establishes [Natasha Romanova] as being raised from early childhood by the U.S.S.R.’s “Black Widow Ops” program, rather than solely by Ivan Petrovitch. With other young female orphans, she is trained in combat and espionage at the covert “Red Room” facility. There, she is biotechnologically and psycho-technologically enhanced.
No, self, no, you are not going to write a fic in which Anya Lehnsherr gets picked up by this program after the fire. No. No.
arrived in England this morning. Staying at my aunt’s house, my dad’s sister. So far it’s been a good day.
I’ve been awake since 3pm England time yesterday (10am Toronto time), so I’m ridiculously tired. Drank two cups of coffee on the plane (red-eye flight) and one cup of coffee just a little while ago, and that seems to be keeping me awake. Coffee has a pretty big effect on me. Planning to stay awake till nighttime here so that I can have a decent sleep schedule.
my aunt’s got two sons, one 7 year old and one 19 year old. So far we’ve basically just played a ton of video games (Sonic and Mario at the London Olympics, Call of Duty, LoX: Twilight Princess, Mario Kart…) and also this game called… actually I can’t remember, but it’s not a video game and it’s actually pretty fun despite the simple set up.
also got to see some other cousins on both my mum’s and dad’s side. Tomorrow I’ll be trying on a salwar khameez that my mum’s sister has for me to wear for Eid (popular opinion that it’s going to be on Sunday). If it doesn’t fit, we get to go on a shopping trip.
tonight we’re having chicken wraps for dinner. Tomorrow we start fasting again since our travels are over. They break their fast about 10 minutes after we do in Canada, and their sehri (suhoor) is about an hour earlier, so it shouldn’t be too bad.
if mommy has red hair and daddy has blonde hair why is mine brown
[Thanks to this ask, the FS family now has 3 children. At least this one has a name.]
Zana looked over to Tristan, still small and young and standing on a chair to mix cookie dough with her. Big gold eyes were looking at her, waiting for her answer. She supposed it was a good question. Not only did she have red hair and Ed have blond hair, but even his siblings had red and gold hair. She smiled softly, lifting a hand to ruffle his messy mousy brown hair.
“Well, Papa’s mom had brown hair, and Granddad has dark brown hair, so that’s probably where you get it from. It’s something to do with genes, I think, but if you want that explanation, you’ll have to ask Papa when he gets home,” she answered as she went back to mixing her own bowl of cookie dough.