#we can have a little scientific inaccuracy

[sincerely-sofie]

[gunsandspaceships]

Many degrees of Doctor Stark

It is widely known that 616 Tony has several doctorates. The number varies from 3 to 7, but it doesn't really matter whether he is 300 or 700% Doctor. He is one. And he doesn’t use his title 99.999% of the time.

Ok, but what about the MCU?

It is never mentioned whether Tony has a PhD or even a master's degree. Kinda weird. Both the absence of mentions and lack of degrees, since Tony is so smart and productive.

Let’s check, maybe he actually has some.

Here we have a file from a deleted scene from The Avengers (2012):

As we can see, the work is sloppy – there are inaccuracies in his hair color (it’s not black, it’s brown), and the fact that he speaks French was not included. Can we rely on this paper? Let’s not 100%, but we can still use things that don't contradict the movies.

The fact that he received his BS in Engineering from MIT does not contradict this, so we can mark it as valid. He started in 1984 when he was 14 years old and graduated in 1987 when he was 17.

We see no further education in the file. But we know something that this file doesn’t. We watched the movies.

Remember, in Civil War at 0:13:25, in the scene where Tony sees his parents for the last time, Maria tells Howard, “Be nice, dear, he’s been studying abroad”. Tony is 21 here, this is December 16, 1991. Looks like he is on winter break.

But wait… Didn’t he graduate in 1987 and stop then? Well, Maria tells us he continued.

Between 17 and 21 there are 4 years. What could he have done in these 4 years? A lot, right? He is smart and productive, we know that. A master’s degree usually takes 2 years. Tony could earn it in 1. 1 or 2, we still have 2-3 years that we need to fill with some kind of studying. I doubt he just went back and got another bachelor's or master's. That said, he was working on his PhD.

We don't know where. “Abroad” is a very broad concept. Maybe he went to Europe to study at Oxford? We do not know. Perhaps he stayed at MIT and just went somewhere else for the fall semester. We do not know. But he did go somewhere for (most probably) a PhD.

The question is: did he finish it?

Well, his parents died in Dec 1991, and we know from the first Iron Man (0:04:50) that Stane was the interim president of Stark Industries from that date until 1992. Most likely, Tony became CEO before his birthday, that is, May 29, which corresponds to the stated age of 21. He had a few months between.

We don’t know where he was in his degree at that time. But we know he is smart and productive. He doesn’t need 4 years to write a dissertation.

So, there are 2 options:

1) He did not complete his doctorate and devoted himself entirely to the company;

2) He completed it in the few months he had and then took over the company.

Here’s the evidence for the second option:

“Confusing matters more, a recently deleted LinkedIn profile for Tony Stark indicated he received doctorates in engineering physics and artificial intelligence.”

Source: https://alum.mit.edu/slice/who-iron-man

Given all the information and analysis we have, as well as a little logic, we can conclude that Tony has a Ph.D. Even two. He had time to do them. Why doesn't he use his title? Well, maybe for the same reason 616 Tony doesn’t? He doesn’t usually brag. Check out this post if you have any doubts about my statement.

Here are some additional hints:

He gave lectures at scientific conferences (IM1 and IM3 - Bern 1999).

His scientific expertise was not limited to engineering and his company's affairs (all the movies, but specifically I can point you to IM3– the scene with Maya Hansen and her Extremis-enhanced plants in Bern).

“He must have graduated after 1990, because the '90 Brass rat was the first one with the skyline on the edge.” MIT alumni commentary https://alum.mit.edu/slice/who-iron-man

Conclusion (actual): call him Doctor Stark, guys, he deserves it. Despite his modesty about his scientific achievements, Dr Stark has a couple of master's degrees and at least two PhD degrees in the MCU - in engineering physics and artificial intelligence.

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

BCweek2023 ~ Day 1: Sherlock Holmes

This is the very first fan fiction I wrote as an adult--and the first I ever had the courage to share online. I know it's not quite polished and I like to think I've improved greatly I since wrote it. But it was created out of love for Benedict' Sherlock...and I can think of no greater motivator as we celebrate the Greatest Actor of His Generation😍.

That Certain Piece

summary: Sherlock has given it much thought and has finally decided to play a very a special piece of music, hoping his listener is perceptive enough to understand the language of the piece. As he tests how well she really knows him, he is also revealing a part of himself he has been reticent to share. rating: general audience characters: Sherlock Holmes, Tessa DeMauro (OFC) word count: 1.6k

It certainly wasn’t the first time Sherlock had played for her.  In fact, Tessa’s enthusiasm to hear him never abated from the moment she discovered (courtesy of John’s blog) that he played the violin.  Sherlock had actually found himself self-conscious about performing, for the first time since his childhood, when the time arrived to play for her.  He'd told himself it was because she was an artist, with keener sensibilities than most.  He had not been ready to admit it was also because she had come to occupy a special place among those—too few—he trusted.

His resistance proved unnecessary.  Tessa couldn’t have been a more receptive and gentle audience.  And it wasn’t long till she’d convinced him to play some of his own compositions for her.  Each time was easier than the last, and his level of comfort in performing for her matched well the many ways she had come to fill the, heretofore unrecognized, gaps in his life.

This time was different though.  He thought about it for quite a while, for to share this piece with her would be to reveal a part of himself he’d locked tight away.  Vulnerability, loss, loneliness, all the things he’d striven to make the world believe meant nothing to him.  All the things he hoped Tessa could understand from the music itself, and not think any less of him.

As had become their habit on Sunday afternoons (those which didn’t see Sherlock working a case)—Tessa studying her lines, or working to create a detailed biography of her character (“In order to play her truthfully,” she would tell him, “I have to know and understand her past at least as well as my own.”), or simply reading (she loved Tolkien and T.H.White, where Sherlock’s tastes tended to be clinical and dry in the extreme)—and Sherlock updating his website as needed, or checking current scientific journals and extracts (with an eagle eye on dissecting them for inaccuracies), or even just watching Tessa (discreetly, of course, marveling that she was still content with their arrangement)—the time passed quietly.  When the quality of sunlight through the front room windows began to take on the hues of early evening, Sherlock brought out his violin, rosining the bow, then checking it was properly tuned.

He began with a portion of Paganini’s Violin Concerto 1 Opus 6, and within a few stanzas, Tessa had closed her script, leaving it to rest on the sofa, drifting over to sit in the leather chair at hearthside.  She curled her bare feet under her, leaning back, relaxed, and watched Sherlock.  He appeared to be playing by memory, his eyes closed, the ebb and flow of his bowing a language all its own.  He paused at the end of the piece, and shuffled through the sheets on the music stand.

"Oh, I really liked that one, it was lovely." Tessa interjected, "Who wrote that?"

His eyes still focused on the music stand, he answered “Paganini.” then began to play again. She listened quietly, appreciatively, and Sherlock allowed himself to sink again into the music, no longer referring to the notes on paper as he played, having played the piece so often it flowed out without a thought. He finished with a little flourish, and Tessa said excitedly “I know that one. Bach, right?  It’s so reflective, so sad sounding, isn’t it?” 

"Indeed," replied Sherlock, "Sonata for Solo Violin, No. 1 in G Minor".  He was now as ready as he’d ever be, he supposed, and went directly to his own composition. He knew once the first note was played, he’d have no choice but to play on, and thus he was committed to the experiment—to see if she could divine the meaning of the piece.

