Black history month day 22: Renowned neurosurgeon Dr. Ben Carson.
Benjamin Solomon “Ben” Carson Sr. was born in Detroit, Michigan on September 18, 1951. When he was eight, his parents separated and he moved with his mother and brother to his mother’s sister’s home. Carson’s mother struggled with severe depression, resulting in several psychiatric hospitalizations and an attempted suicide. She was however very involved with her sons’ education, limiting their time watching television and requiring them to read and write book reports on two library books per week.
Carson had dreams of being a doctor since he was eight. He did well in school and scored very highly on the SAT for the Detroit school district. When it came time to choose a college, he narrowed the choice between Harvard or Yale, but could only for the $10 application fee for one school. He chose Yale after seeing them win a televised G.E. college bowl against Harvard. He received a full scholarship. Later he attended medical school at the university of Michigan and was excepted into the neurosurgery program at the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine.
Carson was the Director of Pediatric Neurosurgery at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Maryland from 1984 until his retirement in 2013. He was indisputably a pioneer in neurosurgery, his achievements including performing the only successful separation of conjoined twins joined at the back of the head, the first successful neurosurgical procedure on a fetus inside the womb, and the first completely successful separation of type-2 vertical craniopagus twins. He also developed new methods to treat brain-stem tumors and improved techniques for controlling seizures. At age 33 he became the youngest head of pediatric neurosurgery in the country. He has written over 100 neurosurgical publications and received numerous accolades, including over 60 honorary doctorate degrees, dozens of national merit citations, and the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the highest civilian award in the United States.
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No superhero show would be complete without a brilliant tech support team. On “Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.” Jemma Simmons and Leopold Fitz provide that support as the dynamic duo “FitzSimmons.”
Their teamwork and friendship over the last four seasons has blossomed into a remarkable romance. They have been through thick and thin together: When Jemma was infected by the Chitauri helmet in Season 1, Fitz exposed himself to the infection to come up with the vaccine to save her. In Season 2, Jemma and Fitz’s relationship was painfully strained because of Fitz’s brain damage. In Season 3, when Jemma vanished into the Monolith and was sent to the exile planet Maveth, Fitz moved heaven and earth to find her and rescue her. Their friendship, their love for one another, their constant belief in one another is a powerful reminder that love can endure, even in the midst of harrowing conditions, like Hive, Hydra, and LMD takeovers. Their love on “Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.” is completely unmatched by any other superhero show that’s currently on television.
“Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.” is the best superhero show on television because of its amazing cast. Each actor brings such depth, such emotion, and such intensity to his or her role. The casting is strengthened by its unmatched diversity. While most superhero shows feature one or two men or women from different ethnic or national backgrounds, “Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.” continuously casts men and women of different ages, skin tones, and nationalities.
For instance, Clark Gregg is a Caucasian-American man who is well into his 50’s. Coulson is both super dad and super spy, and that’s not a role a 20-year-old could play. Ming-Na Wen is Chinese American, also in her 50’s. She could have been typecast as someone’s mother, instead “Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.” booked her as “The Cavalry,” the most feared woman in all of S.H.I.E.L.D. Chloe Bennet is also Chinese American and is in her 20s. Elizabeth Henstridge and Iain de Caestecker are both 29 and are both citizens of the United Kingdom. Henry Simmons is in his 40s and is African-American. Natalia Cordova-Buckley is a Mexican actress in her 30s. The diversity in age, ethnicity, and nationality sets this show apart from every other superhero show on television.
Summary: In which a friendship drastically changes due to an all-campus text alert about a strange man wandering the campus.
A/N: Another one from draft-purgatory. It feels weird releasing it into the wild.
“I hate you. So. Much,” Bucky deadpans, looking up from a stapled packet of papers. “It takes me two weeks to write something of this quality, yet you pulled it off in two hours.”
"We’ll know if it’s really ‘quality’ when Professor Coulson gives it back,” you yawn, snatching the 18-page research paper from him.
“How do I obtain your kind of focus? What’s your secret?”
“The startling realization that a deadline is actually 8am and not 8pm.”
The brunette stares at you as if you just grew a third eye on your forehead. “You’re either completely insane or a brilliant genius,” Bucky sighs with either admiration or exasperation.
“Well, all this insane genius wants to do right now is sleep,” you sleepily murmur as you slide your paper back into your bag.
