i just liked the idea of it

You ever have those moments where you just look at an object and your brain supplies a random question or probably-disconcerting “idea”?

Well while walking by the desk this morning I saw this bottle of Purell hand sanitizer and – mind you, I’d had two small cups of coffee by this point – the following exchange took place.

Me: “….do you think Purell is flammable?”

Mom: “Well, it’s made with alcohol so…”

Me: *unable to stop a grin, thinking of several creative experiments I will probably never actually do*

Mom: “…no. Whatever it is, no.” *starts giggling* “You stop- no, stop thinking about it!”

Me: “Did I say anything? I didn’t say anything!”

Mom: “You didn’t have to!”

*I hadn’t actually been planning anything nefarious, but now I had to keep going for the heck of it*

Me: “I’m just curious!” *unconvincing look of sincerity inevitably ruined by laughter* “Asking questions is how you learn things!”

Mom: “Aaghh! You’re your father’s daughter!”

*Presumably my dad comes up with disconcerting hypothetical questions like this when I’m not home*

Moral of the story, whatever you’re asking about, if you grin like Aizawa Shouta while you say it, people are probably going to be Suspicious.


But hey, if I get really curious I can always write down some hypotheses and find a controlled environment to experiment in. That way I can say it’s for science.


Originally posted by blogquantumreality

anonymous asked:

Why didn’t Kabiri make Gwyn blood oath to take care of Mosk and Eran? Is the life debt more powerful than that? (alsoholyshitkabirisback)

Because Gwyn wouldn’t blood oath that. He doesn’t owe anyone a blood oath, he owes a life debt. (Also Kabiri doesn’t care if Mosk dies, and he can’t use his powers to interfere in ways that specific for fae that aren’t fire fae anyway. He sort of outlines how it works to Eran - it’s one of the reasons why Kabiri first interferes on behalf of Ifir, and then his second debt is for Eran. He’s specifically using his debts to help fire fae. Even if Kabiri gave one shit about Mosk (he doesn’t), he still couldn’t use the life debt that way, or even force a blood oath.)

When the life debt is called, Gwyn must pay it back. He’s obligated. He can’t turn Kabiri away (which he wanted to do), he can’t say no outright (which he wanted to do) and he can’t say ‘that’s unreasonable’ because it’s not. Mostly, claming a life debt has to discharge the debt, and a blood oath doesn’t discharge a debt, it holds that promise over someone’s head for the rest of their lives. (Which is why people don’t claim debts by enforcing blood oaths, the two don’t really mix - with the exception of Lludd breaking everything about fae lore he could to force Gwyn to blood oath for him - blood oaths must be voluntarily entered into. They can be negotiated and ultimately they can be refused).

The life debt is the most powerful form of fae debt.

The blood oath isn’t a form of debt at all. It’s a fae oath. It’s a pledge that you will do your best to promise something to someone else and if it has the word ‘blood’ in front of it in the fae world, you can die for not upholding it. But you have to choose it. (Lludd forcing Gwyn into it, is - along with Gwyn’s age - a big reason why he didn’t actually die when he broke his in the first place). 

I mean you can die from both (refusing the first, breaking the second). But any fae can theoretically refuse a suggestion that they blood oath (and Fenwrel does in COFT, with some disgust that she was even asked to in the first place). No fae can refuse a reasonable life debt being claimed, unless they are being asked to die. Gwyn negotiated the debt as much as he could, but ultimately, he did what Kabiri claimed.

But yeah Kabiri doesn’t care about Mosk. Kabiri doesn’t think Mosk is all that important anyway, in the same way that up until now, Gwyn hasn’t given a single shit about Eran either, lol. Everyone has different pieces of the puzzle that they care about more.

when you wrote a wholllllee new series. [On Hana’s dad’s background] and have no idea where to fit it, or to even fit it in the story.

but i gotta tell you, im dazed as fuck lmao. Ive been writing for three hours and Im like how do my how brain work 

Its not really a background, its only the events leading up to why they fled his home planet. Him and Hana’s mom, and about Hana and the alien stuff going on in the background that Hana is totally oblivious to at the moment. 