He stood in front of the window, the light now starting to fade outside, remembering composing the piece, remembering the feelings, expressing what he’d felt then in the music now, but not letting it master him.  There were times it had; there were times he couldn’t get all the way through the piece, but those days were over now.  As he played, he realized he was glad he’d decided to finally share it with Tessa; and that even if she didn’t read in it what he hoped, the pain of that part of his life was nowhere near as keen as it once was.

The last notes fading, Sherlock paused, not yet ready to see her reaction.  This time Tessa was silent.  When he finally turned to face her, he saw her head bowed, her hair—unbound this day—falling like a curtain on either side of her face. She appeared to be looking at her hands resting in her lap, until she used the heel of each to wipe her cheeks.  She drew a very deep breath, then exhaled at length.

Tessa rose from her seat and came to face him. Was his heart racing as he awaited her reaction?  Yes, he realized, very much so, yet he managed to keep his face impassive. Her eyes were wide and he could see the tracks her tears had left behind; her gaze was soft and full of empathy.  ”That was…” she was searching for the right words, “that was beautiful, achingly beautiful, and……melancholy……and filled with such a….. yearning.” She paused, shaking her head slightly in wonder, “I could actually feel it as though it were my own.” 

Sherlock bowed his head, closing his eyes, relieved. She’d heard it as he intended, but he was waiting for more.  She didn’t disappoint him.  ”You wrote that piece.” she said, clearly realizing it in the moment.

He opened his eyes, asking “What makes you think that?”

Tessa shook her head again, her smile bittersweet, “My darling, amazing, beautiful Sherlock,” she said, laying a hand on his violin, “give me credit for knowing you at least this well. You’ve never played this piece for me before; I surely would remember if you had.  And, well, I……I could feel you in the music.  The sadness you carry inside, thinking no one can see.  The ache for someone to recognize that you do feel just as much as the next man.  The desire to put aside the armour you wear about your heart and be understood, at least from time to time.”  Tessa gently gathered the violin and bow from him, laying them on the cluttered desk. She took both his hands in hers.

"You’re not an island, Sherlock.  As much as you try to make the world think that you are."  Her words were immutable.  "And, my love, I’m not the only one who sees this.  Your friends do too, and despite what you think and how you treat them at times, once they really know you, you can’t drive them away.  You’re stuck with us, one and all.” 

Tessa punctuated her pronouncement by placing her hands on his chest, rising up on her toes so she could reach his face, and then kissing the corner of his mouth.  He’d grown to find this habit of hers damnably endearing.  When she laid her head against his chest, Sherlock had no choice but to embrace her.  It always seemed to go that way with Tessa—quietly slipping past his defenses every time.

They stood this way by the window, as it darkened outside, until she broke the silence, “Sherlock?”

"Yes, my dear?" he replied quietly.

"You know I’m a romantic at heart, and that colors how I see the world….” Sherlock nodded yes, waiting for the rest, "….and I could be way off the mark, but…."  Tessa paused; he could feel her trying again for the best way to say this, "but if I had to guess, I’d say there was a woman involved.  You don’t have to answer, I’ll understand if you don’t. But I have to say this:  whoever she was, whatever she did, she must have hurt you, and I’m so sorry for that."

Sherlock took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, ”Why would you be sorry?” he said, smiling at the sincere sympathy he’d known she would be feeling, “It doesn’t matter now anyway; it’s in the past.”  

She moved her head to look up at him. “It matters to me. I would’ve done what I could to heal that wound.”  She laid her head against him again.

And there it was, what he’d expected her to say, though the response he gave was something that only just occurred to him. “Now then, don’t you think you already have?”  He felt her smile at that, and kissed the crown of her head.  He took her by the shoulders so he could face her while he spoke, “I think some supper is in order now.  I’m famished.  What shall it be?”

Tessa tilted her head flirtatiously, part of the ritual they’d established, “Whatever you wish, my darling.  So long as there will be a dessert.”

He chuckled warmly, following their pattern “Patience, my dear.”  but adding at the last “Good things do come to those who wait.”

Sherlock grabbed his suit jacket from the desk chair, while Tessa slipped on her shoes and collected her handbag.  As they crossed the threshold of 221B, they could hear the nighttime sounds of London ramping up around them.  Tessa contentedly slipped her hand in the crook of Sherlock’s arm, as they stepped lightly forward together, into whatever lovers’ adventure might lay in store. 

(You may have guessed, Dear Reader, that this story was inspired by the piece Sherlock wrote for Irene Adler from ASiB; if I'm especially melancholy, that last scene where it plays in full, always makes me cry; the good kind of cry when you need to get it out of your system; and as those last notes of the violin fade, he is looking out the window, and my wish for him has always been to to have someone love him and understand exactly what he was feeling when he wrote it.)

tagging: @elennemigo for BCweek2023💙 & @bakerstreethound because of her love for Sherlock and the many Sherlock fics she's written💖

[lavaspark]

The students at the academy love all of the teachers, don’t get me wrong. They love Charles and his long narrations of old books he reads them, asking them little questions in between chapters that he loves the answers to almost more than he loves the books themselves.

They love Logan and his gruff, annoyed retellings of historical events that he was present for, often pausing in his lessons to rant to the class about the vast inaccuracies in their textbooks (they end up throwing them out mid-year anyway)

The love Hanks science class as well. He ALWAYS lets them do the experiments themselves, offering only minor advice and instruction. (His field trips are their favorite, having a private jet at their disposal leaves a lot of room for scientific escapades)

Raven, well…it’s not like there’s anything WRONG with her class. I mean she’s…well, HER, y’know? I mean she is a hero with a capital H. Or at least everyone in her training class always thinks so. (That optimism usually dies around the ninth or tenth lap around the entire campus)

But if you were to ask any student at Xaviers’s School who their favorite teacher was, I mean their VERY favorite? You would only get one consistent answer really.

Peter.

Peter, (or “Mr. Peter” as some of the kids insist on calling him,) is the recreational studies teacher. Which is essentially code for “We-Needed-A-Place-To-Put-These-Kids-For-An-Hour-Every-Day” Peter LOVES it.

He spends the entire hour playing catch or frisbee or hide and seek (he lets them win at that one, even though he knows exactly where they all are he likes to see them smile triumphantly at him after he calls that he gives up) Eventually he even starts organizing Arts-and-Crafts for some of the younger kids who aren’t up to Mutant tag or don’t have a corresponding mutation. It’s a hit. Pretty soon his classroom is decorated with messy paper chains, scribbley drawings of Charles or Ororo, (she’s a kid-favorite) Origami horses and crumpled paper-mache cats line his desk and the shelves Erik hung in all the rooms.

Peter loves it.

He always smiles and compliments the messy crayon depictions of the X-Men, all stick limbs and big scribbled heads with costumes stuck messily on the front. Once a little girl handed him a piece of paper with a large blue scribble on the front, when he asked what it was she had whispered that it was “the blue boy with the tail” like it was some conspiracy among the staff. Peter had had to struggle not to laugh at her sincerity. Kurt of course had loved it, immediately hanging the thing on the wall of his room.

He also helps them with costumes. Admittedly, they arguably don’t NEED costumes. None of them are ever going to actually be sent on a mission, much less enough times to qualify for a proper costume…

But how can he say no?

As a result, at 5:30 PM every day Peter meets with 10-15 bright-eyed teenagers in his arts and crafts room, and teaches them how to sew. Or spray paint. Or glue random odds and ends to capes made out of curtains and t-shirts. And every month he saunters out in his handmade silver-spray paint jacket followed by 15 giggling mutant kids adorned in varying degrees of feathers and colorful cloth.