“Too bad Coulson docks points if you’re absent.” Bucky swings his messenger bag around and swiftly zips it open and pulls out a bottled iced coffee. “Take this,” he nudges.
“No, for the unicorn behind you,” Bucky sarcastically says, pushing the iced coffee towards you. “I can tell by your dark circles that you didn’t sleep much. Take it, you have class until 8pm today,” he insists.
Touched, you take the iced coffee and scrunch up your face in a cute way, but you don’t know that, of course. “You’re one of a kind, James Barnes,” you grin.
Bucky crosses his arms against his chest, a slightly peeved look crossing his face. “How many times did I ask you not to call me 'James’?“ he defeatedly sighs.
"A little less than a million times.” You laugh as Bucky looks like he can’t decide on laughing with you or strangling you, but both of you know that you’re absolutely right.
nee—” Malfoy broke off with a soft grunt and a pained expression. He
took a shaky breath and tried again, his voice wobbling. “Will you touch
Draco is cursed to speak
in questions. Well…Spelled, thanks to the stupidly improper archival
practices of the fourth century. Harry Potter is there to save the day,
but Draco isn’t going to give in to his help so easily. Fortunately, the
method of saving might be more satisfactory than Draco expected this
Have you read this
yet? This story is completely brilliant! So there’s Draco who, in an
interesting turn of events (and I really don’t want to say anything
about that because !!!!) is spelled to speak only in questions, but
there’s a catch, it’s only in truthful questions. And it turns out that Harry is the only person who can help him in this predicament, which does not sit well with Draco because he sort of tired of Harry always saving him.
in the meantime is barely coming to terms with him being, erm,
interested (for not saying obsessed with) in Draco in a slightly
different way than back in Sixth Year.
now Draco has to ask for Harry’s help (who is Most Willing to Help™) and
he’s only able to question his way into an explanation. It’s all kinds
of brilliant, this fic. And smoking hot, too!
OKOKOK SO ITS TAKEN ME AGES TO FIND EVERYTHING I’D DISCUSSED WITH SOMEONE REGARDING THIS AU BUT I FOUND THEM SO IM ANSWERING THIS NOW!! IK ITS SUPER LATE AND IM SORRY BUT AAAA
ok so the first thing is that we’re gonna completely disregard the typical “yurio’s in like 4th grade and ADORES yuuri as his teacher” because yall can just miss me w that, and instead have a high school english teacher yuuri who puts up with NONE of yurio’s shit. he doesn’t wanna participate? too bad. tries to argue? not having it. eventually yuuri doesn’t even need to say anything. to any of his students. they just receive The Look and that’s the end of it.
now because yurio is yurio, victor - who’s his older brother and legal guardian - gets his ears talked off about “my stupid fucking english teacher”, which causes victor to get this massive image of yuuri beings this mean old bastard who hates children and yurio especially (maybe yurio’s trans?? yall decide) and he becomes both pissed and terrified of this teacher.
dont get me wrong tho, yuuri is a mad Professional (except around his senior class. they’ve seen a different side of mr katsuki…) but victor’s still TERRIFIED of meeting him.
eventually, though, he has to. parent teacher interviews are next thursday, so unfortunately, victor’s going to have to face the music and meet this teacher. and he is shitting himself. thursday rolls around, and victor’s got a million thoughts running through his head - what will i hear? am i gonna like it?? DD: - and yurio isn’t helping boost his confidence much (in australia the student also attends the interview so im going off of that) because he knows deep down that yuuri isn’t that bad.
and if he knows victor, he knows what’s gonna happen next.
so they’re standing out the front of the classroom. the door is locked. they can’t hear anything from the inside. they look at each other.
and victor slowly reaches up to knock.
iMMEDIATELY falls in love because yuuri katsuki is SO FUCKING ADORABLE. victor was honest to god expecting a crockety old 60 y/o man and he gets Booty-licious Japanese Man who is the DEFINITION of nice and polite. he is an ANGEL. THIS MAN LITERALLY OFFERS THEM A CUP OF TEA BEFORE THEY START.
so victor and yurio sit down, tea placed in front of them, but victor still doesn’t know what to expect. he’s been completely thrown off guard by yuuri (who’s wearing pants that cling to his ass and thighs in THE MOST PERFECT WAY POSSIBLE and his button up is so ugly and. honestly victor cannot believe this man is real) but yurio’s shitting himself in the corner because he has no idea what’s about to be said, and yuuri has no fuckin clue what to do but he’s just like “umm… okay… let’s get started”
and as i said before, yuuri isn’t an easy teacher. he’s nice and courteous, but you don’t disrespect him and the effort he puts into his career. you just don’t! he doesn’t take shit from Anyone. he’ll offer you a hot beverage when you come into the parent teacher interview and he always ensures that the students are fed before they start a class, but if you try to argue with him (WITHOUT REASON) he will DESTROY YOU.
once they’re all settled in, yuuri pretty much breaks the ice with “so i first wanted to talk about yuri’s behaviour” and LET ME TELL YOU.
