i feel like it represents how i feel about math pretty well

It’s early in the morning and nobody will probably read this but I just had the greatest ‘humans are space orcs’ idea

Imagine if humans are the only species that experiences impatience.

Think about it. Most prey animals are extremely patient. Ever meet a deer or a rabbit in the woods and hold still to try and out-wait the thing? I can guarantee your brain starts sending bored bored bored messages very quickly, and your instincts start telling you to give up and find something else to do. Humans can do the patience thing- as evidenced by our endurance hunting methods- but our instincts tell us not to. Correct me if I’m wrong, but this feels like a predator development. I have the idea that if aliens are mostly prey-based, and we’re predator-based, then the aliens will be very patient and we just aren’t.

As an evolutionary development, being impatient can be brilliant. It means that we didn’t sit around and wait for the ice caps to warm up, we knew we didn’t have the technology to survive that level of cold, but we did it anyways. We were trying to send people into the sky and then into space before we had fully figured it all out, simply because we didn’t want to wait and think it out, we wanted SPACE and we wanted it NOW. And personally, I tend to be extremely productive and inventive when I’m feeling impatient. Mechanic is booked for a few days? I’ll figure out how to change my oil and tires and tint my car’s windows myself. Strawberry season is still 4 months away? I’ll get a heat lamp setup and grow them myself. Friends can’t visit and help move furniture for a week? I’ll build a trolley out of some toy cars, tape, a chessboard, and do all the lifting myself.

This impatience is what made us design faster cars, faster computers, faster internet, faster communication, methods of growing food faster, of processing food faster, we’re always looking for the quickest and most efficient thing simply because we are not patient. 

Impatience leads to a type of creativity and persistence that patience just doesn’t have.

Imagine aliens starting to realize this.

“You got to your moon before you had developed LED screens??? You didn’t even have computers that could do basic math?!”
“Well, what else were we gonna do, sit around and wait?”

“Your planes don’t have gravitational control? Don’t you experience discomfort from the acceleration and directional changes?”
“Sure. But we needed to get on the other side of the planet in a decent amount of time.”
“So… what you’re articulating is that you’d rather have physical distress than have to have a long journey?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Human____, our mechanical teams will be on site in several of your earth hours, so we won’t be going anywhere until then.”
“Screw that. Where’s the manual for this thing? I bet I can fix it.”
“But you don’t have any mechanical training.”
“I also don’t feel like sitting around on this rock for ages.”

“You’re back already? I thought your medical representative told you to not be walking on that limb for another of your weeks.”
“Ugh. I just can’t anymore. I’ve got to get up and move and do something, anything.”
“But doesn’t that hurt to walk on?”
“Absolutely.”
“…You would choose pain over waiting?”
“What can I say, I’m not a patient person.”

Like aliens just being baffled that humans would rather work hard or struggle with a problem or even experience pain and discomfort. They, as prey species, are used to just waiting it out. They don’t have the same impatience driving them to get up and go and to fight through things just because they can’t wait any longer.

Bonus: 
Human: Ain’t nobody got time for that!
Alien: Why don’t you have time? Is something scheduled soon?
Human: No, I just don’t feel like wasting time.
Alien: But… it’s not wasted. It’s time well spent. And you do technically have the time to spare for that. If there’s nothing scheduled, then you do ‘got time for that’.
Human: No. No, I don’t. It’s just… no.

Sketchbook (Peter Parker Imagine)

Summary: Peter finds the reader’s sketchbook open on her desk.

Because I’m a sucker for this trope.

Words: 2k

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“Y/N?” Peter called into your empty house, after having let himself in.

He wasn’t surprised when there was no reply. You had told him you might be a little late to your study night, as you had an errand to run for your aunt.

Nonetheless, you’d reminded him where the key was and assured him to let himself in and take whatever food he wanted from the fridge (“But don’t eat it all, Parker! I know you and your appetite, and I refuse to allow a repeat of last November!”)

He smiled, remembering your scolding, and grabbed a juice from the fridge before heading to your room to wait.

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Female Korean-American Teenager

Hi, I’m Caroline, and as the title states, I’m a female Korean-American teen currently living in a town that’s 80% white. The majority of East Asians living here are Japanese, and over the years, there have been a few sprinklings of new Korean or Chinese families moving in. For the most part, however, my family was the only Korean family in town when we first came here. This heavily impacted my childhood - made me ashamed of my culture and ethnicity - and of course, the racism that I constantly faced from classmates, parents, teachers, and sometimes even friends, was exhausting. 

It means so much to me to see Korean-American characters - or any person of color, really - be represented in today’s books, TV shows, movies, etc. For once, I’d like to see fully-fleshed out, complex characters who are people of color - not just the 2D stereotypes that too many forms of media put them out to be. So if a few more writers out there become less ignorant due to this post, I’ll be forever grateful. 

So. Let’s do this thing!

Beauty Standards 

Most East Asians represented in today’s media have extremely straight, practically black hair. And while it’s true that straight, black hair is the most common trait regarding hair amongst Koreans, there are (*gasp*) a few of us with curly hair, too. (Moi.) To the Koreans I knew, anyways, my hair was always an object of envy. I’d frequently be asked if I got the perm, and whenever I said I had naturally curly hair, there’d be a lot of “oh, how lucky"s going around. That made me feel pretty special, only it’d last for a short while before the reality of living in a mostly-white neighborhood kicked in, where my curly hair was usually made fun of. (Usually saying that Asians don’t have curly hair. Whatever. On the whole scale of racist comments I’ve been sent, the one about my hair is the least bothersome. When I was a kid, it bothered me a lot, though, and I think to some extent, it still bothers me at least a teeny bit - I actually started to straighten my hair when I went into eighth grade. Yup, give me the Hypocrite of the Year Award. I still need some adjustments.) 

Amongst Koreans, there’s also a lot of emphasis on having a small face, long and skinny legs, a fairly short torso…essentially, Koreans thrive for the typical European figure. Koreans, however, have pretty round faces, short and stalky legs, and long torsos for the most part. (With the exception of a few - and of course, the option for plastic surgery is always out there. I shit you not, almost every Korean woman I know have at least either (a) known someone who went through plastic surgery or (b) have been in plastic surgery myself. It’s a big deal in South Korea. My grandma had surgery done to her eyes twice, my mom’s friend had surgery done to her nose and her eyes, and my aunt’s brother is actually a plastic surgeon who does operations a number of times a day.) 

