#nova approved memes

[dynamos-games]

was going through my gallery and found this

I can't remember where I found this but something about Ami's dead stare just gets me

[eyefocusing]

was going thru my folder for last year and. while i may not have any completed nova stuff i do still like the little scribbles i found

[sanerontheinside]

Shifting sands, sudden storms (title)

For the life of me, I don’t know if this was complete or not anymore. If complete, why still in draft form? If not, what was I thinking? Ah well.

I can, roughly speaking, date this ask. I remember doing the title prompt meme into March of 2018; I remember this because some witty anon submitted 10 titles in one ask and my poor brain shut down. (I’d informally set myself a goal of writing at least a short ficlet for every prompt, which was my first mistake. No shade on the anon either, they weren’t to know. But now I still have a file full of 40-41 titles for which I think one day I might write something.)

anyway this prompt is so old it tagged norcumi’s old blog, which tumblr [also] ate, so I’ve gone and edited that

Eeyyyyy, whaddup, this fic also decided to be part of the Mandalorian Sith ‘verse (which has also adopted another title prompt for ‘verse lore purposes, but that one—I have an idea for it, but I don’t necessarily know how to write the idea. yet.) 

Y’all can definitely thank @norcumii for the fact that this fic is Jango&Shmi centric. 

“All right, Quin, what do you want?” Obi-Wan drawled. If Quinlan was calling him, then clearly some mission had gone sour. Obi-Wan was still trying to shake off the last time he’d helped him out of trouble with Aayla. And wash the bitter aftertaste of glitteryl out of the back of his mouth.

Qui-Gon squeezed Obi-Wan’s shoulder as he shifted past him, leaving the cockpit to them for some semblance of privacy while he made tea in the ship’s small, but rather practical galley. He hadn’t enjoyed that jaunt into Twi’lek slave trade any more than Obi-Wan had.

“Look, um… It’s a touchy subject. Chancellor Valorum asked Master and me for a favour, he wanted us to take a look at the Trade Federation’s blockade around Naboo.”

“Thought the Senate was supposed to approve all the Jedi assignments now,” Obi-Wan probed carefully. It was a very recent ruling, at that, less than a month old.

“Yeah, hence the favour. We weren’t supposed to be there, and the Trade Federation—whoever’s running the company now grew a pair of gills or something. They blew up our ship, Ben. Then deployed an entire invasion force onto the planet.”

Obi-Wan winced. “Oh, that sounds like fun. What did they want with Naboo, anyway? They’re still fighting over the plasma trade?”

“Naboo’s holding up well, their new Queen—Amidala—well, it’s her first year of rule, but she doesn’t buckle under pressure. They tried to get her to sign a treaty that would make Naboo a protectorate of the Federation. We know how that goes…”

Obi-Wan snorted. “Right. So you got her out.”

“Jumped the blockade. The Naboo pilots are competent, but I miss outrunning smugglers with you and Garen, honest to Force. We got hit, took damage to the hyperdrive. Had to refit—on Tatooine, of all places.”

Obi-Wan grimaced. “Hutts.”

“Sand. Heat. Slaves. Pod races. Anyway, we found this kid, or I should say he found us. He helped us out—a lot—and he’s a blazing nova in the Force, Ben, I’m not kidding. He’s—no one’s ever seen anything like it. Tholme and I, we thought we could buy them out and take them back with us to Coruscant. I mean if you just met him—”

Obi-Wan sat forward sharply and dropped his feet to the floor. “So did you buy them out?”

“Just the kid,” Quin said, audibly deflating. “The owner’s deep in debt. He wouldn’t let the mom go for anything. But I can’t just think of leaving her there, without her son, even. Ben, you could—you and Qui-Gon, you could do something, couldn’t you?”

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at the audio pickup, fairly sure Quin knew him well enough to hear even silent gestures by now. “What do you want us to do, burn the owner’s house down?”

Quinlan snorted. “Nah, he’s not a bad sort. Well, not the worst. Has faults like anyone else, Ben, you know how it goes. But if you could do anything for the mom… Shmi Skywalker, that’s her name.”

“And you’re sure the Council won’t give you funds for a good cause,” Obi-Wan prompted, but really it was just to confirm what he was sure he already knew.

“Nope. For a slave woman, Ben. She’s—Watto’s really deep in debt. He’d ask for a small fortune.”

Obi-Wan sighed and sat back, sensing Qui-Gon standing in the entry behind him. He knew their schedule and their situation even without asking, but Tatooine… “We can’t, right now,” he said, regretful. “We might know someone in the area, though. Maybe. It’ll be a little while, but we’ll let you know once we get it.”

“Thank you, Ben.” Quin’s relief and sincerity were heartfelt, almost broadcast in a physical wave from the speakers. “May the Force be with you both.”

“And you,” Obi-Wan answered, automatically, flipping the switch off.

There was a moment’s thoughtful silence. “Well,” Qui-Gon said. “Jango?”

“He’s—in the general vicinity of Tatooine,” Obi-Wan allowed.

“That is true. He’ll not want to miss a meeting with that client, however.”

“Why are we letting him do that, by the way?” Obi-Wan asked, watching Qui-Gon slip back into his seat with a sigh.

“It’s his choice,” Qui-Gon shrugged.

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

This sigh was longer and deeper. “What we know, Obi-Wan, is not enough. We don’t know what Dooku is planning; we suspect that he isn’t working alone, but is, rather, under someone’s control; we don’t know why he wants Fett, who would gladly kill my former Master with his bare hands if given the opportunity, for Galidraan. He must have had very compelling reason not to strangle Dooku on the spot.

“We don’t know nearly enough, Apprentice. It would be foolish to lose our lives by interfering, with what little we do know. We cannot help if we are dead.”

Obi-Wan’s lips thinned into a pale line. “I understand, Master. I worry that the cost will be… untenable.”

“So do I.” Qui-Gon reached across the space between them and grasped Obi-Wan’s shoulder, iron-gripped, yet reassuring still. “I have little gift in Foresight, unlike you, but even I sense a great disturbance in the future. It is nebulous, but every day less a likelihood than a certainty. You are right, Obi-Wan, but I fear our deaths will not prevent that cost, only add to it.”

Obi-Wan leaned into the hand on his shoulder, just a little. He’d take what comfort from it that he could get—hells, he’d bask in it, if only for a moment. “I’ll comm Jango,” he said quietly.

