I have so many questions about LazyTown. The mythos of it all.
I know it’s aimed at a demographic a lot younger than me, but as someone who works in children’s entertainment, I know that A LOT more thought and research goes into children’s series than the viewer even notices. So this kind of thing interests me.
Like, watching the first episode, I can tell that there’s some long backstory that we aren’t privy to. Before Sportacus shows up, Stephanie’s uncle tells her about a “hero from an island in the North Sea with the number 9 emblem on his chest” who used to save people around Lazy Town (Stephanie’s uncle didn’t meet this hero; he just heard stories about him, btw).
Then we see Sportacus, who has a number 10 on his chest.
And when he enters Lazy Town for the first time, the villain Robbie Rotten says, “Another one?!”
Did Robbie know number 9? Was he responsible for getting rid of him?
Speaking of Robbie, his hideout seems to be from some sort of abandoned factory on the outskirts of town. It has a ton of useful inventions that help Robbie Rotten, including a periscope that allows him to spy on people. What’s the story behind that?
Also, Sportacus has a copy of “The History of Lazy Town,” which apparently goes from 1703 to 19XX (his fingers always covers the last two digits).
Sportacus has a magic crystal that flashes when someone’s in trouble. Where did he get it?
I like the design of it and how it fits inside his chest emblem (the prop design for this show is pretty awesome, imho).
I also like how Sportacus’ gadgets still require him to exercise in order to power the devices (his flying scooter needs him to peddle, he has to jump on a springpad to refill his airship, etc). The gadgets still help him do things he can’t otherwise do (ie, fly, etc), but they don’t make him lazy. I remember that there was a thesis essay I read that mentions this (one of the chapters in the book, The Galaxy Is Rated G: Essays on Children’s Science Fiction Film and Television).
I just want to know what the whole backstory is with LazyTown. It seems like the writers have an interesting history about it.
I'm confused. what is the meaning of Sherlock saying "oh, for gods sake give her some lines, she's perfectly capable of starving us" when Mary is first acting as a client?
OH, okay, I was so confused about what you were talking about until I went back and watched again.
So, remember this?:
HUDDERS: And I noticed you published another of your stories, Dr. Watson.
WATSON: Yes, ehm, did you enjoy it?
HUDDERS: (after an awkward pause) No.
HUDDERS: I never enjoy them.
WATSON: Why not?
HUDDERS: Well, I never say anything, do I? According to you, I just show people up the stairs and serve you breakfast!
WATSON: Well within the narrative, that is, broadly speaking, your function.
HUDDERS: MY WHAT?!?
And shortly after that, this exchange happens once it’s revealed there’s a woman in the flat:
HOLMES: (yelling to Mrs Hudson) Didn’t you ask her what she wanted?!
HUDDERS: (from downstairs) You ask her!
HOLMES: Why didn’t YOU ask her?!?
HUDDERS: How could I? What, with me not talking and everything!
(Sherlock walks back into the flat)
HOLMES: (to WATSON, exasperated) For God’s sake, give her some lines; she’s perfectly capable of starving us.
It’s a jab at Watson using her as a plot device in his stories, not at all talking about Mary. Quite funny, actually, because she’s being spiteful and fulfilling her role in Sherlock’s narrative in his head.
Interview with Nikola Tesla from 1899 Very interesting interview Nikola Tesla and John Smith in which he said: Everything is the Light. In one of its rays is the fate of nations, each nation has its own ray in that great light source, which we see as the Sun. And remember: no one man that existed did not die. JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla, you have gained the glory of the man who got involved in the cosmic processes. Who are you, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: It is a right question, Mr. Smith, and I will try to give you the right answer to it.JOURNALIST: Some say you’re from the country of Croatia, from the area called Lika, where together with the people are growing trees, rocks and starry sky. They say that your home village is named after the mountain flowers, and that the house, where you were born, is next to the forest and the church.TESLA: Really, all it true. I’m proud of my Serbian origin and my Croatian homeland.JOURNALIST: Futurists say that the Twenty-and Twenty First Century was born in head of Nikola Tesla. They celebrate conversely magnetic field and sing hymns to Inductions engine. Their creator was called the hunter who caught the light in his net from the depths of the earth, and the warrior who captured fire from heaven. Father of alternating current will make the Physics and Chemistry dominate half the world. Industry will proclaim him as their supreme saint, a banker for the largest benefactors. In the laboratory of Nikola Tesla for the first time is broken atom. There is created a weapon that causes the earthquake vibrations. There are discovered black cosmic rays. Five races will pray to him in the Temple of the future, because they had taught a great secret that Empedocles elements can be watered with the life forces from the ethers.TESLA: Yes, these are some of my most important discoveries. I’m a defeated man. I have not accomplished the greatest thing I could. JOURNALIST: What is it, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: I wanted to illuminate the whole earth. There is enough electricity to become a second sun. Light would appear around the equator, as a ring around Saturn.Mankind is not ready for the great and good. In Colorado Springs I soaked the earth by electricity. Also we can water the other energies, such as positive mental energy. They are in the music of Bach or Mozart, or in the verses of great poets. In the Earth’s interior, there are energy of Joy, Peace and Love. Their expressions are a flower that grows from the Earth, the food we get out of her and everything that makes man’s homeland. I’ve spent years looking for the way that this energy could influence people. The beauty and the scent of roses can be used as a medicine and the sun rays as a food. Life has an infinite number of forms, and the duty of scientists is to find them in every form of matter. Three things are essential in this. All that I do is a search for them. I know I will not find them, but I will not give up on them. JOURNALIST: What are these things?TESLA: One issue is food. What a stellar or terrestrial energy to feed the hungry on Earth? With what wine watered all thirsty, so that they can cheer in their heart and understand that they are Gods?Another thing is to destroy the power of evil and suffering in which man’s life passes! They sometimes occur as an epidemic in the depths of space. In this century, the disease had spread from Earth in the Universe.The third thing is: Is there an excess Light in the Universe? I discovered a star that by all the astronomical and mathematical laws could disappear, and that nothing seems to be modified. This star is in this galaxy. Its light can occur in such density that fits into a sphere smaller than an apple, a heavier than our Solar System. Religions and philosophies teach that man can become the Christ, Buddha and Zoroaster. What I’m trying to prove is wilder, and almost unattainable. This is what to do in the Universe so every being is born as Christ, Buddha or Zoroaster.I know that gravity is prone to everything you need to fly and my intention is not to make flying devices (aircraft or missiles), but teach individual to regain consciousness on his own wings … Further; I am trying to awake the energy contained in the air. There are the main sources of energy. What is considered as empty space is just a manifestation of matter that is not awakened. No empty space on this planet, nor in the Universe.. In black holes, what astronomers talk about, are the most powerful sources of energy and life.JOURNALIST: On the window of your room in hotel “Valdorf-Astoria”, on the thirty-third floor, every morning, the birds arrive.TESLA: A man must be sentimental towards the birds. This is because of their wings. Human had them once, the real and visible!JOURNALIST: You have not stopped flying since those distant days in Smiljan!TESLA: I wanted to fly from the roof and I fell: Children’s calculations could be wrong. Remember, the youth wings have everything in life!JOURNALIST: Have you ever married? It is not known that you have affection for love or for a woman. Photos from the youth show you were handsome man.TESLA: Yes. I did not. There are two views: a lot affection or not at all. The center serves to rejuvenate human race. Women for certain people nurtures and strengthen its vitality and spirit. Being single does the same to other people. I chose that second path.JOURNALIST: Your admirers are complaining that you attacking relativity. The strange is your assertion that the matter has no energy. Everything is imbued with energy, where it is?TESLA: First was energy, then matter.JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla, it’s like when you said that you were born by your father, and not on you.TESLA: Exactly! What about the birth of the Universe? Matter is created from the original and eternal energy that we know as Light .It shone, and there have been appear star, the planets, man, and everything on the Earth and in the Universe. Matter is an expression of infinite forms of Light, because energy is older than it. There are four laws of Creation. The first is that the source of all the baffling, dark plot that the mind cannot conceive, or mathematics measure. In that plot fit the whole Universe. The second law is spreading a darkness, which is the true nature of Light, from the inexplicable and it’s transformed into the Light. The third law is the necessity of the Light to become a matter of Light. The fourth law is: no beginning and no end; three previous laws always take place and the Creation is eternal.JOURNALIST: In the hostility to the theory of relativity you go so far, that you hold lectures against its Creator at your birthday parties..TESLA: Remember, it is not curved space, but the human mind which cannot comprehend infinity and eternity! If relativity has been clearly understood by its Creator, he would gain immortality, even yet physically, if he is pleased.I am part of a light, and it is the music. The Light fills my six senses: I see it, hear, feel, smell, touch and think. Thinking of it means