Clothing 

Growing up, I wore the typical American clothing - except for on special occasions, like my first birthday or New Year’s. On those days, I’d wear a hanbok, which is a traditional Korean gown with lots of colors and embroidery. The men would wear traditional clothing as well, and it’s customary for Koreans to wear these especially on New Year’s. Now, since my brothers and I have outgrown our hanboks, we just stick to American clothes on New Year’s. 

Daily Struggles 

Though I tell all my white friends and classmates that my first language is English, my first language was actually Korean. I don’t say that my first language is Korean anymore because firstly, I don’t want people to think of me as someone who only speaks Korean and secondly, I don’t know how to speak Korean anymore. It’s sad, really, because I can understand Korean much better than my siblings and my cousins, and there are moments when I can almost remember a phrase, but as of now, speaking the language is an extreme difficulty and embarrassment to me, especially when I’m surrounded by elders. (And usually, the only things I can say to them are ‘hello’ and ‘thank you’ and ‘goodbye’.) It’s frustrating to speak to older Koreans and know exactly what they’re saying but only being able to respond in English. 

That being said, growing up, I often had to translate - more specifically, re-translate - for my mother, who didn’t know English at all when I was a child. She used to feel incredibly lonely for it, and often times, she’d feel frustrated and cry about how all of the white mothers acted like she was an idiot for not knowing English. As an extreme social butterfly, this really hurt my mother, and it hurt her even more when her own children were starting to distance themselves because of the language barrier. I remember having to sit with my mother on the couch and help her learn English - and it was, to be honest, one of the saddest experiences I’ve ever had to go through. She’d grow frustrated with herself, and she’d hate every bit of it, I could tell, but she kept going because she wanted to be there for her kids. (She eventually got her American citizenship, too, but by doing so, she had to give up her Korean citizenship. Most East Asian countries don’t allow dual citizenships.) And though I don’t speak Korean anymore, I actually continue to re-translate things for my mother - in other words, I just have to simplify the English a little bit to get her to understand what someone else is saying. (This method works for anyone else who is struggling with English. Simplify the words, that’s all - but don’t treat the person with disrespect.) 

And, of course, there’s the very exhausting series of questions that come with being Korean. The most annoying and frustrating are (but not limited to) - 

  • “Oh, so are you South Korean or North Korean?” (Bruh. If I was North Korean, there’s a VERY slim chance I’d be in America right now. I’d still be stuck in North Korea, wouldn’t I?) 
  • “But what’s your nationality?” (American.) “No, I mean your REAL nationality.“ 
  • “What are you? Japanese? Chinese? Vietnamese?” (For some reason, NO ONE GUESSES KOREAN.) 
  • “Wow, your English is great!” (???) 
  • “English is your best subject? Wait, then what about math?” (…) 
  • “I bet you’re super smart!” (…I study hard, yeah, but that has nothing to do with the fact that I’m Korean.) 
  • “Oh, my God, Koreans are SO hot.” (Ew. Times a thousand.) 

Dating and Relationships 

My parents are pretty strict about my nonexistent love life. If my dad had it his way, I wouldn’t be allowed to date until I’m out of college. But for real talk, my mom’s actually the one who’s much pickier on who I date. She told me since I was a kid that it’d be best for me to date (and marry) another Korean-American. She means this out of the goodness of her heart - mostly that she wants me to marry someone who I can connect with culturally. (“Regular Koreans will be too grounded into Korea. You need someone with similar experiences.”) My dad just doesn’t want me to date anyone Japanese - and while I find this wrong, it’s mostly due to the bad blood between Korea and Japan. (World War II, the Korean War, comfort women, etc.) 

And because of this prejudice against Japanese people, my dad always found it difficult to accept that I had a few Japanese friends. He often wanted me to stray away from other Eastern-Asians in general, American or not. (Unless, of course, it was for dating/marrying.) This was because he didn’t want me to become a part of “THAT Asian group”, which, let me just say, is pretty sad, because when there’s a group of white kids hanging around, no one finds it strange. When there’s a big group of x friends of x race, it’s suddenly SUCH an odd sight. 

Food 

This is where I try to restrain myself for real. 

The most common foods you’ll find at a Korean dinner table are rice, kimchi (which is basically spicy pickled cabbage - lots of Koreans eat it, but I personally never did. And I still don’t. Oops), kim (pronounced keem - basically roasted and dried, slightly salted seaweed strips. Which are really good), along with a number of side-dishes and maybe one big, main dish. (Mostly meat.) 

Favorite Korean dishes include

  • seolleongtang, a lightly salted broth with oxtail meat, or sometimes some other kind of meat. There’s usually a sprinkling of scallions, and rice or noodles can be served inside. 
  • kalbi, the famous Korean BBQ. Just imagine meat being prepared directly in front of you served with veggies. Delicious, but be warned - your burps will stink - and I mean stink - afterwards. Its variant, kalbi jim, are slow-cooked short ribs served often with Korean-style steamed potatoes and carrots. Just as good. 
  • tangsuyuk, sweet and sour (mostly sweet, I think, anyways,) pork. The pork is covered with a batter that is fried and then typically dunked in sweet sauce. Some people like to have the sauce on the side so they can dip it in - and still save the crunch. It’s a personal preference. 
  • buchimgae, otherwise known as Kimchi Pancakes. Korean pancakes are not your typical breakfast pancakes. They’re made in a pan, like regular breakfast pancakes, but inside, there’s an assortment of seafood, veggies, and in this version, kimchi. (There are spicy and non-spicy versions). 
  • tteokbokki, spicy rice cakes. Very chewy and again, pretty spicy. 

Favorite Korean sweets/desserts/snacks include 

  • tteok, sweet rice cakes. There are many different kinds of rice cake, usually with flavors of classical red bean or green tea. The favorite of many children is the classical rainbow tteok, where the rice cakes are dyed with strips of green, pink, and yellow. The flavor of plain tteok is actually not too sweet, but it’s still a very classic, very traditional and cultural Korean dessert that cannot be skipped over. 
  • yakbap, a very special type of sweet rice cake all on its own. This is a favorite amongst many, and the rice is prepared in a way that it’s sticky and brown. Pine nuts, chestnuts, and jujubes as well as raisins are mixed in. 
  • patbingsu, a frozen dessert. Think of an evolved form of shave ice with toppings like red bean paste, nuts, and fruit. Extremely popular in South Korea, not to mention one of its most iconic desserts. 
  • saeoosnek, shrimp-flavored crackers. Again, a very popular snack that’s exactly what it sounds like. Crackers. With. Shrimp. Flavoring. 
  • choco pie, a popular chocolate-marshmallow cake that looks similar to America’s moon pie. Extremely popular amongst children. 