The hand on his shoulder squeezed, and did not let go.

~~~~~~~~~

Jango roundly cursed the jetiise every chance he got—which would be every other breath, if he didn’t have to save it to make his way through the heat. The internal life support system of the beskar’gam was supposed to handle this sort of thing, but was barely keeping up with Tatooine’s suns. But it was midday, and Jango was the only idiot outside, so he supposed it was probably his own fault. 

He really needed to get the enviro-controls updated. He could afford it now, anyway, and his target was a junk shop owner. If Jango’s luck held, someone at the shop might have experience with Mandalorian work, though he wasn’t really counting on that. The best he expected from this venture was to maybe scavenge a few reasonably functional replacement parts. 

The junk shop itself wasn’t hard to find. It was a relief to be out of the Tatooine suns, though his HUD took a few seconds to adjust to the relative darkness within. At least that let up some of the pressure on the life support system. 

It wouldn’t have surprised him if the shop were empty. Many desert settlements ran on a different schedule; new arrivals quickly learned to sleep through the hottest part of the day to escape heat stroke, burns, or excessive and dangerous dehydration. To add insult to injury, here the light of the suns was reflected back almost completely from the sands, and that could do irreparable damage to one’s eyes. Jango noticed a being or two whose species had adapted to thrive in such conditions, but they too had taken to the shelter of a dwelling or a cantina fairly quickly. 

But he’d been told that the owner of the junkshop was in dire financial straits; it seemed a safe enough bet that he would find a slave working through what ordinarily might have been rest-hours. 

When he finally caught sight of her, Jango had to bite back a litany of harsh curses in Jinn’s name. 

Jango hadn’t known what this job was for. The dar’jetii had simply handed him a lump sum in mixed Cho Mar and Wupiupi dataries, then given him the name of a slave for purchase. Honestly, if he and Jinn hadn’t both been in the same arena at Galidraan, Jango might have considered pulling details out of the man at gunpoint. Who was this Shmi Skywalker? Why did her freedom come at such a cost? What the hell was Jinn asking him to do, really—start some sort of fresh war among the Tatooine Hutts? In which case Jinn and Kenobi could please handle it on their own, and thank you. 

Now that he’d caught sight of her, Jango couldn’t have cared less. He knew her; met her after Galidraan, loaded up with the others from the arena in the hold of a ship too shabby for words, angry and injured and half-mad with grief for the loss of his clan. 

Shmi has been the closest to a Healer that the slaves had on that ship, and Jango probably owed her his life. 

He’d been staring too long. Shmi looked up, right at him, and Jango belatedly remembered what the beskar’gam looked like to those who’d never been on Mandalore before. It was a warrior’s suit of armour, and the sharp look in Shmi Skywalker’s eye was a wary one, certainly not a look of recognition. 

“Choy? Stuta che poonoo mo azal?”1 

Jango undid the seals and took off the helmet. “Excuse me. You wouldn’t happen to have updated processors for mobile life support systems?” 

The look Shmi gave him was searching, and it pinned him in place for almost a moment too long before she broke away. Shmi carved a systematic path through the junkshop detritus, directed him over to something that actually looked like patches to mobile life support suits with a nonstop stream of available models for him to narrow down. It took a few tries, but he did find what he needed, and even a few spare parts that would never go amiss.

“I hadn’t thought you would have so much here of Mandalorian make,” he noted, a little surprised. “It’s fairly unique work.”

“It is,” Shmi agreed. “The previous owners of the parts you are holding now had a run of bad luck, and upset Gardulla. She doesn’t like cardsharps at her sabacc table.”

Jango frowned down at the parts he’d laid out on the worktable in front of him. “I’ll make a note of it.”

Not that he was here to play sabacc. He had more than enough money to get what he came here for. He just wanted to have a better grasp on the details before he went any further. 

~~~~~~~~

Shmi had recognised him almost immediately. It was one of those things she knew with a bone-deep certainty, the way Ani used to tell her of certain things before they happened. They were just hints, but even his words seemed to hold a ring of fact to them, and it was up to Shmi to decipher future-fact from other kinds.

She’d been dreaming about Galidraan. Not, surprisingly, of the broken people who’d been brought aboard there, but of their burning, fierce warrior faces full of light. Shmi dreamt of Jango fighting alongside a tall man with flashing amber eyes that could be both terrifying and kind, and felt as though she should know him, too. But he hadn’t been on the ship with the others, so she supposed that would come to mean something in a peripheral, patient, dripping-cave-water sort of way. 

But Jango’s purpose for calling on Watto’s shop was the variable her mild foresight could not account for. When a figure encased in that armour stepped in, Shmi’s first thought was that another bounty hunter had called to collect Watto’s debt to the Hutts. Never mind that the Hutts had already collected their due—the Hutts also never discouraged their ‘messengers’ from looting. 

Instead, Jango had bought parts from the very armour worn by an ill-fated pair of previous messengers. (Shmi had been lucky enough to have Watto’s help, and between the two of them they’d made just enough noise to discourage the looters when they’d come to call. Gardulla anger had probably been a lucky stroke for Watto and Shmi; otherwise, they might have expected another attempt the next day.)

Shmi eyed the spread of parts and odd bits of circuitry, and wondered if he was going to fix all of it himself. 

“Where are you staying?” Shmi asked. “At the hotel?”

Jango hesitated. “I have—my ship.” 

“On the outskirts? Far to walk, with a semi-functional suit at best.” 

Shmi offered him a place to sleep in her quarters, and latemeal, and assistance with reprogramming the suit’s computer besides. There was a storm coming, and in return for the stay he’d help her prepare meals for however long the storm raged, and cover the windows and cracks in the door. That was all the payment she needed. 

Her home felt empty now, since she’d given Anakin to the Jedi. At least for one night, it might not seem so desolate. The Slave Row would gossip, she knew; but they would always talk, about everything, and offering a pallet to a freeman who couldn’t afford a hotel was not so unheard of.

Jango helped her prepare dinner and tea, and kept her talking. Shmi couldn’t recall how or when they’d gotten to the subject of family, but when she told him of her son, something eased in him. He became less a hunter, wound tight and wary, and a wistfulness crept into his gaze. Shmi knew that look, if she’d seen it rarely.

What of your own family? she wanted to ask, but caught the words back before they could emerge. She didn’t know what had happened to Jango before he’d been loaded up with the others on Galidraan, but Shmi was no fool, either. Jango Fett had never carried himself as anything other than a freeman-warrior, and his fever had left him plagued with horrors all too real not to be fresh and recent memory. She heard whispers from the other slaves, about the loss of an entire clan.

A son, he whispered softly, and Shmi wondered what this man was doing on here on Tatooine, earning a living as a bounty hunter on the dangerous fringes of civilisation. Of course, he wouldn’t say.

But there was a light in his eye that spoke of possibility, and that alone warmed Shmi’s heart.

Later that night, as she settled down to sleep in her room, exhausted, she heard the tell-tale scuff of quiet booted feet pass out through the door and onto the stairs, and caught a whiff of tabacc. Shmi wondered, briefly, what Jango was thinking of, before she drifted off to sleep.