my sixth sense. Particles of Light are written note. O bolt of lightning can be an entire sonata. A thousand balls of lightening is a concert.. For this concert I have created a Ball Lightning, which can be heard on the icy peaks of the Himalayas.About Pythagoras and mathematics a scientist may not and must not infringe of these two. Numbers and equations are signs that mark the music of the spheres. If Einstein had heard these sounds, he would not create theories of relativity. These sounds are the messages to the mind that life has meaning, that the Universe exists in perfect harmony, and its beauty is the cause and effect of Creation. This music is the eternal cycle of stellar heavens. The smallest star has completed composition and also, part of the celestial symphony. The man’s heartbeats are part of the symphony on the Earth. Newton learned that the secret is in geometric arrangement and motion of celestial bodies. He recognized that the supreme law of harmony exists in the Universe. The curved space is chaos, chaos is not music. Einstein is the messenger of the time of sound and fury.JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla, do you hear that music?TESLA: I hear it all the time. My spiritual ear is as big as the sky we see above us. My natural ear I increased by the radar. According to the Theory of Relativity, two parallel lines will meet in infinity. By that Einstein’s curved will straighten. Once created, the sound lasts forever. For a man it can vanish, but continues to exist in the silence that is man’s greatest power. No, I have nothing against Mr. Einstein. He is a kind person and has done many good things, some of which will become part of the music. I will write to him and try to explain that the ether exists, and that its particles are what keep the Universe in harmony, and the life in eternity.JOURNALIST: Tell me, please, under what conditions Angel adopt on the Earth?TESLA: I have ten of them. Keep good records vigilant.JOURNALIST: I will document all your words, Dear Mr. Tesla.TESLA: The first requirement is a high awareness of its mission and work to be done. It must, if only dimly, exist in the early days. Let us not be falsely modest; Oak knows that it is oak tree, a bush beside him being a bush. When I was twelve, I have been sure I will get to Niagara Falls. For most of my discoveries I knew in my childhood that I will achieve them, although not entirely apparent … The second condition to adapt is determination. All that I might, I finished.JOURNALIST: What is the third condition of adjustment, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: Guidance for all the vital and spiritual energies in labor. Therefore purification of the many effects and needs that man has. I therefore have not lost anything, but just gained.So I enjoyed every day and night. Write down: Nikola Tesla was a happy man…The fourth requirement is to adjust the physical assembly with a work.JOURNALIST: What do you mean, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: First, the maintenance of the assembly. Man’s body is a perfect machine. I know my circuit and what’s good for him. Food what nearly all people eat, to me it is harmful and dangerous. Sometimes I visualize that chefs in the world are all in conspiracy against me … Touch my hand.JOURNALIST: It was cold.TESLA: Yes. Bloodstream can be controlled, and many processes in and around us. Why are you frightened young man?JOURNALIST: It’s a story that Mark Twain wrote a mysterious stranger, that wonderful book of Satan, inspired by you.TESLA: The word “Lucifer” is more charming. Mr. Twain likes to joke. As a child I was healed once by reading his books. When we met here and told him about, he was so touched that he cried. We became friends and he often came to my lab. Once he requested to show him a machine that by vibration provokes a feeling of bliss. It was one of those inventions for entertainment, what I sometimes like to do. I warned Mr. Twain as not to remain under these vibrations. He did not listen and stayed longer. It ended by being, like a rocket, holding pants, darted into a certain room. It was a diabolically funny, but I kept the seriousness.But, to adjust the physical circuit, in addition to food, dream is very important . From a long and exhausting work, which required superhuman effort, after one hour of sleep I’d be fully recovered. I gained the ability to manage sleep, to fell asleep and wake up in the time which I have designated. If I do something what I do not understand, I force myself to think about it in my dream, and thus find a solution.TESLA: The fifth condition of adjustment is memory. Perhaps in the most people, the brain is keeper of knowledge about the world and the knowledge gained through the life. My brain is engaged in more important things than remembering, it is picking what is required at a given moment. This is all around us. It should only be consumed. Everything that we once saw, hear, read and learn, accompanies us in the form of light particles. To me, these particles are obedient and faithful. Goethe’s Faust, my favorite book, I learned by heart in German as a student, and now it can all recite. I held my inventions for years 'in my head “, and only then I realized them.JOURNALIST: You often mentioned the power of visualization.TESLA: I might have to thank to visualization for all that I invented. The events of my life and my inventions are real in front of my eyes, visible as each occurrence or the item. In my youth I was frightened of not knowing what it is, but later, I learned to use this power as an exceptional talent and gift. I nurtured it, and jealously guarded. I also made corrections by visualization on most of my inventions, and finish them that way, by visualization I mentally solve complex mathematical equations. For that gift I have, I will receive rank High Lama in Tibet.My eyesight and hearing are perfect and, dare to say, stronger than other people. I hear the thunder of a hundred fifty miles away, and I see colors in the sky that others cannot see. This enlargement of vision and hearing, I had as a child. Later I consciously developed.JOURNALIST: In youth you have several times been seriously ill. Is it a disease and a requirement to adapt?TESLA: Yes. It is often the result of a lack of exhaustion or vital force, but often the purification of mind and body from the toxins that have accumulated. It is necessary that a man suffers from time to time. The source of most disease is in the spirit. Therefore the spirit and can cure most diseases. As a student I got sick of cholera which raged in the region of Lika. I was cured because my father finally allowed me to study technology, which was my life. Illusion for me was not a disease, but the mind’s ability to penetrate beyond the three dimensions of the earth. I had them all my life, and I have received them as all other phenomena around us. Once, in childhood, I was walking along the river with Uncle and said: "From the water will appear the trout, I’ll throw a stone and it is cut.” That’s what happened. Frightened and amazed, his uncle cried: “Bade retro Satan’s!” He was an educated and he spoke in Latin … I was in Paris when I saw my mother’s death. In the sky, full of light and music floated are wonderful creatures. One of them had a mother’s character, who was looking at me with infinite love. As the vision disappeared, I knew that my mother died.JOURNALIST: What is the seventh adjustment, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: The knowledge of how the mental and vital energy transform into what we want, and achieve control over all feelings. Hindus call it Kundalini Yoga. This knowledge can be learned, for what they need many years or is acquired by birth. The most of them I acquired by birth. They are in the closest connection with a sexual energy that is after the most widespread in the Universe. The woman is the biggest thief of that energy, and thus the spiritual power. I’ve always knew that and was alerted. Of myself I created what I wanted: a thoughtful and spiritual machine.JOURNALIST: A ninth adjustment, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: Do everything that any day, any moment, if possible, not to forget who we are and why we are on Earth. Extraordinary people who are struggling with illness, privation, or the society which hurts them with its stupidity, misunderstanding, persecution and other problems which the country is full of a swamps with insects, leaves behind unclaimed until the end of the work. There are many fallen angels on Earth.JOURNALIST: What is the tenth adaptation?TESLA: It is most important. Write that Mr. Tesla played. He played the whole of his life and enjoyed it.JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla! Whether it relates to your findings and your work? Is this a game?TESLA: Yes, dear boy. I have so loved to play with electricity! I always cringe when I hear about the one also the Greek who stole fire. A terrible story about studding, and eagles peck at his liver. Did Zeus did not have enough lightning and thunder, and was damaged for one fervor? There is some misunderstanding … Lightning are the most beautiful toys that can be found. Do not forget that in your text stand out: Nikola Tesla was the first man who discovered lightning.JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla, you’re just talking about angels and their adaptation to the Earth.TESLA: Am I? This is the same. You could write this: he dared to take upon himself the prerogatives of Indri, Zeus and Peron. Imagine one of these gods in a black evening suit, with the bowler hat and wearing white cotton gloves prepares lightning, fires and earthquakes to the New York City elite!JOURNALIST: Readers love the humor of our paper. But you confuse me stating that your findings, which have immense benefits for the people, representing the game. Many will frown on it.TESLA: Dear Mr. Smith, the trouble is that people are too serious. If they were not, they would be happier and much longer would have lived. Chinese proverb says that the seriousness reduces life. Visiting the inn Tai Pe guessed that he visits the Imperial Palace. But that the newspaper readers would not have frowned, let’s get back to things which they consider important.JOURNALIST: They would love to hear what your philosophy is.TESLA: Life is a rhythm that must be comprehended. I feel the rhythm and direct on it and pamper in it. It was very grateful and gave me the knowledge I have. Everything that lives is related to a deep and wonderful