This is by FAR the best job Peter has ever had the privilege to have. (And he wouldn’t trade his little group of chaos-mongers for the world)

[gemsofgreece]

https://youtu.be/BNAT4ybsz_E

Rare video of someone discussing about sexuality in Greece.

As a Greek myself i must say that i find frustrating the stereotypes lf Usians, especially with retellings like the Song of Achilles.

Yes there was homosexuality in Ancient Greece and Rome, but there were some problematic like older men using their power over younger men as an experience phase before, or even during marriage, because it was forbidden in society back then.

It had happened also in ancient Japan with the brothels, but in general there wasn't a total freedom back then. What bothers it's just that foreigners take a piece of media and turn a stereotype for a whole country.

In general, I agree there are many problems with the wide misconception that “Ancient Greece was gay”, whatever that means. First of all, often this perception is not used as a way to imagine Ancient Greece as a place of freedoms and acceptance of all orientations but rather as a caricature, as the ultimate Eurovision wonderland. This can be fun at first but after the millionth joke it can soon become disrespectful or annoying when so earnestly spread in its inaccuracy, almost as a whole civilisation is solely defined by a sexuality or sex, like we are the bonobos. Secondly, it is not just used by the LGBT+ community as a way to express themselves or imagine a more hopeful place to have actually existed but from homophobes and anti-Greeks to bash on both. Thirdly, it is simply inaccurate and despite it being good or bad or simply fun, academia is responsible for spreading incorrect misconceptions. It being seemingly harmless doesn’t excuse them for perpetuating a misconception. Fourthly, it is frankly weird to see LGBTQA+ people saying “Ancient Greeks invented homosexuality” which I have seen a thousand times being said, because isn’t it very problematic to suggest, even as a joke, that sexual orientation is a human concept, a trend and a choice????

But now let’s go to the video you recommend. I will give this message the benefit of the doubt. I started watching the video, which makes many valid points and uses numerous ancient sources, and I was getting increasingly uncomfortable without knowing what the motivation of the YouTuber was behind making this video. Was it scientific, strict adherence to a historical truth… or something else? After about two points where I thought he was reaching and some cases where it seemed to me he repeated some offensive views more earnestly than he should, about half time in the video, I paused and searched his channel. Turns out that the guy is an antisemitic white supremacist Elon Musk fanboy. He is cunning enough to stick to facts and keep a polite profile as much as possible but the motive behind it is malicious if you pay attention. And his channel is demonetised. So, I stopped watching and hopefully you watched without noticing all that. The dude is doing all he accused LGBT+ and academia for, simply from the opposite side. He more or less admits himself that he is biased and that he dislikes how LGBT+ community tries to pass Ancient Greece as part of their heritage AND THEN immediately he explains that he dislikes it because he views Ancient Greece as the foundation of his utopic western white world (apparently ruled by straight males).

So as you see, it comes down to the same pattern when it comes to Greece. Marginalised and privileged alike, wronged and hateful westerners alike feel entitled to use the Greek heritage to define themselves and promote their agenda with too little care for historical truth or the moral implications of appropriating foreign heritage simply to serve very specific personal goals (whether good or bad ones). To the homophobes Greeks are macho straight “thoughtfully misogynist” fighters and to LGBTQA+ Greece is an inherent gay parade. Neither is accurate or realistic, if you think about it. Simultaneously, to homophobic Greek haters Greeks are a bunch of losers who of course would eventually lose some lands or wars in question because “they are whimps who like to take it in the butt” and to Greek hating LGBT+ people Greeks are immoral perverts that they shouldn’t be associated with in any way. So, I hope everyone understands why all this is a big problem from all sides.

As for what the truth was, the truth was that a) there were all sorts of sexual orientations in Ancient Greece like it happened in the rest of the ancient and modern world and people experienced them with the pleasures and the hardships that came with them as normal people and not as sex obsessed caricatures , b) there were different approaches on how to deal with less common sexual orientations depending on the era and the place / city-state in question, ranging from very homophobic to relaxed.

As an example, the Homeric era which is so romanticised by the LGBTQA community is most likely not one of the relaxed eras. Classical and Hellenistic period got to be some of the most relaxed and of course Athens in particular. As for pederasty it should not be either excused or beautified or immediately condemned based on modern standards because it normally was not supposed to involve a fully fledged out sexual relationship but we would be kidding ourselves if we denied that several older tutors didn’t take advantage of their protégés. As an example, the YouTuber is reaching when he says that erastes and eromenos simply meant “passionate for knowledge” LOL It is clear in every way that it meant that the young boy was the object of the tutor’s infatuation and / or devotion, regardless if that included a consummated sexual affair. But if erotic love did develop, the tutor was obligated to not lead the boy to an immodest lifestyle (that is, in short, being sexually submissive), which is after all a homophobic solution to a homosexual urgency, which is pretty strange (aside from the whole grooming problem). And pederasty was controversial even in Ancient Athens which established it! In general, we are not equipped to understand well how ancient people thought about sex, sexuality and genders, let alone try to excuse, defend, beautify or ferociously judge and condemn. Study and explore respectfully and impartially to learn more about the history of humanity is the only right way.

TL:DR the video makes many valid points but also reaches when the truth doesn’t benefit OP’s biases and the intent is harmful but presented in a very calculated, polite manner.

[somebirdortheother]

I am mad fan of Salvor. I want her to boss me around and tell me to sweep the area even if there's nothing to see. She's super competent, assertive, she knows what's up and she's not afraid to say it. And she's smart enough to know that you shouldn't play the moves that your enemy CLEARLY wants you to play. Also I just finished episode 5 and whaaat?

Just to clarify something, I know less than zero about probabilities but I thought each coin toss was always 50/50? I remember a very distant math class where we had to calculate probabilities and I seem to recall that you cannot predict it because it's always a new event, it cannot take in account what came before because they're entirely independant, or something like that.

I think Hari made a massive mistake by building his entire movement on the idea that he could calculate the best plan for the future, that he could predict the "best" outcome. He didn't say it like that, but he spoke to "lesser" minds, people who couldn't grasp the subtleties of his mathematical ramblings. It's easy to get lost and follow something you don't understand because you're convinced that the speaker is smarter than you by leagues.

So now, 20 years later, they've turned what should've been a purely scientific approach into a religion. They might think that they're not a cult, but they sure behave like one at times. If you're not part of the Plan, then you're necessarily wrong, or at least you can't be a part of the discussion. That's amusing/annoying me. Louis is amusing/annoying me. He looks so sure of his own mind, and his own mission. He's an idiot.

(I must say, i'm glad for whaaaaat apparent return because I really loved that character's gravitas. Even if I could sense a lot of manipulation vibes, I dig it. Or maybe I'm just a huge fan of the actor)

FNG

OHOHO FNG!

We will get to Salvor in a second because - YES YES YES.

Re: Hari - Now, now you are really onto something. And it's incredible that you got here so fast, because it is not extremely apparent by Episode 5, neither in S1 overall, but the cultishness is very much book-canon. That is actually one of my favourite parts of the universe as a whole - there absolutely is a part of human psyche that *needs* some sort of a religious belief, that desire to accept something at face value without having to constantly logically evaluate it.

LOL at Louis - yep... he is not the sharpest tool in the kit, but he certainly is very earnest in his belief that he is correct. I was an immense fan of how little attention the Terminus gang paid to the basics of living and protecting themselves. They are truly lucky to have Salvor.

