#Quantum Disaster

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[utilitycaster]

we need a druid class themed around the four fundamental forces

[a-wild-things-rambles]

snippets from an abandoned fic of jl meet the authority(im sorry but any fic i plan i never wright its spontaneous only here)

apollo- mids actualy one of our least lethal team members #camra pan to midnighter mid- yea why kill them when you can cripple them and subject them to the hell that is american healthcare :)

#jenny quantum gets out a cig, apollo takes it, cue glaring match #jenny gets out another cig and lights it, apollo puts it out etc.. this goes on for at least 10 minuets as the jl get increasingly concerned

cyborg- you willingly made yourself into a cyborg?? angie- it was for RESEARCH at least i didnt test it on other people and become a mad scientist! shen - you replaced your blood with 9 pints of liquid nano-tec, you passed mad scientist long ago angie- >:(

[petrichorium]

Apparently I had a damn good jingliu planar sphere just sitting in my inventory

[crazy56u]

Welcome to Monday. I can watch it live this week. Go me.

Last time on Quantum Leap: Mystery Cowboy.

And we cut to the Project having a stroke.

Okay, are we fucking doing Evil Leaper Project this week?

Well, fuck, that‘s on the backburner: Ben’s in 1989, doing the original pilot now.

I have never been to a sport’s bar in my life, and I thank every day of my life that I have yet to do so.

Oh boy, the 1989 World Series! Luckily nothing bad happens today!

And I love how Ben automatically remembers what happened today.

Uh oh, the camera’s shaking, things are going fucky!

That guy fucking died.

Or not.

I love that Ben fucking fled down the street instead of doing his own medical shit.

Was that the Breaking Bad RV?

“Okay, so, I just experienced an earthquake, but what the fuck was up with the cowboy?”

“Look, last week was last week, focus on this week. Next week involves ghosts, apparently.”

Ben, push comes to shove, just claim you have a migraine, that’ll explain you not knowing shit.

Leaper X. The only force capable of toppling Jason X.

Calling it now: Janis’ bootleg chamber she was building is a red herring. It’s gonna turn out she couldn’t make it work.

“Wait, you’re saying this Project exists in the future? That NBC renewed the show?” “It’s a shot in the dark, but...”

Press X to Jason 2.0

“Huh, baseball hat... ...do I still have a family?”

[Interruption because of football pool shit]

So, calling it now: By saving Jason, Ben also saves their marriage.

“We got this photo from the Imaging Chamber, totally not a publicity photo.”

Also, I’m pretty sure Ernie Hudson is legitimately disgusted with the Leaper X name and this wasn’t in the script.

We have now reached the point where we are using toys to explain how the show works, I love this.

“I don’t want to scare you, but basically everyone’s alive.”

“Look, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but if I have to scan everyone’s face, it will take a long fucking ti- and it’s already done.”

They fucking bullied Ernie Hudson into saying Leaper X.

Ian, Ziggy didn’t “say” shit, Ziggy has yet to fucking talk.

So, the cause of the conflict was the invention of the telephone. Maybe the cowboys last week were right, and it shouldn’t have caught on.

Ben, you are confusing your not wife by yelling at your to-be wife, stop talking to ghosts.

“Someone is going to tell me what the Hell is going on. Today.” Sucker’s bet.

Plot twist: Ben’s watch isn’t correct.

“Look, I know we have to get our son before the earthquake kills him, but I know you think I made a mistake-” “Why am I remembering yelling at my mom?”

And the camera shook again.

That wasn’t sarcasm. That was legitimately Magic’s backup plan.

“Come in, sir?” “For... what?” “Look, I know something’s going on, and I am a properly paranoid man, I ain’t taking chances.”

Okay, I thought those Tabasco bottles were beer bottles for some reason.

Yeah, America sure is great, luckily nothing bad has been happening for the past several decades. 2022 is just great.[/s]

Also, calling it now: Bootstrap paradox. By going to talk to this guy, he becomes convinced to take part in Project X and leap to cowboy times.

Okay, here’s a suggestion: Go visit Janis. You already know she stole Project-sensitive materials.

“I’m gonna get you out! FUCK THIS WINDSHIELD!”

I choose to believe Ben knows what will happen with the car because of seeing Final Destination.

And the wife is dead.