relationship: man and the stars, amoebas’ and the sun, the heart and the circulation of an infinite number of worlds. These ties are unbreakable, but they can be tame and to propitiate and begin to create new and different relationships in the world, and that does not violate the old. Knowledge comes from space; our vision is its most perfect set. We have two eyes: the earthly and spiritual. It is recommended that it become one eye. Universe is alive in all its manifestations, like a thinking animal. Stone is a thinking and sentient being, such as plant, beast and a man. A star that shines asked to look at, and if we are not a sizeable self-absorbed we would understand its language and message. His breathing, his eyes and ears of the man must comply with breathing, eyes and ears of the Universe.JOURNALIST: As you say this, it seems to me like I hear Buddhist texts, words or Taoist Parazulzusa.TESLA: That’s right! This means that there is general knowledge and truth that man has always possessed. In my feeling and experience, the Universe has only one substance and one supreme energy with an infinite number of manifestations of life. The best thing is that the discovery of a secret nature, reveals the other. One cannot hide, there are around us, but we are blind and deaf to them. If we emotionally tie ourselves to them, they come to us themselves. There are a lot of apples, but one Newton. He asked for just one apple that fell in front of him.JOURNALIST: A question that might be set at the beginning of this conversation. What was Electricity for you, Dear Mr. Tesla?TESLA: Everything is Electricity. First was the light, endless source from which points out material and distribute it in all forms that represent the Universe and the Earth with all its aspects of life. Black is the true face of Light, only we do not see this. It is remarkable grace to man and other creatures. One of its particles possesses light, thermal, nuclear, radiation, chemical, mechanical and an unidentified energy. It has the power to run the Earth with its orbit. It is true Archimedean lever.JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla, you’re too biased towards electricity.TESLA: Electricity I am. Or, if you wish, I am the electricity in the human form. You are Electricity; too Mr. Smith, but you do not realize it.JOURNALIST: Is it thus your ability to allow fails of electricity of one million volts trough your body?TESLA: Imagine a gardener who is attacked by herbs. This would indeed be crazy. Man’s body and brain are made from a large amount energy; in me there is the majority of electricity. The energy that is different in everyone is what makes the human “I” or “soul”. For other creatures to their essence, “soul” of the plant is the “soul” of minerals and animals. Brain function and death is manifested in light. My eyes in youth were black, now blue, and as time goes on and strain the brain gets stronger, they are closer to white. White is the color of heaven. Through my window one morning, landed a white dove, which I fed. She wanted to bring me a word that she was dying. From her eyes the light jets were coming out. Never in the eyes of any creature had I not seen so much light, as in that pigeon.JOURNALIST: Personnel in your lab speak about flashes of light, flames and lightning that occur if you are angry or into kind of risk.TESLA: It is the psychic discharge or a warning to be alert. The light was always on my side. Do you know how I discovered the rotating magnetic field and induction motor, which made me became famous when I was twenty-six? One summer evening in Budapest, I watched with my friend Sigetijem sunset. Thousands of fire was turning around in thousands of flaming colors. I remembered Faust and recited his verses and then, as in a fog, I saw spinning magnetic field, and induction motor. I saw them in the sun!JOURNALIST: Hotel service telling that at the time of lightning you isolate into the room and talk to yourselves.TESLA: I talk with lightning and thunder.JOURNALIST: With them? What language, Mr.Tesla?TESLA: Mostly my native language. It has the words and sounds, especially in poetry, what is suitable for it.JOURNALIST: Readers of our magazine would be very grateful if you would interpret that.TESLA: The sound does not exist only in the thunder and lightning, but, in transformation into the brightness and color. A color can be heard. Language is of the words, which means that it is from the sounds and colors. Every thunder and lightning are different and have their names. I call some of them by the names of those who were close in my life, or by those whom I admire. In the sky brightness and thunder live my mother, sister, brother Daniel, a poet Jovan Jovanovic Zmaj and other persons of Serbian history. Names such AsIsaiah, Ezekiel, Leonardo, Beethoven, Goya, Faraday, Pushkin and all burning fires mark shoals and tangles of lightning and thunder, which does not stop all night bringing to the Earth precious rain and burning trees or villages. There is lightning and thunder, and they are the brightest and most powerful, that will not vanish. They are coming back and I recognize them among the thousands.JOURNALIST: For you, science or poetry is the same?TESLA: These are the two eyes of one person. William Blake was taught that the Universe was born from the imagination, that it maintains and it will exist as long as there is a last man on the Earth. With it was a wheel to which astronomers can collect the stars of all galaxies. It is the creative energy identical to the light energy.JOURNALIST: Imagination is more real to you than life itself?TESLA: It gives birth to the life. I have fed by my taught; I’ve learned to control emotions, dreams and visions. I have always cherished, as I nurtured my enthusiasm. All my long life I spent in ecstasy. That was the source of my happiness. It helped me during all these years to bear with work, which was enough for the five lives. The best is to work at night, because the stellar light, and close bond.JOURNALIST: You said that I am, like every being, the Light. This flatter me, but I confess, I do not quite understand.TESLA: Why would you need to understand, Mr. Smith? Suffice it to believe it. Everything is light. In one its ray is the fate of nations, each nation has its own ray in what great light source we see as the sun. And remember: no one who was there did not die. They transformed into the light, and as such exist still. The secret lies in the fact that the light particles restore their original state.JOURNALIST: This is the resurrection!TESLA: I prefer to call it: return to a previous energy. Christ and several others knew the secret. I am searching how to preserve human energy. It is forms of Light, sometimes straight like heavenly light. I have not looked for it for my own sake, but for the good of all. I believe that my discoveries make people’s lives easier and more bearable, and channel them to spirituality and morality.JOURNALIST: Do you think that time can be abolished?TESLA: Not quite, because the first feature of the energy is that it transforms. It is in perpetual transformation, as clouds of Taoists. But it is possible to leverage the fact that a man preserves consciousness after the earthly life. In every corner of the universe exist energy of life; one of them is immortality, whose origin is outside of man, waiting for him. The universe is spiritual; we are only half that way. The Universe is more moral than us, because we do not know his nature and how to harmonize our lives with it. I am not scientist, science is perhaps the most convenient way to find the answer to the question that always haunt me, and which my days and nights turned into fire.JOURNALIST: What’s the matter?TESLA: How are your eyes brightened! … What I wanted to know is: what happens to a falling star as the sun goes out? Stars fall like dust or seed in this or in other worlds, and the sun be scattered in our minds, in the lives of many beings, what will be reborn as a new light, or cosmic wind scattered in infinity. I understand that this is necessary included in the structure of the Universe. The thing is, though, is that one of these stars and one of these suns, even the smallest, preserves.JOURNALIST: But, Mr. Tesla, you realize that this is necessary and is included in the constitution of the world!TESLA: When a man becomes concuss; that his highest goal must be to run for a shooting star, and tries to capture it; shall understand that his life was given to him because of this and will be saved. Stars will eventually be capable to catch!JOURNALIST: And what will happen then?TESLA: The creator will laugh and say: ”It fall only that you chase her and grab her.“JOURNALIST: Isn’t all of this contrary to the cosmic pain, which so often you mention in your writings? And what is it cosmic pain?TESLA: No, because we are on Earth … It is an illness whose existence the vast majority of people are not aware of. Hence, many other illnesses, suffering, evil, misery, wars and everything else what makes human life an absurd and horrible condition. This disease cannot be completely cured, but awareness shall make it less complicated and hazardous. Whenever one of my close and dear people were hurt, I felt physical pain. This is because our bodies are made as of similar material, and our soul related with unbreakable strands. Incomprehensible sadness that overwhelmed us at times means that somewhere, on the other side on this planet, a child or generous man died. The entire Universe is in certain periods sick of itself, and of us. Disappearance of a star and the appearance of comets affect us more than we can imagine. Relationships among the creatures on the Earth are even stronger, because of our feelings and thoughts the flower will scent even more beautiful or will fall in silence. These truths we must learn in order to be healed. Remedy is in our hearts and evenly, in the heart of the animals that we call the Universe. Reference:interview that scientist Nikola Tesla gave for magazine "Immortality” in his laboratory in Colorado Springs.
Prompt: When stoic robotics prodigy Minghao has one day left to make his feelings known Word Count: 1,672 Genre: Slight fluff, slight romance Warnings: None
A/N: Our second instalment of the Boom Boom short story series, featuring our drone pilot Minghao! I was pretty amused by how deadpanned he looked throughout the music video, so I incorporated that into his fictional character. Hope you like it! Our next featured member will likely be Seungchul, so do look out for that too!