Holidays 

In my family, we never celebrated the direct Korean celebrations, but we always celebrated the Korean New Year the traditional way. Again, usually dressed in hanbok, children (and parents) would bow down to the oldest members of the family and pay their respects with a traditional phrase. They also have to perform a special bow three times while saying this phrase. (There are two different bows - one for men, one for women.) Once doing so, the elder usually gives a blessing to the family members and presents them with an envelope of money, very similar to the traditional Chinese red envelope they receive on their New Year’s celebration. 

Another traditional Korean celebration my family - and many other Korean families, I’m sure - celebrate is the 100 Days birthday. 

A brief history lesson - back when Korea was suffering due to the economy failing, it was a rare occurrence to ever see a child live past one hundred days. Once one hundred days had passed, then the family would rejoice and throw a large celebration, inviting friends, extended family members. There’d be lots of food and laughter and different rituals all dedicated to the child. Now, of course, Korea’s economic situation is not the same as it was back then, but we still hold these celebrations for tradition and cultural reasons. 

One of the most important rituals in the 100 Days birthday is sitting the baby down in front of a variety of items - usually a coin, a pen, a length of twine, a book, food, and sometimes other variants of those items. If the child picks up a coin, then it is to be predicted that this child will live a wealthy life. If the child picks up a pen or a book, then it is to be predicted that this child will grow to become a scholar. If the child picks up food, then it is to be predicted that this child will never go hungry. If the child picks up the length of twine (or sometimes string or a spool of thread), then it is to be predicted that this child will live a long life. Some families believe in this, others don’t, but either way, this ritual is performed because hey, tradition! (And besides, it makes for pretty cute pictures.) 

Home/Family Life 

Korean families and Korean home-life, I feel, will always have a different atmosphere from white families. Most Korean parents are very reserved when it comes to public displays of affection for their children, though like all families, this can vary. Independence and learning how to grow an outer shell is very important to the Korean lifestyle. This doesn’t mean that Korean parents don’t love their children - of course they do, and again, all Korean families work differently. However, this pattern and discipline is a common thing to find in most Korean families. 

There’s a certain emphasis on studying - and no, not all Korean parents are super strict about grades and threaten to beat their children if they get a B on a report card. (At least, my parents didn’t.) However, education is still considered a top priority. Studying is encouraged, and most Korean parents want to see their children secure a good job (ie doctor, lawyer, engineer, etc). Most of the time, Korean parents just want to see their children live a secured life. That’s it. At least, with my parents, everything they ever taught me or told me had something to do with me learning to survive when I become older. I used to resent this when I was a kid, but now that I’ve grown more mature, I actually find myself appreciating everything my parents have ever taught me. 

Another note - when a Korean woman marries, she is cut off from her birth family and is considered to only be a part of her husband’s family. This limits her visits to her own birth family - and though this was a common thing before, I believe many Korean families don’t operate the same way anymore. (Some traditions last longer than others.) 

Elders are respected. Period. Even if s/he’s getting on your nerves, you ALWAYS RESPECT THE ELDERS. 

Shoes are taken off before entering a house. No exceptions to this rule. If you wanna impress your Korean friend, take off your damn shoes. This will be appreciated. 

Things I’d like to see less of. 

  • people thinking that “all Koreans get hot when they’re older”. (FETISHIZATION IS A BIG NO-NO.)
  • Koreans being seen as submissive and docile creatures. (Note how I said creatures and not humans. Because that’s how some people treat Koreans and other East Asians. Like we’re creatures, rather than actual human beings.) 
  • Koreans being seen as kickass ninjas. (It’s either docile creatures or kickass ninjas. There’s never a line between the two, and it’s exhausting.) 
  • “Koreans are so romantic!” (Sorry, that’s the K-drama binge talking. If anything, Koreans are pretty reserved when it comes to PDA and again, affection in general. Of course, I can’t speak for all Koreans, but at least with my family, PDA was always kept to a minimum. Usually a quick peck on the lips, kisses on the cheek, hand-holding, etc. Never an actual full kiss in public. Forget about make-out sessions.) 
  • Stone-cold Koreans. (Again, there’s either the romantic Korean or the Terminator Korean. Never an in-between. Yes, keep in mind that due to cultural reasons, Koreans don’t typically display affection. THAT DOES NOT MEAN THAT WE DON’T DISPLAY EMOTIONS.) 
  • Straight-A Koreans. Typically good at math and science. (While yes, many East Asian countries and families put emphasis on these subjects, not all Koreans happen to be extreme nerds who cry at a B on a report card. Example A - I happen to stink at math. And I know many other Asian-Americans who also stink at math. So.) 
  • Assuming Korean parents are abusive. (While there are many abusive Korean parents out there, people need to stop assuming that right off the bat. Stop. It’s extremely disrespectful, not to mention just wrong?!) 

Things i’d like to see more of. 

  • complex, well-rounded Korean characters. (Give me a Korean character who hates math but still tries to do well in class. Give me a Korean character who’s bisexual and surrounded by loving family members. Give me a Korean character who likes roller-skating and getting high in the bathroom stalls and sings Jackson 5 all day. Give me a Korean character who goes out to be homecoming queen and buffs her nails while fighting demons. Give me a Korean character who cries, laughs, talks, breathes, LIVES like an actual human being, and you’ll get the respect of hundreds - maybe thousands - of readers and viewers who’ve been waiting for so long to be properly represented.) 

This is really complicated to talk around but like…

A really common way of coding someone autistic (without going through the bother of providing any real representation via research and canonical confirmation of neurotype) is by making them “smart but socially awkward”.

You probably know the type. It’s ridiculously common. I’d probably be more hard pressed to name a tv show that doesn’t have it, off the top of my head, than one that does. They’re almost always white, they’re usually men.

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[Korrasami] Theory of Operation

Original Prompt: “Korra getting lessons in engineering so that she understands Asami’s work, and hopefully impress her.”

Notes: For @the-fragile-knight​. I can’t figure out how the reply option works on Tumblr, so here you goooo. Shoutout to @anonymousclone for the abstract algebra bits.