Oh fuck, Ben yelled his mom into a heart attack, Ben killed his mom.

“Ben, punch her heart if you want her to live.” “(POW!)” “FUCK, OW!”

I love how, to an uninformed outsider, it looks like Ben attacked an unconscious woman, talked to ghosts, and then fled the scene.

[Really getting sick and tired of fucking football.]

“I CAN OUT RUN YOU, TRAUMATIC MEMORIES!”

“Ben, what’s going on?” “(still processing trauma and exhaustion) I’m fine!” “Bitch, you ain’t!”

...they got into a fight over an all-B report card. ... ...fucking Christ, Ben, I am so sorry...

Also, calling it now, this is setting up a future episode.

...what if that is the date Ben is shooting for? The day his mom died?

Okay, once again, putting this out there: Go to Janis. That might be your best bet.

“Wait, what if we caused all of this by investigating him-” “Ian, I already have a headache, drop it.”

Ah, so that’s why Jason died. Because some random asshole.

“OUT OF THE WAY, I’M BEN SONG!”

“He’s just sitting there in shock.” ...damn, what a fucking way to go. Sitting in your recliner as the roof caves in.

And there goes Benny!

“Uh, I’m Mr. Wheeler, I’m good, thanks, bye, don’t be dead.”

For some reason, I thought Ben was going to have another flashback, not... wake up...

Dude almost got crushed to death and blacked out for a few minutes, and he still fucking sprints out of a falling building, Ben Song is the GOAT.

That was the fucking shittiest reflection CGI, oh God...

“Sorry, I just missed this place.” “Well, it’s gone now...”

“Look, I know we almost died, but I FUCKING HATE MOM!”

That is a fucking ballsy ass decision, to use the elevator on the day of an earthquake...

Why are her eyes open so wide? Is she on morphine?

So, by saving their son, they saved all the buildings.

And now the cowboy is calling!

...or Ben is about to rack up a massive phone bill.

I love how Sam had to take three tries to call his dad, and even then that was because Al gave him his last name, while Ben got the phone number on the first try because of pleading, and he immediately leapt out before he could get through on the call.

“I think Ben was trying to leap into the future.” I still say he’s gunning for his mom.

“Old Ben was amazing. But New Ben hit different.”

I love how this how they passed the Bechdel Test.

And Ben leapt into The Exorcist. I fucking can’t wait for next week.

669. Flip it... FLIP IT...

IT FLIPPED, FUCK YEAH, IT’S OFFICIALLY A HALLOWEEN SPECIAL!

Final thoughts: This week was fucking wild, but next week is where it’s at.

[nascentwaves]

In the absence of a 5-star LC for DHIL on my last account, Quantum set reigns supreme.

[simplicius-simplicissimus]

Way of Thinking - Denkweise

Last year we had dinner with a couple we know at a cute restaurant. The future son-in-law of the couple teaches courses in NLP (neuro-linguistic programming) and our acquaintance is also engaged in this interesting topic. People are shaped (programmed) by their diverse experiences: positive as well as negative. These experiences are stored in the subconscious and are decisive for how we think, feel, perceive our environment and act - namely always subjectively and very individually. Our acquaintance used her son-in-law as an example: “A. has no sense for order. If he opens a closet with neatly arranged clothes, he doesn't recognize the order behind them." However, you can reprogram the brain (e.g. through positive experiences that strengthen your self-confidence and attitude towards life) - even by language. The human brain is a phenomenal construct. Yesterday I saw by incident the YouTube video below about the physicist Richard Feynman, in which he also describes exactly this: the different perceptions and ways of thinking of people (his experiment about the personal time sense).

I first came across Richard Feynman in the movie „Infinity“, directed by and starring Matthew Broderick. The movie is based on the second book „What Do You Care What Other People Think?“ from Feynman. The story of the book focuses on Feynman's first wife, Arline, who had been diagnosed with tuberculosis before their marriage. The title of the book is taken from a question she often put to him when he seemed preoccupied with the opinions of his colleagues about his work, thereby echoing his own earlier words to her. She died while Feynman was working on the Manhattan Project (project for the development of the first atomic bomb). While working there, he devotedly cared for his terminally ill wife who was in a hospital nearby. Life-shaping things!