ONTO the main course - so, there are folks who aren't very happy with the changes that have been made to Salvor comparing to the books. In Ch 2 of the Foundation trilogy we immediately meet Hardin as a dude (yep, a gender swap) with immense gravitas - but he's very much a skilled politician who does not love resorting to violence when diplomacy can be used. This Salvor is much more instinct-driven, and quicker to react. However, I find that change really lovely - there is plenty of time for her to become a diplomat. She's got TONS of gravitas, too, she's self-assured yet vulnerable. Plus, I completely adore her and Hugo! I, too, would have her boss me around.

RE: COIN TOSS EXPERIMENT - You are correct - that's a mathematical inaccuracy that I already had an eye-twitch over. Each coin toss is statistically independent! It's always 50/50 (unless she has a tricky coin).

[incandescent-creativity]

I love you too, you creative genius! :D

Okay, more questions. Kind of silly questions as well as legit questions like in the first ask.

If you had to assign what fruit each of the teens and Dr. Agau would be, which ones would they all be and why if you have a reason?

What is Dr. Agau's favorite food?

Did you base any of the characters' personalities off of anyone particular? If so, who?

How many books will the SOLE project be, if done to plan?

Do you anticipate the book being completed if you finish Nano or do you think it'll be over 50k?

Have you ever dreamt about the SOLE project world? If so, what was the dream about?

What do you think would be the most popular fanfiction concept written about the SOLE Project books from their fans?

Which of your characters would you MOST like to see fanart of?

What do you think would be each character's creations to finding fanart or fanfiction of them?

OKAY so I KNOW that this was a pre-NaNo ask, but I was saving it to answer sometime in November, but then, well, you know, I blacked out in a creative fever, and now here we are.

SILLY QUESTIONS HERE WE GO :D

If you had to assign what fruit each of the teens and Dr. Agau would be, which ones would they all be and why if you have a reason?

Beth is a cranberry, because you have to flood cranberry fields to harvest them.

Hans is an pear. Hallie is a peach; sweet, and with a fuzzy sweater. Christian is an apple, because he likes pies. Matt is a strawberry. Michael is probably a lemon.

And Dr. Agau would be a tomato, because she's all about technicalities.

What is Dr. Agau's favorite food? Steak dinner with too many courses.

Did you base any of the characters' personalities off of anyone particular? If so, who?

I did originally base the cast off my only friend group at the time. Given as I started this project in middle school, as a different novel entirely, I think this is a writing sin that can be forgiven.

Now, they're their own characters with their own personalities, and the only thing that remains is the names.

How many books will the SOLE project be, if done to plan?

APPARENTLY it will not be a standalone, but a duology. It better stay as two, otherwise I'll tear my hair out.

Do you anticipate the book being completed if you finish Nano or do you think it'll be over 50k?

I didn't anticipate it being done after the 50k from NaNo, and I can now report that it isn't. The first book's first draft is nearly 150K long, there's no way this sequel won't be at least 100k. Help.

Have you ever dreamt about the SOLE project world? If so, what was the dream about? No, I hardly ever remember my dreams.

I know that other people have dreamt about it, which is wild.

What do you think would be the most popular fanfiction concept written about the SOLE Project books from their fans?

Fix it fics with happy endings.

Which of your characters would you MOST like to see fanart of?

I think both Hans's and Dr. Agau's designs are fun and compelling to draw, for different reasons. One being wings, obviously (check this out!) and the other being the severity and stand-out details Barbara has (e.g. red lipstick, hair bun).

What do you think would be each character's creations to finding fanart or fanfiction of them?

If Dr. Agau deigned to interact with it, it would be to go through and write up everything wrong with it. From scientific inaccuracies to things she wouldn't do or say, that poor author is getting a dissertation in their comment section.

Hans would think it's flattering but doesn't quite understand why him. Beth is the same, but she's more unnerved by it. Matt would think it's the coolest thing ever and want to make friends with every artist he finds. Hallie likes fanart better than fanfiction. Christian doesn't want anything to do with either; poor lad's self loathing is a little too strong for that.

Fanart would inspire Michael to try his own hand at art.

[mischiefmanifold]

Our Syscourse Code

[link to carrd] - doing this because despite us saying we're not included in syscourse we are at least a little bit

(NOTE: Nobody will be fakeclaimed on this account, but scientific inaccuracies will be corrected. If you feel like that's fakeclaiming or invalidating, I literally do not care)

1. Do you believe in endogenic plurality?

👎 (N) - No (I MIGHT be willing to reconsider if multiple reliable studies come out on endos, but until then it's a hard no)

2. Opinion on tulpas?

💚 (TCA) - I think it is cultural appropriation and am against it -> aka I listen to the people from the culture which is the bare fucking minimum

3. Do you think endos just don't remember their trauma?

📕 (YTR) - Yes

4. Opinion on shared spaces?

🔻 (ASP) - Against it

▪️ (NUSP) - Nuanced opinion / other -> even if endos are real, their experiences are too different than that of people with CDDs to justify shared spaces

5. Do you think endogenic plurality is comparable to transX?

🔴 (TXY) - Yes

6. Do you think you can have a CDD without trauma?

🌑 (DTNO) - No

7. Do you think introjects from other cultures should be able to use that culture's names if they aren't bodily part of it (eg. Japanese introject using Japanese names, while in a white body)?

🔇(ONA) I have an opinion but would prefer not to state it

🟦 (CNNU) - Nuanced opinion / other -> I would rather people listen to people from these cultures

8. Opinion on researched self diagnosis?

☘️ (SDXNU) - Nuanced opinion / other -> self diagnosis is a good starting point when well-researched, but people who are self diagnosed need to work to getting a professional diagnosis to get proper treatment; people who choose to self diagnose even with the proper resources to get a professional diagnosis are not valid

9. "Sysmed" as a term

☁️ (SMT) - I think it's transphobic, and we should use another term

🌦 (SMA) - Against it

10. "Traumascum" as a term

🥧 (TSA) - Against it

🍪 (TSNU) - Nuanced opinion / other -> it's horrifically transphobic

11. Endos using the term "system"

🐉 (ESA) - Against it

12. Endos using the term "alter"

🪲 (EAA) - Against it

13. Opinion on xeno-origins

🐟 (XEA) - Against it

[flowersneverbend]

bc im Very Normal i made this timeline map just for my gf self insert alone bc over the years i keep coming up w AUs lol. so! a breakdown/description of each of the times

80s: If the Portal Went....

Wrong (canon): The timeline that’s canon to my self insert. Ford got lost in the portal and after finding out, my self insert while searching for ways to bring him back learns about the Time Squadron, joins solely to have access to their time-traveling tech, and defects as soon as the opportunity presents itself so they can travel across timelines looking for their specific Ford. BUT BEFORE ALL THAT they’re just a silly little science fiction comic author who comes to GF during the summer for creative retreats which is how they first meet Ford (in person anyway. He became aware of their work and sent them a seven page letter criticizing their comics of their “scientific inaccuracy” when depicting paranormal creatures/phenomena).