Alec had been trying to find out some idea of a gift for his boyfriend,which was rather hard when said boyfriend was beyond rich and had magic. To the point he drove Izzy insane,and Jace tagged along with Clary to spend time with Simon because then he didn’t have to deal with his moping parabati. Which currently was laying on his bedroom floor staring at the ceiling,did it less now a days since he basically moved in with Magnus or was too busy. 

Weighing if was some way to cheat the system;ask one of Magnus’ friends but then again Raphael and him weren’t on the most civilized terms and Alec knew all about how Caterina was usually busy/no clue where she worked anyways without checking her file. Tugging a pillow down covering his face jewelry,another cat? Nope both seemed fairly lousy so he screwed into his pillow for a moment. Music? Nah no way was he writing and playing a song for Magnus when his abilities were so rusty. 

That’s when his phone went off playing some music groaning he slid it out of his pocket;moving the pillow to swipe at the screen turning it off. Before sitting up supposed music was a good broad area standing up abandoning the pillow to the floor before making his way to his sister’s room. Knocking before opening it poking his head in,”Hey Izzy-.” 

“No I’m not asking Magnus what stuff he wants,or listing things till you get some idea he’s your boyfriend should know what he likes by now-no moping allowed in here either.” Alec slipped into the room shutting the door noticing she had a stack of envelopes raising a eyebrow but she didn’t even comment what they were so he just ignored it. 

“Actually was wondering if somebody was to give you music,not in some digital format what would be the next thought you’d think of?” 

She stood up looking at him,”Music? Well I’d say either a burned CD in that case or if you were being really committed to the task retrieve the stuff from the basement to make a mix tape something like that why?” Then she seemed to have figured it out because she smiled at him,”Seriously Alec seems you found it out after all,you have to tell me his reaction to it and now shoo I have to pick clothes for a party later somebody I like’s going to be there.” 

Gently trying to push him out of the room yet didn’t stop him from getting one in,”Aw let me guess you’re going to break their heart.” It was joking of course the hand moving towards him was easily dodged before he shut the door behind him moving away far away before she could decide to come after and get revenge for it.  


The basement nobody liked it mainly because it was hazardous;lights flickering and Alec didn’t emerge victorious with what he needed till late afternoon. Coated in dust,smelling of musk in the bad way,and fairly certain he’d seen at least 4 spiders who must be part of a bigger group so wasn’t going down there unarmed or ever again if could help it. Lugging the box of things some of which entirely unrelated to what he was going to do for Magnus. 

 Setting it down on his bed before heading into the bathroom two showers,fresh clothes later settled cross legged on the bed laptop nearby because had an few additional ideas. Then later that night it was all finished,he was finished with work as well so only really free to head back home to Magnus which sounded amazing even if wasn’t kind of proud of his maybe odd gift. 

Leaving the Institute in everybody else’s hands then not bothering change out of the suit he was wearing,after all missed his boyfriend since they hadn’t even texted much through out the day. Made Alec productive,yet not so much all at the same time. It wouldn’t take him long to head back home just smiling to himself at what was tucked inside his jacket. 


Alec changed out of his clothes into more comfortable one’s when he offered to help Magnus cook dinner. Idle chatter that seemed so normal about each other’s days with the occasional kiss-almost burned the food once because of bad timing which Alec denied being the cause of. Then they were sat on the couch watching a movie,sipping some wine which was alright. Having entirely forgot his surprise for his boyfriend in this whole process Alec was just comfortable next to Magnus on the couch. 

It was when they were getting ready for bed when Alec’s brain reminded him of the mix tape;or well more the clothes he’d picked up because he wasn’t really prone to leaving things on the floor habit that only got broken occasionally. Slipping it out while plugging his phone in to charge before listening to the water shut off in the bathroom. Slipping it behind his back while watching Magnus walk into the bedroom giving him a kiss before holding it out with two fingers sort of teasing his boyfriend because Magnus did it so often. “This is for you.” 

