whenever you have time/energy for it, could you talk about headcanons for if hera somehow got a physical body? no rush, just wanna know what you have to say on the matter
(not quite sure whether this is headcanons or a ficlet? or whether it’s at all what you had in mind? but boy, do I have Thoughts about AIs and their relationship to humanity and Hera in particular, and that comes through here.)
Hera’s first concern when they start talking about making her a body is that she wants to design it herself.
it isn’t that she doesn’t want a body. and it isn’t that she doesn’t want to be able to engage in the kind of comforting physical socializing all of her friends use their bodies for – she really, really wants to finally high five Eiffel, for one thing.
(he started leaving handprints on the Hephaestus’ monitors within a month of the day they met.)
but Hera knows what kind of shape they’d think of for her – not maliciously, she knows they love her, but it’s like the words they didn’t give her, the mind they did – they only ever conceptualize one shape, one kind of body, one way of being.
Hera doesn’t want a body so she can be more human, doesn’t want to be a pretty little android. she doesn’t want a body that proves that she’s just like all of them, because she’s not. Hera wants a body that makes her more Hera.
it does not need to move or look like anything human beings have referent for, although she pulls inspiration from everything from plants to animals to industrial engineering (anything she thinks seems cool, honestly; she confesses this to Eiffel but would never admit it to Minkowski, and she’s not lying when she tells Renee that she has a coherent functional and aesthetic goal. and she’s quite proud of it, in the end). Hera does not want a body so she can be a person (she knows she is already a person); Hera wants a body to do the things she can’t without one.
she is so hungry for experience, for seeing and feeling and doing – now that the station is no longer a part of her, now that so much of her mind and identity are not occupied with a million calculations and routines and consciousnesses keeping the Hephaestus running, now that she finally gets to decide for herself what she wants to do – she realizes she wants to do everything.
Hera’s body is built to house any sense they could think of, all that freed-up processing power devoted to every kind of experience - vision in spectrums beyond human comprehension, as many tactile sensors as they could cram in, temperature, electrical impulses, electromagnetic waves, even taste, of course taste, she has spent almost her entire life listening to her best friend describe food, like she would miss out on that entire slice of what the universe has to offer
and she thought space was full! she never understood how it could be called a void, called emptiness – but suddenly it makes sense why people would say that, because even with the limits of a human body, there is so much – this world is so much, every square inch of it, and just going fifty feet down a street is such a kaleidoscope of incredible things. it is awe-inspiring and disgusting and painful and amazing and beautiful and she is full of wonder at it.
(there is so much in this world that she is the first person ever to know. there are so many experiences so intrinsic to life here that no one thinks about them and that she is feeling and wondering at for the first time.)
people do not generally find it a comforting body. hera doesn’t care; she didn’t build it for them, and her friends don’t care, either, and that’s all that matters. she has an emotional body language of her own which Minkowski can read as easily as her own humanoid shoulder shrugs and eyerolls. Doug does not seem at all to mind sitting back in his apartment, propped up against her humming-warm metal side as he dozes in front of the TV, as long as she has all the right appendages to give him a hug.
(Lovelace will walk down the street next to her as naturally as though she was any ordinary human being in the world; and Hera’s senses can easily read the tenseness, like coiled springs, in her step as she does. but she also knows there is nothing defensive there, only a fierce pride, now, in both of them, for knowing and deciding who and what they are. daring the world to try and tell them differently. Hera and Lovelace understand each other really well these days.)
and it’s nice, she finds, nicer than she expected, to be able to stretch limbs and feel the brush of textures and the weight of physicality and think this is mine. this is me. it is something she could never feel with the Hephaestus, which was always neither her body nor something she simply piloted, but frustratingly in between. there’s comfort in this clearer delineation of what is and isn’t Hera, in her own right to decide what shape that space takes.
hands, she tells them, are very useful for doing all kinds of things, as humans prove, and were an obvious choice to include in her design.
I’m just going to say this now. The way Alec said that Magnus is immortal kind of broke me. Like Alec’s aware that he’s going to die eventually and Magnus is going to live on without him. Idk man it will forever make me sad thinking about their far but tragic future.
I’m feeling rather uncomfortable with how many people think Iris is pregnant and will lose her kids and that would be an interesting plot for the show. Yes I’m sure Grant and Candice would act brilliantly in the scenes but, you really want our Iris West to go through that? She’s going through absolute hell already, and so is Barry. They don’t need that, nobody should ever go through that. Maybe it’s because I know several women that have lost their kids, and I’ve seen just how much it effects them, I just don’t want to see it. Don’t make that a story. Let westallen be happy.