If one were to take a look into Minghao’s mind on any given day, it would always yield the same result: nothing but an endless flow of mathematical equations, physics formulas and robotics blueprints. Because that’s who he is.
For as long as he can remember, he has been devoted to the field of science. A prodigy from birth, he had been completely infatuated with robotics, drones being his specialty. He was always trying to exceed his own limits and he went as far as travelling to a whole other country to further his studies and truly reach his full potential.
That’s why he had been more than surprised to find himself caught in the middle of a top secret crime organization, responsible for operating the gadgets and gizmos that would help them advance in missions. While his devotion to his profession had prevented him from forging anything outside superficial relationships, he isn’t complaining; as long as he’s able to be around what he likes.
The longest post in the history of the world, and no, I am not proud of that. I am apologizing in advance for when it breaks everyone’s tumblrs.
^^^This is our object of study: the well-dressed male of 1825-1835. The silhouette of the ca. 1830 gentleman bears an interesting resemblance to that of his female counterpart: an hourglass figure, exaggerated by having extra puff in the sleeves, extra width and height in the collar, extra body in the skirt of the coat, and a tightly cinched waist. Both the male and female silhouettes rely on sloping shoulders, a padded chest, a narrow waist, and a lot of curves in the hips:
^^^Probably from the earlier end of our period of study (ca. 1825).
^^^Probably from the later end (ca. 1835).
The most basic layers to a ca. 1830 male outfit are essentially three: 1.) the shirt; 2.) the trousers; and 3.) the braces. Sometimes underwear is involved as well, but that’s questionable. As far as these men were concerned, their shirt was their underwear, and, similar to the ladies’ chemise, the shirt can be considered the base layer (and the layer most improper to show in public).
It sounds pretty grotesque, but aside from extant clothing, some of the best ways to get a good look at these under-layers of male clothing are A.) drawings of dead or injured people on barricades, and B.) pornography (as usual). Ironically, female undergarments are represented more commonly than male ones in images of the period, obviously because the artists and their audience were mostly heterosexual men who liked to get their kicks drawing/looking at half-naked ladies. Men almost never represented their own undergarments in images, though, except in the above circumstances. Art showing barricade fighters in 1830 is good for looking at shirts and braces. I’ll give a few examples when I can. Pornography is good for looking at how trousers work (duh), plus other fun things like nightshirts and such. No, I’m not going to give any examples here. But if one were hypothetically to search for “Achille Deveria” on Google Images, I think it would become obvious what I mean. Hypothetically, of course. >__> Even allowing for some artistic license that might stretch the truth of how these garments really worked, these sources shouldn’t be ignored by the costume historian, because what other chances do we have to see people of the past in a state of undress?
^^^An 1820s extant example.
Men’s shirts ca. 1830 were cut a bit loose and long (long enough to cover the genitals), usually with a slit on each side for mobility:
The collars of these shirts are easily recognizable to anyone familiar with portraits of this period. They were cut high in order to accommodate the tall cravats/stocks of the period and were closed with one or two buttons before the cravat was tied. They could be worn stiff and upright, which would cover part of the jawline, or soft and folded down over the cravat.
^^^The collar of the shirt can be seen extending up from the cravat, covering the sides of his jaw and whiskers.
^^^Showing the button closure on the collar, which would be hidden beneath the cravat when the man is fully dressed. You can see how stiff the collar can be.
These shirts were opened and closed by way of a front center placket set with buttons, but the placket did not extend all the way to the bottom hem. In laymen’s terms, this meant that, since it could not be unbuttoned all the way down, the shirt had to be pulled on and off over the head. This is what we would now call a “tuxedo front”:
The sleeves of the shirt had to fit beneath fairly tight coat sleeves, so they could not be too voluminous, but they did have extra material that was gathered to the sleeve holes and cuffs using knife pleats or cartridge pleats. The sleeve hole for these shirts is always cut low on the shoulder, so that the sleeve pleats actually sit down the arm a few inches instead of right on top of the shoulder, like so:
This is done so that there won’t be an uncomfortable, lumpy gather of fabric right underneath the coat shoulder seam; instead, it shifts that mass of shirt fabric down into the most roomy, puffed part of the coat sleeve, where it won’t aggravate the wearer too much.
A really fashionable shirt might have cuffs cut longer than standard modern cuffs; they would be more comparable in length to what we now call the “French cuff.” This was so that they would extend just slightly beyond the long cuff of the coat, sometimes almost to the man’s knuckles:
Shirt cuffs must have been cut to flare out a bit so that the man could retain full mobility in his hands while wearing them.
The front of a ca. 1830 shirt is a product of waistcoat design. In previous decades, waistcoats had been cut higher, such that they covered pretty much the whole front of the shirt, up to the cravat. In this period, some types of waistcoat are beginning to be cut lower than in previous periods, meaning that more of the shirt front is being exposed. This means new designs of shirt are coming into fashion. 1825-1835 shirts can come with a front ruffle or without. When without, the front of the shirt is often pin-tucked into small vertical decorative pleats. Shirts with a ruffle are more conservative, fashion-speaking, a holdover from earlier decades. Without ruffle will be the future of the 19th-century shirt.
^^^An 1820s shirt, probably from the early years of the decade. There is no decoration on the shirt front, only gathering/cartridge pleating that joins the shirt front to the collar. This probably indicates that this shirt was worn with a high-necked waistcoat and a large cravat that didn’t allow any of the shirt front to show beneath.
^^^An 1826 shirt with a ruffled front: another older style of shirt.
^^^A late 1820s shirt, still ruffled.
^^^An 1820s shirt with a pleated front, possibly from the later half of the decade. The style is still somewhat unrefined, with wide, clumsy pleats instead of the fine, delicate ones that would come into fashion in the 1830s.
^^^An 1830 formal shirt, still retaining the conservative ruffle.
^^^An 1830 informal shirt, with pin-tucked pleats.
^^^An 1832 shirt with a plain front (or pin-tucked pleats, it’s hard to tell). By this point, pleated or plain shirt fronts are definitely squeezing out the ruffled shirts.
^^^An 1832 shirt with tiny pin-tucked pleats.
More illustration of how the placket in the front works (on dead people, sadly):
^^^With braces as well.
You see that the shirts can’t unbutton all the way–in the middle example, it’s clear that the shirt is open as far as it will go. Important to remember when writing scenes of men dressing and undressing: shirts go over the head.
Shirts were typically made of linen (not cotton), and generally the wealthier the wearer, the finer the fabric and the whiter the color. (Linen is not naturally white in color, it’s like a light tannish color, so it needs to be bleached to get a white color.) These shirts were the man’s underwear, and, like the ladies’ chemise, they would be the layer to sustain all the wear-and-tear, the sweat stains, the stank of everyday wearing. Like the chemise, they would need to be sent to the laundress pretty often, so a man would hopefully have the means to keep a number of them to cycle through. With the laundress, the shirts would be washed and bleached, and the collars could possibly be re-stiffened with starch.
Before talking about trousers, we need to touch on the possibility of underwear, or “small clothes,” as they’re sometimes called.
^^^A ca. 1810 example of “small clothes.” These have a simple drawstring waist and are made of linen (I believe).
Underwear meant to be worn beneath trousers or culottes definitely existed–there are surviving examples. Whether they were in widespread use is unclear. It seems to me that, as with ladies’ drawers, there are more surviving examples of underwear for the decades before our period of study, and especially underwear meant to go under culottes (knee-length breeches), like these:
The 1810 “small clothes” example is the only one I’ve found that appears to be designed specifically for use under long trousers. I mean, one can see why underwear would be, ahem, a good idea, especially considering how dreadfully tight these trousers could be. On the other hand, considering how dreadfully tight these trousers could be, the unfashionable pantyline you’d get from boxer-briefs like these is pretty sad to think about. I’ve heard that shirttails in this period were so long because they were meant to kinda tuck around your parts and act as underwear. Hm. On the other other hand, if you were wearing leather riding breeches, it would seem prudent to put something substantial between your bits and that chafing leather, yikes!
So, trousers. Typical trousers of this period have a distinctive cut, very different from modern trousers, but quite suitable for the needs of the overall outfit ca. 1830. Firstly, they have an extremely high waist, so that the waistcoat can solidly overlap them, so that you’ll never have that awkward moment when you “flash” polite company with a glimpse of your shirt. Secondly, these trousers are similar to waistcoats in that they have two fastening devices: a fly of some kind in the front (usually a buttoned fall front fly), and then a tightening device in the back, whether laces or a buckle. Thirdly, these trousers often have stirrups at the bottom of the leg, which go around the shoe and hold the trouser legs down. And fourthly, these trousers are almost always cut with a baggy seat, even if the legs are cut to be tight (though pantaloons are sometimes tight throughout).
