#Best inventor

[iknowwhatimdoinghehe]

Nikola Tesla holding a lightbulb in Colorado Springs. Testing electrical conductivity through the ground.

[frankcastiglione]

GLEN POWELL ↳The Best Man's Ghost Writer interview for Screen Rant [x]

[crossdressingdeath]

Varric: But being a leader isn't about having all the answers yourself: It's about knowing who does.

See, this is why I really don't understand those posts whining about how Rook isn't the coolest member of the Veilguard and everyone else has much more useful skills and whatnot. Rook may not necessarily be the fastest or strongest or smartest member of the team, but what they do have is the ability to make plans, improvise when those plans go wrong, inspire their allies, earn their trust and love, encourage them to work together and put aside their differences, and use each one of them to the fullest extent of their abilities to further the team's goals. A leader doesn't have to have all the answers or be the best fighter or have the most interesting and detailed backstory (hell, you really don't want that last point for the PC of an RPG), they have to be able to lead. The best fighter or cleverest trickster in the world is useless in a position of authority if they can't use that authority effectively without alienating their allies. And Rook ultimately is able to lead, probably better than anyone else on the team could, because that's where their skillset lies. People really need to get rid of this idea that the role of The Leader automatically goes to whoever's "coolest". It's not a reward, it's an incredibly demanding job that for best results has to go to whoever is best suited to carry it out. Rook doesn't have the flashiest skills, but they do have the skills required to lead well and win loyalty, and for the leader of a team like this that is infinitely more important.

[bleue-flora]

Something I think about a lot actually is how Sam accidentally killed Dream when he found him in the hole and how Quackity never accidentally killed Techno or Dream. For Techno, he could have just had the stream pulled up and been paying attention but what about for Dream? Like in order for Dream to have half a heart when Sam comes that means he had no food to heal and Quackity left him at perfectly half a heart somehow knowing he couldn’t hit him again. So, I always wondered if maybe Dream shared his screen through discord or something for Quackity to see during the torture sessions or if there were certain actions or words in his pleading that queued Quackity in that he’s low health… Sadly, despite having watched Quackity’s visit scenes many times, I haven’t cracked the code if there is one since it’s not like I can see Dream’s health either…

So along the same lines I wonder if him throwing the potato at the beginning [post] was him letting Quackity know he was mute or something…

[taldigi]

In Nomine Celestia, Alicornae

[monaetheworldsdestroyer]

I would like to thank you, with the fullest sincerity, for initiating the "Pathetic Erik Lehnsherr" tag

I hope to contribute someday and watch as others follow in your footsteps <3

↑ me rn

THIS IS MY LEGACY NOW. i can't wait for you and other people to follow me and join my empire <3

[addie7]

Can you draw Ivan hugging and kissing Enzo? ❤🧡

Sorry if I asked this at an awkward time

How would you comfort a friend after a breakup?

[saysflora]

forget Ceaser - the Ides of March is about celebrating the anniversary of Bunny Manders making a series of absolutely terrible decisions that will eventually lead to him becoming a partner to the most theatrical criminal mastermind of all time against his better judgment

[lilitaqa]

Max Thunderman: Why He Was Never Meant to Be a Hero or a Villain

As I mentioned, I want to share my idea or simply my thoughts.

So, once I read a fanfic that I'll try to find (I found it, it's Just grab a hold of my hand (I will lead you through this wonderland) by tea_drinking_bitch), and the plot revolves around Max not understanding why he needs to be a hero. (I don't remember very well anymore) but all I remember is the overwhelming sadness that filled this text. In the end, he met a lost girl, took her home, and the girl's mother called him 'her hero'...

It was beautiful....

(He also fixed something in their house, which really helped them since they didn't have to call a repairman/buy a new one).

Because of this event, he finally understood why he needed to be a hero...

But the whole time I was reading, I was mentally screaming, 'You don't have to be a hero for your family! You can be what your soul yearns for!'...

And yes, I cried the entire time I was reading, and for at least 20 minutes after finishing, tears kept welling up in my eyes....

That's when I finally realized completely that the path of a hero doesn't suit him, just like the path of a villain....

I've always seen that the path of an inventor is the best for him, because it's what he truly loves and is passionate about.

You know how he loves his inventions? I'm sure he would have genuinely enjoyed living that life. Although, isn't he living it now? We see him inventing, inventing, and inventing again, and it's obvious he truly enjoys it. So why don't we think that it's as an inventor he's meant to be?

Because he was born into a family of heroes? And based on that, he can only choose two paths....

A hero like everyone in his family, or a villain, which his 'best friend' is clearly pushing him towards.... (I won't talk about the rabbit now, since that's well covered in this post @sunsetcurve).

The 'Hero' profession, it seems to me, is not for him, but he supposedly *has* to be one because he was born into a family of heroes. And he wanted to be a villain only because it was the only alternative for a boy not even 15 years old, who was definitely psychologically influenced (read: manipulated) by an adult villain who was bitter towards his father....

Don't you think Max was meant to be an inventor?

Or am I the only one haunted by these thoughts?

