The longer I'm alive, the more and more I wish I had gotten an English degree instead; if for no other reason than the ability to flash it like a police badge when my friends mess up something and double down after being told they're incorrect.
I know it's a bit late in the game (it being less than a week before Christmas and all), but I'd like to change my wish list. I asked for a handful of things that are sort of silly. But, what I really want -- NEED -- is a cure for cancer.
Not for myself, of course. I don't have the medical need. And, I'd never be able to figure out all that medical/science-y stuff. (Damn it Jim; I'm a sonneteer, not a doctor.)
But, if you could drop it off to someone at Sloan Kettering in New York City, I'd really appreciate it.
PS: This would square us for that whole never giving me a BB gun thing.
OKAY OKAY. u wanna hear about tfs being double trans
[VD: A clip of transformers: Earthspark of Nightshade (they/them), a young terran transformer still in their protoform speaking about identity with Tarantulas (he/him), a spider alt moded transformer, in his mausoleum turned lab]
Full transcribe below
Outside, in a cemetary, Nightshade steps out from behinda statue. Speaking coyly: Oh, perhaps... I could help you work?
Tarantulas: I... might have use for an assistant. If you follow my instructions, implicitly.
NS, sprinting past into the mausoleum excited: I'll prepare the work station!!!
Tanrantus looks down, follows.
NS, excited looking around: This webbing is so verstile, a truly ingenious design.
T: Yes, yes it is Nightshade. [beings working] most fail to properly appreciate my inventions.
Nightshade watches him work: Not even other decepticons?
Tarantulas, bitterly: Especially other decepticons [actives the device, projecting a human hologram] And to think, once this device is complete, I will pass for human. I won't be BOUND by restrictive labels like autobot, or decepticon anymore. [hologram fails to pick up a rock, Tarantulas taps at the device, and the hologram succedds] At last, I will be free.
NS: Isn't that a contradiction though? [Retrives a compotent part] You'll be free, but also hiding?
T: Ah, y-you'll understand. Once you choose an alt form.
NS: But I don't want an alt form.
Tarantulas addresses Nightshade directly: You are a transformer, another mode is your birth right. [returns to working]
NS: I see no need for one, aren't I sufficient as I am?
T: Young one, alt forms aren't meant to complete you, as though you have a missing part. They further express who you already are.
Nightshade looks complative at Tarantulas: I haven't heard it explained that way before... This is why you've chosen such a unique appearance.
T: Yes, I will always be Tarantulas. And you, Nightshade, however you may appear, who will you be?
NS: I'll be me! A sciencist. A protector, someone who... helps thoses in need [smiles]
Tarantulas, awkward and moved: I- I am glad for it. No one's ever been so generous to me... I [Goes back to working abruptly, changing tone] It is a gift, to know yourself so well, so young. Take pride in it.
A zanny montage of them working together starts, and the clip cuts. END
caveman brain shocked and amazed that cooking food makes it taste better. been buying this cinnamon swirl bread for years just to snack on. only today did i have the thought of actually toasting and buttering the cinnamon bread. TASTE
Maturing is so crazy because I remember watching the avengers at 13 and when Tony and Bruce talked about their multiple PhDs I was like “wow!! they’re so awesome and cool and smart I wanna do that some day!” and now I know a motherfucker IRL who claims to be doing five degrees (idk how to tell him this because he is so dense but a double major with three minors is in fact still one degree but that’s besides the point) and he is the most insufferable bastard on the planet and I want to punch him in the face daily
@dr-foster : Jane slides Bucky a wrapped box. “Happy Birthday.”
His head turned at the sound of her voice, his greeting dying in his throat only to be replaced by a wide grin. Reaching out, he pulled the gift closer, but made no move to unwrap it just yet. His ma had raised him better than that, after all.
"Aw, thanks, doc," he said sincerely. "Didn't know if anyone 'sides Steve would really care much. I appreciate it."
His own immediate family and the Rogers had all celebrated each other's birthdays, of course, but outside of that, he wasn't that used to it being acknowledged. It had a warm glow burning in his stomach, and probably a small blush appearing on his cheeks if the heat in his face meant anything.