Why the baggy butt? Hm. I always assumed it was to allow greater mobility, but it could serve a number of other purposes, from modesty (speaks for itself) to better fit (allows for the pants to be adjusted to fit a greater range of body shapes) to silhouette (extra fabric around the butt and hips gives more fashionable flare to the coat skirt on top of it). Maybe all of the above.
^^^I knew the 2012 musical movie of Les Mis was going to be a “Serious” adaptation when photos of these beauteously baggy pants came to light. Without baggy butt pants, your Les Mis is just, well, the stage musical:
No baggy seat here, no sir.
In general, the musical movie had lovely historically-accurate trousers for its men:
Ca. 1830 trousers came in several types, with three main variables to distinguish them: the material they’re made of, the cut of the leg (length, width, tightness), and the type of fly closure.
The material that trousers are made of depends on what they’re being used for. If the trousers are for riding, they’re usually made of leather, like this crazy green (!) pair:
Short breeches are often used for riding (they allow for greater range of motion in the knees, presumably), but as the above example shows, they could use full-length trousers also.
If trousers are just regular day dress trousers, they’re made of linen or cotton. If they’re evening dress pantaloons, they could be made of linen or some silk blend.
In Les Misérables, Victor Hugo writes lovingly about trousers made of a material called cuir de laine, which were apparently something of a byword for fashionable dress ca. 1830. When Joly is lamenting his estrangement from his mistress Musichetta, Bahorel’s advice involves these magical trousers: “‘My dear [said Bahorel], then you have to please her, be fashionable, make effects with your knees. Buy a good pair of cuir de laine trousers at Staub’s. They help.’” (Grantaire’s rejoinder–”‘How much?’”–reminds us of the enormous expense of being in fashion. The absurdity of using pants to heal one’s broken relationships is not lost on me, but apparently cuir de laine trousers were so awesomely-omg-incredible that they were worth the expense. ;)) But what is cuir de laine? At first glance, one might translate “wool-leather,” or maybe “lambskin.” The Fahnestock/MacAfee/Wilbour translation inexplicably translates “doeskin” in the above passage, but “double-milled cassimere” for the same phrase in a later passage. (I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt and assume by “doeskin,” they mean the fabric called doeskin, not the actual skin of a deer.) As it turns out, cuir de laine is indeed a woven fabric, not a leather: the 1831 supplement to the Dictionary of the Académie Française defines cuir de laine as “a woolen fabric, very heavy.” This woolen fabric, then, seems to be another fashionable choice for trousers, though most of the examples of long pants that survive today are made of linen, not wool. (Culottes, that is, breeches, are more commonly made of wool.) Staub’s, as implied in the Hugo quotation, was the premier tailor’s shop in Paris in this period, and was referenced as such by other writers of the time as well (notably Balzac). I’ll discuss tailors at more length in a later post (when I have more space to spare!).
As for color, trousers usually come either in black or, more commonly, in some light neutral color somewhere between white and tan. Because these pants are made of linen or cotton, an off-white, yellowish, or tan color could be the natural color of these fibers.
Nankeen was a popular fabric used for trousers, known for its yellowish color:
Nankeen gets its name from Nanking/Nanjing, the Chinese city that used to produce this fabric from a cotton with a natural yellow color. In later years, regular cotton was dyed to have this yellow color, and this also was known as nankeen. It was a fabric highly in demand in a period that valued light-colored trousers.
Besides cream or yellow or tan, sometimes you see pants represented in some other light tone, like a pale blue-gray:
(I’m never sure if fashion plates are colored that way to represent white pants, or if they really mean that pants came in a light blue-gray. I haven’t yet seen an extant example that was actually that color, though since fabric dyes can degrade over time, perhaps I shouldn’t expect to…?)
^^^A range of trouser colors on display in this 1830 image.
The cut of the trousers’ legs can vary quite a lot in this period. There are some that are cut wide, loose, and baggy from top to bottom. There are others cut as tight as modern leggings or skinny jeans. Some are tight in the legs and baggy in the seat, while others are tight throughout. Some have a straight, loose leg, while others have a leg that tapers down from a wide hip to a narrow ankle, while still others have the opposite (a leg tapering from a tighter hip to a wide ankle, like a modern boot cut or even bell-bottom). Some are cut with a rather high ankle hem (i.e., the trousers end above the ankle), while others are cut like a modern boot cut and practically touch the ground behind the heel. Some have stirrups and others do not. Some of this variation is year-to-year (as in, some cuts are more popular in 1825 than in 1835), but some is within the same year (as in, within 1830 alone, several different types of cut are possible).
^^^Child and adult versions don’t differ too much.
Besides regular day dress trousers, which most of the above examples illustrate, there were trousers better known as pantaloons, which were cut very tight and intended for evening/formal dress:
^^^Note the curvy cut of these, meant to hug the leg. Linen itself is not an especially stretchy material, so just as with medieval leggings, 19th-century pantaloons were cut to the shape of the leg and cut on the bias to give the fabric extra stretch. Also note the buttons along the ankle: absolutely necessary to fit tight-ass leggings over the foot (as many people today surely know well).
The fly on trousers is one of their most important features and another detail that varies from one pair to another. There are two families of fly in this period: fall front, and center. Fall front flys are far more common in the 1820s-early 1830s, with the center fly gaining ground from the later 1830s onwards. Fall front flys can be either wide…
…but both types obviously serve a practical purpose.
A wide fall is defined as a flap extending all the way to the side seams: in other words, across the entire front of the trousers. A narrow fall is a flap that only opens about 25-50% of the front and is constructed from a more complicated pattern. (Urg, the hardest thing ever to make a pattern for…)
The flap is held onto the pants by buttons, usually three across the top for a narrow fall and five for a wide fall, as seen in the above examples. The mystery is what lies beneath the flap (no, you dirty-minded people, I mean how the trousers are constructed beneath!). Let’s see the two above examples open:
Button heaven! Can you imagine being in a rush to take a piss? Or, even worse, being drunk out of your mind and being in a rush to take a piss?
You can see that there are 2-3 buttons assigned just to hold the waistband closed. The bottom-most button on the waistband doubles as the center button keeping the fall front fly closed. Then there are two buttons below the waistband, to keep closed the modesty panel beneath the fly. (Anyone who’s seen these things in action should remember that the fly does buckle up a bit when a guy sits, so a modesty panel is necessary to keep, um, impertinent ladies’ prying eyes out.) There are an additional 2-4 buttons on the sides to keep the rest of the fly closed, then even more buttons lined up above those, along the top hem of the waistband, which are where the braces are supposed to button onto the trousers. Whew!
The fall front fly had been around since before trousers had been around. The 1790s sans-culottes abandoned their culottes for trousers like these…
…but the fly remained the same as that found on culottes. (BTW, who doesn’t love sans-culottes trousers in cute patriotic tricolor stripes?)
Here are some interesting fly pictures:
^^^These two shots show the corner buttons of a wide fall fly, but also the line of buttons above it, where the braces would be buttoned on.
^^^Lots of buttons! To close the waistband, to close the fly, to attach the braces.
^^^Two shots of an earlier wide fall closure (ca. 1810). He even has some little secret pockets there under his fall! (So ladies, if you are offended one day to see a guy rudely groping around in his fall front fly, he may not be “adjusting himself,” he may just be looking for some change in his pocket.) He also has a tiny pocket in the waistband, which many of these examples seem to have.
^^^An extremely narrow fall front fly, just wide enough to take care of business. This is what the front looks like when closed:
^^^Two pictures of a center fly closed with buttons. The center fly of course eventually superseded the fall front fly to become the most popular style of fly. This particular example has so many buttons that it’s really no more efficient than the fall-front fly (and perhaps less efficient, if you’re one of those lazy guys who just whips it out of the fall front fly without bothering to unbutton too much).
Before we look at braces, I should say that most of what we look at in these posts is fashionable clothes. There is of course a simpler style of trousers that persists among working-class men from the time of the sans-culottes all the way up to the 20th century. It is essentially a basic set of trousers with a fall front fly, a straight, roomy leg, a baggy seat, and a little slit at the ankles for easier dressing:
There also remain plenty of examples of earlier styles coexisting with fashionable trousers. Culottes are still common among older or fashion-conservative people, and for certain social functions:
Braces are there to hold up the trousers. They are fastened to the top of the trousers by buttons (not clasps like modern-day suspenders) and they are meant to lie completely hidden beneath the waistcoat. Of course, that did not stop fashionable dudes from seeking out fancy decorative ones that no one (except their girl/boyfriend?) would ever see.