Thank you for your attention. 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

(Adding:

Here I want to explain some thoughts because after re-reading my post, I realized I phrased it a bit inaccurately.

Yes, I re-watched the TV show. Like many noticed, Max's actions when he was a villain from the very beginning resembled more like petty mischief than what a truly malicious character with his genius intellect *could* have done. He was a rebel, like many teenagers his age. And I'm not saying this was just a phase he would grow out of, as his family constantly claimed. I'm saying he didn't *want* to be truly villainous. This isn't the path his kind heart would have chosen. It's just as imposed a path as heroism.

As you probably understood, I belong to the group that believes the 'hero' profession was imposed by his family and their family business. He most likely consciously didn't want to be a hero for his own reasons (I don't remember exactly what they were... Probably due to his family's behavior, but honestly, I don't recall the exact thoughts I had when pondering this. It's about 4 AM as I write this, and my brain isn't working well.). Basically, he didn't want to be a hero. But because he was a child (I honestly don't know how old he was, but we all acknowledge that kids under 14, and sometimes older, don't think clearly. Don't hit me, I'm 16 and I don't think clearly either.) who grew up in a family of heroes, constantly told he *must* become a hero... and then he had his "friend" sitting in a rabbit cage in his room – an inventor who was a supervillain embittered towards his father. And so this friend offered him an alternative path! He could be a supervillain, not a hero! And Max was inspired by this idea.

That, in my opinion, is how Max chose the path of villainy. And this is only *my* vision, it doesn't have to be yours! And when I thought about what path would be best for him, I realized that the path of the Inventor would be the best. He could use his great mind to create countless inventions that would help people not just in one city or country, but in many countries. This kind boy could help so many people in the role of an Inventor that it's beyond words. And in my view, this is the best path for him.

Thanks again for your attention.)

Anyway, I went back to reread the fanfic I mentioned earlier, and while scrolling through the comments, I found a like-minded person. (Below is part of her wonderful comment):

P.S: In my mind, Max is going to therapy and understand that being a super hero or a villain isn’t his way, and he’ll become an inventor for the Hero League, maybe a rocket scientist or a theorical physicist.Phoebe, as a cover career, could be a great magistrate, but… this is for a post on my blog, so, shhht! :) @cpffd

And after reading this, I couldn't resist adding to my post. When I said I wanted to see him as an inventor (scientist), I don’t want him working for the League of Heroes. The League of Heroes in the series is too narrow/specialized to unlock Max’s full potential. Not that he couldn’t work there if he wanted to. But as far as we know from the show, it's secretive, and Max’s inventions—which could help so many people—wouldn’t reach as many if he didn’t operate more... openly (I suppose). And for some reason, I really dislike the League of Heroes. I don’t know why; I’m just left with this weird negative feeling about it.

[arbiterlexultionis]

Shoot for the moon, wind up amongst the Stars

So, obviously Danny loves space. Exploring it, experiencing all it has to offer, being among the first humans to step foot on other worlds, taking off in a rocket on a mission to take one small step for man has been his dream ever sense he was old enough to even know what it meant to dream. Danny is also a Fenton, and regardless of what his grades may say he’s smart, really Really smart. To an absurd degree, even for a Fenton, especially in matters of engineering. Blueprints were his picture books, college textbooks his bedtime stories and his parents old recordings of their Ivy League college engineering courses his Saturday morning cartoons. Even if he didn’t have the actual strength neccisary to do it he practically knew how to pull apart an engine before he had a good enough comprehension the the English language to give a half decent explanation of what an engine is. Each and every part known and understood on the deepest level possible, moving in his mind exactly as they should before he could even spell their names. A six year old Jazz damn near had a stroke when she found her two year old brother that she promised to protect from her parents weird Sci-Ance pulling apart the microwave and figuring out how to use the magnetron to send signals that he could detect on the family computer. By the time Danny was in “real” classes in elementary and moving onto middle school he was more than capable of helping his parents pull apart thrown away technology too piece together wonderful machines, and the only reason he didn’t was because he preferred to work on his own projects(It took Jazz nearly three hours to convince him that taking his homemade 7300 mW laser to school to make Dash stop shoving Tucker into lockers was a bad idea).

One night, Danny’s in phantom form flying through the sky’s of amity starring up into the endless inky black and blue of the night. Taking in the countless new details his enhanced physiology lets see, experience even without the aid of a telescope. Reminiscing about the dream he lost when he lost half his life. Mourning both those losses. Sure, he’s been to space but it’s not the same. He just sheds the pull of gravity and lets himself rise, it’s a magical experience in and of itself but it’s not the same as strapping himself into the spacecraft of his own design and embarking on a journey to the stars. It’s cheating. But it’s not like he’ll ever get the chance to experience the real deal, even if he could pass the physical there’s no way he could make it to NASA now that all his grades were in the toilet. And it’s not like he could achieve it in some other way, random civilians can’t just build spaceships in their basem…..

Danny stops mid air. He thinks. The specter speeder. Jack and Maddie built the specter speeder in their basement. Jack and Maddie built an honest to god spaceship in their basement. It could survive in the vacuum of space and under the weight of the ocean, operate in and out of atmosphere with or without gravity. It was a spaceship in every way that mattered, and they just Built It because they felt like it. And Danny was more than capable of producing technology of a similar level. He could do it, he could build a spaceship with his own two hands and let it carry him to the stars, to his dreams.

