Hi! I just wanted to apologize for any crazy fans who harassed you or any of the crew member for the trans marco theory thing. I don't exactly support the theory as well, since I find that 1 guy and 1 girl as protagonist creates a perfect balance that welcome both side of the gender and having 2 girls instead would favor more on the girl side of the demographics. But it's wrong to send hate to the crew or ANYONE over it for that matter. I hope you don't have a bad impression of our fandom :(
Hey! Thanks for writing in! Don’t worry, I don’t have a bad opinion of the fandom–in my experience, every fandom has its own brand of drama, and there are plenty of creators who have experienced much worse than I did.
But I did want to say something on the middle section of your comment! So: it’s totally fine if you aren’t interested in the trans Marco theory and personally prefer shows with one male and one female protagonist. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions! But when you bring up this particular opinion in a conversation about female and LGBT representation, it makes it harder to have these kinds of conversations.
“Balance” sounds super great … in theory! If this show existed in a vacuum, then I would absolutely agree with you that equal gender representation is ideal. But it doesn’t. This show exists in our world, and our world has some pretty lame stuff in it.
For instance, you mentioned that having two female protagonists would favor a female demographic. But here’s the thing: animated shows are functionally not ALLOWED to have a show with two female protagonists. Historically, networks have overwhelmingly favored shows with male protagonists because advertisers who support television networks have preferred to manufacture and market toys and products aimed at young boys.
Every once in a while, networks seek out shows with female protagonists–with the caveat that they be accompanied by a male costar. They don’t want to risk losing their “boys” demographic and, at the end of the day, that means that boys are valued more than girls. So when you see a show with a “balanced” show with a female lead and a male sidekick, remember that that “equal representation” is done to cater to male viewers and is usually mandatory.
And then there’s the trans element.* Trans representation is exponentially rarer than female representation. If you are a trans kid growing up, you will have a very hard time finding your experienced reflected in the media you consume. And when the media you consume–and the culture that creates it–acts like you don’t exist, it’s easy to feel like you yourself don’t exist. That you don’t deserve respect.
While we are seeing better representation of LGBT folks in media, we still have a long way to go. In the meantime, some people are taking matters into their own hands, either by creating their own stories or through fan theories. And that’s ultimately (to my understanding) what the trans marco people are doing: they see the potential for representation and make it their own.
So when people post about the trans marco theory, hoping for representation that they badly need and deserve, it’s probably not a good time to jump in and talk about how having two female protagonists would make the show “unbalanced.” The WORLD is unbalanced. We gotta do something to tip the scales back in the right direction.
And after all, if you wanted male representation, you could easily look to the supporting cast–or any number of animated shows that feature primarily if not exclusively male protagonists. There is really no shortage of them.
Again, I want to stress that if you like the one-boy-one-girl dynamic, that’s fine! But there’s a time and place for that opinion.
*Disclaimer: I am not trans! And I don’t pretend to speak for trans people. Please feel free to correct or add onto this.
After having a quick dinner, you set the table with Jimin’s food and made your way to your room. You immediately started packing all that you could and all the while made a mental list of all the things you wanted to get at the store tomorrow before your in-laws would be home.
Jimin came to the kitchen a little while later and he was expecting you to be sitting at the table, eating dinner. But instead, he found some dirty dishes in the sink and his food set on the table. He hated eating alone, but he got used to it at night. Sometimes you would eat with him for breakfast, but you only ever sat in silence. You had one friendly conversation after all these months, so nothing was supposed to change in your dynamic… right? He sighed as he pulled his chair out and sat down.
The next morning, Jimin woke up to the sound of the vacuum. He turned to look at the clock and was surprised that it was already 9:30. Usually, he would have been at work by this time, but he had taken the day off in order to prepare for his parent’s arrival. He quickly brushed his teeth and took a shower in order to prepare for the long day ahead. He entered the living room a few moments later only to find it more clean than usual. You had always made it a deal to have the house clean, but everything was in tip top shape today. The magazines were all organized neatly on the coffee table and that vacuum patterns on the carpet were left to be admired. He looked up to your side of the house and found a few boxes outside. You exited your room a few minutes later, wiping off some sweat from your forehead.