The next day she woke to a sandstorm howling outside and sighed.

~~~~~~~~~~

After years of working with them, Jango was well aware that that Jinn and his quiet shadow weren’t really Jedi. He just didn’t feel like letting go of the suspicion, especially knowing who Jinn’s Master was. Still, Jango could probably acknowledge that it was mostly paranoia humming in his skull. Jinn’s reputation as a diplomat held fast in certain circles, but any association with the Order had eroded over the years. 

Of course, Jinn still worked with Jedi, which never failed to set Jango’s teeth on edge when Jinn asked him for ‘help’. Most times, the man made sure Jango didn’t have to cross paths with members of the illustrious Order; and even when he did, Jango found himself working with the wilder sort, the jetiise who lived hard on the Outer Rim along with everyone else, or hovered just on the edge of completely cracked.

Perhaps it was telling that altogether there were few Jedi whom Jinn trusted. Jango could count them on one hand. There was the Weequay and his younger Twi’lek partner who’d been harrying slave traders for the last three decades, both looking every inch of Rim pirate. Then there was the Kiffar—Jango never wanted to be on his wrong side. They were all a bit rough around the edges, but Vos was a different kind of crazy.

Jango himself had a limited contract with Jinn, if one could even call it that. He agreed to help out Jinn on the basis of time spent together in a cell and a fighter arena on Galidraan, and Jinn had earned Jango’s respect on shaky ground. What struck him at the time was how Jinn had looked when Jango mentioned the woman Dooku had with him, Komari. Whatever damage Dooku had left Jinn with, that man understood the importance of family. Jango saw it in the way Qui-Gon looked after Obi-Wan, in the way Obi-Wan kept either an eye or an ear on Jinn; in the way the two fought, making space for each other like flowing water. These were people who understood that family was more than blood, more than shit guardians who were supposed to look after you.

Which was why, Jango thought, Qui-Gon knew exactly what had motivated Jango to accept Dooku’s offer. Kenobi had been furious, but Jango thought that was more incidental than directed at him personally. It wasn’t as though the idea of Count Dooku creating an army was a particularly savoury idea in any context.

But Dooku had come to Jango Fett with an offer, claiming that the soldiers would all be his clones. That made it Jango’s army.

Jango wanted his family back—the True Mandalorians, all of them. All those men and women who had been cut down on Galidraan decades ago. Part of him still wanted to rip out Dooku’s throat with his bare hands. But that ache for his family—that was so much stronger.

The clones… it wouldn’t be the same. It couldn’t be. Yes, Mandalorians were trained for to fight, prepared for anything. But those clones of himself—not only did was it strange to think about, millions of copies of Jango Fett, living apart from him—but he couldn’t put out of his mind the simple fact that these were men bred for slaughter. Jango would train them, yes; he would give them everything they needed to survive. But a cold certainty sat in his gut, that not a single one of these soldiers was meant to live past whatever war they’d been created for.

If Qui-Gon could sense what Jango wanted, what he intended to make of these clones, then he likely knew of their intended fates, as well. It wasn’t as though the dar’jetii was stupid. Obi-Wan, too: Jango couldn’t read the boy on his best days, but when he’d told them about Dooku’s offer he’d felt the air heat around the redhead, smelled ozone, and could have sworn he’d seen sparks fly about Jinn’s Apprentice while Jinn wasn’t looking. The entire time Kenobi’s face had been smooth with implacable calm. Jango had been, admittedly, quite impressed by that.

And a little turned on, but gods knew Jinn would have cut off something important if Jango had so much as thought of making a move. And that was if Kenobi didn’t get there first.

Dooku had, however, offered him a very impressive sum of money for the privilege of training Mandalorian warriors. Money was of a distant concern to Jango after family, but then, this was the kind of money that took care of everything. This was the kind of buy-a-moon retirement haul smugglers and thieves dreamed of—and only when high out of their heads on spice, at that.

It had almost been enough to keep him quiet, but in the end he hunted down the dar’jetiise anyway and told Jinn and Kenobi about it. He figured Jinn would probably like to know that Dooku was trying to manipulate Bando Gora business, anyway. Mostly, though, Jango had made up his mind when Dooku asked him to kill the new leader of Bando Gora. Hells, Jango hadn’t enjoyed telling Qui-Gon that his ‘sister’ was completely out of her skull on deathsticks, or that Komari was the power behind the sudden expansion of the deathstick trade.

~~~~~~~~~~

1Choy? Stuta che poonoo mo azal? = What? [Are you] looking for business or trouble? 

Note: Azalus = dangerous or hazardous. 

Huttese does not actually have a word for trouble, surprisingly. So, in the spirit of making your own: trooba is trouble, but azal quite specifically indicates you’re gonna get deadly trouble, or at least you’ll fucking hurt when I’m through with you, the fuck do you want with this shop? 

Shmi could probably live up to that threat, even.

Trooba is a step above nuisance (hotshuh). Can also be used to cover anything from ‘expensive spice-dumping, tail-squishing smuggler’ to Sy Snootles. It’s also entirely possible it’s a borrowed or corrupted word from Basic. 

[emisirrelevant]

Mini review/thoughts on Zombies 3:

This is not what I expected to be watching the night before my 21st birthday but here we are🤷🏻‍♀️

The aliens and the rest of Seabrook having the dance off in the opening song was giving me "CAMP ROCK" meme vibes

Zed hyping up Wynter for the football game 🥺

The aliens beaming down to Earth only to tell everyone that it's a 1 star planet and everyone else is too emotional

RUPAUL???? THE VOICE OF RUPAUL IN DISNEY???

"We're old enough to know we're in love" "But we're 17" SHE'S SELF AWARE 😂 "You can't marry a man you just met" vibes

"We're gonna be fine, so fine" "We're not worried, definitely not worried" what I tell myself to my anxiety

Okay but the bossa nova music that's associated with the aliens 😂

"He ran crop circles around you" NOT THE CROP CIRCLES😂

"I'd be happy to dunk on you Zed" I WHEEZE-

Not the trade off for the aliens getting info from Zed being for Zed to have aliens help him get an application for college- does no one remember the SAT scandals?

The mascot Shrimpy going full FISTICUFFS/I will fight you mode at Eely/the other school's mascot 😂

Bree: "Bonzo is so not available" "Hold my glasses Addie" 😂 yess I love her once again stan Bree

"Now that they're distracted, we can-" "Get the moonstone" "VAPORIZE THEM" There's always one in every friend group 😂

Okay so if I had to correspond the aliens to other characters- A-spen is definitely the alien to Willa and Eliza, A-Li is definitely the Bonzo and Wynter of the group, and Zed, Wyatt, and A-Lan are bros.

Imma say it- I think the wolves have some BOPS for songs.

The running gag of Addison punching Zed in the face

"I'm not angry, I'm just in harmony in a super hostile way" 😂😂😂

Addison having to be told for like the third time she doesn't belong and then Zed having to help her through the fallout 🥺 oh I just want to give them hugs

Okay but like I can relate to Exceptional Zed- the pipeline from Scream in High School Musical 3 to Surface Pressure from Encanto to this

Disney said "and don't forget how it feels to be under pressure all the time/suffer from gifted kid burnout/feel like you need to seek approval/validation from others"

"Eat my stardust Seabrook" "Did I correctly talk trash?"

Addison having to put on those rubber kitchen gloves to stop herself from electric shocking Zed

Wyatt and Eliza's dynamic- Wyliza endgame

"You lied to me?" "I thought that was the best way to protect you" HMM NOW WHERE HAVE I HEARD THIS TROPE BEFORE?

ADDISON BEING THE MAP YES- I mean yeah we all knew but- NOW I CAN SAY IT PARALLELS SHE-RA WITH ADORA BEING THE FAILSAFE!!!