The second time I encountered Feynman was in the movie „The Challenger Disaster“ with William Hurt playing Richard Feynman. There, as a member of the investigation committee, he found out that the sealing rings of the solid fuel rockets no longer fulfilled their function at low temperatures: to seal. At the day of launch, when the Challenger disaster occurred, it was unusually cold. This circumstance then led to the fact that the solid fuel rockets were no longer sealed - and finally to the explosion of the Challenger. NASA knew the problem - but ignored it.

Letztes Jahr waren wir mit einem uns bekanntem Paar in einem schnuckeligen Restaurant zum Essen. Der zukünftige Schwiegersohn des Paares gibt Kurse in NLP (Neurolinguistisches Programmieren) und unsere Bekannte beschäftigt sich ebenso mit diesem interessanten Thema. Menschen sind durch ihre vielfältigen Erfahrungen geprägt (programmiert): durch positive als auch durch negative. Diese Erfahrungen werden im Unterbewusstsein gespeichert und sind entscheidend, wie wir denken, empfinden, unsere Umgebung wahrnehmen und handeln - nämlich immer subjektiv und sehr individuell. Unsere Bekannte führte als Beispiel ihren Schwiegersohn an: „A. hat keinen Ordnungssinn. Macht er einen Schrank mit sauber angeordneten Klamotten auf, dann erkennt er die Ordnung dahinter nicht.“ Man kann das Gehirn jedoch umprogrammieren (z.B. durch positive Erfahrungen, die das Selbstvertrauen und die Lebenseinstellung stärken) - auch durch Sprache. Das menschliche Gehirn ist ein phänomenales Konstrukt. Gestern sah ich rein zufällig obiges Youtube-Video über den Physiker Richard Feynman, in dem er genau dies auch beschreibt: die unterschiedliche Wahrnehmung und Denkweise von Menschen (sein Experiment über das persönliche Zeitgefühl).

Zum ersten Mal bin ich über Feynman im Film „Infinity“ („Eine Liebe für die Unendlichkeit“) von und mit Matthew Broderick gestossen. Der Film basiert auf dem zweiten autobiographischen Buch „What Do You Care What Other People Think?“ („Was schert es Dich, was andere Menschen denken?“) von Feynman. Die Geschichte des Buches konzentriert sich auf Feynmans erste Frau Arline, bei der vor ihrer Heirat Tuberkulose diagnostiziert worden war. Der Titel des Buchs selbst ist einer Frage entnommen, die sie ihm oft stellte, wenn er offenbar mit der Meinung seiner Kollegen über seine Arbeit beschäftigt war, und wiederholte damit seine eigenen früheren Worte an sie. Sie starb, während Feynman am Manhattan-Projekt (Projekt zur Entwicklung der ersten Atombombe) arbeitete. Während seiner Arbeit dort kümmerte er sich auch aufopferungsvoll um seine totkranke Frau im Krankenhaus. Lebensprägende Dinge!

Das zweite Mal stiess ich auf Feynman im Film „The Challenger Disaster“ („Challenger - Ein Mann kämpft für die Wahrheit“), in dem William Hurt den Richard Feynman spielt. Er findet dort als Mitglied der Untersuchungskommission heraus, dass die Dichtungsringe der Feststoffraketen bei niedrigen Temperaturen nicht mehr ihre Funktion erfüllten: abzudichten. Am Tag des Starts, als es zum Challenger-Disaster kam, war es ungewöhnlich kalt. Dieser Umstand führte dann dazu, dass die Festoffraketen nicht mehr dicht waren - und letztlich zur Explosion der Challenger. Die NASA kannte das Problem - ignorierte es aber.

-Simplicius Simplicissimus

[hitoshikokumai]

Transparency and Integrity Wanted

I published “Cloning — Just One Minor Issue for Biometrics” a few days ago. https://www.linkedin.com/feed/update/urn:li:activity:6933264537374638082

I raised the issue of False Acceptance (false positive/match) and False Rejection (false negative/non-match) with respect to the probabilistic nature of biometrics that measure the unpredictably variable body features of living animals in ever changing environments.

I was given this question — “At what percentage can we be satisfied on the failure rates”?

Below is my view -

It is not the percentage that matters. What matter are Transparency and Integrity.