Magnus looked surprised,and curious so far apparently had been a good choice. Though the expression change when saw what it was holding it in both hands made Alec just quietly let him go through the motions. Eventually looking up his golden eyes showing that still wasn’t quiet used to the effort Alec put into little things when he could. “A mix tape,Alexander?” 

“Yes,did the art myself and to be fair there’s also a private link in there for a virtual version as well.” Not that the art was amazing or the virtual access to the playlist was amazing,the mix tape probably ridiculous but Magnus seemed appreciative even if Alec’s brain had a million doubts. “Figured might be something you’d like-and you got me a gift the other day since we talk about music occasionally-.” Watching him study the case,cassette before setting it carefully down arms wrapped around him pulling him close. Rambling cut off his voice figured had said more than plenty. 

“Thank you Alexander,it’s amazing I’ll have to listen to it tomorrow.” Alec knew had been the right call as all doubts finally faded away especially when he felt Magnus kiss him. “I love you Alexander Lightwood.” His eyes opened lazily to look into his boyfriend’s watching how they shined when Magnus said I love you;of course they were actually like small flashlights in a way with how bright they’d been ever since Alec offered up the box. 

“I love you too Magnus.” Kissing him again knowing just how sappy the gift might have been,and cliche in it’s own way but wasn’t like the thing was filled with love songs some was just good rock music that he figured Magnus might like. Then they went to bed both pretty tired not that prevented them from talking a while the tape in it’s case sitting near Magnus on the bedside table. 

Idea for a Superman origin movie

built around two solid points:
1) Lois Lane is the lead character; and
2) The audience dose not know who is playing Superman going into the movie.

So the movie centers around a young Lois, who’s desperately trying to get a job as a reporter at the Daily Planet, despite a hiring freeze as the printed journalism business struggles to keep up, and despite the fact she has no prior journalism experience (at least, not outside of an expensive degree that has yet to start paying for itself). Even though no one at the Planet will even return her calls, she barges in in the middle of a work day, trying to get an interview. She bounces off a lot of people (a number of them tall guys with dark hair and nice eyes who she barely notices) until she tracks down Perry White, who tells her, sarcastically, that he’ll hire her on the spot if she can bring him a properly sourced article revealing the story Metropolis’s new hero, who just yesterday stopped a runaway train with his bare hands. 

She gets to work. Her friends tell her she’s crazy. Her sister bails her out of jail at least once (maybe a montage of times). Her father, General Lane, threatens disownment and/or military arrest. This “menace” broke a muggers arm last week, and is wanted for vigilantism. If she really does find out the identity of this man (who’s been gaining notoriety with every feat) and brings it to a newspaper before the military, her father would have to take action. (This country is his family, after all.)

But the more Lois looks into this ‘super man’, the more she likes what she sees. It’s hard without credentials, but she’s been collecting eye-witness reports for months trying to find the pattern to track; the pattern that everyone’s been looking for. She has dozens of interviews with police, and store owners, and caught criminals, but it’s in the interviews of the regular folk that she finds the pattern:

This man is kind. 

Every headline is about a larger-than-life figure who catches falling statues, wins chases with cars, and stops bullets with his pecs. In the words of the innocent people of Metropolis though, is someone else. Someone who flies broken cars to the shop from the highway during rush hour. Someone who takes a sobbing child from the scene of a bike accident and drops off a smiling one with their parents. Someone who’s been spotted leaving flowers by the headstones of the ones who didn’t make it out of that train crash. Someone who sits in a secluded corner of the park and plays chess with the old woman who’s husband can no longer leave the house. Someone who literally pulled a dog out of a river and a cat from a tree. 

So, to find the Man of Steel, Lois searches for kindness - and she finds it everywhere. She finds all the coats freely shed for someone cold. She finds all the grocery carts paid for by the previous customer. She finds lonely veterans offered a seat at the family table in restaurants. She finds hate symbols painted over with cute cartoons and symbols of love. She finds dozens and dozens of volunteers who help clean up and serve food and rebuild after train crashes and car wrecks and robberies. 

She finds Superman.

And then she finds a man in the park.