You hadn’t heard Jimin wake up and you figured you would just let him sleep in on his day off. You weren’t really sure how much help he would be anyways.
“So…I guess I’ll move these boxes into my room then?” he asked, walking towards the first box.
“Oh. Uh, good morning. And yeah, that would be great, thank you” you said, thankful for the help.
Pretty soon, all the boxes were moved into his room and you were almost done cleaning the house. You had been up since 6am, cleaning and packing and rearranging the guest room. You still had so much left to do though and you were tired just thinking about it.
“How about you go unpack the boxes? I cleared out some space for you in the closet and in the bathroom” Jimin said. He could notice how tired you looked already, but the job had to be done. The act had to be perfect.
Thing to cry about in this scene #15: The little pat Yondu gives to comfort Peter
#16 That I thought up while making this: Sound can’t travel in a vacuum, since we’re the audience, and Peter has air in the suit, we can hear him/he can talk. But most likely, Yondu couldn’t hear Peter crying out for him as he died
JUNGKOOK |BTS - MAGIC AU (HP ‘verse) 24k words | DRAMA/ACTION/ROMANCE warnings for language, gore, violence, death/murder (named OC)
No characters from J.K. Rowling’s works are present within this work aside from mentioning as a part of fictional history. This work also features no storyline from Rowling’s works–characters and plot are original to this story alone. Any similarities are completely coincidental.
best to read this on your browser or desktop, tumblr app doesn’t like long fics. Feedback on this would be so appreciated. This took a long time.
ps - happy birthday, jungkook, you one of a kind angel boy.
A crack sounds in the silence of his apartment and he jumps in his seat, whipping his head toward the direction from which the noise came, only to see her sitting on the floor, legs splayed out in a straddle. Her chest heaves with breath, skin sallow and sickly, eyes screwed shut and brows furrowed in pain.
“What the fuck?” he asks, and her eyes snap open to him.
She takes in a ragged breath, keeping her eyes on him as she starts feeling for the small leather pack she’s got around her hips, bringing the pouch to the front and unsnapping it.
“Sorry,” she says. “I just needed a safe place for a few minutes, I’ll leave and you’ll never know I’ve been here.”
“What the fuck?” he repeats, unable to ask anything else.
She lets out a rough laugh, the curled corners of her mouth giving him a sneer of smile, though not out of malice. Her skin is sticky with perspiration, the flyaways of her hair sticking to her face and pointing every direction as if she’d been through a wind tunnel, and her giant eyes are staring at him with the faintest glint. There’s life behind them, but only barely, and only when she reaches over to her left shoulder and raises her sleeve does he understand her expression, her pallid complexion, and harbored breath.
Grand Blues 781 Katalina and the Lyria of the Past
[Katalina found her clothes from her time in the Erste Empire among her luggage] Lieutenant of the Erste Empire, Katalina: “Wearing these reminds me of when I first met Lyria in the Empire.”
Vyrn: “Huh… what was Lyria like back then?” Ka: “Unlike now, she spoke very little and gave a very subdued impression.” Ka: “But of course that’s because she was being imprisoned by the empire…” Lyria: “Wai- stop that, Katalina!”
Vy: “Ahaha! Though I kind of would like to see what it’d be like to have a quiet Lyria!” Ly: “Geez! Vyrn-san, not you too!” ??: “You can’t!!”
Zehek: “The power to control primal beasts… the girl in blue… and on top of that, if she became a silent type character…” (The Empire’s Secret/The Girl in Blue/Linked Fates/Primal Beasts/Lost Memories/SHWOOOP) Lunalu: “Lyria’s chuuni-power would go beyond mortal limits!” Ly: “Chuuni-power!?”
Orchid: “…if Lyria were silent, she’d overlap with me so…” Or: “You can’t…” Lyria: “Even Orchid!?”