1. The vendors should have publicised the empirical false acceptance (false positive/match) rates with the corresponding empirical false rejection rates. ‘Empirical’ means having been measured by a third party in the actual use environment whether indoor or outdoor.

2. The vendors should have declared to the public that their biometrics products, when used with a default/fallback password against false rejection, are to be used for better convenience.

Before starting to use those products, the users should fully understand that the overall security is lower than a password-only user authentication.

Remark 1 : Chances of having to rely on a default/fallback password are fewer when the false rejection rates are lower than when they are higher.

On the other hand, lower chances of using the passwords could end up forgetting the default/fallback passwords more often or relying on easiest-to-guess passwords.

I do not think we can make a quick judgement of which is better than the other.

Remark 2: The view of ‘2’ is valid only for the biometrics used in cyberspace for user authentication.

The criteria could be very different for the biometrics used for forensics and other individual identification purposes (as against authentication).

PS

Lowering the threshold for false rejections rates would only shift the problem elsewhere; It would inevitably increase the false acceptance rates, meaning that the biometrics products would be inevitably more vulnerable to cloning and spoofing, that is, the subject of the Aadhaar report.

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[razorblade180]

Mono Quantum Friend

Aventurine:I can build up stacks for a counter attack sooner as long as someone helps follow up.

Qingque:*sets up* My good sir, would you like to see a Swarm Disaster!?

Seele:She can’t keep getting away with this!

Xueyi: Says you. *raises hand* I shall tag along!

Sparkle:Wonderful!

Seele:I’m telling Fu Xuan you’re teaming up with another preservation just because she’s not around.

Fu Xuan, in the distance: I’ve seen what those bugs do! More power to ya!

Seele:Traitors, all of you.

Lynx:….

Seele:Not you, you’re great. Never leave.

Lynx:(Maybe…I shouldn’t bring up-)

Blade and Bronya: *take lynx*

Lynx:I’m sorry you found out like this. At least you Silver Wolf!

Seele:She has no loyalty!

Silver Wolf:It’s literally my job to create openings for all. That’s a you problem. Not a me problem.

Seele:Caelus, Stelle, am I…benched?

Caelus:Pfft, no.

Stelle:Swarm just fucking sucks.

Seele:Oh, yeah that’s fair.

Caelus:You’ll fight Sam.

Seele: Oh….

[exo-dus404]

Did the ancients try to do anything to stop Looks To The Moon from finishing her plan in the PTA AU ? Also ur is really beatiful!!

THANK UUUUUU! I’m glad you enjoyed this au and my arts! 😇💖💖💖💖💖

In fact, the ones who know about what’s going on were killed before they can do anything about it. Since iterators cannot harm their own citizens, the Local Group iterators “helped each other”. For example, every one in LTTM’s city were slaughtered by NSH.

[The last thing they saw were the long shadows casted by a pair of black wings.]

Furthermore, time and space are tricky in their world. They count dates by rain cycles, and different regions run on very different calendar systems.

To explain it, I need to introduce the concept of Time zones *: Similar to the definition of "cosmic time zone", that the speed of light is constant, so the speed of information will not exceed the speed of light (if you ignore quantum entanglement and worm holes, ofc) Therefore, when the distance is too far away, information cannot be transmitted beyond a certain latency.

For example, we have no way of knowing the "present" state of galaxies hundreds of thousands of light-years away. On the scale of the whole universe, the boundaries of the past, present and future are blurred. This also fundamentally limits the feasibility of information exchange across "time zones."

In the case of PTA AU, the constant is not the speed of light but the number of cycles. The whole world is like a natural information barrier, so the events themselves are limited to specific regions. This is why, for a long time, what’s going on around [The Local Group] were only known to the nearest iterator groups. Moon and other iterators also made sure that no sensitive information is leaked.

And this is also why Moon doesn’t use her railgun anymore. A destruction event on that scale raise questions and unwanted attention. Sliver’s death was assumed by outsiders to be a “Natural Disaster”, but if it happened TWICE, this explanation won’t stand. Therefore, Moon is content with the current state of events and she doesn’t want to risk getting more attention, at least for now.

After all, she is patient. And she has all the time in the world.