Danny’s rushing home before he even realizes he’s moving, a whirlwind around his room gathering up all his old designs, empty blueprints and reference materials. He spends more than an hour in a hyper focused state drawing up a slightly modernized, very Fentonized version of a Saturn V rocket. He’s barely a quarter of the way through the spitballing process of coming up with the design when he realizes he may or may not have over looked a very important part of the whole “screw it, I’ll do it myself” approach to getting to space, materials. There’s a limit to how many resources can go missing from his parents lab and how many charitable donations Vlad can generously(unknowingly) make to the cause before they all notice and start asking questions. So his designs are, unfortunately, put aside for the time being. He is disheartened for a moment, and in an attempt to cheer himself up he reaches for the nearest space themed entertainment he has, a Star Wars comic. The he stops, looks at the freighter on the cover of the comic. A lot of sci-fi ships are pretty small. Small enough to build without getting asked to many questions.

He spends the next several weeks tearing through as much sci-fi comics, movies and TV shows as he can, binge watching YouTube lore videos about Star Wars, Halo and who knows what else. After that, it’s time to get to work.

Weeks later, Lancer is standing on his porch on a nice, quite Saturday morning. It’s a habit he got into years ago, taking in the peace of his small little town in the early hours of the morning before it’s had a chance to wake up and start a ruckus, coming to appreciate and enjoy it even more now that ghost have been causing havoc and partaking in a little bit of bird watching while he’s at it. Slowly taking sips of his still far to hot cup of coffee, he stairs into the sunrise, taking in the countless colors and artfully blended shades. This is it. This is what he loves about his city. The quite beauty of it, so easy to miss and even easier to adore. What he loves about his job, the beauty of a new day, of the future, and all the possibilities it holds. Even if he does far to much work for far to little pay, it will all be worth it if even one of those students he has helped grow and learn go on to become doctors, police and engineers, saving lives and building the prosperous future they all deserve to live in. He breathes in, and then out. He is content.

A black spec appears on the horizon, undoubtably a flock of birds. Excellent. He begins to look through his binoculars, mentally trying to guess what species they’ll be when taking into account the time of year and day. He search’s through the sky for a moment, before going absolutely still. He lowers his binoculars and takes a long, long sip of his still scolding my hot coffee. It burns, he can feel pain, so he’s probably not dreaming. He looks back at the black spec in the distance, takes a long, hard look at it through his binoculars. It is still very much not a flock of birds. His is now 99% positive that it is exactly what it looks like. He breaths in, breathe out. He is no longer content.

Ten seconds later the easily identifiable UFO flys directly over his house, the iconic and extraordinarily loud screech of an imperial TIE fighter following it. His car’s alarm blares, as do the alarms of nearly every other car on the street, which is almost loud enough to mask the sound of alarms going off on the neighboring streets. He turns around, and walks back inside. Stops at the whiteboard he has hung on the wall by the door.

‘Note to self- give Mr. Fenton detention on Monday. P.S. bring a pack of disposable face masks and warn him of the dangers of flying a high tech spaceship where federal agents can look through the cockpit window and see him piloting it.’

At the very least he needs to tint the windows. Maybe make the window a one way mirror, and add some chrome detailing while painting the rest of the craft vanta black? That would surely look. (he glances at the guide to being hip for the unhip he has laying on his counter still open from last nights reading) Sick? Yes, it would surly look sick. He should also probably try and talk him into adding some cameras and such to the thing, that dome window has to have terrible visibility. At least a backup camera so he can parallel park and keep and eye out for any fighters trying to line up shots behind him.

[little-ghostgirl-31]

I think my socials found out I was chronically online and failing, cause why is everything I see on my fyp m@th, b10l0gy, or history

[anonymergremlin]

Angst thought of the day:

While inventor!stalker!reader and P make their way back to the hotel, [Name] stops. They say something while P's back faces them. "Can you promise me something?". He turns around confused but he still nods in agreement. "If I die. Move on please. Keep on living, find your purpose in life and... Just be happy for me. Okay?".

This would be the first time his promise would be a lie. He can't. He... Can't?

[donald-duck-the-best-duck-rp]

Everyone thinks I like Mickey Mouse? You are so wrong, I don't love him at all, I'm still jealous of him because he stole all my glory in this world, and he would be nothing without me and Goofy. He will pay me! Joking aside, Mickey is my friend from Mousetown, but his best friend is Goofy, and I have my Caballeros friends and Gyro. So don't spread the word that Mickey is my boyfriend, because he isn't.

[littleporksausage]

What I should be doing: Studying for the exam I have tomorrow

What I actually did: Clearing out space in my hard drive to download Baldur's Gate 3, in an act of pure hubris

[addie7]

I could continue making it more real if I wanted, more real than that supposed "Trailer" which is actually just a clip, disappointing.

[agentpinesmustdie]

The following is a test of Agency communication lines.

she spy on my liar till i rising pho-