They made you a sidekick. They turned you into their personal background character, someone who exists to boost their over-inflated ego whenever they want. They called themself a king. But in reality, they were just the tragic backstory to your future life
Summary: You can communicate with your soulmate through telepathy. The closer you are, the louder their voice is. (I love Wonwoo, but he’s not my bias, so I’m pretty proud that I wrote this about him. I kinda fell in love with the AU)
Warnings: like, two swear words
Your soulmate’s voice had always been pretty significant. It wasn’t deafening, but it wasn’t a whisper either. The voice itself was gentle, and deep. When it happened to ask you a question, it was soft and sounded caring. The strange thing was, whenever you asked his name, he tried to tell you, but his voice would go fuzzy, and you could never hear it. Every once in awhile, you would try to guess who he might be. You didn’t know what he looked like, so it left a black hole in your mind, for you to imagine at your will. Sure, you thought about him being ugly, but you also thought about him being the most handsome man on the planet.
‘How was your day?’ You heard the familiar voice in your head. In your small apartment, no one could see you jump around and almost scream. This reaction was similar to every other one you had. You would forever be excited when he started to talk to you. If anyone could see you, they would probably mistake you for a schoolgirl.
‘It was good. I just had my finals,’ you replied coolly, brushing all of your previous feelings. You heard his gorgeous laugh, and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing out loud. This was just a normal thing you did now. You talked to the voice in your head, but it wasn’t a problem because everyone else did too.
‘Do you think you did okay?’ His response made you giggle.
‘Yeah, it was my best subject. I think I did pretty well,’ you answered. His laugh sounded again, and you smiled, thinking about the future. You wondered, what if you never met him? Your mind wandered to dark places, as you imagined being alone in a small house, with thirteen cats.
‘Why are you thinking about cats? And living alone? Is something up?’ He asked. Your eyes widened, not realizing you were thinking about your tragic future if you didn’t find him.
‘No, I was just thinking about my … aunt,’ you lied, secretly glad he couldn’t see your face. Every single one of your friends could tell when you were lying because of your face. They said it gave everything away.
‘Oh, is she okay?’
‘Yeah, she’s fine. I might have to go see her.’ Another lie that made you cringe. Your face coiled as you told him the lie, and you heard him hum a small tune, just to fill the silence.
‘Ah, so when do you think you’d be free again?’ His gentle voice asked. The question made your heart speed up to a hundred miles an hour.
‘What about your aunt? Will she be okay? Thirteen cats is a lot to take care of.’ You had to repress your laughter at the thought of his worried face. Instead, you replied with the stupidest answer you could ever come up with.
‘We could go see her.’ You slammed your head backwards, and it hit your headboard with a loud bang. Your hand flies up to your head, and you rush to your freezer to get an ice-pack.
“God dammit!” You shouted. The bump forming on your head was starting to pulse and throb, and you could practically feel the approaching headache.
‘Hey, can we talk later? I’m almost positive I just gave myself a fucking concussion,’ you asked.
‘Uh, yeah sure. How about eight? Do you think your concussion will be better by then, soulmate?’ The teasing tone in his voice somewhat agitated you, but you smiled nonetheless.
‘Hm, that’s only two hours from now. Usually guys wait a little longer to reply.’
’Oh, you want me to wait longer? I guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow then.’ You could just about hear the smirk, as you felt yourself rapidly give in to his teasing. You sighed, a bit upset about losing the small thought-battle, but the feeling faded when your mind wandered to talking to your soulmate again.
‘Well, I guess I could talk to you around eight. Just let me take some Advil and maybe eat some ice cream to dull the throbbing of my head,’ you laughed.
‘Okay, talk to you later, soulmate.’ Every time he called you his soulmate, your heart fluttered. It made you think back to the first time his voice ever made its way into your brain.
You were struggling with a question in your music class, in your last year of middle school. the question wasn’t extremely hard, but you happened to be pulling a blank.
‘What? How can I not remember this now?! The enharmonic equivalent of B major?’ The question still haunted you to this day, you knew it wasn’t F# or G# minor, but you had no idea what it could’ve been.
The voice was right there, it was as if the low whisper was right next to you. It had said, ‘C♭ major.’
You wrote that down on your paper, and turned it in, seeing as that was the last question on the test. The next day, you got it back, and plastered on the top left corner was a huge 100. You said a quiet thank you, not expecting a reply. So, it really surprised you when you got one.
Ever since, you discussed your daily lives, he never told you much about his. He was always asking about you. While the two of you were talking, you liked to imagine yourselves in a small coffee shop, rambling and having a cute date. The thought that you might never meet him was always at the back of your mind, and it worried you.
When both of you were around 16, the two of you talking became rare, but you tried to tell him about your day every once in awhile.
‘Hey, soulmate, I have a weird question.’ The low voice scared you out of your thoughts, and a toothy grin appeared on your face as you felt the giddy feeling start to build in your stomach.