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Having a genius as the love of your life is pretty great, most of the time. But sometimes Korra wished she could understand what Asami was saying.

“I really think hydropower is the most reliable and cost-efficient energy source available to us right now,” Asami said, as she rolled open her blueprints. “I mean, employing firebenders to power electrical engines is great, but—if you have an automated device that combines the rapid response load-following and balancing capabilities of hydroelectricity generation, as well as its peaking capacity and power quality, plus the accessibility of combustion energy, hydropower can surpass coal power plants in no time.” Asami beamed at Korra. “An invention like that would be a game-changer.”

“Uh-huh,” Korra replied.

Asami blushed. “Sorry, this is boring, isn’t it?”

“No, no, it’s not. Uh, I really like the part about—planting. Powerful planting. That sounds really interesting.”

Korra knew she had said the wrong thing when Asami smiled kindly instead of lighting up in excitement.

“Why don’t we go over what the the president wanted for the Republic City Aquatic Center?” Asami asked.

“Yeah,” Korra said, secretly grateful, because it involved repositioning spirit vines—something Korra understood—instead of this newfangled thing known as engineering

“Why don’t you just try to—I dunno, learn it?” Bolin asked her, when they were getting drinks at Swamp Munches the next day. “Like, pick up a book from the Central Library—”

Korra shot him an irritated look. “I did. But they had all these—letters. Mixed in with weird symbols. And I couldn’t read any of it, even though the librarian swore the book wasn’t written in a foreign language.”

“What about metal benders?”

Korra threw her hands up. “I mean. I asked Chief Beifong if she knew what Asami meant by ‘hydrodynamic stability,’ and she looked at me like I was possessed.”

Which was a legitimate concern, given Korra’s line of work.

“I don’t think metal benders know anything more about this ‘engineering’ than we do,” Korra concluded.

“Huh.” Bolin tapped his chin. “Well then. There’s only one way out of this, isn’t it?”

“What?”

“Consult the only other guy we know who understands this—” he made jazz hands, “—engineering.”

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For Writers Who Write Growth or Size Changes/Shifters Who Like Math

I’m about to introduce you to the most important mathematical formula, EVER. It’s called The Square-cube Law, and you can find more information about it HERE.

Let me try and break it down for you, though. The law basically states that when comparing the same object at two different scales, the change in Volume and Surface Area is not a simple multiplication. The Surface Area or Volume of the object at it’s second size can be represented with the following equation:

with the following definitions:

The reason I say Volume (Weight) is because when we describe the volume of a person, we generally use weight, and not direct mass, since that’s a little more arbitrary and dependent on body type. One thing I forgot to mention as well is that length and “height” are interchangeable when you’re talking about a person. Since we’re 3-Dimensional, and length is merely one dimension, the equation must be true when factoring in the other two definitions (height, depth) as well.

Now this might be a little confusing, so let me give an example. My irl height is 6′4″. That’s 76 inches. So our L1 = 76.

Let’s say I wanted to grow to 1500 feet! To find that in inches, we multiply by 12 (as there are 12 inches in every foot). 1500 x 12 = 18,000. So our L2 = 18,000.

I also know that I weight 175 pounds. That’s going to be our V1. So V1 = 175.

Now, if we want to find out how much I would weigh at 1500 feet tall, we simply solve the equation, plugging in all the numbers like so:

So, 9,816,208.5 pounds. Using google to change that to tons (because I’m lazy), it comes out to 4,908.15 tons. For perspective, an Airbus, the biggest commercial airplane, weighs 1,265,000 pounds on it’s own, or roughly 632.5 tons. 

Which means that at 1500 feet in height, I would weigh almost as much as 8 airbuses!

So why is this equation so important? Because height in g/t is a big deal, but many people don’t take weight into consideration. Yes, 1500 feet tall is pretty big, but it’s also EXTREMELY heavy. That much weight would effect the area around this being SIGNIFICANTLY. Roads were for sure be unable to handle that weight, and that much force coming down with each foot step is going to cause some serious shaking. Like, earthquake levels of shaking.

So when you’re writing, or even drawing, keep in mind how heavy your giants are.

This applies to tinies, too! Let’s say, using the same calculations, I wanted to go down to 5 inches (waaaaaay too small for me, but just for example). 

This is, of course, TINY. This person would weigh less than a lot of fruits! So naturally, they would feel very light if they were being picked up, and likely wouldn’t affect the things they step on much. They’d probably be very quiet as they moved as well.

So yes, a lot of this is somewhat complicated mathematics, but it all comes down to how much realism you’re looking to portray. You never have to give out exact weights, of course, if you don’t want to. But having that information available for you as you write/draw will give you a great sense of what you’re working with at any given size. :)

Hope some of you find this useful! Happy creating! :3

IMPORTANT!

I made some serious errors here. The fixed version can be found HERE!

Bad Medicine: Infectious Teachers || Prologue - English Translation~.

(ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧Well well~ I’ve been thinking about doing this for a loong time, so WHY NOT here it is. I liked the game and i didn’t find any translation, so… If this kind of thing goes well, i’ll be translating the routes as well (if i survive, lol) Have mercy

I will say this just once. Before we start:

  • Neither Japanese nor English are my native languages, so I apologize in advance for the mistakes you may find ;__;
  • I’ll let the name as default: “Kawana Hina”.
  • The game doesn’t belongs to me, just the translations.
  • Do not repost them and claim as yours. Ask me first.

Nothing more to say, enjoy~!


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Hina: This is Saint Christopher’s Academy… …!

From now on, I’ll be attending at this amazing school every day… …

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All of the headcanons for the nerds- er, I mean, SoMa~

☾ - sleep headcanon

Soul and Maka have slept together pretty much since the first night after they admitted their feelings for each other, not in a sexual way (well… maybe a little bit in a sexual way) but just… Soul really really likes snuggles, okay? So sue him, he likes being close to her. And after they’ve done the whole love confession thing, they’re both so giddy and happy and full of feelings that going to separate bedrooms for the night feels stupid and wrong so they just end up sleeping together.

★ - sad headcanon

Maka had an unplanned pregnancy when they were in their mid-20s. Even though it was unplanned and they hadn’t wanted to have kids until they were older, once it had happened they were actually pretty excited about being parents. However, just after the start of the second trimester she suffered a miscarriage.

