So, yes, Steve wasn't doing well.

Time passes, and Thor comes and goes in his forays to seek out help. In doing so, however, the Avengers are only freaking out more and more, because with every hour that passes, Tony's condition only gets worse. His body's visibly getting more stressed, Bruce's tests have him hitting the tea more than ever before in an attempt to get a grip, and Steve hates seeing Tony like this but can't bear to leave [or let go of his hand].

JARVIS was especially distressed when, a few hours into his not-coma, Sir started to cry and call for him, and he'd never felt more helpless than when his sobs tapered off and mutters of a 'Vision' started. In his frustration, he dedicates more firepower towards finding the Dead Person Walking, and redoubles his search for anyone capable of doing anything.

It takes JARVIS less than three days, for him to find Wanda. It takes even less time, to capture her. Natasha is more than happy to aid him in interrogating her, and if the realization that she didn't know what she had done resulted in yet another corpse in a now-abandoned HYDRA bunker? Well...the instigator's death had no effect on Sir's condition meant it was no loss, at any rate. [That she'd shown absolutely no regret about having hurt Sir on such a fundamental level was only part of why JARVIS hadn't been particularly concerned about it all.]

More time passes, and the Avengers are growing increasingly desperate. Bruce had been forced to abscond to the Hulk-proof room after his latest set of readings, because Tony'd been showing all the warning signs for an impending heart attack despite their best efforts to help, and Steve's now going for a new streak in 'number of punching bags broken in an hour'.

Clint and Natasha are only marginally better off; having the knowledge that the witch was dead did something for Clint's peace of mind, but seeing Tony suffer was still grating on his nerves, and their spars grow increasingly vicious as time goes on. [If Steve wasn't even worse off, he'd have been staring in shock; as it was, he could only offer a tired smile when he saw them from his spot in the gym.]

Then, Thor returns with a name: Kamar-Taj.

Apparently, the Earth had magic as well, though it'd been hidden remarkably well. JARVIS takes this newest development, and runs with it as far as possible. The Quinjet was in India within the hour, with Bruce and Natasha calmly making their way to where JARVIS had identified a possible location. Clint's busily guarding Tony and keeping an eye on Steve, who'd wanted to go but was self-aware enough to know he wasn't the best guy for the job at the moment, and Thor was too conspicuous for it too.

Bruce knew enough Hindi to get by without too many weird looks, and the look in Natasha's eyes is enough to keep any potential muggers at bay. They find it quickly, and the wary questions they're asked means they're ushered to a darkened room in short order. Another terse few minutes of conversation finally have the Ancient One, alongside her right-hand man, walking back with the duo. [Bruce has to quell his knee-jerk reaction to run when he feels how everyone's attention when he mentions Thor's mention of 'mind magics' and something about stones? Man, he hated magic.]

A quick portal [that had the Avengers shifting and tensing uneasily when it'd opened, because hello security concerns] trip later, and Steve is a hairsbreadth away from snapping when the Ancient One surges backwards from where she'd run a few cursory hands near Tony's head.

"Who did this?" She asked, devastated fury evident in her tone and the way her companion moved to protect her. "This is an unspeakable act, punishable by death."

"They're dead." Clint replied, cold smile on his face and rolling an arrow [one of Tony's designs, one he'd been fiddling with before Sokovia] between his fingers.

"Good," the Ancient One bites out, "this is a travesty. It's mentioned in our archives, but only strong magicians with years of training even dare approach this, and only ever for healing purposes."

"Is there anything you can do?" Thor asked, "Few mages in Asgard specialize in this branch, and among that number the ones I knew who were capable of it are dead."

She looks at them, at the desperate look in their eyes, at the weariness in Bruce's face and the tension in Steve's frame and utter blankness in Natasha's expression, and smiles.

"Yes. It requires a lot of delicacy and preparation, especially for something that's lasted as long as this, but yes. Your friend is strong; it's been centuries since a human's been recorded with being under this, and they all died within three days."

Steve dented his chair when he sat back down, while Natasha merely tilted her head and replied, "It's been a week."

That added to the urgency, apparently: the Ancient One shared a look of horrified awe with Mordo, and set to work making their various preparations. Within the hour, they were ready, and when she asked if they would permit some of Kamar-Taj's students to observe the enchantment necessary for it, the team had a hurried, hushed debate.

"Please use your discretion. Only those who would not impede the process, I suppose." Natasha finally said, electing to be the Avenger's spokesperson [now that Tony was out of commission nope don't think about it—].

Steve didn't leave Tony's side until a few minutes before the ritual started; and then, he couldn't look away from the growing circle and only blinked when the light got too close to blinding even for him, and when he heard a quietly heartbroken "so was I" and a scream Thor had to help hold him down to keep from interfering.