‘Hit me with it.’ You hoped he could hear the smile in your voice. You hoped he could tell that you were excited to talk to him again.
‘I’m not sure if it will work, but I’m going out tomorrow, with some of my friends. I was wondering, if you — well … wanted to meet up?’ In his voice, you heard the strong sound of fear, but you laughed out loud and ran around your apartment, actually screaming this time.
‘Wow, I’m really excited. Yeah, definitely! Where are you going?’
‘I was thinking of going to Gangnam Myeonok, but only if you want to.’ Your heart soared, and your head was in the clouds. The smile on your face was growing by the second, and you raced around, trying to get an outfit ready for tomorrow.
‘That sounds great. My heart is going so fast, I can’t wait to see you.’ Even though the voice was in your head, you were positive your soulmate could hear the tremors in your voice.
‘Are you nervous?’ His voice slowed your heart, and made you calm down, but it still pounded in your ears.
‘A little, you?’
‘Without a doubt … but I’m excited.’
That night, you didn’t sleep a wink. You knew the effects it would have, but you just couldn’t will yourself to close your eyes. They were dry and kind of painful when you woke up, but that’s the price you paid for staying up all night.
On the train ride over to the noodle shop, you were fidgeting around everywhere and got several stares. The weird looks didn’t faze you though, because you didn’t notice them. You were too busy thinking about the man you were about to meet.
You were outside the small shop, waiting for the well-known voice to ring out loudly in your head. Your head turned on a swivel, in turn, your hair whipped around. People looked at you, wondering why you were shaking your head like a dog.
‘I’m here, where are you?’ There was a small trace of disappointment hidden in your voice as you slowed your head and looked down to the ground, shuffling your feet.
‘I’m here too. Where are you?’ The voice was thunderous as it echoed through your mind. It was so loud it made you stumble, and you felt people’s stares boring into you from in and outside the store. You looked over your shoulder at a tall man, who looked to be in his early twenties. He had his hood up, and a face mask on, but seemed to be searching for someone whilst hiding in the crowd.
‘I think I found you.’ The man shook his head and touched a finger to his ear, as if he was trying to control the volume of his hear. Your heart began to race again, and you told him where you were. It was kind of sad that you had tell him you were standing alone outside of a popular noodle shop.
His eyes found yours, and you waved to him, smiling. He moved closer, and stood next to you. Your hand found his and you intertwined your fingers.
Your short stature was nothing compared to his six foot frame, but you glanced up at him and he grinned down at you. His face was still covered with the face mask, and you reached to pull it down. Reluctantly, he let you, and when it was all the way off his face, you froze. The tips of your fingers had turned ice cold, and your eyes widened to the size of saucers.
he laughed, and it was music to your ears. You wanted to tell him that, but you were frozen, your hand still right next to his face.
“Hello, soulmate.” His words broke you out of your trance, only for you to fall right into another one. You launched yourself at him, and encircled your arms tightly around his neck, clinging to his upper body.
“Hi,” you breathed into the crook of his neck.
“Wonwoo! Wonwoo! We need to go! S.Coups wants us back at the
—” a loud voice shouted from behind you two, “back, back! Go back!” You let go of your newly-found soulmate’s neck, and turned to see a tiny man with a giant. You immediately recognized them as Mingyu and Jihoon. Mingyu’s hands were frantically waving as the rest of Seventeen was shuffling out of sight. You laughed, and Wonwoo glanced guiltily down at you.
“Well, this’ll be a story to look back on,” Wonwoo chuckled, as all of the other members were trying to find hiding spots, and shoving each other out of the way.
“They know we can see them, right?” You asked, looking up at him, fingers still knit together.
“Probably not.” Your smile grew and you scrunched your nose as you walked over to them, Wonwoo in tow.
“Hi, I’m (Name). It’s nice to meet all of you,” you laughed, waving to all of the young men, hiding behind bushes and trees.
“Oh, hey, (Name). How’s your aunt?” Wonwoo’s voice sounded from behind you. Again, you froze, and slowly turned your body to him. You were sure your face was a mix between a grin and a grimace.
“Oh, um, she’s … okay. Y’know, all of those cats keep her company,” you replied.
“You’re not the best at lying, are you?” Wonwoo asked, eyes narrowing slightly.
“Not at all.” He wrapped an arm around you tightly, his sweater-clad arm encircling your shoulders perfectly.
“Don’t worry. It’s good to know for later,” he chuckled, leaning to give you an almost nonexistent peck on the cheek.
I've never read any X-men comics, but Cyclops and Gambit are my favorite from the cartoon that used to air back in the 90s. Which leads to my question...what was Cyclops right about?
In it’s most basic form, it refers to whose side a person chose during the war between the X-Men & Avengers. This was a Marvel Comics event that took place in 2012, and set the stage for the current dynamic (Marvel NOW era) of the universe.