ALL. HELL. BREAKS. LOOSE.
victor’s like “oh god”. yurio’s like “oh GOD”. yuuri just continues talking. and yknow, he goes on to say how yurio has some issues with participating and stubbornness - and, at times, respect - but then he’s like “but when he does participate? mr nikiforov, yuri has a brilliant mind on him.
“his answers are honestly some of the smartest i hear. he has a keen mind for the work we’re doing and his understanding of concepts is phenomenal. sure, he tends to swear a lot in his answers - which” and he turns to yurio at this “he really needs to stop - but the guts of his answers are simply fantastic.”
and victor’s not really processing this because although he came in not knowing what to expect, he knew he wasn’t expecting that. so he turns to yurio and probably whacks him upside the head or smth in a typical older brother fashion and says “yurio!! you told me he was mean!! wtf!!!”
and yeah. that interview is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
(ALTERNATIVELY: victor goes into the interview ready to tear a bitch apart and gets his ass handed to him. he starts telling yuuri off about the way he supposedly singles yurio out and constantly gives him detentions, forces him to participate, and essentially bullies yurio into answering questions
and he kinda goes on for a while like that but eventually he asks yuuri what he has to say for himself and… yurio actually full on slides himself down in his seat because the look on yuuri’s fuckin face?? it says it all.
he then proceeds to COMPLETELY DRAG VICTOR.
////IM SORRY EVERYONE THAT THIS WAS SO LONG AAAAAA I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS DUMB AU DESPITE IT////
Is extremely intelligent, resourceful, clever, and quick-thinking under pressure
Comes up with the idea of using the dead tauntaun’s body heat to keep Luke from freezing to death on Hoth
Realizes that taking out the imperial probe droid was too easy and that it must have had a self-destruct, which results in the rebels’ evacuation and preparation for battle
Figures out that the “cave” is actually a giant space slug when it could have just been an unstable, humid asteroid
Comes up with the plan to hide on the star destroyer and then float away with the garbage, which required him to a.) be familiar enough with the vessel to know that there was a blind spot, b.) know that the ship would dump its trash before going to lightspeed, and c.) THINK OF THOSE THINGS while being pursued and fired upon with his life, Chewie’s, and Leia’s on the line AND realize that the imps would be thrown off if he feigned an attack and all assume they’d vanished, a completely brilliant and incredibly calculated, not to mention well-executed, plan that he came up with on the spot
Devises the plan to deceive the imperial officers and troops on Endor into walking into a trap and subsequently blowing up the shield generator at the crucial moment when the rebel fleet was facing defeat, enabling the destruction of the second Death Star
Is brave and courageous and heroic (despite his efforts to convince everyone otherwise)
Orders Chewbacca to stay behind him when they fall under fire in the detention center
Creates a diversion for Luke and Leia on the Death Star by charging at a bunch of stormtroopers
Turns around to cover Luke during the Battle of Yavin, risking his own life even though he was in the clear to leave and take his reward and pay off Jabba, enabling Luke to destroy the Death Star and saving other planets from its destructive power
Goes out into the freezing conditions on Hoth to look for Luke even though his own chances of survival were slim
Risks his life to rescue Leia during the evacuation of Hoth when she won’t abandon her post
Immediately pulls a blaster on DARTH VADER without a moment’s hesitation while simultaneously grabbing Leia’s hand and keeping her behind him
Thinks only of Leia’s safety and wellbeing when he’s about to be frozen in carbonite, possibly killed, and delivered to Jabba the Hutt
Agrees to personally lead the extremely dangerous and risky assault on the shield generator on Endor
Volunteers to escort Finn to Starkiller base despite the risk to his own life by making his landing AT LIGHT SPEED, stepping up to help Leia and the Resistance and the entire galaxy
Is sensitive and caring and selfless
Doesn’t take Chewie for granted and volunteer him for the Battle of Endor even though the wookiee had a life-debt to him
Comforts Leia despite his belief that she’s in love with Luke
Offers to step aside despite his own love for her so that she and Luke can be happy together
Leaves Leia despite being desperately in love with her and returning to his old empty way of life all because he believes that his presence causes her pain
Offers to do ANYTHING for his son and displays his love and caring and forgiveness of his child as his last act in life when Kylo Ren kills him
Is a skilled mechanic (see: modifications and repairs to the Falcon), a great shot (ie: taking out numerous stormtroopers and tie fighters, referred to as a good fighter by Rieekan, performance on Endor, etc etc), a talented pilot (Kessel run, flying through an asteroid field, evading imperial fire multiple times), and “a natural leader.”