☆ - happy headcanon

Maka found out Soul’s birthday (despite his attempts to conceal that piece of information) due to her inside track at Shibusen, and tried to make him a cake on the first birthday he had after they became partners, except it was awful. But she kept practicing in secret, and the next year, she made him a really really great birthday cake and Soul just did not know what to do with that because why did she care so much, it was just his stupid birthday… (but also he couldn’t help but get a stupid little smile on his face about it).

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

As Maka grows up out of her angry hormonal teen phase, she stops Maka-chopping almost everybody (except Black*Star because… well… Black*Star). But on the rare occasions when she and Soul fight about something serious (as opposed to their usual harmless bickering), it’s still her go-to reaction when she gets so furious she forgets how to use her words.

✿ - Sex headcanon

Maka is super into light bondage, there’s absolutely nothing she loves more than to tie Soul up to the headboard and then tease him until he’s begging.

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Despite many subtle reminders that she does, in fact, have her own house, Blair continues to live with Soul and Maka for almost forty years. Once they have their daughter, she acts as a live-in babysitter, which initially scares the crap out of both of them, but it turns out that Blair is actually excellent with children.

♡ - romantic headcanon

Soul is a humongous fucking sap. I’m pretty sure this is just accepted as a given by the majority of the fandom at this point. He tries to play it cool (ha!) but mostly he’s just a huge softie. And he’s not really a Big Romantic Gesture kind of guy, but sometimes he just gets so fucking overwhelmed by Maka, because this absolutely incredible person is in his life, and she loves him, and that’s insane, how did that even happen?  And whenever he gets caught up in one of those wow-Maka-you’re-so-great moods, he tends to end up accidentally blurting out all of his feels and Maka thinks it’s adorable when he gets all sappy and babble-y.

♥ - family headcanon

Okay, this is a super super dumb one, but I have this headcanon that Soul’s mother is like third cousins twice removed with David Bowie and it’s this horrible shame for her because oh my god Dave can you please not with the spaceman crap it’s so embarrassing to be related to you, and Soul never actually knew what the big deal was with “uncle” David except that he saw him sometimes at family stuff and he was much cooler than most of the rest of the family  and he wasn’t supposed to talk about him if he could help it. So, of course, being the sheltered little rich kid who wasn’t really exposed to stuff outside his parents’ snobby ideas of what was acceptable for their son, he never had any idea who he was related to.

And then… LIZ FINDS OUT. And all hell breaks loose.

☮ - friendship headcanon

Before they finally managed to get their respective meisters/dream girls, Soul and Jackie bonded a lot over their mutual pathetic pining. They’d been decent friends before, but they grew a lot closer during that time period.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Maka has a bonsai collection that her mother gave her, and she takes caring for them very very seriously.

Soul has a rock collection. Not rock as in rock-n-roll, but an honest-to-god, amateur geologist, rock collection. When Maka finds out, he threatens to murder her in her sleep if she ever tells anyone he has such an uncool hobby.

(Maka offers to let him put some of his prettier samples in her bonsai pots so they can be on display without anyone knowing they’re his.)

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

Soul loves math. It’s concrete, it’s consistent, he can learn the rules and get the same results every time, and when they get into their later years at school and start studying Calculus, he gets so into it because the exact moment when you’re about halfway through a long problem and suddenly the penny drops and even though you’ve got a good twenty steps left to go you know how it’s going to come together is really beautiful and fun for him. Maka isn’t exactly bad at math herself, but she thinks he’s nuts.

▼ - childhood headcanon

Soul and Maka met once before they became partners, though neither of them remembers it. Spirit was representing Lord Death at some big fancy event in D.C. (as in District of Columbia, not Death City), and Soul’s mother was there representing some charity she’s on the board of directors for, and they both brought their kids along, and that’s how three year old Maka and four year old Soul spent like four hours playing tag and tripping up waiters. (Soul declared afterwards that Maka was his best friend, which Wes thought was really sad because he’d only known her for one evening and the odds of them ever seeing each other again was tragically slim, and his little brother never connected to new people that easily.)

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

Okay, not really an “old age” headcanon, but Soul’s eyes are really sensitive to light because… well… albinism, lack of pigment, tissue more easily damaged because no pigment, you do the math.  That, combined with the fact that they live in the fucking desert, means that his eyesight degenerates faster than most peoples’, so he ends up needing reading glasses by his early twenties, and has to wear glasses full time by the time he’s in his forties.

(Maka finds it adorable.)

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Maka was a decent cook by the time she and Soul moved in together, because she pretty much learned to cook in self-defense. Her mother wasn’t much of a homemaker, and Spirit… well, the less said about Spirit’s cooking, the better. She couldn’t bake for shit, but

☼ - appearance headcanon

Soul is extremely particular about his appearance (no surprises there), and he spends absurd amounts of time getting his hair to look just exactly the right flavor of “just had a quickie in the coat closet suckas”

ൠ - random headcanon

Maka’s grandparents on her mother’s side come to Death City shortly after the battle on the moon. They immediately see where the wind is blowing with Soul and Maka and basically enthusiastically adopt Soul as a grandson-to-be, which freaks them both out enormously.

Probably Gre/aysexual PoC?

eclecticcreative submitted:

Most of my life has been focused on the visible stuff. Oh, you’re Asian adopted to white parents. (That’s the real definition of transracial, BTW). Oh you’re Jewish (But you’re adopted/Asian….). Oh you’re a woman. Oh, you have a black cousin–I don’t believe you. But your aunt is white— are you *shock* biracial (with a face that says, That’s so wrong)

You were poor?

Why can’t you speak English well? Do you speak English well? You speak English well, but I’m not going to believe you. I’m going to compliment you on your English.

Why are you Asian and horrible at math with a learning disability?

Being this intersectional I didn’t have time to pay attention to the fact that my sexual attraction and romantic attraction was so-called “not normal”. People were on my case for everything else. I was liminal on a bunch of other things, why did I exactly have to pay attention to this too?

I’ve felt physical attraction before. There was a guy in high school I felt physical attraction to. 2 more with no desire to date them. But intense physical attraction wasn’t, OMG, I want a relationship and to sleep with them. And for that time period I thought that was normal and everyone else was kinda strange.

So I came up with the idea of what if I could cut out all attraction to anyone. And I really didn’t think that was a thing. I thought I invented it. I wrote it into a story, tried to trouble shoot it, and then found out it *is* a thing–before asexuality.org opened up.