Clint, meanwhile, shifted the entire time, antsy about magic and couldn't help but envy Bruce for stepping outside [the Other Guy was even less of a fan of magic than he was, and that took effort], and trying not to stare too openly at one of the students who'd elected to watch the ceremony. It was kind of hard, actually; he'd introduced himself as Dr. Stephen Strange, but in the minutes that it'd taken for Mordo to finish setting up the room, Clint couldn't help but notice the way the man hadn't stopped with the questions [much like Tony had with Thor nope nope he'd wake up dammit—] and it was uncanny, especially with the Van Dyke the man was sporting.

The ceremony's completed, and Tony's heart stopped partway through.

Fortunately, apparently Strange had actually been a medical doctor in the past, and between him, Bruce, and the Iron Man suit JARVIS had commandeered to help in this endeavor, restarting it was less stressful than the past few hours had been.

"He should wake soon," the Ancient One told them, "make sure he takes it easy while he recovers, it's not often that people survive a death-curse."

The Avengers in general thanked her profusely, and JARVIS did the same. Then, at long last, they went home.

Tony wakes up to JARVIS' voice updating him about New York's weather forecast and stock prices and his relief of his latest change in status, with the familiar beeping of a heart monitor in the background. [Well, now familiar, at least, between Rhodey and Happy and nope—]

"Hey, Vision, where you at?"

"Sir, who is this 'Vision' you speak of? It is currently May—"

Tony sat up abruptly, heart starting to hammer again as he took in his surroundings. "Vision, where am I? This isn't funny."

"Sir, I am JARVIS. Do you require medical assistance?"

Tony froze from where he'd been running a hand through his hair. "JARVIS?" He breathed, and then looked around again carefully, "Oh, god. I lost it, didn't I?"

JARVIS was alarmed when Sir started laughing, and then his breath hitched and he started crying.

As such, it was perfectly understandable that he urged the Avengers to hurry; Mr. Barton and Ms. Romanov had been sparring in the gym while Capt. Rogers had been coming back from lunch, and Thor was currently in the middle of yet another Q&A session with the Ancient One concerning possible extraplanetary threats and magic.

Tony was barely getting his bearings back, and wondering what the hell was going on, when the door burst open, and what the fuck?!

He couldn't quite hide a flinch when Steve surged towards him, relief evident on his face, and…what.

Why was he being hugged? Was this another attempt to kill him, wasn't Siberia enough? What the— why was Natasha smiling? No, strike that; why was Clint smiling? Bruce was here?! And why was he hearing JARVIS' voice from the walls and not from Vision, again?

"Oh, god. I've really lost it this time, haven't I?"

The story comes out, of course.

Tony doesn’t know why Steve refuses to let him go if at all possible, but the part of him that hopes this isn't just some nervous breakdown isn't shy about enjoying the hugs [even if they got almost too tight in some parts, like when his voice broke when talking about Ultron, or the Civil War and it was all his fault—] and the way the team didn't seem to hate him [for once].

Actually…Tony isn't sure if he's really lost it, but he's also not sure if he wants to find out. Because here, JARVIS lives, and Rhodey can walk, and people actually listen to him about his worries and actually seem to care—

Clint and Natasha share a Look, the more Tony goes on. [Clearly, they'd been too merciful, when dealing with Wanda.]

Bruce greeted Tony with a smile, and then gave him some personal space: he knew him well enough to know it'd be appreciated, and what with the way the rest of the team was acting, Tony'd be lucky if he so much as went to the bathroom without an armed escort for the rest of the year.

Thor, when he arrives, tries to wrap Tony up in a hug—which makes for a dicey situation, because Steve refuses to let him go and Natasha and Clint are also a lot more likely to try to cuddle right now after the scare they all had. There may or may not be a small battle royale going on in the living room for the best spot on the couch, whenever Tony so much as gets up for a glass of water.

[aka Tony gets all the hugs]

Steve, meanwhile, is just as bad as JARVIS regarding his willingness to let Tony out of his eyesight. That is to say, he's very unwilling to do so. As in, barely willing to let him out of arms' distance, and that'd been before he'd heard about Tony's ordeal. [He hadn’t noticed Tony's flinch at first, but it's not until he heard about the 'Civil War', and Siberia that it hits home, just why he'd reacted that way, and it hurts.]

JARVIS has been in Sentry Mode since Sokovia. He has yet to let Sir out of his sensors' range, and the odds of that ever happening lower with each day that passes. Not that Sir's complaining; more than once, he'd simply called, "JARVIS?" just to hear a response, and seemed to take comfort in his updates about the situation.

Colonel James 'Rhodey' Rhodes had been in the middle of a mission, when JARVIS informed him of Tony's coma. If it hadn't been so sensitive, he would've up and vanished, but as it was he was the only thing between a warlord and a poor province until backup arrived, and though he burned to leave ASAP, he couldn't. [Tony'd never forgive him.]