The face-off between Steve Rogers and Scott Summers, didn’t magically will itself into existence. It was the culmination of almost a decade’s worth of stories. The Marvel Universe is a grand tapestry of wonder. Individual, but interconnected pieces, each playing a role in the design of this epic. In order to properly understand the conflict between these two men, you need to understand the world that led them to that moment in time.
Hi I love your metas... I read your meta of yhe differences between Caroline and Elena with Stefan w/o humanity anf how Caroline didn't try or really fight for Stefan like Elena did but what about the differences between Stefan without humanity with Caroline and with Elena? Can you write a meta about it... I think even without humanity Stefan acted very different with each.
The differences between Stefan without humanity with Caroline and Stefan without humanity with Elena.
Honestly, what strikes me as the major difference is that with SE, Stefan Without Humanity was still more emotional than when he was Without Humanity during SC.
3x06 and 8x09 parallel each other as does 3x07 and 8x10 because in 3x06/8x09 Stefan is antagonizing Elena and Caroline respectively
and 3x07/8x10 he’s locked up in an attempt for people to get through to him
but in 3x06 and 3x07, I find Stefan more emotionally responsive and tethered to Elena whereas with Steroline, I found him to be quite unmoved.
Even though Stefan ends up insulting Elena at the end of this stare, it’s not a blank, emotionless, you’re pathetic gaze, there’s something there.
In 3x07 when Elena tells him that she still has hope, he almost looks ashamed of his behaviour:
when Caroline explains that she’s still there, Stefan actually looks inconvenienced:
when Stefan mentions how he thought Caroline would’ve left by now
I do think there’s a glimmer of hmm, she’s still here but with Elena, there’s more of an emotional almost desperate response and he continues speaking and mentions her tragic future as if telling her, “I don’t want this for you”:
When Caroline lectures him
he appears genuinely bored
but with Elena
it’s clear she’s triggering something and he can’t have a poker face for at least a fleeting moment, his humanity flickers through:
With Stelena, I don’t think their emotional chemistry ever dissipates.
If Hux being the opposite of Kylo is also the case when it comes to dedication to his cause, then this could also be what is considered tragic. Look at Kylo who is so conflicted about his involvement with the Dark Side (and the First Order by extension). Thus, the opposite is a zealous and confident belief in supporting the First Order. This matches Hux’s behavior in TFA perfectly. Perhaps Hux’s unwavering belief that his actions are right is even more tragic than our antihero’s our villain, Kylo’s inner turmoil. Kylo is deciding between two paths that he understands well. He knows both sides. He knows why the Resistance and the New Republic view the fragments of the Empire and it’s offshoot group, The First Order, as evil. He also knows why the First Order sees the New Republic as an illegitimate government founded on terrorism. Hux, on the other hand, only has the First Order view fully engrained and sees the First Order’s murderous actions as completely justified. This can indeed be tragic in itself, because younger characters are more often portrayed in media as being flexible and open-minded and not completely set in their ways like Hux. However, the consistent contrast between Hux and Kylo could also be telling us that Kylo is not the main villain of the trilogy and Snoke or Hux or someone new will be filling those shoes. Then again, we can view the paths that led Kylo and Hux to where they are now as tragic in different ways, and the writers could be merely trying to depict tension and division in the First Order’s leadership. We can only wait and see if more of Hux's "tragic" backstory will be revealed or if we only have a tragic future to observe for one or both of the antagonist rivals in the next two episodes.
The Neighbor’s Notes follows the intersecting lives of Velvet Spicer: a shop manager and baker with an unfortunate aversion to using her own imagination; Estelle Stout: a witch and writer with a large, bleeding heart, and Gregory K. Fray: a seer with a passion for dark beer and a frustrating inability to accept the past. Motivated by the sudden knowledge of a tragic future, Velvet is forced to escape the safety of her kitchen for a magical, dangerous journey. Joined by her powerful friend Estelle and (reluctantly) her ex-boyfriend Gregory, Velvet must confront the uncomfortable realities of all of their lives—before it’s too late.
summary: after a fight with his father, dabi seeks comfort in tomura.
warning: aftermath of physical child abuse; description of wounds
The rain gently
knocks against his window and so Tomura doesn’t realize the soft ‘plinks’ of
tiny stones colliding with the glass. A gloved hand reaches up to rub at his
eyes, sleep still numbing his mind. He halts, waiting, trying to see if maybe
he simply imagined the sounds – but there they were again, insisting. Tomura
glides out of bed and tiptoes over the cold floor to the window. Even in
the dull light of the street lamps, he immediately makes out Dabi’s form, tips
of black hair pushing up from underneath a dark hoodie. He stares up at Tomura,
his face covered in the night’s darkness.