OK, so it is a thing, but all the asexual people I met were aro ace or sex repulsed ace. (Still trying to write the Phoenix story with a clear PoC female aro ace as a lead. Because Phoenixes are naturally aro ace according to myth, and I couldn’t make the rider *not* aro ace. PoC, ‘cause well, Feng Huang, and other versions of it from East Asia got thrown in and I need to represent the people as much as the mythology.)  I wasn’t that so I didn’t think I was asexual. Besides, when you have people calling you from their cars sexist and racist things, why should I care about it? People are being prejudiced about everything else, so I can afford to ignore it.

Still, I saw people who went to bed on their first dates in movies and I thought, “Well, that’s not real” and one night stands… neither I understand.

It wasn’t until I took a demisexuality test for fun, thinking I would get allosexual, that I scored an impressive 80-something… and people below that score were identifying as demisexual, that I realized something was different. I took it again two more times at different times with the most conservative answers and still got in the 80’s. Took another test and still got a high rating. Did more reading, and it was more instead of a clicking moment, a “!@#$ another interesectionality–I don’t !@#$ing need this.” Let’s be clear that’s not denial, that’s more of this is a pain in the butt because of the other intersectionalities I’m already getting prejudice for.

Still, I think I fit more into the gre/ay area. And I still don’t give a damn, which might be a part of my sexual attraction/romantic identity anyway. I have more pressing things to worry about and most people aren’t going to say acephobic things to me, when they can chase after me for my religion, my mental health status, my race, my ethnicity, my womanhood, how much I do speak or don’t speak English, my learning disability, or say rude things about poor people–which gets to me since I have been poor. They could victim blame me in a number of ways, which I don’t feel like detailing that there is a set script for. And they could say while I’m listing the intersectionalities that I often forget the entire list for that I’m making it up. I mean even *I* think I look like one of those diversity characters you plug into a novel to *badge* prove you aren’t prejudiced in any way. I couldn’t even dare to plug all my intersectionalities into one character because I’d be staring at that character and not believing them and I’d accuse that character of the giant pathetic sob story, which I frankly hate, which is why I don’t usually air all of the intersectionalities at once. But somehow I exist. They have a plethora of crap to chase after me for most of which they know how to apply, versus asexual which is barely known yet, and so of the order of things on my list because of it and because romance and sex aren’t high on my list anyway, I pretty much leave the whole ace identity behind. I can take or leave romance, and I can take or leave sex. And I have restrictions on both that probably leave most men (since I’m heteroromantic.) cold. I need mental and emotional attraction in order to feel anything romantic or sexual, and it might take a while to get there too.

And even if I do get there, I still want to take it slower than the “normal rate” Something like the rate of a Victorian Romance Novel, which was pretty extreme fiction, even for the Victorians.

I think I can sum up my ace-ness this way: I hate dopamine addiction, but love me the oxytocin and serotonin, but to get there, I need certain mental and emotional connections met.

BTW, I still can’t write allosexual people. I DON’T UNDERSTAND. I’ve been working on it since I was a teenager and I still can’t do it. All those stories fizzled. The only way I can remotely do it is if the allosexual people are already married and in love, which, frankly, is cheating. I think I’m stuck writing ace people or ace-ish relationships for life. If I get published in addition to what I’ve already published (Which frankly was cheating on the allosexual), I don’t think I’ll be writing allosexual people. Sorry. I can’t do it. I tried. I failed repeatedly. Will they identify as ace? I have no idea. Maybe I’ll figure out allosexual people some day and then write it in.

Community, per se

… just… drifting… along…

… is a pleasant-enough feeling for a while, especially when you’re dealing with the big issues. It’s safe to say that the end of my relationship with HitFix is going to end up being a defining moment for me, no matter what happens next. I have been pushed out of the proverbial nest and have no idea what exists below. It is as strange and aimless a feeling as I’ve had in almost 20 years. When I think of the milestones in my life, they are typically moments of great upheaval, and this feels like one of those moments.

But one can only drift for so long before you start to feel unmoored. I may have made the choice to spend a few weeks holed up and radio silent to make myself feel better, but I did so knowing full well that it was just a temporary thing. I’m going to try to start posting some more regular things here as a way of warming back up. Over the weekend, I started to write a piece about Shin Godzilla, and I realized it was turning into a Film Nerd 2.0 piece just by default. That was a pleasant-enough feeling, and I was just rounding the homestretch when the Devin Faraci news broke, and I quickly stepped back to watch what was happening and to try to make sense of it.

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Eleven years, seven months, three days

Friday, 25 July 2003

Video games are released on Fridays in the UK.  Wonder if that’s the same elsewhere?  How universal is the experience of having to spend a whole day in school, desperate to play your new game?

When Perfect Dark was released for the N64, I took it into school with me.  Just couldn’t bear to be parted from it.  My friends and I spent our break times staring in awe at it.

But 25 July 2003 was different.  I didn’t have school that day - because it was the day of our county Eisteddfod.

The regional Eisteddfod had been.  That’s the one where everyone has a crack a it.  Goes on forever, whittling down the competitors in the various disciplines, picking winners to represent the region in the county Eisteddfod.

The county Eisteddfod is a far tighter affair, pitting the winners of two different regionals against each other.  This one or that one. This singer or that singer.This harpist or that harpist.

I was here for recitation.  A word I’ve never liked as an English equivalent to the Welsh llefaru, because “recitation” feels stiff and formal and ugly.  Llefaru, on the other hand, is open and passionate and beautiful.

I was pretty good at it.  Had my first lessons when I was three - reciting simple poems about toy lorries - and by this point, aged eighteen, I’d made it into the National Eisteddfod a number of times.

I was relatively unusual in one regard - most of the country’s best reciters were female.  That’s still true to this day.

This would be my last attempt at winning the competition.  I’d worked harder than ever before.  I knew that boys had to work harder than girls in this one, incredibly unusual circumstance.  I knew I’d be up against stiff competition even at regional level.  At county level, I’d be up against the girl who always won the other regional, and she was amazing.

But I also knew I was really really good at reciting this year’s piece.  I’d caused a great stir at regionals.  My coach and family were united in thinking it was the best performance I’d ever prepared.  But this piece was unusually difficult - it was narrated in the first person by a female protagonist.

I performed brilliantly.  I still lost.  I was robbed.  Everyone in uproar.

