#continuity error

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Continuity Error 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you are the resident tech and fly on the wall, until you’re not. (short!reader)

Characters: Thor, this reader is known as Stormie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

The floor is quiet. The leadership meeting typically offers a respite from the usual buzz. You go through your task list, checking off each, checking in on those of other techs you're waiting on. Always a delay, always an excuse.

As you weave through your work, the conference room lets out. You check the clock, surprised at how early it is. It's usually at least forty minutes longer. Too bad.

There's a murmur across the room and you can't help but be irked by the low baritone creeping through the air. You glance over as Mr. Odinson speaks with a woman who used to work a few desks down. She looks agitated as he can barely look at her.

To your chagrin, he's watching you. She pulls his attention back before you can react. You quickly turn back to your screen. He probably wasn't looking at you.

His voice continues to pervade the space as it so often does. You peer over at two figures looming around the conference room door. One you know, Odinson's brother. A gloomy man without much consideration for others.

You get up and cross the space. You're overwhelmed by all the sudden activity and people who don't belong. There's still a ruckus sounding from the meeting room. Of course those in charge don't abide a tight schedule. You don't envy the PAs and their babysitting jobs.

You go into the break room. You have your thermos but you just need space. You're relieved to find it empty and exhale. You could do your job from home, for the most part. No one listens. No one hears.

"Ah, there she is. The woman I'm in need of," Odinson's voice has you spinning to face him.

You give a tight-lipped expression as you resist an all out scowl, "sir, I was just going back to my desk--"

"I've a more important task at hand," he interjects. You're not much of a talker, but you're not overly fond of being spoken over.

"Oh, sir, I have a task list--"

"Bah, some intern can see to maintenance," he waves off with his large hand. "This is much more intriguing."

You're not interested. Excitement is not for you. You keep things orderly, predictable, safe. You don't show your agitation and merely nod.

"Alright, but I do have some projects--"

"Not buts. Come. Get your bag."

You hesitate. "My bag?"

"Yes, we must hurry," he claps his hands and you flinch. "I'm already behind. Those meetings always do go overly long."

He bounces on his heel and turns, strutting out without further argument. Oh boy. This can't be good. Most days, you rarely leave your desk. A bathroom break here or there, maybe to get some water, but you avoid anything more. Even when there are donuts in the breakroom. The sugar just makes you sleepy.

You cautiously go back out to your desk and sit. You're a bit shocked. Can't he find someone else? There are a dozen techs who would be slathering to be his lap dog. You're certain whatever he has in mind hardly requires IT. One of his manager buddies could sort him out.

You calmly shut down your computer and tuck your thermos in your bag. It doesn't feel right. Packing up this early. It makes your ears itchy. This isn't how it goes. This isn't what you were ready for today.

"Come, let us go," Odinson reappears as he checks his watch.

"Sir," you stand and take your jacket, folded neatly over the back of your chair. You hook your bag over your other shoulder. "How long--"

"So curious. Let's face our adventure head on," he insists as he ushers you ahead of him.

You're glad your back is to him as you lead him between the other desks, though you aren't happy for the prying glances. The flirty temps and the gossipy seniors are all watching. From the outside, this must look rather strange. You doubt any of these people even recognise you.

You step into the elevator and as he gets on, you swear he makes it dip before the doors close. He turns to stand side by side with you, close even as no one else joins you. A man his size must make most spaces seem cramped. He taps the button down to the parking garage. You scrunch up your mouth.

"Sir, is this the Harriford office again? I thought Scott--"

"Ah, you have so many questions. Consider it a special assignment," he explains. "I will be sure a premium is added to your next cheque."

"Sir," you begin.

"Please, Thor, as I prefer it. It is only just us, after all."

How could you forget? Just you and him. You sink into resignation with the descent of the elevator.

As the compartment stops at the bottom, he waves you out first. You stop just outside the doors as you are disoriented by the large garage. He brushes your lower back and points across the lot. You shift away from his touch.

He leads you over to his car. A luxury car in a regal red. He opens the door for you and you chew down your anxiety. You get in the seat and search for the belt, finding it at an awkward angle that has you twist to reach it it. He gets in the driver's side and sighs. His legs are too long even as his seat is pushed much further back than your own.

"Ah, little one," he says as he starts the engine with the push of a button, "did I mention that blouse is rather... pretty."

You frown and look down. Beige and brown stripes. Not exactly Vogue material. Thrifted and unstained. Your standard.

Your shoulders rise and inch, "thank you, sir."