Right (alpha timeline): Based off the timeline mentioned in the journal where Ford never entered the portal and the project surrounding the portal actually went right. In my self insert’s canon, Ford was going to propose w the completion of the portal so bc in this AU the project was successful, Ford and my s/i get married and settle down in GF along w his research institute 

“Cogwheel” AU: AU where it’s just me in present day GF. My s/i here is prob the closest to just irl me, no lore heavy backstory on why I’m there just. Me in GF. While this AU is my least lore heavy, its prob my most self indulgent bc it makes me the most central to the plot lol. The cogwheel is my symbol on the wheel of intrigue bc the wheel itself is Literally part of cog (i like cogs and as a friend pointed out, the cog also fits in w the time motif). Had an idea that the wheel can only really be activated if my s/i is also there almost as a final key/emergent property and that was the reason why (in addition to Ford bickering w Stan in the finale lol) that we don’t see it work. Vegas AU (with Stan): AU where it’s me w Stan! I also selfship w Stan but Ford is more a primary F/O. Just a fun AU where my s/i meets him in Vegas.  Dating both Stans (Best Timeline): I mean like. What is there left to say lol. Just present day me smooching two Stans, ideal.

[dramasing2]

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[bananamedical]

Another word for things found in nature

The apparition of the word translating the idea of “nature” has been traced back by linguists in many languages: at least Latin (Pellicer, 1966 Rolston, 1997), ancient Greek (Benveniste, 1948) and Chinese (Zhang, 2011), but also some less widespread languages such as Finnish (Jämsä, 1999). As a conslusion, we compare the semantic clusters stemming from these analyses with the contemporary scientific vision of nature in conservation science, in order to see how this semantic diversity can be an obstacle or a chance for the global conservation of “nature”. Such ambiguity may constitute the very source of many raging debates among ecologists, such as the “balance of nature” debate (Simberloff, 2014) and many others. In this study, we analyze the origins and evolution of the word “nature” in European languages, from its ancient Greek equivalent to Latin and then to modern meanings, showing that this word, already deemed vague and ambiguous since its most ancient uses, overwhelmingly changed in meaning several times in its history, which is at the basis of its current vagueness and ambiguity. Moreover, some punctual studies showed that, as for “wilderness” (Callicott, 2000), the word “nature” does not always have a translation in other languages (Philippe Descola, 2005), or can embody different meanings within a language. Nevertheless, these works have already stressed out that the word “nature” is very difficult to define, and has gone through many changes of meaning during its history (Lenoble, 1969). Hence, studying the concept of “nature” itself and its relationship with practical objects and social projects is crucial for conservation sciences and derived policies: many linguists, philosophers, and historians have already shown that its meaning is far from being unified or self-evident (Larrère and Larrère, 2015), but such works have had little popularization in biological sciences so far. However, “nature” is not such an easy word, and it actually fits the definition of an abstract concept, hence a mental construction rather than a concrete notion, which is situated both historically and geographically, and needs definition in context (Ellen, 1996), just like what has been done about “wilderness” (Rolston III, 1997, Callicott & Nelson, 1998, Callicott, 2008a) or more recently about the idea of a “balance ” (Simberloff, 2014). Many close and successful new technical words have been born in the same lexical field, such as “ecosystem”, “biodiversity”, “biosphere”, and even “Gaia”, but none of them ever really supplanted “nature”, even in scientific literature, and it is still the title of one of the most important scientific journals. As scientific knowledge of nature is (and will always remain) incomplete, scientists have to rely on mental representations and theoretical concepts, but these must be identified as such, and clearly defined (Demeritt, 2002). However, the appealing concept of “nature” has never been really theorized during all this time, and has been used to name more and more diverse things, as well as their opposite, at the risk of becoming another meaningless panchreston (Simberloff, 2014). Intense debates, significant thinkers and prominent scientific advances have made this field one of the most important socially in contemporary science, having a strong influence on national and international politics. Since early whistle-blowers such as John Muir or Rachel Carson to the theorization of a whole scientific discipline coined as “conservation biology” (Soulé, 1985), the conservation of nature has reached both wide popular concern and scientific maturity. Since at least the 1970s, a wide scientific, political, and public consensus has emerged about the crucial necessity of “protecting nature” (Worster, 1994). Nature preservation ought to take into account this semantic diversity when proposing policies, integrating the relativity and potential inaccuracy of the currently dominating occidental definition. One of the main present occidental meanings of “nature”, designating what is opposed to humans, currently used in public policies, conservation science, or environmental ethics, hence appears rare and recent, and contradictory with most other visions of nature, including former European representations and contemporary foreign ones. It appears that this word aggregated successively different and sometimes conflicting meanings throughout its history. We examine here the origins, etymology, and historical semantics of this word and its different meanings in contemporary European languages. However, while nature preservation has become a major social concern, the idea of nature remains elusive. The idea of ‘nature’ is at the very core of science, considered as its flagship and deepest link with human societies.

[jurassicsunsets]

sauropod emojis, as rated by a palaeontology student

apple:

not a bad start here overall! this is recognisably intended as a brachiosaurid, and the skull shape and overall profile are pretty good (though they look a bit juvenile-ish). points off, though, for the inaccurate hands - rather than elephantine columns, they were more shaped like lima beans in cross-section. yes, really. they also only had one claw per hand (it was on the thumb). also points off for having the external fleshy nostril located on the dome of the skull; while this is the position of the bony external nostril, there is evidence that the fleshy nostril was probably located at the tip of the snout. its dead eye haunts me

score: 7/10 solid attempt

google:

google clearly went for a cartoonier approach, and to my view it served them well. still recognisably a brachiosaur - the shape of the skull and overall proportions make it resemble Europasaurus, a type of dwarf sauropod that lived on an island in what is now eastern europe. which immediately ups its score in my book. however, it falls victim to the same issues with elephantine hands as did the apple one, and as such i can’t give it a perfect score.

score: 9/10 friendly!

microsoft:

this emoji cleverly avoids any scientific inaccuracies by being extremely cartoony. i like the use of single colours rather than gradients. a little too simple for my tastes though. i can’t tell what find of sauropod, if any, it was intended to be - a brachiosaur, because of the upright neck? a mamenchisaur, maybe? i have little to work with.

score: 6/10 just too vague

samsung:

i don’t like her at all. clearly a brachiosaur - sensing a common theme - but something about it is just unpleasant to me. the body seems too fat, the limbs too short, the tail too noodly, the head too pointy. also messes up the hands again.

score: 3/10. please leave.

whatsapp:

at last, an emoji that bucks the brachiosaur trend!! this is clearly not a brachiosaur. in fact, it looks like a possible Cetiosaurus-type deal. whatever it is, it’s charming. the nostrils are at the end of the snout as they should be and - is it? - can it be? - it is! the hands are anatomically correct! each clearly has one claw, located on the thumb, and though we can’t see well, they don’t appear to be elephantine. i love them a lot.

score: 10/10 only shooting stars break the mold - oh god im so sorry i shouldve phrased that differently--

twitter:

a classic. what it lacks in detail it makes up in simplicity. it has pleasant lines and an appealing silhouette. it’s extremely vague and not based off of any real genus, and the tail is far too short, but for some reason this doesn’t bother me too much. 

score: 8/10. exquisite

facebook:

hm. hmm. a lot of anatomical though was clearly put into this; overall the body form looks like a plausible sauropod. the proportions look a little weird, sure, but that seems to be perspective - after all, most sauropods were gigantic beings. beefy boys, if you will. its nostrils, upon close inspection, are correctly placed; however, its hands and feet are all messed up. i guess the real conundrum for me is that it seems to be a mish-mash of sauropods - remove the braciosaur-like domed skull, and it would be a great fit for an Apatosaurus. 