But I didn’t mind.  Because I’d made my own choice between this one or that one before arriving.  Between Pokémon Ruby and Pokémon Sapphire.  I’d chosen the latter, and while friends, family and teachers were fighting the judges on my behalf, I continued to explore Hoenn.

September 2003

By the time I arrived at univeristy, I’d completed the main game, but I realised I had an opportunity I’d never had before.  If I worked hard, I might be able to Catch ‘Em All.

I never completed the Pokédex in my Blue version - because that would’ve meant going to an event to collect Mew.  With no other way of getting Mew (I’ve always been firmly against cheating for Pokédex entries), it was always going to be incomplete.  And this lack of completion would be inherited by my Gold and Crystal versions - no Mew to transfer over, and neither did I get hold of a Celebi in either.  Double the event Pokémon!

But Ruby and Sapphire marked a change in approach.  Pokémon from older games couldn’t be traded over.  So I was no more or less Mewless than any other player.  We were on an even playing field.  Presumably there would be new Mew and Celebi events (as well as events to get the new Hoenn event ‘mon, Jirachi and Deoxys).

In fact, of the 386 Pokémon which then existed, only 200 were available in Ruby and Sapphire combined.  My brother had a copy of Ruby, so with his help, I was able to reach 200 over the months that followed.

I was so exited to reach that number.  All 200 available Pokémon!  For the time being, the Pokédex was as complete as possible.

Friday, 2 April 2004

And then came the opportunity to reach 201.

Pokémon Channel was an exceptionally strange GameCube game where you would watch an in-game television with an in-game Pikachu.  If you watched enough television, more channels would be unlocked.  You could also walk around outside and meet more Pokémon.

To discourage younger players from spending too long playing the game, they deliberately made it incredibly boring.  As an added measure, only a certain number of channels could be unlocked each day.

On the day of release, I bought the game, and holed myself in my hall of residence room to play through.  Whenever I reached my allotted number of channels for the day, I’d change the clock of the GameCube, and continue playing.  This did not have the greatest effect on my mental health.  I’ve learned since that I should never spend a great amount of time alone.

But after completing the game, you could get a Jirachi.

Looking back, I was clearly suffering from loneliness in my first year of uni.  It didn’t feel like it at the time - I had loads of friends.  But nearly all of them were casual mates.  People I’d go drinking with, or watch a DVD with - but not people I’d have Big Serious Chats with.

Friday, 14 May 2004

I did eventually realise that my current group of friends were a comfort blanket.  I hadn’t made very many new friends at uni thus far.  The people I knew had either come from the same comprehensive school as me, or they were friends of those people.  I had a couple of mates from my maths course, and that was it.

So when the others decided to get a house together in town, I decided I’d stay in halls, forcing myself to make new friends from scratch.

Given that I’d be staying in halls, I decided to try and get a position on the hall committee.  This involved getting students in the hall to vote for you.  On this day, we had to make our case to the assembled students.  I had to convince them I’d make a good treasurer.

The hour in which those hustings happened (from 5pm ‘til 6pm) was one of only two hours I spent outside my room that day.  The other hour (8.30am ‘til 9.30am) was spent popping into town to buy a copy of Pokémon Colosseum.

This game included 44 Pokémon which weren’t available in Ruby/Sapphire.  Added to Jirachi, that would bring my Pokédex to 245.  Seven of them could evolve further (252).

Now, some of these could also be bred for further Pokémon.  In theory, this would mean a further 21 Pokémon.  However, in practice, you could only breed from females - with Ditto unavailable, there was no way to get a baby form from a male Pokémon unless you had a female of the same species.  Hitmontop can’t be female, and the in-game Espeon and Umbreon were always male - so no Tyrogue or Eevee for me.  Still, this meant an extra 19 Pokémon (271).

Saturday, 25 September 2004

Everything went according to plan.  As treasurer of the hall, part of my job included handing out room keys to every new arrival.  This meant I got to meet everyone as they arrived.

Technically, at least.  In practice, the lecherous secretary sprang into action whenever a girl walked in, so I only got to meet the boys.

Two exceptions: One was a girl named Meinir, whom I already vaguely knew (her parents and mine were friends).  The secretary was clearly furious that I’d robbed him of the chance to speak to a real human girl.

The other exception was named Hannah, and she was learning Welsh as a second language.  I didn’t realise this, though, because her accent didn’t sound Welsh at all to me, and she spoke in English when asking for her key.  The secretary lost all interest in this non-Welsh-speaker, and I helped her instead.  She laughed at my rubbish jokes - I liked her.  I decided to make a point of saying hello if I happened to see her around the hall.

Friday, 1 October 2004

Pokémon FireRed and Pokémon LeafGreen were released.  I bought a copy of each, since nobody else I knew in university played these games, and I was determined to Catch ‘Em All.  These games included all the remaining Kanto Pokémon (apart from Mew), and all the remaining Johto Pokémon (apart from Lugia and Celebi) that I needed.  This could bring me up to 382 Pokémon - leaving only four Pokémon in total!

As it was, I only got as far as 378 with these games, as I couldn’t catch Chansey, Tauros or Scyther in the Safari Zone (and the latter meant I couldn’t get a Scizor either).  But this didn’t matter.  By the time I hit 378, a sequel to Colosseum had been announced, which would include Lugia … but also the three Safari Zone Pokémon I needed.  Lovely.

Thursday, 21 October 2004

Every third Thursday of the month was the student union’s Welsh language night at Aberystwyth.  I’d go along sometimes, but occasionally - like tonight - I’d go and see the Christians instead.

A long-standing tradition was that the Welsh-language Christian union would prepare a huge amount of toast and tea in the hall to greet those who’d been clubbing in the union.  Over a hundred students would sit in the dining hall, chatting, eating and drinking, and maybe giving the Christian pamphlets on the tables a polite read.

My own brief exploration into any remaining faith in God the previous year meant I knew these people really well, and if I wasn’t at the club, I’d pop in early to beat the crowds for delicious toast.

While I was eating, Hannah came through the hall.  This was the first time I’d seen her since her first day in the hall - but I wasn’t true to my private promise, and didn’t say hello.  Too shy.

But - I still didn’t realise she could speak any Welsh at all, and suspected she may not have come across the toast and tea tradition.  I considered for a moment what she’d just seen.  The Christian Union preparing a phenomenal amount of food and drink for a man with long hair and a beard.  I wondered whether that looked a bit strange.