[spockvarietyhour]

Jewel Staite

[starwrighter]

I am not a baby!! (Yes you are)

(Ao3) (Masterpost) (Previous) (Next)

(Chapter thirteen)

Gone with one issue on to the next, post haste! It was like this year was pelting him with problem after problem. Of course, a quantum destination would be the next space on his bingo card of disasters! Why wouldn’t it be?! If there’s one thing the universe would never give him it was a break. That nap was a curse! He made up for too much of the sleep he’d lost back home. Now, there was karma to pay for those extra few hours of sleep. 

Granted, he felt better than yesterday, but was it worth the quantum detonation? Temptation says yes but logical thinking says no. Logical thinking also said nothing he could’ve done would’ve prevented the damage to the drive core. It would have already started to degrade from seawater pouring in before he even got there. It was nice to know this one thing wasn’t his fault, but it wouldn’t soothe the anxiety of knowing the Aurora was going to explode.

The damage a drive core from a ship the Aurora’s size could cause would be catastrophic. The radiation alone was a planet-ending event. Could he prevent this with his limited access to his powers? There were no blueprints for a radiation suit in his PDA and he doubts he could make one himself. Building what was essentially a hazmat divesuit strong enough to protect him from the lethal doses of radiation the aurora was dishing out wasn’t the same as building a table. Did he still have any kind of immunity to radiation? 

Regardless, he’s a Fenton! He got irradiated for breakfast! 

Swimming back to his base, Danny began pilfering through his storage. If he’s even going to try attempting to stop a quantum detonation, a seamoth would be helpful. Not only did it sound cool as hell, it’d make traversing through the waters a piece of cake! Only… The blueprints wasn’t there and data corruption was to blame. Cursing, Danny collapsed to the floor, scrolling desperately through all the blueprints over and over again. He’d regained the blueprint for the mobile vehicle bay, but there was no amount of tampering that’d give him the Seamoth. The mobile vehicle bay was useless without a vehicle! 

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Danny decided this was the perfect time to check the radio. Any information concerning the rendevuos would be a life saver!

Swimming back to his pod, a cloud of rot spilled into the ocean. The foul odor of the remaining goo assaulted his nostrils. Nausea bubbled in his stomach, bile crawling up his throat. He crawled back into the pod. They say the smell of human decomposition was one the human body was hardwired to recognize and Danny could now say with confidence that rotting halfa was the same. Even if he’d been completely unaware of the lifepod’s contents the smell alone sent a shiver down his spine. It was easier to dissociate the pile of goo on the floor before it’d decomposed to this extent. Dried blood stained the floor any green that’d been there was gone without a trace.

This…This would be a gruesome site for whoever was going to collect the life pods after this was over. It’s a difficult scene for him to see for ancient's sake! It was funny to think that despite the horrid smell and blood, he’d rather have found something like this in Lifepod 3. Bodies, or at least more than a PDA entry to prove someone was here! He’d perfer finding blood and rot than have the dead be forgotten so easily. They’d died within the meager three hours Danny had been unconscious, and been torn into by local wildlife until nothing remained before anyone could respond to their distress signal.

Tearing his eyes away from the puddle, Danny sucked in a deep breath, regretting it instantly as putrid air filled his lungs. His PDA screamed, biohazard warnings taking over the screen, begging him to leave. With a shake of his head, Danny covered his nose with his hand toddling towards the radio. The device was flashing and Danny couldn’t hit a play button harder than he had today. 

“Playing pre-recorded distress call…” Waiting on his tippy toes Danny stared at the device with hope-filled eyes as a human voice sounded through the pod.

“This is Ozzy from the cafeteria. What the hell guys?! They didn’t warn us this might happen!” Danny’s heart sank as the message continued.

“Our pod was almost crushed by the seamoth bay on the way down, now we’re hanging on the edge of a cave system and this grim-looking snake thing’s trying to eat through the hull! Come get us already!” 

Saying that didn’t sound good would’ve been an understatement. How many hours had it been since this message was sent? A grim-looking snake thing? He has someone like that outside. Chances were they weren’t talking about the same snake thing.

 Dami has a snake-like body, but he resembles more of a dragon or a sea serpent…Dami hadn’t even made an attempt to hurt Danny or his little base. Sure, he scratched the glass but Danny had a feeling those claws were capable of much worse. Trust was a strong word to use when talking about a giant sea monster but Danny was confident Dami wouldn’t freak out and try to kill him for no reason.