score: 8/10 i’m conflicted

joypixels

what in the hell is joypixels? and what in the hell is this? i just...the hands and feet are plantigrade, meaning that the ankles touch the ground, when actual sauropods were digitigrade - walking on their toes. the shoulder and hip muscles aren’t there, and instead the limbs are just awkwardly connected to the body. it reminds me of a turtle, and not in a good way.

score: 4/10. uninspired and dull

openmoji:

they didnt try. nor will i.

score: 0/10 make an effort

emojidex

every emojidex emoji i have ever seen has just been awful. this is no different. this looks like a stereotypical loser from a meme, but as a dinosaur. the contrast between the decently moderate level of artistic detail put in and the blatant disinterest towards making it look like an animal is staggering. just awful.

score: -3/10 i just cant care enough about it to rate it lower

emojipedia:

excuse me? what the fuck? what the fuck is this? this is the main character from the low-budget ripoff of the good dinosaur. the head looks like a Corythosaurus  and the body looks like barney in leapfrog stance. the gradients just make me feel a little sick. it’s awful. look at the hindlimbs and tell me that any love was put into drawing this. it’s like how a dinosaur would be drawn on tom and jerry but like, the bad charmless ones made in the 90s that were trying hard to emulate the originals. the hands look like green snowboots.

score: -500/10 i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you 

[selfawarejester]

It's The Vanilla And Spice That Does You In (Cora Hale x Reader)

Hey, Kit! Thanks for the first request dearest 🥰🥰! (I remembered that you wanted more Derek, so here you go!)

pairing: Cora Hale x Reader

rating: nothing saucy, they just sleep in the same bed.

You and Cora were never the closest people in the pack.

As a human, you gravitated to Stiles and Lydia — even though the strawberry blonde was a banshee, she was still more on your side of the scales than the others’. Scott was someone you’d spent many an evening with, third-and-fourth wheeling to whatever crazy theory Stiles had been plotting up in his room, which eventually led to you being accepted into the nerdtastic duo… and you don’t regret any of it.

Allison was a tad too serious, and you’d only really become friends with her after she broke up with Scott, which yeesh, but she still offered to help you learn how to defend yourself which you appreciated immensely. Similarly, Isaac was a friend, but you weren’t that close.

The Hales were a whole different can of beans. Derek used to be this terrifying entity that made you have a heart attack every interaction you had, but now was just a bitter, deeply flawed man that you used to crush on when you were a kid. Peter was the creepiest of all creepers, and you gave him a wide berth in every way possible.

Cora… well, she was nice enough. It was a distant kind of politeness, the kind that made you think it was just out of routine and not because she actually cared about being nice to you — the same way she opened doors for Lydia, or unscrewed jars for Stiles (though she did make fun of him mercilessly for it), or offered to walk with you and Isaac to Biology.

So, it happens during a pack meeting; or we’ll, right after one. You’re talking about implementing patrols, just to come out ahead of whichever serial killer was coming after all of you next. Stiles and Isaac had ended up arguing, of course — “Maybe this is just you being paranoid, Buzzfeed Unsolved.” “Hey, that is a great show, and it’s not my fault if you wanna be lazy, Lahey!” “Ha, big words from the guy who won’t be doing any legwork!”

And slowly, sides started to form, at which point Derek interceded and suggested that everyone go home for the evening and sleep it off. Stiles, Scott and Lydia took the chance and ditched everyone, eager to get away from the tension and finally introduce the girl to Star Wars.

Allison rolled her eyes, and leaned over to you. “Stiles is gonna regret it when she starts pointing out the scientific inaccuracies.” And you have to laugh, remembering the torturous night that she decimated Total Recall. But what shocked you was the chuckle that came from the other end of the couch, and the quirk of Cora’s lips as she browsed through her phone. You brushed it off, assuming that it was a meme or something.

“So. Do you need a ride home? It’s on my way.” Allison asks, and you refuse, citing that you wanted to help Isaac with biology.

“Oh, why didn’t you ask Lydia-?”

“Nope!” Isaac calls out from the kitchen, puttering in with arms stacked high full of snacks. “She’s mean.”

Allison… has to agree and leaves you to your studying.

Unfortunately, y’all are bad at it.

After a good thirty minutes of rage-quitting, Cora finally gives in with a loud groan that startled both of you. You hadn’t noticed that she was still there.

“Move over, dimwits, I’ll help.”

So, maybe you were ignorant or she was just great at hiding it, but she was great at Biology. Not Lydia level, but she understood the concepts well enough that she was able to tailor the explanation differently for you and Isaac. By the end of it, you were grinning widely, feeling like you actually understood something.

You thank her, saying as much, and there’s this underlying fondness to her smile — a very rare, pretty thing that you found yourself wanting more and more of — and jostles your shoulder with hers. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Well, what’s going on here??” You all groan in unison, and ignore Peter leaning over the back of the couch to gaze intently on his niece… who’s sidled up to you pretty close. “You know, Ms. L/N, we have strict rules for our little girl.”

“Shut up, Peter.” Cora growls, throwing a venomous glare that you can’t help but try (and fail) to mirror. “Yeah, don’t you have other teenage girls to perv on?” Isaac chimes in, backing you up. Peter holds up his hands in mock surrender, before returning to his usual schmooze of I know better than you.

“All I wanted to do was tell you that the storm is getting really bad.” All of your heads’ snap to the window— god, it was really coming down. You had to walk back in that?? You’d die of hypothermia, if you didn’t slip or get in an accident.

“Sorry, Y/N, my music was turned up too high.” Cora says quietly, right next to your ear. A shiver goes down your spine, and you convince yourself it’s the cold, and shake your head. “Hey, it’s okay. You couldn’t focus, I get it.” And then you turn back, frowning at the lightning that lights up the loft for a moment. “But there’s no way I can go home tonight.”

“You can stay here.” You whip your head to Cora, wide-eyed but genuine behind you. You’re too thrown off-guard by her proposition to notice how quick it came, but Peter and Isaac do, sharing a sly glance before the teenage wolf realizes who he’s doing it with and grimaces, shaking his head. “Yeah, you can bunk with Cora.”

“Oh, I don’t wanna impose… I can sleep in Isaac’s.” You offer. You don’t want to impose, but you recognize the burgeoning bundle of emotion in your chest, and it won’t be helped by sleeping the same room as the gorgeous Hale. Cora shakes her head, pushing herself to her feet. “Won’t work, Isaac’s room is messy as hell-“ “hey!”

Peter slinks forward. “I would offer, but considering my history…” He turns his sharp look onto his niece, who’s scowling at him again.

“It’ll be easier this way. C’mon.”

She holds out a hand, and you take an embarrassingly long moment staring at it, before taking it and letting her haul you up. She urges you up the stairs to her room, shrugging off her jacket and kicking off her shoes with no hesitation, while you’re standing next to the doorway like a statue. She slants an elegant eyebrow, and your heart flutters because oh my god-

“Are you coming?” She asks slowly, before dropping onto the bed. You gape, pulling off your jacket and ditching your boots with no little trepidation. You sit on the bed with shaky moves. “Okay, why are you so anxious? I’m not going to make fun of your movie, I swear.” “W-what?” “The… movie? I asked you in the hall?”