Ten minutes later, Hannah came back in the other direction.  I didn’t say hello.  And then, I thought - I PROMISED MYSELF I’D SAY HELLO.

I ran from the hall.

I caught up to her.

I said, “Hello.”

“Hello!” said Hannah expectantly.

Oh, I thought.  What now?  Um.

“They’re Christians,” I said.  “They make toast and tea every third Thursday.”

“That’s a good idea,” she said.  I’d imagine.  Can’t really remember.  That’s the sort of thing she’s likely to have said, isn’t it?

“Would you like to try some?” I asked.

“Okay,” said Hannah.  NO, SHE ACTUALLY DID.  I asked a passer-by whether she fancied eating toast and tea made by Christians, seemingly just for the two of us, in a dining hall built to accommodate hundreds, and she said, “Okay.”

And we had the loveliest time.  We talked about silly nonsense and made excellent jokes at each other and ate toast.  Neither of us drank tea.  We were both above that sort of thing.

And then we went our separate ways.  I’d see her sometimes, and say “hi”.  And in the end, I stopped even doing that much.  It wasn’t like we were friends.  We’d had one lovely, silly meeting.  And I had work to do.  I had more Pokémon to catch.

Saturday, 13 November 2004

Every year, the Welsh-speaking universities would arrange a big night out with live bands, cycling through the various locations of these universities.  This year, it came to Aberystwyth.

I had a whale of a time.  Met some celebs, drank a lot, danced a bit, came home.

Gethin, a guy who lived near me saw me come back.

“We’re watching Star Wars!” he said.  “As a drinking game!  Want to join us?”

We weren’t particularly good friends or anything, but that sounded like exactly what I wanted to do.  Which is an extraordinary coincidence, because by “we”, Gethin meant himself and his friend - and it was Hannah!  A New Hope.

Hannah got very drunk indeed.  This guy had been drinking vermouth, and she’d been drinking an equivalent amount of vodka, so the night ended with a significant amount of making-sure-she-was-okay.  She was very unwell.

But the next day, the three of us - Gethin, Hannah and I - went for a hungover lunch together.  I had a lovely time.  Turned out Hannah and I had loads in common.  We talked about Harry Potter and Terry Pratchett and comics and telly.

Monday, 29 November 2004

Hannah and I saw a lot of each other in the two weeks after Star Wars.  She liked going on walks, which I was happy to indulge, because she was happy to indulge my love of chat.  I introduced her to some video games - she hadn’t played console games before, so I gave her Zelda as a starting point.

On 29 November, we went for a night out, and on the way back, I asked her out.  She accepted.  And I was over the moon.

Shortly afterwards, she picked up my copy of FireRed - the spare game I’d bought for Pokédex purposes - so I let her have a go at it.  By the end, she became so good at it that she caught me the three Pokémon I needed from the Safari Zone.  I hit 382 Pokémon without needing the sequel to Colosseum.

(Hannah didn’t like her first name.  Instead, she preferred to go by her middle name - Elanor.)

Sunday, 6 November 2005

A year later, Vue cinemas organised a bunch of Pokémon events across the UK.  There’d be lots of activities, but I was mainly interested in the fact that Deoxys would be available - one of only four Pokémon I needed to complete my Sapphire Pokédex.

One such event was in Cribbs Causeway.  I headed down, and brought some friends with me, thinking we’d dash in for the Pokémon, and go to the pub afterwards.

Problem was, the website had said that this was a “Bristol event”.  I didn’t realise that Cribbs Causeway is a long way away from Bristol.  I just caught the train into Bristol city centre, and spent many hours trying to hunt down the Vue cinema.  By the time I found the right place, there was no time left for a fun day out.  But I had my Deoxys.  383.  Three to go.

Friday, 18 November 2005

Gale of Darkness released - the sequel to Colosseum.  This allowed me to get Lugia.  384.  Two to go.

August 2007

Both Elanor and I had left university by now, but I popped over to her home in Newport that we may go to Toys R Us together.  Pokémon Diamond and Pearl had been released the previous month, and I’d worried that this would mean an end to events for Ruby and Sapphire (there was no way of transferring Pokémon from the new games back to Sapphire).

But my mind was put at ease when Toys R Us announced a Mew giveaway.  This event was also in Cribbs Causeway, so we adventured our way by car.  I did a bad job preparing once again, but this time I had Elanor on my side.  We found a bus that said “Cribbs Causeway”, and followed it.

385.  One to go.

And …

Here’s the problem.

Only Celebi remained.  The only Pokémon I didn’t have.  But Japan had already been given Celebi - on a bonus disc that came with their version of Colosseum.  So as far as Gamefreak were concerned, there was no need for a further Celebi event.  There would never be a Celebi event for Pokémon Sapphire in the UK.

Tueday, 28 April 2015

But eight years later … this is what I’ve learned:

If you had a GameCube, a Freeloader disc (a third-party product which allows GameCubes to bypass region-locking), and the necessary cables … then you could potentially get a Celebi by getting hold of the Japanese bonus disc.  It’d set you back about £50, but it’s an option.

Except that to access it, you’d need a copy of the Japanese Pokémon Colosseum.  And you’d need to have completed the game, and purified all the Shadow Pokémon.  AND you’d need a completed copy of Ruby or Sapphire, to trade Celebi onto.

But if you managed to get hold of those games, and if you managed to play through the games in a language you didn’t speak, then you’d have a Celebi on that Japanese game, which you could trade onto a UK version of Pokémon Sapphire.

But I didn’t work that out.  I didn’t buy those things.  I didn’t play through those games.  I didn’t do any of that.

But because it was my 30th birthday seven days ago, Elanor did do all that.

Today, I have finally completed my Pokémon Sapphire Pokédex.  386 of 386.

I can think of no more appropriate way of completing this quest, which started  eleven years, seven months, and three days ago, than by trading with my wife.

Jeremy Lambert Slams Former Co-Star Root: “She is the Embodiment of the ‘Fake Geek Girl’”

Root/Shaw Celeb AU // Chapter 4: you know what they say about payback?


Looks like not everyone thinks Comic-Con darling Root deserves the title of Reigning Queen of the Geeks. Jeremy Lambert, who was Root’s co-star on her show Illyria for the first two seasons of the series, says Root should just stick to acting.

Or more specifically, in his words, she should stick to “being eye-candy” and should not “hurt her pretty little head by thinking too much.”

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