He’s not doing much, just sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. The copy of the Daily Planet on the bench next to him speculates on the dangers of super humans, as it has every day for the last two weeks. Some have even suggested that the Man of Steel is an alien, though those theories have only barely broken into mainstream. Whatever this man is worrying over, whatever weight is on his shoulders, seems much heavier than a newspaper, though. Lois hasn’t worried herself with the same issue’s as her prospective employer, either. Thoughts still on the group of teens she’s just passed, each promising to beat up on some boy for their friend, are still fresh on her mind, and she takes the spot next to the stranger on the bench.

He’s not a stranger, though. Lois recognizes him. She doesn’t know his name, but she saw him that day at the Daily Planet months ago, and she’s seen him across the police tape at scenes she’s investigated. He wrote today’s front page article: “Man of Steel, or Menace of Steel?”

He’s politely flustered when she sits down, and she promptly tells him that everything about his article - she’s already read it, of course - is absurd. She doesn’t care who “made him write it”, the entire thing is just plain wrong. She finds herself repeating stories she’s read and re-read at all hours of the morning. Stories of regular people who’d told her how they’d been inspired by Superman. How they’d taken leaps of faith toward recovery and new lives thanks to Superman. Teenagers have chosen to live because of Superman. She quotes sources, and sources of people, including herself, who have said that the city of Metropolis - maybe even the world - was so much better because of Superman.

“Superman?” the reporter asks.

“It’s just something I’ve been calling him. He’s got that big S on his chest, right?”

The reporter laughs. He hasn’t smiled the whole time, only looked at her with wide eyes. His smile is… nice. His glasses are dumb though.

“Yeah,” she admits, “it’s a dumb name.”

“No,” he says. A weight has fallen off his shoulders while she was flipping through her notebooks. He sniffles a bit. Lois had just torn into his article with all the fury she could muster, is he crying about it? No, he’s smiling, still. “I really like it. Have you written all this down?”

Lois Lane writes it all down. Her new friend (who proofread the hell out of it because Lois is driven as hell but can’t spell) Clark Kent turned it in to his boss. The newest headline reads:

The Story of Superman -by Lois Lane


She’s getting paid more than Clark in under a year. He just seems to be so distracted all the time. Maybe she should look into that…

I really like the idea of Taako (and elves in general) having really long ears that move independently. Taako gets startled by something and the ears are standing straight up - Magnus realizes this within a week of meeting the twins and tries to sneak up on them all the time because that’s hilarious and also kind of adorable? (The twins don’t put up with that for long, and their retaliation is expertly planned and executed.)

The crew is scoping out a new world, or the boys are on a mission for the Bureau, and it’s suspiciously quiet. They’re all trying to listen for the noise of a nearby enemy and one of Taako’s ears perks up, swivels, and then lowers again while the other perks up instead. He doesn’t even know he’s doing it. The ears keep trading places.

When he’s tired, the ears are droopy. Ren can tell when he’s losing steam at work by their slow descent; if he’s determined to stay awake, they’ll twitch up every so often but it’s a losing battle. When he’s upset - very sad or angry - his ears will be at their lowest, brushing his shoulders. On bad days, the ears don’t move much at all.

Kravitz is fascinated. He’ll play with Taako’s ears, bothering them into twitching in all directions until Taako finally has to swat his hand away because for fuck’s sake Kravitz you’re going to get a face full of this stew if you don’t stop that shit I’m trying to cook go bother Lup. Kravitz does not bother Lup because Lup has already put up with a century of Barry bothering her ears and that is about the limit of her patience.

They haven’t been dating for terribly long when Kravitz compares Taako to a bunny the first time after a few drinks. Then Kravitz won’t let it go, and Taako wants to be annoyed but it turns into a pet name. Taako has never been in a relationship that involved pet names before; he doesn’t know what to do. At that point in his life, he’s not used to someone liking him so much. He still puts up a token resistance but it’s hard to be annoyed when Kravitz sounds that… genuinely affectionate. If he thinks he’s calling Taako that in public or in front of anyone Taako knows, though, he can look forward to ordering take-out for a month.

“You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it

I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets

Your hand forever’s all I want

Don’t take the money

Don’t take the money”

It’s okay, I miss home too.