Oh, she had? Okay. Okay, yeah, you could do a movie! You picked something funny, cheesy, a little kitschy — you wouldn’t be offended if she decided to tear it to shreds. But she doesn’t, just sits there and laughs at the jokes, and raises an eyebrow at the bits that don’t land. But she watches it seriously, much seriously than you, and when you bring it up, laughing and drunk off of Sprite, she just levels you with a serious look and says in a voice that sends shivers up your spine again. “It was important to you, why would I make fun of it?”

Now you know which of the Hales is the one with the game. Further proof is how Derek immediately barges in and glares at both of you. “That’s enough.” He bites out. “Sleep.”

You’re glad for the interruption, but Cora mutters something in Spanish under her breath, and you’re almost positive it was a curse.

You clamber down to the floor, pulling the extra pillow with you when Cora grabs your hand. “Whoa, whoa, where are you going?” You blink, and point downwards. “…to sleep?” And she laughs, pulling you back up. “Do you have any idea how much colder the concrete’s gonna get overnight? You’ll freeze. Just sleep here, I don’t mind.”

You should know better, you really should, but she’s so sweet that you relent and slip in beside her.

You usually can't sleep well in other people's homes - it took you months before you could even nap on Stiles' couch - but you don't even remember falling asleep.

All you can recall is the morning sun slipping through the slit in the curtains, falling on the wall opposite you thankfully and causing you to stir.

There's a delicate arm around you, but you know Cora's much stronger than her frame gives away. Her face is buried in your hair, which doesn't seem comfortable, but you can her breathing evenly. She smells great, like vanilla and spice... just as alluring and mysterious as the woman herself. Your cheeks color as she makes a content sound and cuddles into you closer. Her eyelashes are really long, closed and brushing across rosy apples cheeks. She never needed make-up, and it was obvious now, with her freckles in full display, with petal-like full lips that you gravitate towards...

You flinch when the door slams open again, a panting shirtless Derek glaring at you again.

"Rain's gone. Bye."

"Go away, Derek." Cora says, voice much too crisp and clear for someone still sleeping.

"Stop putting the moves on someone three feet from my room, and I will." He hisses, making Cora lift her head and give him an impassive look that sends him stalking off.

"He's got a point, you know." She says, shifting to sit up against the headboard, brushing silky chestnut locks away from her face. "How about breakfast at the little diner down the street?"

You grin as you realize what she's been playing at, very carefully poking at your boundaries and checking out your reaction, since yesterday.

"I'd love that."

[atheistforhumanity]

Why did u decide to be atheist?

Hello Anon,

This is an excellent question. I wouldn't describe my transition from belief to non-belief as a decision. To me it was much more of a realization that could not be avoided. I felt like I had finally solved a complex puzzle that I had spent years approaching from the wrong direction.

My education is solely responsible for transition and I've felt more free than I've ever been. Like everyone else, my world view was plagued by a number of fallacies, misinformation, emotional entanglement, and a drive to stick to what I felt was true. Maybe that's why I have this blog. So I can maybe I can help other people muddle through all those barriers I went through.

After spending many more years in college than anyone has to, I went from a high school drop out to a learned young man who had drastically improved my critical thinking and analytical skills, not to mention my reading level, which allowed me to read the great minds of the past. I learned how to conduct real research and how to evaluate sources.

Here are my top three major realizations that turned me into a non-believer:

1. Standard of Proof: Before I received an education, I frankly had no idea what it meant to prove an idea. Like most people, I thought an idea is proven when it's presented in the most convincing way. If I was convinced then it must be true. But that's not how reality works and by studying both philosophy and science, I came to realize that much of what I thought was evidence in favor of my higher power was in fact a string of poor reasoning on my part. Something that impacted me greatly was reading Descartes' Meditation where he attempts to prove the existence of God. After reading it I immediately saw that Descartes had broke his line of reasoning and made a massive jump with no evidential foundation. At the time I was a very spiritual, but not religious type person. This sent me on a spiral of reevaluating all ideas on the spirit, god, and any other metaphysical beliefs. I realized that the whole culture I participated in was also making declarations that had no foundation in reality, and only exist if we assume them to exist.

2. Knowledge of Pre-Christianity: Despite having a Christian upbringing, I was never one to really believe in the Bible. The glaring scientific and historical inaccuracies were too obvious to ignore. However, I remember reading about pagan religions before Christianity and before Judaism as well. I learned a little about the Gods that proceeded those religions, how the foundations of Judaism and their god were such retellings of older stories, and a little about how historical records show the slow transition of belief and progression of ideas. I always viewed Christianity as a fabrication, but seeing how the process unfolds in society and devastatingly simple and natural the process was it made me reevaluate everything I knew or thought about all supernatural and spiritual claims. Learning some detail about the process made me look at the whole world in a different way, and understand that most of what people believed in was a result of these evolving tales that never truly die. For a variety of psychological reasons, human beings are a sucker for a good story.

3. A Desire for Truth: This is the most crucial factor above all others. In America, there is a strong cultural focus on interpreting the world in your own way, because personal freedom means that your thoughts cannot be controlled. Throughout American history, since the Puritans settled here, people have taken this freedom to imply that anything goes. And I mean anything! This has been the cause of hundreds of new sects of Christianity, countless cults and waves of ever changing magical thinking. This has also led to a number of anti-intellectual movements in U.S. history, which I've written a little about before. It all stems from the idea that the freedom to hold any idea also means that the truth is always in debate and that they can never be wrong. I mean wrong in an objective way, that everything is a matter of opinion. America's religious routes are the foundation of all relativism in our culture today.

I had to shed this idea that everything was a matter of opinion and that the goal should be to come up with a world view. My idea of "figuring out" the world was like shopping at a super store and filling my cart with anything that appealed to me without any real concern for validity. I made a decision to drop ideas that I liked, and to actually interpret the world factually and critically. I essentially started completely over and asked myself, 'with all of our knowledge in the modern era, what can we say we truly know about life, the world, and existence?'

After that I cut away all magical thinking, all unfounded assumptions, evaluated all ideas with a new scrutiny, and educated myself on what is known so far. In the process of doing this I transitioned to atheism, not by choice, but as a matter of intellectual integrity. An atheist is simply someone who is not convinced that any gods exist, and I absolutely fit into that category.

[your-eternal-muse]

Wish I Were....

Heather Series Chapter 12 (FINAL PART)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Bonus!:Readers Card Confession Bonus!:To Hold On, To Let Go, Spencers take Bonus!:Series Playlist

Summery: Reader no longer wishes she were someone else

Words: 4k

Warnings: Swearing, Description of Birth, just pure, tooth aching fluff

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Y/N: This is it y’all. This is the final chapter of the Heather's Series. I started this journey a little over a month ago, and my god, has it been amazing. I never thought it would pick up the traction it did, and I am so glad I decided to start posting in the first place. I’m gonna take a short break from posting any writing just to recuperate and stuff, but it won’t last longer than a week, and I will still be interacting on the platform itself. I want to thank every single reader who has liked and/or reblogged my work. It means so much to me, and I would not have gotten this far without your support. I love you all with all of my heart. There will be one more bonus “chapter” that I will be posting within the next couple days, but it’ll be mostly headcanons, and answering any questions you may have about the series. I hope the ending is worth it. 