I love being a wlw reading into things 😂

OH NO IT ALL WENT WRONG

Wait why Disneyyyy why did you have to do us like that and make Addison choose one or the other😭😭

"I don't want her to go" "No matter how far she goes she'll always be part of our pack" 😭😭 SOBBING

OH. OH WOW. THIS IS CRUEL. MY EMOTIONS

"I love you to the end of the universe" "Maybe we'll meet again somehow" "Someday" WHYYYYYYYYY 😭

IT'S NOT FUN ANYMORE, EMOTIONAL DAMAGE!

ZEVON WINS BEST DAD AWARD. And Zoey best sister, obviously.

I understand why, but I wish Eliza was in person with the rest of the group for most of this movie.

A-Li breathing deeply and going "Awooo" and hitting the console of the ship- she learned from Zed and Wyatt 😭

Ah yes, I should have known the aliens were going to come back.

AWWWW the animation coming in at the end of the movie this time instead of the beginning oh we've come full circle 😭😭

Well, I didn't expect this movie to make me as emo as it did. Since I watched the movies pretty much all in a row, I didn't have to deal with waiting for another one to come out. But it really felt like I went on a whole journey. Nothing But Love was a good conclusion- a good closing song.

Also I wish A-spen and Willa a wonderful day, that is all. NON-BINARY ALIEN WINS

(one final note: I do kind of wish we got to see Addison in a scenario where she would have turned into a zombie- I just think since we got to see what werewolf!Addison could have possibly looked like, and we got alien!Addison in the end, I would have been curious just to see an idea of zombie!Addison)

Credit to muppetmagic for the GIF

[mercyxkilling]

memory meme

@emptyvictory asked: ☽ - a memory of their father 

it was getting dark, the sky painted with the brilliant oranges and pinks, slowly fading into purples as the waning sunlight began to disappear and make way for the night. it was fairly clear with little cloud cover, and the air was warm without being stifling. it should have been a perfect evening. 

but mercy couldn’t enjoy any of it. she was restless, anxious, and wanted to be anywhere but home. her mother would still be awake, probably drunk by now, and if she walked through the front door mercy knew that miserable bitch would start in on her. it would escalate and she’d end the night in her room, throat raw from screaming with tears streaming down her face. it was pathetic really. no matter how much she tried to steel herself from that woman and her verbal and physical onslaughts mercy never could seem to find the right kind of armor to wear into battle.  it was a shame it was so late; she’d have gone to benny’s house to hang out if she could. there were times that she’d stay over, the two of them awkwardly sharing a bed because they both refused to sleep on the floor, pretending as if the circumstances that drove her there weren’t so dire and awful. and no matter how sad and vulnerable she might have felt, benny never once tried to use that as a foothold to get into her pants. instead he was supportive and respectful, though mercy knew she was toeing a line each time she’d crawl under the covers and ask to be held. there was nothing romantic about it to her, it was only a reassurance that she was capable of being cared for by another human being, but... well. she wasn’t stupid, either. maybe it was better she couldn’t head over there now. there were boundaries she wanted to keep in place and she refused to let their friendship to be breached because she was sending all the wrong signals.

so instead she found herself out in the garage and under the hood of the nova, trying to figure out what needed to be replaced or repaired so she could finally get it up and running. it had sat out on some lot in the midst of weeds and decay and the moment she laid her eyes on it she knew that this was going to be her dream car. most might have thought her odd to have such a fascination with vehicles, but her dad encouraged her and told her she could damn well like whatever she wanted to, and that was good enough for her. his word was law. he was a cop after all.

the sound of a car pulling up into the driveway made her turn to look over her shoulder. speak of the devil. when he got out and thumped the car door shut with his hip, she noticed that he had two cups in each hand, and mercy lifted a brow and cocked her head in confusion. why did he need two coffees? and at this time of night?

“hey, kid i kinda figured you’d still be up, so i got you somethin’. coffee?” he lifted his left hand, then said, “or tea?” and lifted the other.

“uhh. tea?” 

after all, she couldn’t imagine her dad ever drinking tea even once in his life. it just didn’t suit him and his gruff demeanor.

“wrong. it’s coffee. they’re both coffee. take it.”

“ugh. daaaad,” she groaned, but still couldn’t help but grin, especially when her father looked so damn pleased with himself and his terrible jokes.

“all right, all right. i’m sorry. now. since you’re out here,” he grunted as he sank down in a nearby lawn chair that they’d had set up ages ago for nights like this. “i assume your mom’s lost in the sauce tonight and you’re tryin’ to ride it out?”

“mmhmm,” she nodded as she sat in the chair next to him, both of them staring ahead at the rusty old nova rather than each other. but mercy was thankful that her dad talked to her this way. something about it made it easier.

“i’m sorry, kid. how’re you holdin’ up?”

“all right, i guess. just tired.”

“hi, tired. i’m dad.”

“oh my god, if you keep doing this i’ll never talk to you again, dad, i swear.”

he laughed and reached out to affectionately pat her on the shoulder. he wasn’t very big on hugs, but at least he made an attempt to let his daughter know that he loved her, regardless of how bad he was at doing it.

“okay, okay. i’m done now. for real this time.” the man cradled the coffee cup in his hands for a moment, then brought it to his lips to take a swig. he grimaced, then spoke again. “terrible stuff. you should try it.”

“i’ve never understood that. why would i drink it now after you just told me it was gross?”

“because i want ya to see how bad it is for yourself.”

“no. that’s stupid.”

“yeah, i guess that’s fair.”

and then they were quiet. it was easy to talk about things on the surface, the superficial and unimportant garbage that surrounded them each day, but... it wasn’t quite so easy to tackle the deeper issues. neither of them knew how to handle emotions, either experiencing them or helping another through them, though it didn’t mean that either of them didn’t want to. it was just starting the conversation that was particularly hard, at least for mercy.

she set the cup down on the concrete floor of the garage and started tugging on a stray dark curl. then her knee started to bounce and she moved on to biting at her fingernails.

“hey, hey, hey. stop that. talk to me. what’s on your mind?”

she didn’t know what to say or how to say it, so mercy just blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“dad. do you think i’m weird?”

“definitely.”

“no, dad--that’s not--i meant--”

“mercy. of course you’re weird. but i don’t mean that in a bad way. in fact, i think it’s what makes ya goddamn amazin’. when you’re a kid the world tells ya that ya hafta fit in with everyone else. that bein’ different is bad and makes ya a monster or somethin’. but when ya get old the world says, ‘fuck ya, individualism is the way to go,’ and then ya realize... no matter how much ya don’t want it, you’re just as average as everyone else. but you, kid. you,” he reached out and grabbed her hand to pull it away from her mouth, partly to stop her from gnawing what was left of her fingernails off and partly because he just wanted to be supportive. “you got somethin’ special about ya. and i’m so damn proud of ya for knowin’ who ya are this early in life. not a lot of people get that luxury.”

“but mom said--”

“fuck. her. mercy... ya know you can’t believe a goddamn word that comes out of that woman’s mouth. she’s a fuckin’ snake and wants to cut ya down because she’s threatened by ya. that fire that drives ya forward no matter what happens, to keep pushin’ through... she’s jealous of that. scared of it even.” 

mercy turned to look at her father askance, hiding behind her thick tresses so he wouldn’t try to conceal anything from her if he knew she was watching. despite all that caustic bite to his tone she could see in his eyes that there was a profound sadness there, and perhaps even a bit of loneliness, too. he had to have loved her once. and she might have been a different person then, someone who wasn’t a cold-hearted bitch capable of destroying others without a second thought. he must have been in so much pain, but he never talked to her about any of it. who was going to be there for him to lean on when he needed it?

mercy opened her mouth to speak, but her father started talking again before she could say anything at all.