He grips the wheel and backs out, so fast you grip the door, hugging your bag in your other arm. He swoops around and redirects, speeding through the rows and slamming his brakes as he swerves around. He's an awful driver.

He comes to the ramp and you're pushed into the seat as he revs up into the sunlight. You suppress a groan. He's just as reckless as you would expect.

"Never fear, little one, I would not let you get hurt," he assures you and chuckles. "Isn't it nice to get out of the office?"

No. You just breathe and keep a tight hold on the door. The few responses you can think of aren't appropriate. You can only hope that this is a quick job.

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

It really bugs me when a fandom tries to come up with Watsonian answers to continuity errors when the Doylist answer is just that the writer made a mistake. That's it. There's no canonical solution, there's no in-universe justification, the writers just messed up. One line from season 10 contradicts a line from season 2 because season 2 aired 8 years earlier and had different writers and it wasn't considered an important enough line to codify as part of series continuity. Creators aren't fanboys of their own work. They don't obsess over minute details like that, it's just a job for them. Some showrunners might plant hints, but I assure you that the vast majority of plot holes/retcons are just mistakes because pobody's nerfect.

I understand that part of the fun of fandom is geeking out over content like this, but I think it's important to take a step back and acknowledge that sometimes things aren't going to be 100% internally consistent. You can have fun and speculate about the implications of a continuity error, but don't bend over backwards to try and make it make sense. I don't understand people who can only enjoy a show if every aspect perfectly slots into every other aspect with no room for human error.

[tinkerbitch69]

Guys, remember when the tenth doctor got irradiated in Smith and Jones and moved all the radiation into his left foot and then expelled it from his body into his shoe?

Wasn’t this the same doctor that died of y’know…

FUCKING RADIATION POISONING???!!!

[ride-thedragon]

HOTD Costume Continuity.

This is my favourite inconsistency in the show. Nothing makes less sense and it's my favourite thing.

So this show is notorious for strange costuming. Whether that be mischaracterisations or tying character outfits to relationships rather than have it be a representation of the characters, it's frustrating as a fun having theorist but incredible as someone who loves costumes.

Typically in productions they'd have someone track the continuity of the costumes to ensure these inconsistencies don't occur but because house of the dragon is a money laundering scheme (a joke, don't sue me), they didn't have one or that person was really bad at their job.

Examples:

1. Alicent with 2 kids in 5 years.

This is one of the better examples because they keep the dress and the accessories, but they do change her hair. To signal the length of time, the first one is her marriage announcement. By the second one, Aegon and Helaena are already born.

2. Jace and Luke have a style.

This one is incredibly funny because they have two sets of actors for the same characters in the same outfit. They made the same outfit twice for younger and older variations of the characters. Also, I don't know why they had to be this matchy matchy. Joff could not care less about their agenda, my sweet prince.

3. Corlys,I'm sorry

They had this man in the same doublet and belt combination for 20 years. Daemon was still heir, and Rhaenyra was crowned Queen in the time they kept Corlys in this outfit. The richest man in Westeros.

4. Alicent again.

This one is less funny, They had her change her outfit to have dinner, then change her outfit to meet with the council and Rhaenys to change back into the same outfit to crown Aegon.

Changing course to the days at a time arguement.

1. Alicent 1.

That's her speaking to her father before he departs, speaking to Larys in the garden and confronting Rhaenyra in the garden after the day. The styling stays exactly the same, unfortunately.

2. Alicent 2.

They have her in this outfit for days. Even after the tourney.

3. Rhaenyra 1 and 2.

Now the 1st one is a 6 year time jump, and the second is 5, but my issue is why would Rhaenyra at 14 wear the same dress as Rhaenyra at 19. Also, the red dress happens back to back episode wise.

4. Rhaena and Helaena.

I'll say that Baela might be their favourite young girl because she never wears an outfit more than once a day. Rhaena and Helaena do, though.

So they do it a lot. These aren't all the examples, I just refuse to focus on men and think that this is funny.

[ochretreemoss]

Stranger Things 4, what kept me up at night

I am rewatching the fourth season because why not, and it's bringing back a lot of demons I had. I loved many thing in ST4, but many things also annoyed me to no end. We got the continuity errors, like Robin's bangs in that one scene, but then we got my personal trio of antagonists that kept me from rewatching the season for a long time.