There is sound in space, thanks to gravitational waves
“These waves are maddeningly weak, and their effects on the objects in spacetime are stupendously tiny. But if you know how to listen for them — just as the components of a radio know how to listen for those long-frequency light waves — you can detect these signals and hear them just as you’d hear any other sound. With an amplitude and a frequency, they’re no different from any other wave.”
You’ve likely heard that there’s no sound in space; that sound needs a medium to travel through, and in the vacuum of space, there is none. That’s true… up to a point. If you were only a few light years away from a star, stellar remnant, black hole, or even a supernova, you’d have no way to hear, feel, or otherwise directly measure the pressure waves from those objects. But they emit another kind of wave that can be interpreted as sounds, if you listen correctly: gravitational waves. These waves are so powerful, that in the very first event we ever detected, the black hole-black hole merger we saw outshone, in terms of energy, all of the stars in the observable Universe combined. There really is sound in space, as long as you know how to listen for it properly.
as you know i’m never one to be melodramatic, but if my upstairs neighbors don’t stop using a lawnmower to vacuum their apartment in wildly zigzagging patterns that seem to follow me no matter where i am in mine at 8:45pm in a way that suggests they’re grinding their way through my ceiling, i am going to scalp myself and light my skin-wig on fire after nailing it to their front door
tlc [meta? pointless analyzation?]: How fast is the rampion?
Well, I went to the air and space museum today, so what can i say?
To begin: the distance between the earth and the moon is on AVERAGE 238,855-238,900 miles away from earth (I used the former number for any calculations
The problem I had with this was that there’s no definite time frame for how long the Rampion takes to traverse the distance between the moon and the earth. We only have two instances where the time frame is mentioned at all.
In Cinder, (if I remember correctly), Levana calls Kai shortly after Rikan dies, announcing that she’s going to come to earth for peace alliance talks, and arrives the next day.
In sosn, the only commentary Cinder makes about the length of time it takes from luna to earth (IF they don’t have to travel parallel to the surface of the globe to reach france) is that it’s a “long flight” and she fixes a loose fitting then spends the rest of the time catching up with Cress and Thorne.
Let’s just assume (and very generously) that the flight takes 8 hours on the Rampion. Cinder would probably fix that loose fitting in under an hour, but spending 7 hours talking is unlikely, but whatever.
Speed of light: 186,000 mi/sec (PER SECOND, NOT HOUR) [i know there’s no possible way it could travel at the speed of light, it’s just for reference].
Reaches moon in: 1.3 seconds
Speed of Apollo 11 mission, the fastest manned mission to the moon that landed on its surface: 24790.8465 mph, on average.
Reaches moon in: 75 HOURS, because it traveled at different speeds along the way.
Speed of Apollo 10, the fastest manned mission to the moon (didn’t land): 24,791 mph
- The New Horizons probe took 8 hours 35 minutes to reach the moon, but it did not go into orbit and was unmanned, so it isn’t comparable for human transport.
Speed of sound: 767.269 mph
Reaches moon in: 13 days
Speed of Rampion: 29,856.875 mph
Reaches moon in: 8 hours (v. hypothetically)
TLDR: THE RAMPION, ON A NORMAL DAY, HYPOTHETICALLY GOES FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF SOUND AND EVERY SINGLE ROCKET SENT TO SPACE THUS FAR, MANNED OR UNMANNED, AT 28,857 MILES PER HOUR.
Because the rampion is going faster than the speed of sound, it goes faster than the sound it is producing. Therefore, you would see the Rampion before hearing it - on earth or luna, that is, since sound can’t travel in the vacuum of space.
Keep in mind that the rampion is a CARGO SHIP meant for the army. It’s big, bulky, and intended for the safety of goods, not speed and immediacy, as Cinder complains about while fixing it. It’s most likely on the slower side of spaceships in the TLC-verse. Which begs the question - how fast could newer, sleeker, designed-for-speed spaceships go?
Please lmk if I’ve gotten any math/science wrong!!
Hi, could you do a fic where Spideypool are a secretly married couple and have to hide the fact from citizens /enemies when they are dp&sp ?