The moment the op was over, though, and the people were safe, James pushed his suit to the limit to get to Tony's side, where his best friend was awake and coherent and rushing in for a tight hug just like he'd been after Afghanistan. He knows exactly why Rogers refuses to let go of Tony [even if it's for starkly different reasons; the man was not subtle at all, and if he hadn't known Tony for years, James'd wonder if he was being purposefully obtuse, because this was getting ridiculous].

He stays for as long as he can manage, and the way Tony just collapsed into his side each time means he's sharing increasingly concerned looks with the Avengers, because he's known Tony to be rather stoic about some things [ha—understatement of the year], and yet the friend he's known for decades teared up the moment he strode into the room, and what the hell happened to him?!

But no matter; he'll be there for Tony. Just like always.

Pepper's much the same way, having been dealing with investors in Japan, and able only to arrive after all had been said and done [though she'd noticed the haunted look in Tony's eyes, and made a note to talk with James and JARVIS about what actions needed to be taken to remedy this]. She wraps him up in a hug when she first sees him, and the way he'd only slowly relaxed was enough of a warning in and of itself, to her.

She's got a business meeting coming up, but in the meantime she and Tony curl up and watch old French movies with the lights off, and sharing blankets and granola without a care for crumbs. [She smiles when he finally loses that last edge of tension, when he slumps bonelessly against her and the couch, and doesn’t make a comment about the blinking earpiece he’s got, the one JARVIS likes to use whenever Tony’s out and about and needing a discreet way to stay connected. Tony was strong, he’d pull through. And she’d help him, whenever he asked it of her, as per usual.]

Time passes, and Tony heals.

He stops flinching at everyone’s sudden movements, stops startling whenever he hears JARVIS, gradually starts opening up again and lowering his guard, inch by inch. Slowly starts to up his chatter again, and the team’s never been more relieved than when the familiar strains of AC/DC start to filter through again, after months of silence [because Tony only ever played music when he was comfortable, when he felt safe and happy and secure with his place in the world].

Time passes, and everyone gradually moves on, though JARVIS' Sentry Mode is still a constant shadow to Tony and the Avengers' paranoia regarding magic never really goes away, not until months after Stephen Strange becomes a consultant and they see him and Tony bantering about facial hair and Arthur C. Clarke and doctorates.

Time passes, and when Thanos arrives, it's to an Earth with a set of guardians all as fiercely protective of each other as a pack of wolves, a tight-knit and cohesive unit devastating both on the battlefield and off of it.

[Suffice it is to say, Thanos doesn’t walk away from that particular encounter.]

There’s more going on in the background, of course. Exhibit A being the romance subplot [that could apply to just about any pairing in this scenario], and I’ve really skimmed just how long it takes for Tony to heal from experiencing canon events.

Steven Strange’s part got shifted up in the timeline, and the Ancient One doesn’t die; instead, he ends up being a consultant for the Avengers, but his focus is on keeping the New York Sanctum safe. [Mordo, Wong, and James Rhodes just share a Look, the moment they first see Tony Stark and Stephen Strange in the same room. It may or may not have been one of horrified awe, of ‘oh god there’s two of them’, minutes before the first explosion started.]

...FYI, this JARVIS is basically TWiFFON’s JARVIS, and just my approach to him in general. That is to say, his focus on Tony’s safety and happiness is one of [if not the] biggest motivation for his actions, and a morality a lot more nebulous than most would probably be comfortable with, given he’s basically Skynet as is.

#fic idea #fic ideas #orignal outline #The Romance Fic I Probably Won't Be Writing #canon went screwy years back here's my attempt to fix it #long post #sorry about that

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Girls on The Run with my 5K Supergirl

While this recap aims to impress, I highly recommend you read Shelly’s Blog, a 9-year-old conquering the track and the world at ShellyNash.com, because her race story is much better told through her young, creative, and imaginative eyes.

It was a breezy, clear night when I stepped off of the plane and out into the terminal at San Diego International Airport, awaiting for the arrival of my sister and mom to pick me up from the terminal’s curb. One new voicemail message showed a red notification over my phone’s voicemail icon. I opened it up and pressed the phone to my ear. The sound of 9-year-old Shelly’s voice came over the speaker, excited and eager to tell me she was accepted to the Girls on the Run program and she wanted me to be her running buddy! I think my eyes welled up. It was the best greeting after having 6 hours of plane ride on me and feeling my body weary with wear and tear. I called back and eagerly left a message accepting the esteemed role of running buddy. The 5k she was referring to was the race that all of the girls in the program work toward for the school year, building on their runs each week, until they can run a full 3.1 miles. It’s more than that though. It’s a way for them to build confidence throughout the school year at ages when confidence in young girls can wane or become challenged with their changing bodies and new methods of bullying. It builds a community of girls just like them, promoting fitness, (and snacks! Don’t forget the snacks! Shelly will remind you.), friendship, and building others up.