All he’d done since seeing him was give reason after reason to kill him! Honestly, Dami just seems confused by his existence, but to be fair Danny is too. Logically he should be permanently dead, erased from every plane of existence but something gave him a third chance at life. Now he’s everyone’s problem!

Updating the signal to his PDA Danny crawled back out the lifepod, a signal to follow and materials to gather.

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[im00flynn]

Can you make a fic of maybe the reader being with Janet or Scott and when they see Kang he recognizes her maybe because they were lovers in another life? 👉🏽👈🏽

In another life: Kang x Reader

Summary: The Request

Warnings: A bit of Angst but mostly Fluff

Well, this was a disaster. You've been sucked into the quantum due to a mishap with Cassie's invention.

Luckily for you, you weren't alone, Scott and Cassie were with you but no sign of Hank, Janet, and Hope.

"Where are we?" Cassie asked while looking at the realm.

"It looks like one of the world's beyond the void." Scott responds.

"We should start walking to try and find the others." You tell them.

They agree, and you start walking, hopefully able to find your other friends so you can go home.

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After what feels like forever we arrive at a small village like place.

"Who are you? what are you doing here?" A woman approaching us asks.

"I'm Scott, that's Cassie, and that's [Name]. We're looking for Janet Van Dyne." Scott tells the women.

"If you're looking for Janet, then he's looking for you. If he's looking for you, then you need to leave this place." She tells us with a worried expression on her face.

"Why? What's going to happen?" You ask, but before she can respond, an explosion erupts, and it knocks you out cold

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You wake up and realize you're no longer in the village but in a cell.

"[Name], are you okay? Scott asks you who is also in a cell a long with Cassie in the next cell over.

"I'm fine, where are we?" You ask them confused.

Before Scott or Cassie can respond, guards come to the cells and stop in front of yours.

"He has requested to see you." One of the robot guards tells you.

They open the door to your cell and grab your arms, taking you away to wherever it is. You're going.

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you enter a big room that has a great view overlooking the realm, Standing on a platform in the middle of the room is a man.

The man turns around and smiles at you.

"[Name], It's been so long since I last saw you." He tells you, leaving you confused.

"I know what you're thinking, Who is this guy? how does he know me? Well, I'm here to answer all your questions." He says, taking a step closer to you.

You look at him confused and a worried feeling forming in your stomach, "What do you want from me?" You ask him with a somewhat shaky voice, which you hope he doesn't notice. He did.

"Don't worry [Name], I will explain everything to you." He says with a soft smile, while he moves his had to cup your cheek.

You close your eyes and lean into his touch.

"Have a seat so we can discuss what you're here for." He tells you, removing his hand and holding it out for you to take.

You take his hand, and he leads you to the big throne like chair and offers you to sit down.

You sit down still holding his hand, and he sits down next to you.

"Where should I begin?" He asks you.

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"An introduction would be nice." You told him, still scared to speak.

He smiles at your response, "Of course, I'm Kang, the ruler of the quantum realm." He tells you.

"What's your name?" He asks rhetorically, but you respond anyway.

"I'm [Name]." You respond, and he still smiles at you.

"Well [Name], I won't waste anymore time to explain why you're here." He states before clearing his throat getting ready to tell this story.

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"Many years ago, before I first came down to this realm, I was a scientist, I worked on many inventions and gadgets and gizmos, etcetera. Along the way, I met someone who was very special to me in many ways. Over time we got to know each other and we fell in love, unfortunately by the time our relationship was getting serious and I was ready to propose to them we got separated. One of my inventions malfunctioned, and it caused me to be trapped here and away from my partner forever, and that person was you." He tells you with a somber tone and a sad smile.

You squeezed his hand reassuringly, causing him to look at you and give you a small smile.

"I may not be the [Name] you knew, But I'll be glad to be the [Name] you know now." You tell him.

You lean up to kiss his soft lips, and he kisses back, deepening the kiss.

You both pull away, and you rest your head on his shoulder while he rests his on top of yours.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this fic! more Kang stories are on the way, so get ready for that! and thank you so much for all the love and support on my writing! ILYSM!!