It’s been so long, and the reason is, I GOT INTO UNIVERsITY!! Yay!! I’m gonna try and pump some of these out, but yay!!
Peter stumbled into the Avengers building, coffee cup in hand, barely awake. Tony had called him in extra early, which was unsurprising. Ever since he had started working for stark industries, he was called in either for work business, or superhero business. Tony was the only one who knew about his double life, so it was touch and go when he walked into the building. Peter let himself in, punching in the code to the lab tiredly. He froze when he saw the Avengers standing around tensely. He clutched his cup to his chest and resisted the urge to pull down the mask he knew wasn’t there. They all paused in their conversation to stare at Peter until the silence was too awkward and he had to laugh nervously. “Peter,” Tony said, waving his hand at him to come into the room. “We’re in the middle of something, but you can just come in and work. Just stay quiet over there, okay kid? I need that thing fixed.” Peter nodded and swallowed down the feeling that he had made a mistake. Was he supposed to come in uniform? He sat in the corner and put his headphones in, but he could feel Natasha and Clint’s eyes boring into his back. Steve cleared his throat. “Okay, so we are in unanimous agreement about what we discussed?” Out of the corner of his eye, Peter could see a few hesitant nods. He pulled out his toolbox and started quietly working, even though he had finished this project weeks ago. “Good, then I guess, let’s bring him in.” He could sense a hardness in Steve’s voice that Peter recognized as dislike. He had a sinking feeling in his gut, even before the door opened and Wade’s familiar voice. “Hi, team! I brought snacks!” Peter turned to see the bright leather of Wade’s Deadpool suit, and groaned a bit, pushing himself into the corner more. Wade hadn’t spotted him yet, but he knew his situation would be a hundred times more embarrassing when he did. “Okay, listen pal, just because your working with us doesn’t make you part of our team,” Clint grumbled Wade stepped forward and laughed obnoxiously. “Gee, that’s rich coming from you, cupid.” Peter felt himself involuntarily tense. Clint was an okay guy, but he and Wade were not on good terms. He resisted the urge to turn around and tell Clint to keep his bitter remarks to himself, but Natasha beat him to it. “Boy’s please, your making our guest uncomfortable.” He felt a tight grip on his shoulder. Oh god. Peter shrunk into himself as Natasha gave him a look, and recognition flicked across Wade like a light globe. “Oh, this is just too good!” He laughed clapping his hands together and rubbing them cunningly as he walked around the table to stand by Peter’s hip. Peter glanced at him, trying to give Wade his best warning look, but as per usual, it had no effect. “Where are my manners? I’m the Deadpool of your dreams. And you are the handsome beauty of my dreams. I’m digging this nerdy college boy look baby! It’s really turning my floppy drive into a hard disk if you know what I mean!”
Peter felt embarrassment crawl up his neck as Wade regarded him. The room paused again and Steve piped up.