“listen to me, kid. ya owe her nothin’. ya hear me? absolutely nothin’. and i know how much ya wanna hang on to the idea that she could change, and i know ya’ve tried to make her proud, but... there’s no pleasin’ that woman. and it doesn’t matter anyway. the one person that ya hafta live with for the rest of yer life is you. not me, not yer brother, not yer mom, not benny... it’s you, kid. so ya need to focus on makin’ yaself happy before anything else. i don’t want ya chasin’ after yer mother’s approval when ya could be spendin’ time makin’ yer mark on the world. and my god, mercy, i know yer gonna change things and leave the world in better shape than ya found it.”

she couldn’t stop the tears that were streaming down her face, but they were happy tears. how long had it been since she could say she’d cried because she felt such warmth, affection, and genuine fucking happiness? her dad had never opened up like this to her before, but she was glad that he did tonight. mercy needed to hear all of that, to know that he believed in her. as long as she had her dad in her corner she knew she could do anything.

“thanks, dad.”

“any time, weirdo.”

“you’re such a dick.” 

but she still laughed as she playfully punched him in the arm.

“that is very true. now. while i’m here and we’re both still up...let’s take a look at that engine. i think the camshafts might need replaced. whaddya think?”

that was very much like her dad, to deflect once things got too heavy or emotional to deal with. but mercy was actually pretty thankful for it since she didn’t want to sit in silence bawling her eyes out next to him. she’d rather do something with more purpose. so with that she got to her feet and made her way over to the nova to look under her hood again.

“you’re probably right. crankshafts look all right, though...”

and for a good long while they worked together, dissecting the engine and deciding what needed fixed or replaced, so they could make a list of parts to get in the morning. because that’s what you did when things were broken. you swapped out what didn’t work for the things that did, and you just kept moving forward. 

and now she had the extra incentive to do just that.

[akaashinova]

i require an explanation what is metanoia </3

met·a·noi·a

/ˌmedəˈnoiə/

noun

the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self, or way of life

OR

that group chat

/j

this is what it actually is

so in a nutshell, i am princess nova and jack is my assistant and we both live in a kingdom ! one day, the princes of seijoh and fukurodani come to settle political alliances and trade deals with our kingdom, with fukurodani seeking to strengthen their alliances through being associated with our kingdom. through this, jack and i meet prince akaashi keiji and prince oikawa tooru, who are both smitten by us almost instantly.

but alas, the fukurodani alliance wasn’t approved, and it is against societal standards for a prince to court an assistant, but the love persists, with keiji and i courting secretly while jack and oikawa do the same.

we haven’t exactly worked out the details of how jack claims royal status, but essentially, they’re nox and daishou’s lovechild from a teenage affair they have before nox got married to konoha akinori.

so they all end up meeting and jack wants to know them more and oikawa is like 🧍‍♀️ “you just met them” and jack is like “yes and i’m moving in” so oikawa is pouty and there’s a lot of drama

and then keijis parents are against courting a princess from an alliance that isn’t happening so keiji is essentially barred from seeing me but it’s forbidden love and we’re soulmates (according to everyone else and partly me) so we would figure it out.

then nox and daishou have some odd tensions and it’s hilarious

and it’s a bunch of memes

forbidden love too <33

and that’s metanoia !

[idcnticxl-1]

1-30 for Nova and Nathan (ilu ♥)

otp question meme

Who is the most affectionate?Nova.

Big spoon/Little spoon? Nathan/Nova usually. But if Nathan has a nightmare, or a bad day Nova’s not above being the big spoon. (She really likes it too.)

Most common argument?  Hard to answer as they haven’t had an argument yet, but I could see them having a big huge row if Nathan was acting jealous while also claiming He doesn’t want anything serious.

Favorite non-sexual activity? Nova likes having meals with Nathan, and cuddling.

Who is most likely to carry the other?  Nathan is more likely to try. I will leave it up to you if he is ever successful.

What is their favorite feature of their partner’s? Nova loves his curls! And his pretty green eyes.

What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?Nova allows him to touch her. Her powers make her highly aware if someone is close by, so anytime Nathan touched her, even in just a friendly way it was because Nova kind of liked him, and trusted him.  

Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?Nova calls Nathan “PrettyBoy” because he suggested she call him “handsome”.

Who worries the most? Oh definitely Nova. Between her (undiagnosed) anxiety, and the fact that Nathan is reckless without consequence because of his powers makes her worry.

Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?I don’t think they would go to a restaurant very often because Nova wouldn’t want Nathan to feel obligated to spend what little money he has on her. But she 100% knows his pizza order. 

Who tops?  In the sense of who is giving, Nathan obviously. In the sense of who is physically on top, Nova.

Who initiates kisses?  They both do.

Who reaches for the other’s hand first?   Nova.

Who kisses the hardest?Nathan.

Who wakes up first?  this is a toss-up. Nathan probably definitely has to wake up early at the community center, but I feel like Nova probably doesn’t sleep for very long when she does. 

Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?  Nova, even when Nathan is supposed to leave for community service she still begs him to stay for five more minutes. 

Who says I love you first?   Nathan would have to because Nova wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable by saying it. 

Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)  I could see Nova leaving little papers in Nathan’s lunch, but they’d probably be little doodles and not words.

Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?    Nova doesn’t really tell Jenna she finds out on her own that Nova and Nathan are sexually involved. I have no idea what Nathan would tell the other misfits about Nova.

What do their family/friends think of their relationship?  Jenna does not approve. 

Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?    Probably Nathan

Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?    Nathan probably. Neither of them are particularly good at cooking, but Nathan is ever so marginally better than Nova who will burn anything she touches.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines? Nathan

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times? Nathan

Who needs more assurance?  They both do. But at times it’s more obvious that Nova does.

What would be their theme song? there are too many songs for me to choose from!

Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

What do they do when they’re away from each other? They text each other, Nathan does his community service. Nova does chores around the apartment. 

one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart Nathan not telling Nova how he feels.

one headcanon about this OTP that mends it  Despite the fact that Nathan won’t say, Nova, knowing how he feels because of what exactly her powers do.

[agentkatie]

That sarcasm prompt list you just posted is possibly one of my favourite things ever. You're right - SO MANY of them remind me of your Shepard. I like this one: “You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.” It sounds like something Cullen would say to Shepard after she'd been caught.

Hello! I’m a terrible writer who reblogs loads of prompt memes and doesn’t answer them! BUT I worked on a lot of them for NaNoWriMo, so here we go; not Cullen to Shepard, but Shepard to mini Shepards :D

Shepard had never expected motherhood to be easy. She’d expected to be lost, and useless, and full of terrible advice for her offspring, and she had been all of those things in her time; yet she’d had Cullen beside her throughout, the unflinching constant in her sea of fear and inadequacy, and with him there she’d started to believe she wasn’t such a terrible mother after all. Indeed, as time had ticked on she’d actually started to think she was quite good — that was, until the twins hit their fifth birthdays, and they started conspiring together.