The Never-Ending-Bucket-Pulling

At the beginning of this scene, Joyce is pulling the bucket at the top of the branch. Now, using your full arm lengh, this should take 5-6 pulls, maybe 7. When we arrive at the first image, we are 5 seconds in, and already three pulls. At the second image we are 10 seconds in, and seven pulls, the bucket is nearly at the top, then dead ass we get four more pulls. What do you mean? We were one pull away from the branch why are we doing more pulls? Then we cut to the kids and their mother, Joyce is out of the screen but we can guess she's still pulling (I did not count those in since we can't see her doing them). The we get to the last picture, 15 seconds in, and the bucket is halfway there ? HUH? it was already halfway there at 5 second in and it took her 10 more seconds to get the bucket halfway there?? Keep in mind that she kept on pulling during those 10 seconds.

It took her 3 pulls to get halfway there, then from the beginning of the third image to the end of this never-ending-bucket-pulling, it took her 2-3 pulls, so overall, Joyce took 5-6 pulls to get this bucket at the top, and like 8 seconds, so why tf did we get 10 more seconds and 7-8 more pulls than needed in the middle of it all to get it up there?

Newton can fuck off

This one makes me mad. Do I have to explain? The disrespect for the basic physic laws? Please don't make me.

I don't care if it's Sci-Fi, ST takes place on earth, the same earth with the same gravity, and the same laws of Force as our earth, this has been established through out the entire serie. Yes there is a second dimention, but the second dimention answers to the same laws of gravitation and force and shit as the first dimention, the portals between the two are just like cuts between the cloths of space and time, nothing more, nothing less. The Gravity. Stays. The. Same.

The first image is totally possible, if, and only if, the exact same mass of sheets is on one side and the other. Let me show you in maths. Left will always be Upside Down, right will always be the Real World. MS = Mass of Sheets. G = gravity (of UD and RW). NameS = Somebody's strengh applied to one or the other side.

First image is this ; MS x Gud = MS x Grw. The two same garvities are opposites, so they maintain the sheets in place. Imagine two humans, with the exact same strengh pulling on one side and the other of a rope, the rope would not move.

Second image, now I'm getting angry ; MS x Gud + RobinS =/= MS x Grw. The two are simply not equal. The sheets aren't heavy enough for Robin to not be able to pull them towards her, if she could pick them up from the ground, so 'fight' one gravity, she can pull them down from the other ground, so 'fight' the other gravity. Plus she got the force of the Gup with her. So she sould just have to pull a tiny bit on the sheets, so that there's more MS on one side than the other, and then the whole thing would just come falling right down. Her pulling with her whole strengh and them simply not moving is not possible.

Third image ; siiiiiiiight. MS x Gud + Robin'sWholeFuckingBody =////////= MS x Grw. No. No, just fucking no. There is no one on the other side pulling the sheets towards them to add a force to the RW side so that the sheets don't move. There is nothing. This is not possible, and every time I see it on my screen I get rationally angry. Respect the laws you have established, you hypocrite.

You don't want to respect Newton's Laws ? That's fine. Then don't established them as real and accurate in the world you have created for 4 seasons straight, only to break them out of nowhere. Espessially when you can fix it all with one simple trick : you tie them. Anything, a door handle, a window, something from one side to the other that cannot be move when a human pulls on it.

The lights

I simply did not buy that. Since the beginning the lights get weird when someone or something walks past it, or a supernatural being uses their powers. When there's a disruption in the fields of space and times. No one extended their arms when walking past the lamps of the UD, they just walked past it and the lights on the RW got weird. Now, if the lights got even weirder, if they shone even brighter when touching the glitters then when simply walking past it, then yeah why not, but no, their weird-state doesn't change whether they just walk past it or directly disrupt the glitters, so what's the point? also we never saw those glitters, and we saw many lamps in the upside down throughout the seasons.

I still love many things, The Nina storyline is great, Max's and Lucas' too, Hopper's as well. I got beef with the Mike-Will-Jonathan-What'sHisName's story line, and I cannot stand how the whole Joyce-Murray story line isn't serious one bit, these two are just clown-characters at this point, Murray's dialogues are jokes over jokes and Joyce always gotta make funny faces in the back ground.

That's it, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

[right-hand-of-the-black-sand]

Going over Two To Tangle again reminded me of a continuity error that I find kinda humorous.

When we first see Aladdin shackled to the table when Mozenrath's explaining his scheme to him, you can see the cuffs are holding him right at his elbows. This allows Aladdin to raise his forearms a few times.

Then the next time we see the cuffs, they're holding Aladdin to the table at his wrists. ...Or at least around his wrists, since it's a bit difficult to tell with the way it's drawn.

When we get the shot of both Mozenrath and Aladdin cuffed to the tables, Aladdin's held down by his wrists while Mozenrath is held just above that area. ...Which confuses me a bit, since Moze is notably taller than Aladdin. Maybe the guy just has very long arms.