Let’s go back to this fellow:
You can see those decorative braces there over his shirt.
We saw plenty of buttons for braces on the front of trousers. Here’s what the back buttons look like (the middle triangle of fabric is the adjustable insert, where the pants would be tightened with a lace):
In this detail from Delacroix’s painting “Liberty Leading the People,” you can see the fall front fly of a soldier’s trousers (partially unbuttoned), and the braces buttoned to the top of the trousers:
On the other side of the painting, there’s this guy, a workingman:
At first I thought he was wearing an apron over his shirt/trousers (many workingmen wear these), but now I’m thinking he’s just wearing his trousers especially high. You can see his braces there, holding his trousers up.
Okay, so we’ve got an 1830 man in a shirt, trousers, and braces. He’s going to reach for a cravat next, then a waistcoat, and finally a coat. Now let’s suppose that our man has maybe a little bit of baby fat around the belly, or maybe doesn’t exactly have the most ripped pecs, or maybe he has skinny little legs that don’t cut a nice figure in skin-tight pantaloons. As Balzac once put it, in the 1830s “men still showed off their bodies, to the great despair of the thin or badly-built.” What’s a fashionable fellow to do to achieve an unrealistically curvy hourglass silhouette? Why, the same thing his girlfriend would do: he’ll corset what’s sticking out and he’ll pad what’s sunken in.
^^^A caricature showing a dandy. Note the strange corset bodice (it bears more resemblance to a female corset of the time than a male one). His coat sleeves are going to be so tight, he can’t even have shirt sleeves underneath, just a little false dickey and cuffs.
^^^Not only corseting, but also padding for sadly skinny hips, calves, and shoulders.
^^^Lampooning the “feminized” and highly corseted fashion popular with military officers of the period. The cartoonist seems to saying that this lancer is so gussied up that he looks like a pretty young lady!
^^^A typical shape for a male corset. It’s cut like a cummerbund, basically, and unlike a lady’s corset, it pretty much only concerns itself with squishing in the belly. It uses vertical strips of either boning or cording to shape the body, and it’s fastened in the back with loops and buttons. As the pictures above seem to indicate, it would have been worn over the shirt and under the waistcoat.
More male corsets:
^^^These pants seem to have a built-in corset function, with boning and laces sewn right into the pants.
Courfeyrac and other super-fashionable gentlemen would have been all over these man-corsets, but it’s not clear to what extent the average guy used them. I’m guessing the average guy back then wasn’t too different from the average guy now–he dressed up when he needed to (i.e., to get laid), and didn’t worry about it all the rest of the time.
So, to sum up:
Gorgeous pants make for gorgeous silhouettes. (And man-corsets don’t hurt either.)
When you see what fashionable guys have to look forward to ca. 1840, it makes ca. 1830 look mild by comparison:
Requested by anon: Reader has mind control and loves messing with the all of the avengers but has a soft spot for Bucky. A/N: Since the reader’s powers are so close to Wanda’s, she and Pietro don’t exist. Kinda AU then? idk
Word count: 1774
Joining the Avengers had initially left you feeling intimidated and unsure if you could ever match up to gods and geniuses and superheroes with huge (HUGE) muscles. But after your first training session in the gym you quickly realised you could hold your own. What good were all those muscles against you when all you had to do to stop your opponent in his tracks was to think it so?
Well there were some benefits to all those muscles you had to admit.
Steve was shocked to find himself dancing rather provocatively in front of everyone just moments after asking you “Show us what you’ve got kid.”
Request: Hii! I just wanna request something. I really like the idea of bucky has a big ass crush on reader and he obviously doesnt know the fuck to do so he always ends up making her angry & messing with her and she loves messing back. Idk theres a lot this kinda imagine but i fucking love your work sooooooo can you can you can you can you? I need some angsty fluffy shit and if you make a series out of this i will donate you my goddamn kidney. KISSES KISSES 💕💕
Note: again, I’m so sorry it took me so long! I hope it’s ok and I hope you like it!
Another day at the Avengers complex had just started so did your daily routine. You got up, took a shower and went to the kitchen to have breakfast. The team was on a mission so you had to do it all alone. Once you were done, you went back to your room and took the laptop to finish the assignment for college you had to hand in on Thursday.
No, you were not an Avenger, you weren’t even a SHIELD agents, you just happened to be Clint Barton’s daughter, the oldest one, and since you went to college in Atlanta, your dad pulled some strings so you could stay at the complex and be closer to university. Oddly, Tony had agreed on this and had prepared a room for you. At the beginning it was weird but now you just loved your life there.
Steve Rogers was like a big brother to you. He was always there trying to help you with your assignments or with anything really. He defended you from everyone, even from your own father, but sometimes it was a bit over protective, especially when it came to boys which could be a bit annoying. But you loved him.
Sam Wilson was a pain in the ass. He was always messing with you, annoying you every time he had a chance but, at the end of the day, he just couldn’t see you upset. You were like a little sister for him and he just wanted the best for you. Plus, he used to take you flying to college when you were late. Of course, your dad didn’t like it, actually he used to go insane every time Sam did it but it was the only way to make you get there on time.
Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff were your best friends. They were the ones who trained you every day for a couple of hours, they were the one advising you when it came to fashion or boys. And also they were the ones covering it for you when you went to a party. Most of times they went with you as well, but that was another whole story. You three were like the Powerpuff Girls. An unstoppable trio.
Tony Stark was more like a father than a friend. He could be as protective as your own father and as annoying as Sam. It was an odd combination but you loved him. He was always there to help you and you loved helping him in his lab. He tried to teach you about physics but it had been impossible. Not like you cared, all you wanted was his toys to build stuff even when you didn’t know what you were doing.
You barely saw Thor since he used to be in Asgard and only came down to Earth when there was a truly important mission. But the times you had the chance to be with him, he had been the funniest guy ever, and also polite and eager to know more about this strange world. He always reminded you to a kid in a sweets shop.
And then, there was Bucky Barnes. You didn’t even know how to describe what you two had going on. You knew you liked him, you knew you had a crush on him, you knew he was the hottest guy you had ever seen, but you also knew he was the biggest pain in the ass you ever had to face. He always made you angry and messed with you for no reason, but some other times he was the sweetest man alive.
And they all had been away for two days now. You did well alone. You were good in the kitchen and managed yourself to get to college in time. But it wasn’t the same when they weren’t around. Plus, you spent the days worried about them, wanting to know where they were or if they were ok. You just wanted all of them back.
But finally, at the end of the day, when you were out in the backyard training by yourself, you heard a familiar sound over your head. Looking up, you smiled widely as you saw the quinjet approaching. You forgot about everything and just ran to the hangar where it would land, praying everything turned out alright and everyone was ok.
“(Y/N)!” Your father was the first one coming out of the flying device.
“Dad!” You screamed happily and ran to hug him, he picked you up from the floor and spun you around before kissing your head. “Are you ok? Everyone’s alright?” You asked anxious.
“Yes, darling, we are all fine”, he smiled down at you, happy to see you. You let out a sigh of relief and hugged him again.
When you pulled away everyone was coming out of the quinjet so you went one by one, hugging them, happy they were all safe and sound and home.
“I missed you so much”, you said while you were hugging Steve.
“I missed you too”, he smiled kissing your head over and over again. You had almost forgot how tall he actually was.
“What about me?” You looked to your left to see Bucky with his arms opened, waiting for a hug.
Rolling your eyes, you walked to him and wrapped your arms around his, giving him a tight hug as he did the same to you. These were the moments you lived for, when he wasn’t touching every single one of your nerves and all he did was holding you.
“Well, you’ve been alone for two days. I hope you have the best dinner every prepared for us”, he mumbled in your ear. Narrowing your eyes, you looked at him.
“For your information, I’ve been quite busy myself while you were busy saving the world. So no, soldier, I did not make dinner for all of you”, you replied sarcastic.
“Such a disappointment”, he smirked.
“Fuck you”, you snapped and turned around to go back to your father.
The only ones left in the hangar were Steve and Bucky, both watching you leave with your dad while you told him all about college and all about what you had been doing these last few days.
“Always messing it up, huh?” Steve teased his friend. Bucky sighed and shrugged.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, pal, I used to…have them all”, Bucky sighed. “But when it comes to this one I become such a jerk”
“That’s good” Steve smiled. “That means she’s not like the others”, he added.
“You can bet she’s not. This one drives completely insane”, the soldier mumbled.