Has one of the most complex character arcs in the Star Wars universe, displaying character development from film to film on multiple levels (relation to other characters, belief in the force, participation in the civil war of the galaxy, demonstration of selflessness, etc etc).
IN CONCLUSION:Han Solo doesn’t get enough credit for his intelligence, ingenuity, bravery, integrity, or his good heart and writing him off as a cocky ladies’ man who blunders his way out of trouble demonstrates a poor understanding of his character.
Imagine Jared Leto is Your Best Friend’s Dad - Chapter 10
Chapter 10 - Spell
This chapter was inspired by the song “I Put a Spell On You” by Annie Lennox. I highly suggest you listen as you read. Enjoy!
We turned in part one of our project and now we had the weekend to finish it. Allegra thought it’d be best to wait until then, so we could really focus. Not sure how much focusing I can handle, memories of Mr. Leto from Monday night were still swarming in my mind like hornets in a nest. Nevertheless, she’s decided to spend the night at my house this time because her dad has to go on his routine real estate convention once every other month. Like that’s what I need, a break from Mr. Leto.
Saturday couldn’t come any sooner. The week absolutely dragged. It felt like an eternity since I’d seen Mr. Leto, not to mention, it’s getting harder to look Allegra in the eye at times.
But this Saturday was particularly special; it was our Fall Festival. Every year, our neighborhood throws this big bash in the evening to celebrate fall with a parade, hayrides, magic acts, singers, candy apples, you name it! My mom, my brother, Allegra and I plan to go once her dad drops her off.
I looked at my outfit in the mirror; I had on a cream-colored mid-drift, some earth green slouch pants and a green checkered-pattern shirt.
“Coming!” I yelled. I put my last finishing touches on my messy bun and skipped to the door.
Mr. Leto greeted me holding Allegra’s overnight bag. Forget my outfit, he emulated rugged hot: his faded blue jeans hung from his waste with a fitted white t-shirt was snug around his abs and an open an unbuttoned plaid shirt hung from shoulders, interlaced with brown, red and tan stripes. He looked at me through obscure aviator shades.
“Hey, Kerri. Wow, look at you…” he said huskily as he gave me the elevator eyes, taking me in. The grit in his voice roused my senses.
“What was that dad?” Allegra asked as she ran up to the house as she swung her book bag over her shoulder.
“I was just saying that I didn’t know a rock star lived here!” his voice boomed as he recovered quickly and stepped into the house. The whiff of his cologne tickled my nose as he passed me. He was absolutely intoxicating.
“Yeah, Kerri, you look so hot. Any special reason?” curiosity rang in her voice. I knew she was alluding to Derek. I tried my best not to make eye contact with Mr. Leto.
“It’s the fall festival. I gotta look good!” I paced my hand behind my head and fashioned a pose.
We burst into laughter instantly.
My mom came around the waved Mr. Leto in the kitchen. Their conversation became murmurs as I got Allegra’s bags settled in the living room.
“You know, I was thinking, Raquel…” Mr. Leto began as he entered the living room. “I’ll take the girls and Nico to the festival. Take them off your hands a bit. Before this convention I could clear my mind a bit with some…festivities” He spoke that last word with a resounding firmness before shooting a seductive glance in my direction. His too familiar smile slowly crept on his face.
I could feel my body temperature rise at the speed of light. My face felt flushed. I quickly turned my attention to Allegra’s bags to try and distract myself.
“Oh… well, sure, Jared. Thanks!” She finished tucking in Nico’s shirt and kissed him on the forehead. “And Kerri, I’ll bake start on the first couple batches of cookies you made while you’re out. You all have fun!” She hugged me and vanished into her favorite room of the house, the kitchen.