To give them their credit, they were far better behaved than Shepard’s twin brothers had ever been; they’d run circles around her parents, causing havoc with dune buggies and air rifles as Shepard had trailed closely behind them. But her two definitely took more after her than their father; whilst Cassie spent her time drawing and singing and generally being the golden child, and David was too preoccupied with playing in dirt to cause any real trouble, the twins had a certain mischief about them which could only have been inherited from Shepard. And, all in all, it had been mostly harmless; the odd kitchen raid, an occasional wild animal loose in their home, and their frequent make-believe duels with dragons, were all simple enough to deal with.

But in hindsight, she should have hidden the scissors better.

“Girls.”

They looked as though butter wouldn’t melt in their mouths as they sat opposite her across the kitchen table; they merely smiled sweetly, Rory proudly displaying the new gap in her to row of teeth. As though they were completely blind to the pile of blonde curls on the table, and their little sister’s newly-shorn head.

“Which one of you would like to explain what’s happened to your sister’s hair?”

They exchanged a look with each other before nodding, and it was times like this Shepard was convinced they were able to read each other’s minds; it was Nova who spoke, always the first to jump in, unflinching in eye contact as she stared her mother down. “She wanted a haircut.”

“Is that really the story you’re going with here?”

“She asked us,” Nova maintained. “She wanted to play salon.”

“Alright, now you’re not just in trouble for lying; you’re also in trouble for lying badly.” Shepard took another look at Cassie, content but dishevelled in her lap, and she almost wanted to cry at the haphazard chop of her once-beautiful golden hair. “And for scalping your sister, obviously. But I’m particularly disappointed in the fact you seem to think I’m dumb enough to believe anyone would choose to look like this.”

“She wanted a haircut!” Rory cried out now, as if somehow Shepard was being the unreasonable one; with a deep breath she resisted being drawn into a shouting match, instead attempting to focus on fact.

“Cassie, did you ask for a haircut?”

“No,” she told her honestly - because of course she was honest, she was an angel, unlike her hellish sisters, “but I like new hair.”

“Oh, you’re far too good and pure,” Shepard lamented, pressing a kiss against her ravaged curls. “I can’t ever allow you out into the real world. As for you two - you’re not allowed to play outside for two weeks.”

“It’s not fair!” Rory yelped, sticking to their story despite their cover being blown. “She wanted a haircut!”

“It’s perfectly fair, seeing as you’ve just shown you can’t be trusted out of my eyesight,” Shepard maintained, ignoring the way Nova’s eyes were starting to fog with tears. “You should just be grateful it’s me and not your dad dealing with you; he’s going to lose his sh—stuff when he gets back from Denerim and sees this one looking like she got hit in the head with a weed-whacker!”

“Mama, please!” Nova sobbed. “We’re sorry!”

Every instinct in Shepard urged her to give in, to relent against those tearful puppy-dog eyes and gather up all three of her daughters in her arms; it took every ounce of her strength to instead remain firm and commit to the punishment she’d dealt out. “Go to your rooms, the both of you, and think about how you could have seriously hurt her!”

Nova wailed even as she obeyed her mother’s command; she practically fell out of her seat, dragging her feet miserably as she made her way out of the room. “Rory,” Shepard warned, focused on the more self-righteous twin now; with an indignant screech she too pushed away from the kitchen table, stomping heavily after her sister. “And don’t ever go near the scissors again!” she called after them, gritting her teeth at the furious slamming of their bedroom door.

She turned her attention to her youngest daughter again, humming placidly in her lap; she pressed another kiss to her forehead before, with a heavy heart, pulling the scissors from her pocket and setting about correcting as much of the twins’ carnage as she could. “Poor baby,” she muttered as yet more golden curls fell to the floor. “You look even more like your father now.”

- - -

Cullen’s trip to Denerim - for some pointless meeting on land boundaries which Shepard had rock-paper-scissored her way out of attending - was due to last no more than a week, and during that time Shepard strongly considered making a deal with a demon to get Cassie’s hair to grow back quicker; partly because Cullen would be insufferable when he got back and saw what had happened, but mainly because she couldn’t stand looking at her. She spent a day and a half trying to knit a hat for her, only to denounce the craft in a fit of rage after her thousandth dropped stitch; after that she tried accessorising with scarves, which could have worked if only Cassie could stop chewing them. In the end, she resigned herself to her daughter’s new crop cut, and to her sure-to-be unbearable husband.

He arrived home earlier than planned, as he usually did; she could never be certain whether that was because he couldn’t bear to be apart from them, or that he merely used his family as an excuse to escape boring meetings. Still, as she greeted him at the front porch he seemed tired but happy, the warm embrace with which he met her briefly pushing all thoughts of hair disasters from her mind.

“Hello,” he muttered against her temple as he kissed her. “I’ve missed you.”

“Hello,” she replied, smiling against his chest. “I’ve missed the dog.”

Calenhad barked in approval, pushing up onto his hind legs and throwing his entire weight onto Shepard; she staggered but remained standing under the Mabari’s best attempt at a hug, and Cullen quickly extricated their infant son from her arms. “And hello to you, too,” he said to David, kissing him on the crown of his head. “Where are my girls?”

She’d been hoping to stave off that particular subject for a little longer, aiming to distract him with a game of chess or a debate on Fereldan politics or by just taking her clothes off, but clearly that wasn’t going to work; she sighed, fussing over their dog for a precious moment further before resigning herself to her fate. “Nova and Rory are sulking, and Cassie… well, I can’t let you see Cassie for six to eight weeks.”

Cullen tensed, his entire attention focused on her despite the way his son pulled at his ear. “Why? What’s happened?”

“She’s been the victim of a vicious hairdressing attack.” Cullen relaxed again, the worry in his expression quickly shifting to relief — and then, predictably, smugness, because nothing so rebellious ever would have happened on his watch. “It was awful, Cullen. There were curls everywhere.”

“The twins?”

“Who else?”

As if on cue, Cassie and her new atrocious hairstyle appeared at the doorway, grinning broadly at her father. “Daddy!” she exclaimed, running outside and launching herself at him; he caught her deftly with one arm, holding both children tightly against his chest as he smirked at Shepard.

“Excellent job of parenting this week, my love.”

“Mama says we match,” Cassie told him, still completely oblivious to how tragic that fact was as she pulled on one of Cullen’s curls.

“I didn’t say that was a good thing,” Shepard grumbled.

“It is good.”

Shepard narrowed her eyes at her daughter, her ambivalence towards her scalping - and the twins’ continued protests of innocence - suddenly revealing a truth she’d never considered; because Cassie, sweet baby angel Cassie, was the best behaved of the lot, and if she’d now taken to mischief there was no hope for any of them. “Cassie, you told me you didn’t ask for this.”

“I didn’t.”

“Cassiopeia Shepard-Rutherford; are you lying to me?”

“No!” she exclaimed, looking thoroughly guilty as she avoided her parents’ eyes. “I— Nova wanted to play, I didn’t know! Daddy, I’m sorry!”