I get that it's a continuity error, but I like to think that Al did something that we couldn't see that made Moze go "That's it. Your arm privileges are revoked."

[jhsharman]

Fashion Fiasco

And what is hot and new in 1993 versus 1998 –

Yeah. I don’t think the 1993 outfit passes school dress code muster. I am left with a question – the shirt does not have a back on it?

A bit of a continuity error here, as they could not decide in 1993 whether to leave Veronica’s shirt on.

Fixed in post.

21st Century Recoloring Update:

[btheleaf]

!!Continuity error!!

Oogi before Tenzin leaves the temple to go to the city

Oogi arriving to the city council headquarters two scenes later

Idk I just like noticing this stuff.

Anyone else got any good ones?

[thetoastmastergeneral]

Just watched The Buccaneers 2x03 and I refuse to believe someone who can make marshmallows from scratch, by hand, and (probably) without a candy thermometer is THAT bad of a cook.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Continuity Error 1

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you are the resident tech and fly on the wall, until you're not. (short!reader)

Characters: Thor, this reader is known as Stormie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

Everything is neat and tidy and separate. Like everything in your life. The bento box divides rice from even slices of grilled chicken, another unit of edamame and some greens in a section of their own. Right on top of your desk with the pen cup of black pens only and the organizer with post-its sorted by colour and size, along with a tin of mint and a single notebook. Orderly.  

Unlike the rabble around you. The office is chaos. It’s noisy. It’s annoying. 

It’s not where you wanted to be in life but you never really figured out the alternative. You just try to get by. Wake up, go to work, do your job, go home, eat. Everything is precise and routine. You don’t miss a beat. Just keep going. 

That day is no different than the ones before. Fefe makes eyes at Mr. Odinson as he walks in with one of his clients. They’re all the same. Sometimes you suspect they aren’t there for business with the way they chat up the assistants. It’s not your concern; you only care when they open a spam link or forget to plug in their monitor. Work is simple. 

You mind business and people mind theirs. They don’t remember you’re there until they need help. They don’t make small talk. You don’t either. What good is that? Just wasting time when you can fix their problem in less than a minute. You learned your lesson when that guy in the glasses keep winking. 

You chew your chicken. You forgot lemon juice in your sauce. A rare oversight. 

You take small bites. A bite of chicken. Then rice. Then edamame. And finally greens. It’s a parade of flavours. You keep the order; chicken, rice, veg... 

When you finish, you get up with the lid and reusable cutlery, stacked on top of the container, and go to the break room to rinse it all out. You take your tip; washing each corner and crevice. You dry the pieces thoroughly and put it all back together. 

“That’s an interesting container,” a deep voice startles you from the doorway. 

You turn as you click the lid firmly into place. You put the container against your chest, hiding it. It’s him. The big burly blond that runs the floor. You wiggle your nose. A compulsion you have yet to unlearn. 

“Sir.” 

“May I see?” He asks. 

As he comes closer you tense up. You don’t like people touching your stuff. You’ll have to resanitize it all and your hands. 

“Unless you’d rather I not,” Mr. Odinson relents and stops a few feet from you, “I only came for a top up.” 

He doffs his mug. The stains of his early brew still around the brim. He goes to the sink and rinses it out. He doesn’t scrub or soap it before he wipes it dry quickly and puts it on the tray of the single-serve machine. That’s exactly why you don’t touch the coffee station. You bring a thermos with cinnamon tea; it keeps warm all day long. 

You nod and head for the door.  

“Are you the replacement?” He asks. “I recall you looking much different.” 

You stop and shake your head, “tech, sir.” 

“Ah, yes, I remember now. The one in the corner,” he says as he clucks and squints at the selection of boxes. “Would you a recommendation?” 

You waver. You just want to go to your desk. Your nose twitches again. 

“I don’t drink coffee.” 

“Tea? My brother is preferential to it as well.” 

You’ve dealt with his brother. Down a few floors. Not very pleasant but asks a lot less questions. 

You nod. He looks at you and brushes his fingertips along his golden beard. He’s a very large man but you suppose next to you, anyone is. 

“I should go back to my desk.” 

“And who says so? I am the boss, so far as I know,” he muses. 

You pause before you can flee. Your nose wiggles. His blue eyes catch on the movement. You stare back, unsure what to do. 

“Hm, this Colombian roast looks interesting,” he plucks out a pod. You stand there blankly. You don’t like this. He’s making you feel dumb. He’s getting in the way of your routine. “Are you available to have a look at my computer? It seems I’m having some error with the secure connection. That is, if you can make time for me?” 