There were people gathered all throughout the street. The festival stretched five blocks down, but everyone was gathered at the main attraction was the parade.
“Hey Nico, look! It’s Spongebob.” Allegra went ahead of us to get a better view for Nico. I trailed behind them with Mr. Leto behind me.
There was a tug at my shirt. I shrugged it off it because there were so many people crowding around, it was hard for all of our bodies and bags not to graze each other every now and then.
I felt it again and looked to see it was Mr. Leto’s hand sliding against my opened buttoned up shirt. My head made a sudden turn in his direction but that didn’t stop him. His hand found my right side and stoke it gently. His hands were so soft and cool against my bare skin. I looked around, worried someone would see, but everyone’s eyes were fixated on the show before them.
Request: “#58 and #111 from writing prompt 11 when where Peter gets jealous cus the reader has been hanging around w a new guy friend? :)” by @hollxndtom
A/N: tbh, I had no idea how to deal with a jealous Peter, so if you think Peter would do something different, please let me know. I also tried to keep the reader gender neutral. :)
You laughed as you knocked on the door to Peter and May’s small apartment in Queens. That guy from your biology class offered to walk you to Peter’s after the lecture, claiming it was on his way to his own apartment. He also made you laugh at his biology-themed jokes.
“How are a teenage boy and DNA helicase the same?” The guy said, fighting a smile. You shook your head, knowing the joke would either be completely brilliant, or utterly lame. You glanced at him, cocking your head.
“How so?” You asked, fighting your own wide smile.
“They both want to unzip your genes,” The guy answered, bending over with laughter. You rolled your eyes and tried to contain your laughter. Right when your giggle burst from your lips, the door to Peter and May’s apartment opened, revealing a stunned Peter Parker. You straightened and walked through the door, saying your farewells to the guy as you went.
“See you, (Y/N),” The guy said right when Peter slammed the door shut. You glanced at him, confused. Peter stood next to you, a little closer than he normally does. His eyes were a little on the hard side, and his jaw was set.
“What was he doing?” Peter said, his voice a little dark. You recoiled, feeling your brow furrow with confusion. You and Peter were only friends, but you were beginning to feel a little more for the dork who had a love for science and saving people. You weren’t bold enough to do more than dropping a few hints at a relationship of more than friends, bt Peter was too oblivious to catch the meaning behind your comments.
“He was just walking me here,” You explained, walking to the kitchen. “He said it was on his way to his place.” You reached the kitchen and dropped your backpack on the floor. You opened the cupboard that held the coffee grounds, filters, and mugs. You grabbed a filter and a mug when Peter spoke up.
“Really, now?” Peter said sarcastically, not convinced. You stopped and glanced to the side, seeing Peter, with his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe.
“Yeah, Peter. He was just walking me here,” you repeated, filling the filter with coffee grounds, the scent making you inhale a little deeper.
“Where does this guy live?” Peter said, his voice right beside your ear. You jumped, dropping the coffee mug. Peter, with his spider reflexes, he reached his hand out and caught the mug, then straightened and set it on the counter next to you.
“Don’t do that to me, Peter!” You shouted in defense. Peter blushed a little shoved his hands in his pockets, resting his hips on the counter.
“Sorry,” Peter mumbled. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.
“What’s your deal, Parker?” You said in exasperation.
“N-nothing,” Peter answered, staring at his feet.
“You’re a horrible liar,” You said. Suddenly, Peter’s odd behavior made sense. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” You asked, a coy smile tugging on the corner of your lips.
Peter’s eyes bulged and he began to blush profusely.
“W-w-w-w-what?!” Peter stammered, shaking his head rapidly. “N-n-n-no way! W-why would I be jealous?” You smirked and nodded your head slowly, not convinced.
“Of course you aren’t,” You reassured, finishing up setting up the coffee and putting water into the machine. You pushed the ‘on' button and stood next to Peter. He was still staring at the floor, cheeks an adorable rosy red. You smiled, feeling your courage spiking in the heat of the moment and you planted a quick peck on his cheek. The gesture made Peter blush even more, and he tried to form a sentence, but it just came out to be a jumble of vowels and consonants. You smiled and walked to the end of the kitchen, grabbing your backpack.