Turning to her father for allegiance was an act of pure manipulation, but for once it didn’t work; standing firm in a united front against deception, Cullen put her down on the floor, shooting her a disapproving look even as her lower lip wobbled. “Cassie — go to your room, and think about why lying is wrong.”

She nodded meekly before trailing back inside the house, her little whimpers equal parts pathetic and heartrending; Shepard groaned, rubbing her forehead with one hand before turning towards her husband again. “Great. All that’s left is for him to start smoking,” she grumbled, indicating to David.

“We can always have another, and try to get it right.”

She knew her husband too well by this point to believe that was simply a joke; she arched an eyebrow at him, intent on shutting him down before the idea had properly laid its roots in his mind. “Cullen; if we haven’t mastered it by four, I don’t think it’s ever going to happen.”

“But—”

“No.”

“A pity,” he sighed sadly, jostling his son in his arms, and it was clear from his look of disappointment just where his daughters had inherited their puppy-dog eyes from. “I suppose we’ll just have to make do with the ones we have.”

With a final firm shake of her head at his forlorn pout, they returned to their home — and later that night, after Cassie had apologised for lying and she had apologised to the twins, she mused that the ones they had weren’t all that bad. In fact, she thought, as she watched her husband doze in his armchair, with their son asleep on his chest, the ones they had were probably perfect.

So long as they were asleep.

[Fic Masterpost]

[shitty-fallout-art]

Companion meme GOB

Name: Gob

Karma: good

Alliance: underworld

Location: Moriarty's Saloom; megaton

Perks:

Don't hit me!-Gob learned that keeping his head down prevented him from getting smacked around by drunken patrons. While traveling with gob you are now harder to dectect by evil karma characters while sneaking. (Temporary perk, must have gob in party)

The Good Fight- Gob has been inspirered by three dog to fight for justice! You know do extra damage to evil karma characters. (Temporary perk, must have gob in party)

General:

"Does your pipboy get galaxy news radio on it?"

"Can we stop by underworld soon? I really miss Carol"

"This is everything I ever dreamed of. Thank you so much for this"

Combat:

"Don't hit me! Please!"

"Time for ME to fight back, for once!"

"I-I'll....I'll kill you!"

Death/unconscious:

"Carol...m-mom..."

"IM SORRY! IM SORRY!"

"Make it stop!"

Revive:

"That was worse than anything that happened at Moriarty's.....<sighs> that's not true"

"That doesn't.....doesn't get any easier"

"<joints popping> oh...that doesn't sound good"

After combat:

"When I left underworld I didn't picture myself getting into shit like this"

"Do you think mom would approve of this?"

"That was horrifying, smoothskin. Lets try to not do that again."

Sneaking:

"Good plan, smoothskin. Out of sight, out of mind"

"Don't worry, trying to get people not to notice me is my specialty"

"Hope they don't notice us"

Open inventory:

"I suppose one of us is gonna have to carry the junk. Lay it on then"

"Ah, come on dude. Don't make me carry all of that"

"You need help carry that? It's the least I can do to help"

Lovers embrace/ romance:

"Did I tell you I loved you today? Well, I love you"

"You're probably the best thing that ever happened to me"

"Nice to see you, babe"

Location specific:

Underworld:

"Feels nice to be back. A place where you're treated as an equal rather than a freak"

"I can't wait for you to meet carol. You two are gonna love each other. Greta....not so much"

"Hey, listen, there's this ghoul in the ninth circle by the name of Charon. I want you to check him out. I think he might be in the same situation I was."

Megaton:

"I would rather not be here if that's ok with you"

"Should run by and see nova. I want to make sure she's doing ok"

"Oh god, there's Jericho. What a jackass. .....fuck I hope he didn't here that"

Rivet city:

"I was planning on heading here one day, a long time ago. Seems like it would have just been wasted time"

"Imagine what that ship would have looked like in working condition, just...floating on the water"

"Guess I should...keep my head down....if I know what's good for me"

Personal quest:

Land of Opportunity-Free Gob from Moriarty by either paying off his debts, convincing Moriarty to let him leave, or killing Moriarty. Optional: free nova as well. (Must be completed to gain Gob as a companion)

A mothers love-Take Gob to underworld to visit his mom

I'll make a hero out of you-Take Gob to visit three dog. (Unlocks perk: The Good Fight)

Likes:

Kindness towards those in need

Giving water to vagrants

Giving scrap metal to Winthrop

Freeing nova

Killing slavers

Dislikes:

Drug or alcohol usage

Killing Greta

Paradise falls

The enclave

[kittlesandbugs]

jackrosejackrose replied to your post: Ryder Appreciation Week Meme

ANSWER ALL OF THEM

TWIST MY FUCKING ARM okay I’m putting this under a cut

1. Does your Ryder like their father? Yes.  She knows he loved her in his own weird emotionally-constipated way, and while he wasn’t always around when she wanted him, he was definitely always there for her when she needed him, even if it was only through vidcom.  Losing him, especially how she lost him, hurt her a lot.

2. How does your Ryder feel about their sibling? Andi would literally die for Scott.  He is her best friend in the world, and the fact that he spends most of their initial time in Andromeda in a coma kills her inside.  She desperately wanted him with her through all of it.

3. If given the chance, do you think your Ryder would be a good Nexus Director? Oh my god, no.  Andi is too much of a bleeding heart; she’d approve like every budget and time-off request ever.  She’s good for inspiring people and coming up with off-the-cuff plans, but she is not good at management.

4. What’s your Ryder’s favorite weapon? Jaal gives her an Angaran firaan after they become official.  She was trained to fight with her omni-blade, but really appreciates how much more mobile and efficient it is to stab things when your wrist isn’t locked into the weapon.

5. What’s your Ryder’s fighting style/class? (biotic sniper can be a thing!) Andi’s fighting style is stealth sabotage and assassination, basically.  She sneaks in and disables security systems, hacks enemy shields, and takes out targets while they’re distracted by the big guns on her team.  She knows a tiny bit of biotics, mostly only enough to unleash a nova blast if she gets hemmed in.  Her class is operative/infiltrator.

6. Does your Ryder get along with Tann, Addison, Kandros or Kesh? Andi adores Kesh and her lack of political bullshit.  She respects Kandros, but doesn’t always agree with his more expedient decisions.  Addison is like an antagonistic mom to her, they don’t really get along but there’s a vague mutual respect for the difficulty of each other’s jobs.  She Does Not Like Tann, and takes every opportunity to ride his bureaucratic ass.

7. Is your Ryder good at driving the Nomad? Andi is amazing at testing the Nomad’s limitations and pushing it to climb new and exciting cliff faces, much to the utter dismay of her team and Gil’s eternal consternation.  There have been more than a couple broken axles from her deciding that a straight path is the most efficient way to get where they need to be.

8. What is the one Pathfinder task that your Ryder hates? Andi hates dealing with bureaucratic bullshit and having to report and justify her actions to Nexus leadership.  She thinks if they wanna fight with her on her decisions, they should be on the field with her when shit goes down.

9. What does your Ryder enjoy about being a Pathfinder? She loves exploring new planets and meeting new people. She likes that she really has a chance to make a difference for everyone, including the Angara.