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[selfcestmovies]

Carol Danvers enjoyed the isolation of long journeys through distant space... at least, for a while. They allowed her to spend time alone and to get to know herself — as a woman, as a hero, as an icon — without the noise or clamor of busy life planet-side.

Did being alone give her a chip on her shoulder? Perhaps, but Carol wasn't one to admit it.

Carol had thought she'd seen it all, but her next mission would bend the laws of reality in ways that even she hadn't anticipated. A rescue mission near the Duplicus wormhole resulted in a risky flyby far too close to the vortex center. A bombardment of gravitational waves warped her cells down to a molecular level... all said and done, Carol survived. But she had been duplicated at a quantum level.

She flew back to her ship for an analysis, but the data proved what Carol — both of her — already expected to be true. There were now two Carol Danvers, identical down to the atom, and each with equal claim to her identity.

There was no discernible difference between the clone and the original.

One Captain Marvel was enough for this universe — having a second bullheaded, cocky, arrogant Captain floating through space was a recipe for disaster. The two Carols hated each other... at least at first, when they felt competitive over their shared identity.

But as the hours passed, Carol saw things to appreciate in her quantum clone. She liked her wit, and her determination. All the best qualities she had admired in herself, she admired in her double, too.

And it was nice finally having someone to talk to. Someone she could trust without limitation.

And there were more things Carol liked about herself, it soon became clear. She liked her own laugh, and her own smile. She liked seeing her own body from an outsider's perspective. She had a beautiful face, and a dynamite body that made Carol more sexually confused that she had felt her entire life.

Seriously, Carol couldn't take her eyes off the clone. They each caught the other steeling glances and blushing.

Had this other woman been anyone else, Carol might have considered this... a crush, in a way. It had been years since she had felt that type of spark.

But this was herself. The two of her acknowledged the chemistry, but chalked it up to simply self-confidence and a bit of harmless narcissism. Right?

"Can I be honest with you?" Carol asked.

The other laughed, "I certainly hope so."

She leaned in. "It's nice knowing — like, really knowing — that I'm hot stuff." They were already standing close at this point, but Carol reached a hand to grab the clone and pull her even closer. She ran a hand up her clone's ribs, underneath her tank top, tracing fingers along the bottom of her breast. "Fuck, I can't get over how good we look."

The other Carol just mirrored her actions, indulging in every touch as they smiled in unison.

They flirted for hours; countless near-kisses and gentle, glancing touches. Carol had never felt this relaxed around another human — if she could even call it that. It felt easy.

It was obvious to both of them what could happen next – and Carol (both of her) knew was no use keeping secrets from herself. They talked about what it might feel like to really kiss and touch each other. They joked about which Carol would take charge, and which Carol would be submissive, given that they'd both want to be the aggressor.

It was all hypothetical, of course. Until it wasn't. The tone grew tense when they both realized what would happen next.

The first kiss was slow, and deep. Neither held back. They let their lips part and their tongues connect — it was ecstatic for them to finally let their libido loose on another woman after all this time alone.

Carol finally had someone to connect with, at the deepest and most carnal level. Soon, she couldn't get enough.

[thunderbirds-showdown]

Which Thunderbirds Are Go episode is better?

Vote on which episode you think is better. Episode synopses below the cut.

Heavy Metal: Brains and Alan visit the Quantum Research Center, adjacent to New Geneva in Switzerland, to visit Brains' old friend Professor Moffat and the Supreme Hadron Collider. Disaster soon strikes when the collider suddenly creates a gravity well of extreme power which soon pulls a satellite down towards New Geneva. International Rescue quickly mobilises when both an aircraft and the World Wide Space Station are also drawn into the gravity well, threatening the city. The only craft that can withstand the gravitational pressure is Thunderbird 4, which Gordon must pilot out of its normal undersea environment.

Growing Pains: The Chaos Crew interrupts the pleasant and quiet life of Ned Tedford, to steal the orchard growth serum inside the highly- secure Global Seed Vault. Kayo and Captain Rigby respond, with the help of John Tracy, but things take a turn when a computer virus infects EOS and the serum touches Ned's pet geranium, Gladys - turning her into Giant Gladys!

[ask-the-crimson-king]

Primarch Sexuality Headcanons

Inspired by this post in which I got very excited to see someone else advocating for an ace-Fulgrim so I'm gonna list my view on the primarch's and their various sexualities.