“Let’s go to your room, shall we? I need your to explain oxidative phosphorylation,” You asked, flashing a bright smile at Peter as he still stood by the coffee maker, mouth agape and eyes the size of saucers. You walked by him, grabbing his hand, pulling him behind you.
For such a little thing, Sherlock sometimes muses, his Molly is awfully bloody bossy.
She’s handsy, and energetic, and hell on shirt buttons- But then that’s the price of living with her, Sherlock knows.
When they’d first begun going out he’d been nervous; it had, after all, been quite a while since he had had a… paramour. His relationship with The Woman notwithstanding, sex was not something which he had pursued in quite some time, and he had therefore been rather worried that he might end up scaring Molly off.
That was, obviously, the last thing he’d wanted to do.
yes, can you please recommend some multiple chapfter fics? i'm really focused right now for some reason and i want to read! thank you!
For reference, I’ve bolded the fic title and I’ve also linked the writers’ masterlists so just find part one and go from there. Feel free to yell about your feels to me with any of these because I understand. It’s a lot.
Most of these are are Lin x Reader because I read them the most. A little searching and you’ll find some for every other character/cast because this community is so talented and generates so much content, it’s crazy.
@letsgiggletogetherAs The Radio Plays will also make you question your emotions about everything. I have a desire for someone to write me love letters even more because of this. (Part 2 responsible for @teamgtnw) (I’ve linked part 4 here but Part 1 is linked at the top of the post, I’m not sure why but Cass’ masterlist confuses me a lot - maybe it’s just desktop? I don’t know technology is hard.)
I’ve tried to find curate a list that have some finished works and some still in progress! Let me know when you need more (because there’s so many more)! :)
6. Favourite Ron/Hermione moment from Prisoner of Azkaban
A/N I will be forever bitter over the fact that this played out differently in the movie…
“Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all.”
Ron immediately feels himself tense up, blood boiling, heart and soul raging over that greasy slimy git. The nerve of that no-good snake. No one calls Hermione a know-it-all… except for him.
But it’s different when he calls her that. He says it with admiration, with affection, with the kind of teasing that he knows Hermione takes as a compliment of her genius, because she is, she’s completely brilliant, Hermione is, and yeah, alright, she’s a pain in the arse sometimes, but she’s his pain in the arse know-it-all, and he’ll be damned if he sees that greaseball hurt her with her best weapon.
He glances over at Hermione. Her face is turned down and though her hair is shielding him from getting a proper view of her, he can see her eyes are shining and she’s biting her lip - not in that cute way she does sometimes, but the way she would if she were trying not to start sobbing.
He glares back at Snape with an intensified rage and it’s a shame he wasn’t biting his lip because he has no control over himself when he blurts out, “You asked us a question, and she knows the answer! Why ask if you don’t want to be told?”
But later, as he’s sitting in detention thinking he’s never hated Snape more than he does now, he realises he doesn’t regret it one bit.
consider: poe is a writer. ranpo likes to read his stories. therefore, ranpo is probably one of poe’s Good Fans™, and writers know how much that means.
ranpo will always give Honest Criticism whenever poe asks for it, because “ranpo you don’t understand everyone says it’s good you have to say more than that” “poe have i ever lied to you. is this a lying face” “…no”
poe freaks out over deadlines and so ranpo comes over to play with karl and camp out on the couch with snacks and suggest advice. to be fair, it’s ranpo so he usually just eats snacks by himself but sometimes it helps, it’s calming
when it gets late ranpo falls asleep on the couch only to wake up whenever poe starts making unhappy discontented writer noises of frustration and ranpo’s like, did you have to do this to me, but he bears it because poe will probably actually die of writerly frustration without company
ranpo is initially one of those whiny readers who’s like, “when will you have the newest chapter out? write faster!” but poe actually gets up the nerve and tells him not to do stuff like that, pls, it’s annoying, and ranpo relents and fully supports him from thereon
a lot of bemused staring as poe sits at his computer making frustrated noises. poe: “what do i name this character it has to be deep and symbolic” ranpo: “i don’t know. name it after me?” poe: “…he gets murdered on the second page”
ranpo: “the murderer was the gardener’s daughter” poe: “that’s completely brilliant, but i don’t know how you knew that, because i didn’t outline this one and hadn’t actually decided who was the murderer yet. good idea though, i’m going to use it”
“please don’t read over my shoulder while i am working it makes me so nervous” “i’m not! i’m just trying to cuddle with you here!” poe, after a moment, decides to accept this, because he doesn’t know how to tell ranpo that cuddling with him also makes him super nervous and also he enjoys it too much to turn it down
ranpo quickly becomes used to the grit-your-teeth, weary-but-just-barely-determined, all-consuming exhaustion during the ending stages of the writing process, only to be shocked by the sudden burst of borderline euphoria when poe finally finishes, engulfs him in a hug, and then does an awkward little victory dance. then collapses five minutes after, probably
ranpo will always be first to read poe’s newest work, without fail. sometimes after being woken up from his dozing on the couch during late nights at poe’s place.