10. How does your Ryder feel about the memories they unlocked? Andi is really, really mad at her dad for what he did.  She doesn’t think it was fair to her or Scott that they had go through burying their mom only to find out she’s alive.  And she really doesn’t think it was fair to their mom, especially because there’s no guarantee a cure will be found in their lifetimes and then their mom will be left all alone in a strange galaxy with strange people.  She really Did Not Approve, and given half a chance, would punch her dad in the face for that stunt.

11. Does your Ryder consider SAM a friend/sibling/…? SAM is her partner, friend, and most trusted confidante. Andi would be totally lost without him.

12. What is your Ryder’s favorite location in Andromeda? The springs on Kadara.  She loves the bright colors of the water pools, and the mountainous landscape.  It reminds her the most of their family home on Earth.  (Sorry, Jaal)

13. If your Ryder could give one gift to their LI (if there is one), what would they give? She wants to find out when Jaal’s birthday is from his mom (assuming Angara celebrate that sort of thing, and if they don’t GUESS WHAT MILKY WAY TRADITION YOU’RE LEARNING TODAY) and then surprise him with one of those stupid expensive giant fruits from the marketplace on Aya.

14. How does your Ryder feel about the fight between Kallo and Gil? She’s very sympathetic towards Kallo’s feelings, but also thinks that if Gil can improve the ship’s functions, he should be allowed to do so.  She ends up siding with Gil.

15. What does your Ryder think about Shepard? I… have to get back to you on this one. :’D I don’t wanna read a Shepard wiki, I’d like to play the games myself.

16. Does your Ryder like the other Pathfinders? The entire Pathfinder set was replaced during her tenure.  She didn’t know Macen, but thinks she’d have liked him.  She definitely likes Avitus, and is glad she was able to give him new purpose.  She really didn’t like Sarissa and is much happier with Vederia as Asari Pathfinder.  She thinks if she’s managed to hash it out so well, Vederia will be great.  She did respect Raeka a lot in the short time she knew the Salarian, and regrets being unable to save her, but she also thinks Hayjer will do just fine as Pathfinder.  When she’s feeling really contemplative, she thinks it might be for the best that the entire team was forged anew in Andromeda because Milky Way tactics clearly didn’t start them off well.

17. What is the one lesson your Ryder learned in Andromeda? It killed her inside to learn this, but you can’t always save everyone.  You just have to do your best to mitigate losses, but accept the ones that happen and try not to let it happen again.  What happened on the Archon’s ship made her absolutely miserable.

18. What is the hardest thing your Ryder had to do in their life? Become Pathfinder. She definitely wasn’t ready to do it at the cost of her dad and without her brother.  She wasn’t trained for any of this, she was trained to hack shit and provide security to scientists.  Her crew and their various backgrounds and advice were total lifesavers for her sanity.

19. Does your Ryder like memes? Andi is meme queen of the Heleus Cluster.  The crew board is awash with her nonsense.  Occasionally they’re forwarded to the entire Nexus because why not? (especially if it might piss off Tann)

20. Which song would represent your Ryder well? oh my god I can’t decide, I could probably make a fucking playlist.  I’ll come back to this one.

[folhadefeira]

Países da UE aprovam polêmica reforma de direitos autorais na internet

O polêmico Artigo 17 (outrora, Artigo 13) e outros que fazem parte do projeto de reforma dos direitos autorais da União Europeia foram aprovados pelo Parlamento Europeu no fim de março. Faltava apenas a ratificação pelo Conselho da União Europeia. Não mais: a votação foi realizada nesta segunda-feira (15). A maior parte dos países-membros se posicionou a favor da proposta.

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O que é GDPR e que diferença isso faz para quem é brasileiro

Ao longo dos últimos meses, algumas companhias de internet manifestaram preocupação com o projeto. Figuras políticas, como Julia Reda (parlamentar que representa o Partido Pirata) e personalidades como Tim Berners-Lee, Vint Cerf e Jimmy Wales também promoveram campanhas para a reforma não ser aprovada.

Basicamente, o agora Artigo 17 determina que todas as plataformas online de compartilhamento ou distribuição de conteúdo apliquem filtros de copyright para verificar se direitos autorais não estão sendo violados.

Se as permissões de uso não puderem ser comprovadas ou se o licenciamento não for realizado, o conteúdo deverá ser bloqueado, do contrário, a plataforma poderá ser responsabilizada. Haverá exceção para conteúdos publicados em forma de citações, críticas, caricaturas ou paródias (ou seja, em princípio, os memes estão a salvo).

A maior preocupação é a de que a reforma funcione como um mecanismo de censura. Teme-se também que a indústria do entretenimento se torne mais dominante ou que haja uma concentração ainda maior de conteúdo em plataformas de companhias como Google e Facebook. Isso porque, presumivelmente, as grandes empresas �� que terão mais recursos tecnológicos e financeiros para lidar com as restrições.

Voting results, #Copyright directive approved: pic.twitter.com/kHPp8Q8xVI

— Julia Reda (@Senficon) April 15, 2019

As manifestações contrárias não foram suficientes para deter o projeto. Na votação do Conselho da União Europeia, apenas Finlândia, Holanda, Itália, Luxemburgo, Polônia e Suécia votaram contra, enquanto Bélgica, Eslovênia e Estônia se abstiveram.

Os outros 19 países do bloco, incluindo Espanha, França, Portugal e Reino Unido, foram favoráveis. Nos dias que antecederam a votação, havia dúvidas sobre a posição da Alemanha, mas o país acabou por também votar a favor.

Reforma dos direitos autorais: o que acontece a partir de agora?

Com a aprovação da reforma, cada país que compõe a União Europeia terá até dois anos para adaptar as novas diretivas do bloco à sua própria legislação. Essa será uma fase delicada. A interpretação das novas regras por cada país é que determinará o real impacto do projeto na sociedade.

De modo geral, as plataformas online foram desenvolvidas como sistemas globais. A adaptação à legislação de cada país poderá ser um enorme desafio, consequentemente. Por conta disso, existe a possibilidade de que as plataformas adotem filtros mais rigorosos para evitar que as leis de alguma nação sejam descumpridas.

Dada a natureza global das principais plataformas online, essa abordagem poderá afetar inclusive países que não fazem parte da União Europeia.

The entertainment lobby will not stop here, over the next two years, they will push for national implementations that ignore users’ fundamental rights. It will be more important than ever for civil society to keep up the pressure in the Member States! #SaveYourInternet

— Julia Reda (@Senficon) 15 de abril de 2019

Julia Reda, que durante os últimos meses atuou como uma das vozes mais ativas contra a reforma, explicou que ainda é possível levar o assunto aos meios judiciais, mas esse seria um processo longo e complexo, razão pela qual o melhor a se fazer, a partir de agora, é monitorar e pressionar para haja implementações justas das diretrizes.

Vale destacar que a reforma também inclui o Artigo 15 (antes, Artigo 11), que determina que plataformas online paguem uma espécie de taxa para divulgar links para notícias. Embora tenha sido flexibilizado nos últimos meses, o Artigo 15 poderá forçar agregadores de notícias como Google News a serem mais restritivos.

Com informações: Reuters, CNET.

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