“You’re so lost, man”, Steve laughed patting his back and walking to the elevator. Just like everyone else, he was starving and Natasha had said something about ordering pizza.
“And then Wanda tripped over and threw Bucky to a snow hole”, Steve said laughing and making you all laugh.
“So The Winter Soldier was defeated”, you teased looking at Bucky.
“It was an accident”, Wanda chuckled.
They were all telling you how the mission had developed. As always they had accomplished it perfectly but there were always funny stories to tell you. And you loved it.
“And who was the one who crashed against a tree?” Bucky smirked at Steve.
“I was saving your ass!” The Captain complained.
“Language”, you all said at the same time.
“C’mon! It has been ages since that!” Steve whined making you all laugh again.
When you all finished having dinner, you started cleaning up and ordered all of them to go and rest since they were all exhausted. At the beginning they all protested but gave in since you were right: they were exhausted. But Bucky still stayed behind helping you.
“Go to bed, soldier, you need some rest”, you told him.
“I’m ok”, he said piling up the plates while you threw away the napkins.
“Still having troubles to sleep?” You asked as he started washing the dishes.
“Yeah”, he said simply.
You nodded and started drying the dishes while he washed them. You had always felt bad about him and you wished you could help him somehow, but what could you do? Go to his room and sleep with him? That would be too weird. With a sigh you just focused on the dished until you felt water on your face.
“What the fuck!?” You looked at Bucky to find him smirking at you. “Why on hell would you do that?”
“C’mon, it’s just water”, he laughed shaking his head.
“I don’t care!” You exclaimed.
You hated be splashed with water, it made you so nervous and you didn’t know why but it had always been that way.
“Fuck you Barnes”, you snapped and left the kitchen quickly.
Can you imagine if Khoshekh got lost, though? Like, if he were a free-range floating cat? And periodically you just see Carlos puttering around on some homemade flying-device, searching for his boyfriend’s ridiculous cat because he can’t handle the distressed squeaky-noises Cecil makes when he’s worried.
This is a decree from the Department of Security and Enforcement on behalf of Grand Consul Tezzeret.
By order of our Grand Consul, the Consulate has enacted a prohibition on any and all flying devices, flying vehicles, and flying automatons in the city of Ghirapur. Any citizens found using buzzwings, back-mounted flying packs, thopters, or other aircraft will be considered enemies of the Consulate.
As per the orders of our Grand Consul, we will detain all those found in violation of this decree without hesitation. Failure to comply will result in forceful termination of the flying device and indefinite detainment.
Ghirapur will stand strong under Grand Consul Tezzeret.
Terezi’s cane doubles as both a spear and a tri-segmented flail, allowing her to deal substantial walloping damage to enemies
Twin blades adorned with candy red dragon heads to deal close-range slicing and stabbing damage
Using her mind powers, Terezi can allow her teammates to temporarily engage their Ultimate Selves, granting a 15% damage boost that lasts for ten seconds
ULT: Sumon Pyralsprite
Terezi can telepathically summon a massive dragon to deliver a destructive blast in a single direction, so bright that it temporarily impairs the vision of nearby players for five seconds after the attack
Eight eight sided die that when rolled provide Vriska with the weapons and abilities of all other characters by chance (with the exception of flying devices), depending on the number of the roll. She may use the weapon for five ammunition rounds or ten melee attacks before having to roll again. She does NOT, however, have access to the ult attacks of other characters.
High-tech eyewear that allows Vriska to detect all enemies in the area and lock onto the closest opponent without cover to deliver deadly accurate aim
Jet-powered boots act as boosters allowing Vriska to launch herself into the air or in a straight, forward dash. She may remain airborn for up to ten seconds in short, controlled bursts, or propel herself directly forward or upwards
ULT: Out of Luck
Rolling a perfect eight of eight triggers Vriska’s ult, sapping the health of ALL surrounding players, teammates and enemies alike, rendering her invulnerable for an undodgeable attack, or three seconds if the attack isn’t used within that time.
Equius Zahhak - Defense (Long Range/ Shields)
Stud(ded) Brass Knuckles
Grip too strong to efficiently wield a weapon in his meaty hands, Equius instead equips a powerful set of brass knuckles that both stuns and damages enemies in close range melee
Used to build, repair, and upgrade turrets and walls
Equius constructs enemy-tracking turrets which he can upgrade with his wrench to increase its damage, or break down for scrap to build walls.
A wall of scrap metal built by Equius that can act as cover for teammates and stand strong for up to fifteen blows before ultimately crumbling. Only one of these can be built at a time.
ULT: Mother’s(?) Milk
Equius can take a swig of milk from a flask which allows him to build fully upgraded turrets much faster, and any landed punches make for an instant kill
Gamzee Makara - Tank
Colourful and hard-hitting juggling clubs used to deliver punishing damage to foes
Gamzee can deploy and ride a unicycle, though his feet don’t reach the pedals, causing him to barrel forward at a curve and charge enemies, running over the first in his path and knocking others to the ground
Can be thrown into the faces of enemies with enough force for custard to inflict damage upon impact, the sopor slowing down targets. They can also be eaten by Gamzee to restore 1% of health
ULT: Chuckle Voodoos
When his health is low enough, Gamzee will engage a berzerker mode, slamming his clubs into the ground with enough force to knock down and damage all enemies before him, unleashing a multi-coloured destructive burst of energy from his person in all directions
Eridan Ampora - Defense (Medium/Long Range)
A harpoon gun that can deliver both a devastating lighting blast, or be fired to propel the harpoon into enemies
Eridan can fire the harpoon into enemies and pull them into closer range and shock the player before the harpoon is released and retracts back into Ahab’s Crosshairs or the player escapes
Said to be plundered from the angels themselves, these frag grenades can be lobbed long distance and in addition to damage from the initial explosion, release ghostly white seraphims that deal damage to any players they pass through
ULT: No Hope
A charged, five second long attack that unleashes a massive wave of destructive electrical energy in a straight line, obliterating all in its extensive path
Feferi Peixes - Support (Healer)
A healing staff that generates bubbles that circle players and gradually replenish their health so long as they are within Feferi’s sight and range. It may also be used as a weapon in a pinch to both stab and strike enemies
Fairy-like wings that allow Feferi to fly and glide to a targeted ally to reach and assist them quickly
Feferi can deploy three colourful cuddlefish to circle her teammates and provide an energy boost as well as help deflect projectiles, though the cuddlefish swim back to feferi when hit
ULT: Healing Tide
Feferi unleashes a cascade of bubbles over her teammates that restore health and, boost energy as they pop
A mini Teen Titans PSA for you all. So far in the New 52/DCYou Titans series, there has been two wonderful members that have been brought into the series. Even shockingly, by Scott Lobdell.
Miguel Jose Barragan/Bunker, a mexican, homosexual, religious metahuman with the abilities to create pshyonic (purple) bricks, as weapons, flying devices, armor, and more, created by Scott Lobdell and Brett Booth.
Ra’Ut L’Lwer/Chimera, an alien race known as Durlan, who can use powers and abilities of those near her, such as Bunker, Superboy, Martian Manhunter, Kid Flash, and Livewire. I think she’s apart of the same race as the Legion of Superheroes Chameleon Boy. She’s brand new, but she already knows what it means to help friends, and saving people. A hero. Created by Will Pfiefer, Kenneth Rocafort, Alisson Borges/Wes St. Claire.
Both of these heroes (Miguel less than Ra’Ut) are new to the DC Universe, and already are making names for themselves. So many people have loved Bunker since the first moment he appeared in Teen Titans #3 (2011-2014) and I personally enjoy Ra’Ut in the series (Teen Titans Annual #1 2014-). I honestly hope they stay members of the Titans for a while. Miguel will most likely, I’m sure, seeing as he’s on the most recently released Teen Titans cover for #14. I’m not certain about Ra’Ut though sadly.
Ahhh, I’ve been saving this request for you as your my favourite author on tumblr, could you write a one shot where the reader is Hotch’s daughter and is dating someone who happens to become an unsub, Spencer notices before anyone else that something isn’t right and goes to visit her, finding her tied and beaten up in her apartment he had tied her up so she couldn’t call for help and has beat her up because she tried to stop him, Spence saves her and stays with her and just fluff, thank you ❤️
I can do this! This is a pretty loaded prompt, so if enough people want another part I can write the taking care of scene, but there was a lot to pack in to fully flesh out your idea.
Warning though, the scene in which he finds you is described in painful detail. Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!
Driving in the SUV, Spencer’s eyes whip around all of the streets, refusing to waste the time to cut on his blinker as he ricochets his car to the left, barreling down the road towards your home.