As the machine grinds loudly to push your shoulders back. “It is my job, yes.” 

“Perfect, go ahead and wait for me in my office,” he says coolly, his focus on the spout. 

You retreat through the door and flit over to your desk. You open your drawer and shove the container in your bag. You turn and look over at his office door. You slowly make your way between the desks toward it.  

You pause across from the name placque on the door and glance over as Sierra watches you. You cross and push the handle down. You enter warily. You leave the door open and near his large desk. You go around and roll his chair aside. You hate touching other peoples’ things; you prefer to remote in. 

You stand as you wake up the computer. You step back and wait. It’s locked. That’s good. You shouldn’t leave your device accessible. 

Odinson enters with a waft of coffee. He smiles at you and your nose scrunches. “You will need to sign in and you can show me the problem.” You step back. 

He comes around the desk and sets the cup down carelessly. A splash overflows the brim and leaks onto the desk, the coaster forgotten by his mousepad. He pulls his chair closer and sits in it heavily, the wheels squeaking. 

It takes him several tries to login as his thick fingers are almost too big for the keys. When he’s in, he clicks around. You watch him bring up the server portal. He types again. 

“Sir,” you say. “The two-factor authentication requires you to confirm on a secondary device. You need to type in sms and it will send a passcode to your phone or whatever else you’ve set up with the system.” 

“Ah!” He snaps his fingers. “I knew it would be obvious. Clever rabbit.” He pops his index up. 

“Problem solved,” you say and check your watch. Lunch is over. 

“Thank you,” he beams. 

You leave him without another word. You find it hard to believe he was locked out when the security protocol has been in place for well over a year. He needs it every day so why is it suddenly an issue? You shrug. 

Like you said, problem solved. You can go back to your corner. 

[catandgirlcomic]

Hobgoblins.

[alice-the-demon]

Waiiiit.. Hell Snakes can't feel love, right? But can they have demons/others and they like/care about? Like, someone who praises them a lot and treats them great (cough, Lucifer and Pravus, cough) they shouldn't be able to like them, right? Or does it work differently?

Uuuuuh...

Oh, that's just great, you just created a continuity error, you idiot. This is what happens when you don't double check your works, if you keep this going no one will take your stories seriously anymore. Now think of an excuse, you dumbass, THINK OF ANYTHING WITH THAT STUPID HEAD OF YOURS, DON'T JUST LEAVE THEM HANGING AND GIVE THEM A PROPER ANSWER!!

Uuuuuh... P-Pravus makes exceptions with Lucifer. Y-Yeah, that's totally the reason why.

[crazyhickofftheirrocker]

This is how pedantic I am about Coronation Street continuity:

2018 kidney storyline: Daniel brings grapes along while visiting Carla in the hospital and Peter laughs at him because Carla actually doesn't like grapes and she very gently soothes his bruised ego but confirms that he's right and she's not a fan.

2025 kidney storyline: Ryan brings grapes along while visiting Carla in hospital and she just happily devours them 🤣🤣

I mean, if Lisa was any indication, her tastes do change but this is still stuck in my head. Don't know why I even remembered that hospital scene she's in them nearly every other week🙈

[crystalsword]

I love “Journey to Babel,” but I will always be annoyed that the writers made Kirk have to be informed that Sarek and Amanda were Spock’s parents. Are you telling me that Captain Jim Kirk didn’t know something like that? I’d argue that this is a continuity error because Kirk knew about Spock’s human mother in an earlier episode “This Side of Paradise” and, in the same episode, Spock says that his father is an ambassador. Even taking that episode away, and arguing that the information was somehow not in Spock’s personnel records, you can’t possibly claim that Captain Kirk didn’t get files on everyone onboard to review. Especially when he’s transporting people for a major diplomatic conference. And again, even if there was no mention in their records, it’s not like there are many Human/Vulcan marriages. The writers had Kirk make that comment so that Spock could reveal the information to the audience. They should have had another character’s comments be the catalyst for that discovery.

[doctorwhohugh]

Continuity errors in Doctor Who

I'm curious, what continuity errors do you notice in Doctor Who? Someone asked me the other day "What movie mistake is so glaringly obvious that you're surprised it made it into the final cut?", and my response was "Not sure about films, but I can name about 20 different continuity errors from Doctor Who alone".

[levinea-yuuki]

The fact that the rest of the Ice Age movies did not have Manny wearing the necklace on his tusk, and did not make it a plot point for why he was so protective of his daughter later, still irks me to no end.