May do a follow-up on the various captains and other Astartes in the Legions, though that post would get pretty huge pretty fast. I have a lot of opinions.

I invite others to share their perspectives if they have them. For full disclosure, I am coming at this as a homoromantic asexual who is VERY sex-repulsed, so that is, naturally, going to tinge my own perspective.

In Legion order:

Lion El'Johnson - Demisexual or grey-ace, uncertain about romantic interests. I haven't read too much on the Lion, and I know it seems to be popular to make the lad gay, but I don't quite get those vibes from him. I think he prefers women.

Fulgrim - Asexual panromantic. As was said in the thread linked above by the Consortium-human, definitely for aesthetic attraction. He is a peacock in the most literal way possible and I think he'd like his romantic partners to maybe be similar? I can definitely see him dressing them up ostentatiously.

Perturabo - Love the iron hermit, he's definitely a demiromantic asexual. Definitely sex-repulsed. Others would say aro but I could see him being romantically interested in someone if they took the time required for him to see them that way. I don't think gender would matter too much, but I think he'd have a more masc preference.

Jaghatai Khan - Grey-ace or Bisexual king. He's not someone who actively looks for relationships or flings but isn't opposed to them either, if he finds the person attractive.

Leman Russ - Exists in a quantum state between "homosexual bear" and "omnisexual bear". On the one hand, I can see him with basically anyone, but on the other, he gives that rugged sort of "passes as straight lumberjack, is actually gay as hell" type.

Rogal Dorn - Asexual... demiromantic? It's either demi or heteroromantic. Preference towards women or femme-presenting people. Probably sex-repulsed if not sex neutral.

Konrad Curze - Aromantic asexual. Has never had the interest. Has never wanted the interest. Pretty straight forward.

Sanguinius - I feel like it'd be cliche and also wrong to say demiromantic asexual. Aspec for sure. Maybe homoromantic? Maybe biromantic? He's tough to put a good finger on in terms of vibes.

Ferrus Manus - This is a gay man. Homosexual aromantic. I do not think he'd be very into a romantic relationship.

Angron - Heteroromantic asexual. If he ever had the true capacity for romance, anyway. The Nails probably stole it from him.

Roboute Guilliman - This one is tough. I want to say something aspec, as I said before maybe demi or grey. I don't think it's hard ace for him. In terms of a romantic orientation... Tough. I think he'd be interested in trying a date with a man, but I do want to say heteroromantic. Not closing himself off to the possibility of also being into them, but if he is bi-or-panromantic, he still has a preference for femme-presenting people and women.

Mortarion - See, most would probably also assume asexual, and I would maybe agree, but I've always had a thing in the back of my mind where he's just straight. Heterosexual man. Nothing wrong with it. He may be aromantic or just not interested in a relationship.

Magnus the Red - Aromantic asexual, I will say this with my full chest. Not opposed to a relationship, potentially, but would rather sex not be involved.

Horus Lupercal - I've seen some people say he's a bisexual disaster and while I can see where people are coming from, he's always had big asexual vibes, someone who's up for sex if his partners want it but is also just as fine without. Pan/omniromantic for sure though.

Lorgar Aurelian - Asexual for sure. I am consistently flipping between a bunch of different romantic orientations for him. I think he'd be an oriented demiromantic, but on the other hand. Hmm. He's tough. I saw panromantic and I think that is correct. May have a more masc preference though.

Vulkan - I feel like demisexual kinda cheapens him since everyone has flanderized him into being the "friendly" primarch, but it does feel fitting after everything I've read on him. So demi it is. Romantically... tough. Part of me wants to say aromantic. Another part wants to also put him as heteroromantic. One of those two.

Corvus Corax - Heterosexual, probably. I can definitely see him as a Castlevania-Dracula-"if you hurt my wife I will scour the lands and make sure your souls are damned for eternity"-type.

Alpharius/Omegon - It's a mystery, OooOooOO! I'm not gonna cop out like that. Based on what I've read, I see heterosexual aromantic. May be open to experimenting with men or androgenous people, but solidly prefers women as partners.

Bonus Round:

The Emperor of Man and Malcador are gay lovers. I have seen the light. I have read The End and the Death. They are homosexuals.