It had been four days since the team first got the case, and Spencer couldn’t help but see you in all of the victims.
“Reid, a lot of women have Y/C/H hair and Y/C/E eyes. I’m sure that if Hotch felt something was wrong, he would call her and inform her.”
Morgan’s words kept ringing in his ears from the very first day of the case.
You were his boss’s daughter, and it was no secret that you and Spencer got along well. You were constantly getting coffee and light lunches together, coordinating break times and texting each other to check up during cases that took Spencer away.
Hotch wasn’t a fan of it at first, but Rossi had kept reassuring him that if there was any man that would latch on to you, Spencer was the best one for the job.
And finally, Hotch had relented.
Meaning, the two of you no longer had to feel awkward around your father when he called and you two were together for one reason or another.
But now, after several failed text messages and many calls on Hotch’s part being shot to voicemail, even Aaron began to worry as he started running his hand through his hair.
That was when Hotch had ordered Spencer to go check on her, just to make sure she was alright.
But on the ride there, Spencer’s mind kept whirling.
And the more it spun, the more pieces started falling into place.
“Shit,” he murmurs, fumbling his phone in between his fingers as he hits Hotch’s speed dial number.
“Reid, do you have her?” Hotch answers.
“No, still driving. Listen, Hotch…our unsub, mid-thirties male with mother issues and problems performing sexually. Mom has the broad characteristics of the girls being killed, and probably has massive anxiety issues, especially with going out into public, right?”
“I know the profile, Reid,” Hotch bites, “how far out are-”
“Has anyone looked into Y/N’s boyfriend?” Reid asks.
Hotch furrows his brow deep as he opens his mouth, but remains speechless.
Taking the phone from Hotch’s hand, Rossi places Spencer on speakerphone as he cocks an eyebrow at Aaron.
“Reid?” he asks.
“Rossi, tell Garcia to run a full background check on a Robert Morris,” Spencer says.
“How’s that?” Rossi asks.
“Y/N’s boyfriend,” Reid lulls.
“But I thought-”
“I know what you guys thought,” Spencer bites before sighing heavily and hanging another broad right turn, “just do it.”
“Hotch, listen…if Y/N’s still a virgin, she wouldn’t know about his sexual performance issues. And since she’s a homebody anyway, she wouldn’t know-”
“-about his social anxiety,” Hotch breathes, his face paling as he reaches back for his suit jacket.
“Reid? Step on it,” Hotch breathes, scurrying out of the bullpen while Morgan places the call to Garcia.
“I’m coming with you,” David says, staying at Hotch’s side as Hotch slowly turns his head towards his friend.
“You can’t let me in that house. If something’s wrong-”
“I know,” Rossi nods, stepping into the elevator with his friend, “I’ll tackle you to the ground if I have to.”
Pulling up into your driveway, the front door swinging wide open alerts Spencer to danger.
His eyes began to water at the idea that he may have been right.
Pulling his weapon as he slowly approaches the your house, he clears his corners before stepping into the dark house, looking at all of the overturned, broken furniture.
And just before he went to call out your name, Spencer’s phone rang at his hip.
“Shit,” he murmurs, his hand flying to the device as he clicks it silent.
And then? He heard a groan.
“Y/N?” he calls out, slowly meandering through the open rooms as his eyes take in the scene.
As his eyes settle on a train of blood, he slowly makes his way up the stairs as he tries to calm the shaking in his hands.
“Y/N!?” he calls out a bit louder.
And this time you groaned a bit louder.
Walking slowly down the hallway, clearing the rooms as the blood trail gets thicker and thicker, he swallows hard just as he puts his hand on the cracked door, the hinges creaking and grinding as his eyes widen slowly.
There you sat. Bound to a chair. Your legs duct-taped wipe open as a bloody protrusion sits in between your legs, a piece of glass lodged into the top of your thigh as your head lobs forward, tears pouring down your bruised and battered face.
“Oh, my god,” Spencer murmurs, holstering his gun as he rushes towards you, his hands lightly cupping your cheek as he brings your head level to his, your left eye swollen and bruised while the other sits half-open, a gash ricocheting diagonally across your right eye as the imprint of a hand begins to blare itself around your neck.
“Sssshhhh sh sh sh sh,” Spencer says, a tear pouring down his cheek as he begins to work the duct tape off of one of your ankles.
“He’s coming,” Spencer reassures you, talking through his tears as he finally works your stabbed leg free, “I promise you he’s coming.”
But your eyes widened as Robert appeared in the door.
Crying out as Spencer turns around, he blocks the metal pipe coming down at him with his arm, his jaw gritting in pain as he stands up, grasping the pipe as he rams Robert into the wall.
“You get away from her!” Robert roars.
“Not on your life,” Spencer growls.
Backing him out into the hallway, Spencer brings his knee up into Robert’s stomach as the man doubles over, gasping for air as Spencer comes down with his elbow on the back of the man’s neck.
And that’s when he heard someone bounding up the steps.
Drawing his gun, he points it at the figure as Morgan comes around the corner, his hands thrusting high into the air as tears stream down Spencer’s raging face.
“Whoa whoa whoa, pretty boy. It’s alright. It’s just me,” Morgan coos, his eyes dropping to the body laying at Spencer’s feet.
“He alive?” Morgan asks.
“Unfortunately,” Spencer says, holstering his gun as he rushes back into the room.
“Is there an ambulance here?” Spencer roars behind him, listening to a tussle going on outside as he works your other leg free.
“Called for it on the way here, should be pulling up any second,” Morgan says as he cuffs the unconscious man on the floor.
Working your other leg free as you hang your head, your breathing become audible as the pain in your leg starts to ricochet up your side.
“I’m going t-”
The sobs caught in Spencer’s throat as his eyes travel to the protrusion in between your legs.
The idea made him absolutely sick.
Taking in a shaky breath, he hears Morgan finally shuffling the rousing man down the stairs, reading his rights as he presses the heels of his hands into his eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he whispers as he shifts around you, working the binds off of your hands as he tries to put off the inevitable.
Grasping an evidence bag from his pocket, you raise your head to look him in his eyes as tears begin to flow once again down your cheeks.
“It’s ok,” you whisper, nodding lightly to him as he swallows thickly.
Feeling his hand creep up your thigh, your body begins to tremble in fear as Spencer begins to talk to you lowly, reassuring you with sweet nothing that you are safe, and that he is gone, and that you will be taken care of.
Grasping the object as he slowly pulls it from between your legs, you whimper in pain as anger flows through him, his hands trembling as he sticks the small metal pipe into the evidence bag, sealing it before his tears can taint the evidence.
You began to sob in shame.
As Morgan approaches silently from behind, he takes the bag from Spencer, their eyes connecting heavily for a second as Morgan’s jaw clenches in anger.
“The ambulance is ready for her,” he glowers.
“Take this to someone. Anyone, except Hotch,” Spencer pleads.
“That won’t be a problem,” Morgan states as he rises to his feet, “Rossi has him handcuffed to the car door.”
Feeling Spencer hoist you into his arms, his clothes slowly absorbing your blood as you lay your head on his shoulder, your mouth groaning with every step he takes.
“It’s okay,” he trembles as the tears begin to drip down his neck, “I’ve got you now. You’re safe.”
Spencer cursed himself within his own mind, angry that he didn’t see the signs sooner than this.
“You couldn’t of,” you say, almost reading his thoughts as Spencer angles his head and looks down at you.
“You couldn’t of known. None of you could’ve,” you hoarsely whisper just before Spencer steps out of the house with you.
As the paramedics rush towards you, his arms lowering you to the rolling gurney as he lightly brushes the blood-soaked hair from your face, you hear your father yell for you in the background just before the heavy foot-falling of steps.
Rossi must have let him go.
“Y/N!” Hotch roars, his body scurrying to your side as he looks down at you, his own daughter…bloodied and bruised and broken.
“Oh, my god,” he whispers, his face crinkling as he begins to sob at your side.
“You can ride with us, Dad,” the paramedic says, rolling you to the vehicle as Spencer watches Hotch trot by your side, holding your ligature-marked arm as your eyes flutter heavily.
“Stay with us, sweet pea,” Hotch begs, tears dripping down his face as his eyes scour your entire body, stopping on the glass protruding from your leg.
“Just stay with us,” he whispers desperately.
And as Spencer watched the ambulance doors shut, he watches his boss peer out at him through the windows, a mixture of sadness and gratefulness washing over his features as the ambulance begins to pull away.
“Come on, kid,” Morgan says lowly through his own choked emotions, “you can ride with me to the hospital.”