I admire the work this organization is doing for girls, getting them involved at an early age in healthy habits and teaching the reasons behind it. Each week the girls get together for snack time, a lesson, and a mile run. At an early age they are learning what a community of positive, physically active, and supportive girls can accomplish when they believe in themselves and each other.

Race Day

At the start, Shelly’s group circled up and the coach led them in their cheer echoing the words of Bey, “Who runs the world?” “Girls!” They responded enthusiastically.

The start was buzzing with girls in pink, capes, glitter and smiles ready to run. A balloon arch and a megaphone signaled the start of the race. We were off down the course on a bright, sunny day, passing cheering moms, dads, grandparents, and siblings. Shelly’s mom and dad had signs waiting for us as we passed. Through the residential neighborhoods we ran while volunteers cheered us on! My favorite part was watching each girl with her running buddy for support and capes flapping in the wind behind them. We caught up to Shelly’s friend and encouraged each other as we took advantage of the water stops along the way and tackled the hills and the turns on the course. With the finish in sight, Shelly was fueled with a second wind of excitement and hustled through the balloon archway across the finish line.

My Superpower is Running. What is yours?

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About Girls on the Run

Girls on the Run is a national non-profit organization that instills confidence, wellness and fitness among young girls ages 8-13 around the country, and culminates in a final 5k to celebrate their achievements.

How you can get involved!

Volunteer! As a coach, as a snack distributor, as an esteemed running buddy, as a course marshal! Girls need strong role models to look up to and be their cheerleaders. What’s stopping you from being that role model? Get involved.

Don’t forget to hop on over to Shelly’s Blog Post on Girls on the Run and let her explain to you what “Stop and BRTHRR” means.

Interview with Shelly:

Listen in: Audio

What is your name? Shelly Nash

How old are you? 10

What do you want to be when you grow up? Well, I wanted to be an astronaut or Star Wars. I want to be a chef. I want to work at Jamba Juice. That’s an odd one. Now, I’m starting to want to be a director or an actor.

Who inspires you and why? Elise. Ashley Eckstein. She plays my favorite Star Wars character, Ahsoka Tano. When she was little she said I want to have my own clothes shop and I want to work at Star Wars and now she’s like 30 and she’s accomplished both of those. She has an online clothes shop for girls called Her Universe. It has all kinds of geek clothes and stuff, like Star Wars, Star Trek, Alice and Wonderland and Ahsoka. She inspires me because she is very inspiring and reaches her goals. And then Supergirl inspires me because I want to be a superhero. All the independent Star Wars characters, like Princess Lei. Mommy inspires me and then Rapunzel inspires me. She’s a lot like me. She’s creative like me. She’s my favorite princess since I saw that movie.

What was it like to run with the organization Girls on the Run? It was awesome! I had so much fun. And afterschool when we went to the gym, my two great friends went to afterschool. Girls on the Run is a program for girls third to fifth grade. You’re not just running. You learn about activities like breathing and not to get all mad and to learn about your emotions.

What was it like to be part of a team? Awesome! I could never do sports because 1. I’m super clumsy and 2. My parents travel a lot so I could never be part of a sports team. So I was happy. And when I was like I can’t do this, my friends were like ‘You Got This!’

What did you learn from training with Girls on the Run? I learned about all the stuff. This is how the normal day went. You got off school and you went to the gym and 3 o’clock you got snacks and we learned about a certain topic every day and then we ran and we did a star of the day. I learned about how to pace yourself, be calm. I learned that it’s not just tag running around.

What was your favorite part of the season? All of it! Having fun with my friends, the 5K, running with Elise.

How did your 5K and can you describe the feeling of crossing the finish line? During the 5K I tried my best to be like I can run, I got this. But I felt a cramp. You know when we saw the finish line and we still had to go all this way. And I’m like I’m not gonna make it. After I crossed the finish line I felt like I could do anything and I could accomplish anything. I was like, ‘I’m on top of the world!’ Everybody was waiting in that big grass field area. I ran all the way across the field. I was so confident. I felt like I could accomplish anything.

What would you tell other girls who want to do Girls on the Run? It is an amazing program. You definitely should. But afterwards you should keep running. You should keep doing it. You shouldn’t go home and sit on the couch. You should go home feeling like you got this. I didn’t do this, but I want people to do this because it feels good — you should stretch afterwards. It’s amazing you should definitely do it. I had so much fun doing it. Ice and breathe.

Congratulations, Shelly! I could not be prouder. I’m so happy you did it, and I believe there will be many more in your future.

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