if poe’s lacking in inspiration, ranpo will tell him about some of his cases. “ooh, that’s an interesting idea, i could definitely use that!”
“…ranpo, i know this is asking a lot, but can you use ultra-deduction for me?” “what’s this, a case you can’t solve?” “no, not exactly. there’s this word i’m looking for but i can’t remember what it is”
Sirius and Hermione just make sense in that opposites attract type thing, but they’re not even complete opposites. They’re both brilliant (despite being a mischief maker, the type of magic that Sirius learned was brilliant. He’s fucking SMART and can totally keep up with her.) Sirius, unlike Harry and Ron, doesn’t let Hermione take charge and boss him around. Or he does, but he ignores it and finds her adorable. They fight. OH, they fight, and it’s epic and horrible and fucking LOUD! But that’s because they are passionate.
I love good Time-Turner fics where Hermione gets to know a pre-Azkaban Sirius. Where she can be a good influence on his life, maybe redirect him from mistakes he makes in canon, or be someone to actually scold him over them (since we know that no one in the school ever fucking did). But I also love a good post-Azkaban veil return fic where Sirius has missed the war, and he’s broken and doesn’t know how to exist in a world that isn’t ripping apart at the seams. Harry is grown, and James is still gone, and Sirius doesn’t know what purpose he serves.
But Hermione is there, and she wants to help, and maybe he wants to help her. They both have scars, but they don’t have time for pity, and instead become champions for the other whenever needed.
“Make ‘em all dudes again!” some of you will say. You’re reading the wrong post.
“Nothing, it is perfect!” some of you will say. And indeed, it is very good. Holtzman’s slo-mo fight sequence is everything I didn’t know I was waiting for, their outfits were great, their banter was sharp, and there were at least half a dozen honest-to-goodness feminist moments that had me rooting for them. But I’m not here for a feminism that doesn’t value black women and working class work, and Patty was hella undervalued.
Which didn’t need to be the case! Like, not at all!
The easy answer is to make Patty a scientist, but Leslie Jones has been pretty on point about why that’s not necessarily a good solution (read her argument here). Which doesn’t mean that they couldn’t have had the one non-scientist be a white person, but okay. She’s right that suggesting that only women with doctorates can be superheros is pretty damn elitist and does a lot to equate privilege with power. It’s also unnecessary.
Real talk: Patty as an MTA worker has the potential to be completely brilliant and essential.
Omg, number 24 for the bellarke prompts please!!!!
gosh, the twenties are quite popular aren’t they :) thank you so much for sending in this request it makes me so happy !!!
24 - “you’re the only one i trust to do this.”
It was nine thirty-five on a Monday morning when Bellamy Blake got a call from Clarke Griffin.
He was greeted by a cough, sniffle and “I’m sick!”
“Well I would offer to look up your symptoms on WebMD but it seems all that knowledge from the half of your pre-med course you actually did take have helped you work it out yourself,” he said, smiling cockily, he was pretty proud of that little burn.
“Ha, ha!” she coughed out in a dull, unamused monotone. “Well I’m sure that brilliant fully completed history degree you got there will really come in handy when I get all the good articles and you end up writing, yet again, about Mrs. Smith across the road’s terrible disdain for modern technology. I’d love to see you put yet another spin on that one,” she grumbled back.
Being sick may have made her sniffly but it in no way deminished her ability to completely and utterly destroy him.
“Ouch, did you call for any reason other than to make me feel bad about all my life decisions up until this point?” he asked, tapping his pen on the desk.
“Not all, I did like that one decision you made last week when you got me a coffee on Thursday morning, that one was nice,” she said in joking contemplativeness.
“It was buy one get one free, Clarke.”
“Okay, well whatever. I’m calling because I kind of need you to cover my Person of Interest interview for me today?” she asked reluctantly. He could practically see her wincing on the other end.