“I’m not quite sure what that means but please, let’s get to the issue at hand, and leave Tony’s employee’s out of it.” “Why Captain of course, but there’s nothing I’d like more to have my hand on Tony’s employee. Peter, is it?” Wade leaned down to speak to Peter, tiptoeing his gloved fingers across the desk. Peter sighed. Wade absolutely loved doing this, pretending that they didn’t know each other. He liked having a special secret all to himself. “Don’t worry baby boy, I know that you already know me. I’m like, big news now or whatever.” Peter felt the corner of his mouth twitch up. He turned back to his table, as they started discussing “important” things that they needed Wade for. Wade wasn’t listening, even though Peter was. Wade was too busy smiling at Peter and watching him tinker around with scraps. Once the meeting was over (Peter assumed it was over, because Bruce had stormed out, and Thor was now trying figure out how to eat the doughnuts Wade had brought) Wade turned back to him with a cheeky grin. “So baby, now that all that stuffy business is over, howsabout we go out for some grub! As you can see by the god currently stuffing his face, I have great food taste. I’d love to take you out and treat you well, baby.” Peter smiled looking at him and lowering his voice. “I thought I was cooking tonight? I bought ingredients yesterday.” “They’ll stay good for one more night Petey, let’s eat out tonight! Now that you’ve got a high-tech job, I think we should celebrate!” Peter snorted and set down his screwdriver. “We can’t go out, Aunt May is visiting tomorrow remember? The house is a total mess hun.” Wade pouted and tugged on Peter’s sleeve like he did when he was trying to get his own way. Even after a couple of years, Peter still couldn’t resist it. “Fine, if you go home right now, and vacuum, we can go out for dinner.” Peter leaned closer and dropped his voice even lower, just the way he knew Wade liked. “And then we can get cozy in bed with dessert and watch the next episode of whatever show you want.” Wade moaned and wrapped his arms around Peter’s shoulders whispering into his ear “This is why I married you.” Peter made a mock-offended sound. “Wade, I married you. Now go vacuum, please.” – Wade was standing on the sidelines, next to the one and only Captain America, ogling at his husband’s ass in tight spandex. No matter how many times he woke up next to Peter, his sweet ass still blew Wade away. “Good god, that is a sweet goddamn ass. Oh, bless.” He watched as Peter flipped in and out of buildings, being the first part of their four-part attack plan against some bad guy. Wade wasn’t really listening, he was only there to make sure Peter was safe, and to watch his amazing body. Steve looked back at him with a frown. Wade rolled his eyes. “C'mon Cap! I know you’re all about righteousness and whatever, but don’t tell me you don’t sometimes have a peek! It’s natural man, every red-blooded male does it yo!” Wade ignored the skeptical look the hero gave him and clapped him on the back. “Nothing is as good as Spidey’s ass, though, by god. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful, and I doubt I ever will.” Steve looked uncomfortable, shifting his shield in his hand. “I don’t appreciate that kind of crude conversation. Aren’t you…married.” “Oh yeah! I’m so married! Married hard!” Wade ripped off his glove and showed his ring for emphasis. Peter and Wade had bought it together, and for once, looking down at his rumpled skin actually made him feel proud. The gold nestled there reminded him of Peter’s vows, of his promises to love and cherish him, every part of him, even the parts that Wade didn’t like. The memory made Wade’s heart squeeze and made him smile goofily. When he looked back up, Cap was giving him an incredibly strange look. Wade didn’t really care. Peter landed on the wall next to wades head, signaling the second phase of their plan. Cap sprung into action, diving into the battle as Wade moved over to scrape his husband off the wall. Peter laughed, swinging around him before noticing his bare hand.
“What’s this then?” Peter challenged with a smile. “A wedding ring? We’ve been rendezvousing this whole time and you’re married? I can’t believe it.” “Yes, it’s true. I’m married to the most beautiful, funny and smart man in all the world! He has the most bangin’ bod, well, second only to you.” Peter snickered, taking the moment alone to twine his fingers with Wade’s and play with the ring. “He sounds like the luckiest guy in the world.” “He will be tonight. I’m making pasta.” Peter laughed, patting his head as Wade put his glove back on. “Well, I’m jealous. And busy. If we keep trapezing like this we are going to get found out.” “I like how taboo this is baby.” Wade said, wiggling his eyebrows, “What do you say, after this, do you wanna get out of here? Go somewhere a little more private? We can have a bath together? There will be wine and Ben and Jerry’s.” Peter smiled, placing a chaste kiss on Wade’s mouth before climbing up the wall. “Sweetie, you had me at bath.”
“Many thought [the Empire’s] occupation would not last, or would be token. Most believed they had come because of the temples. We thought, they have come to crush belief, because belief leads to hope, and hope can topple monsters. They will stay long enough to crush hope, but they do not understand that hope can be a very small thing. It doesn’t need much to survive. An occasional breath of air. A flicker of warmth. Hope can live in a vacuum.”
Rusty, 4 years old unknown breed possibly bichon frise x shih tzu ? i dunno previous owner said bichon x Argentinian spaniel so..(does that even exist)?? , i love him all the same and he hates the sound of rain, thunder, dishwasher,lawn power and vacuum ~ ekows