With love, your eternal muse,

Frankie <3

~~~~~

I used to be a night owl.

I used to live in the night, sit under the stars and soak it all up.

I used to not go to bed until hours after the sunset, perfectly content to not waking up until hours after it had risen.

Now, I’m lucky to sleep for a few hours between dusk and dawn.

But I’m okay with that.

The ringing of trembling tears echoes through my ears, and I stir awake.

I rub my face, looking at the clock as I push back the comforter.

4 am.

Oh goody.

“I’ve got her baby, go back to sleep.”

Spencer whispers in my ear, planting a kiss on my shoulder, and I’m not one to argue.

I fall back into the pillows, pulling the blanket back up to my chin, my eyes closing without much resistance.

I wake an hour late, expecting to feel his body warmth against my back.

I turn, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, realizing that the blanket is still pulled back from when he got up the hour before.

Oh dear lord please tell me she didn’t get sick.

I climb out of bed, padding down the hallway towards the soft glow of light emitting from her room.

I pause at the doorway, watching as he holds her close to his chest, a smile draped across his face.

I can’t help but stand and watch as he sways back and forth, watching her sleep in his arms.

I notice her tiny hand is clasped around his ring finger, the gold of his wedding band glowing in the dim light.

I love that ring on him.

I never thought I’d be the one to put it on him.

My heart is pounding in my chest.

Why am I so nervous?

He’s not going to leave me stranded.

Right?

Jesus, get a grip, y/n.

“Are you ready y/n?” Hotch walks around the corner, fixing his cuff links as he walks up to me.

I take a deep breath in, trying to convince myself that I wasn’t going to throw up.

“Yep. I’m ready, I just….” I fan myself. “Is it normal to feel like you’re going to pass out on your wedding day?”

He smiles, coming forward and taking hold of my hand. “It is. And I guarantee you, he’s worse than you are.”

I laugh, just imagining the state he’s in.

He hasn’t seen me in three days, since I’m a stickler for tradition.

It was my bachelorette party, than his bachelor party, and now here we are.

“When Haley and I got married, I was a nervous wreck. I don’t think I took a normal breath until hours after just because I was so worried about everything going to plan.”

He brushes some of the curls framing my face out of my eye sight.

“But, when I met her eyes, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. It was just us, and I knew, at that moment, that everything would be okay.”

I nod, exhaling. “Okay. I’m ready.”

He loops my arm through his, turning to the closed doors where my future waits for me.

“Thank you, Aaron. For giving me away. You’re the closest thing to a father I’ve got.”

He pats my hand. “It’s my honor, y/n.”

I hear the start of the music, and my heart jump starts. 

I grip his arm, trying to control my breathing. 

“Don’t let me fall.”

“Never.”

The doors open, and for a moment, I panic.

But then my eyes meet his.

And everything else disappears.

His hands are clasped in front of him, and I see him look me over, taking in everything.

Tears are streaming down both of our faces, and god, I never realized how much I missed him when he’s gone.

We reach the altar, where a proud Rossi stands, and Hotch hands me off with a kiss to my cheek.

I hand JJ my flowers, turning clasping Spencer's hands in mine.

When my hand touches his, my breathing returns to normal.

However, before I even notice, JJ is handing me a folded piece of paper that holds my vows.

Weddings always seem longer when you’re not in them.

I unfold the paper, clearing my throat.

“I don’t have an eidetic memory, so I need this so I don’t make a fool of myself.”

A couple laughs from the crowd.

Okay, here goes nothing.

“The first time I saw you, you were sitting at your desk, while Derek and JJ sat around you, watching you explain the scientific inaccuracies of Star Wars.”

He laughs, and Derek pats his shoulder from behind him.

“I was awestruck to say the least. The way your eyes lit up with excitement, how your hands couldn’t stay still.”

I take a breath, trying to keep the tears at bay.

“I fell in love with you at that moment. But I knew I was done for when you looked at me for the first time.”

Rossi produces a tissue from his pocket, and I laugh, accepting and blotting at my tears.

“You are my best friend. You are there for me in my darkest times, and are often the cause of all my light ones. You hold me when I cry, and you laugh when I’m angry at something stupid. You never make me feel stupid. You are the greatest thing to have ever happened to me.”

Christ, why was this so hard?

“I love you. And I promise to cherish you, and not get annoyed when you ramble on about god knows what, because I love to listen to you talk. I promise to never make you feel like you don’t matter, because you matter so much. I promise to love you through thick and thin, in sickness and in health, until the end of time itself. I choose you, forever and always.”

I fold the paper up again, dabbing away my tears.

“Well, look at that, I still made a fool of myself.”

More laughs, and I hear a few sniffles here and there. 

Spencer wipes his own eyes. “I don’t know if I can top that.”

I giggle.

He goes into his jacket, and pulls out a white envelope, and my face scrunches in confusion.

“It’s not what you think it is.” He whispers.

He opens it, pulling out a car, and begins to read from the inside.

“You told me once, in a card similar to this one, that the moment you admitted to yourself that you loved me, was on a road trip to visit my mom. I thought it fitting that I tell you that, that was the moment I admitted to myself that I loved you in the same way. So here we are.”

I bring a hand up to my mouth, covering the ugly sobs that threaten to spill out.

“We had only known each other for a month, but you were easily taking over every brain cell in my mind. I was terrified of you saying no, but I asked anyway. Those two weeks were some of the best of my life. I fell in love with your laugh, your smile, the way your hair looks in the sunlight. I fell in love with you from the driver's seat and I’ve loved you ever since. You deserve to be reminded of that every day for the rest of your life. I promise to hold and cherish the heart that you have given me. I promise to catch you, every time you run away. I promise to protect you with my life. You mean everything to me, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of forever with you. I love you, forever and always.”

He closes it, and it takes a moment for me to gather myself.

“I promise I didn’t look at your vows before writing mine.”

I laugh.

Rossi clears his throat. “The rings please, Henry.”

Henry walks forward, our rings sitting on the pillow as he smiles at us. 

“Thank you buddy.” I say, taking hold of Spencer’s between my fingers.

“Alright. Y/n, repeat after me. I, Y/n Y/l/n, take Spencer Reid, to be my husband.”

I repeat the words, a smile growing bigger and bigger on my face.

“To have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until the end of time.”

Can I kiss him yet?

I say the words, like casting a spell, before slipping the golden band onto his finger.

Rossi repeats the phrase, and Spencer’s smile is as big as mine, if not bigger.

“Until the end of time.”

He delicately slips the ring on my finger, and my heart starts pounding.

“One more question for each of you. I promise, we're almost there.”

He smiles at each of us, before turning back to me.

“Do you, Y/n Y/l/n, take Spencer Reid as your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

Not even a question.

“And do you, Spencer Reid, take Y/n Y/l/n as your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.”

I start bouncing on my toes, too excited to care.

“Then it is my great pleasure and honor to pronounce you, husband and wife.”

He turns to Spencer. “You may now kiss the bride.”

He doesn’t hesitate, cradling my face in his hands as he places his lips on mine.

It’s just me and him, in an empty room.

I move my hands up his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck.

It’s only when we break, that I remember people are here, and the room is filled with applause.

With our hands clasped together we walk back down the aisle, and I swear I am never going to be this happy ever again. And that’s okay.

My eyes fall from his arms, to the dresser sitting next to her crib. 

The top is covered with photos, personalized trinkets, and books. 

One picture is framed with her name in gold lettering down the side.

My first sonogram.

Through the glass I can see wrinkles in the film.

Spencer carried it with him until the day she was born.

He had always mentioned how he wanted to have kids someday.

It didn’t make me any less nervous to tell him, though.

“Hello?”

“Hi! Is this Mrs. Y/n Reid?”

I stop writing, my pen mid stroke on my paper.

“This is she.”

“Hello! This is Nicole calling from United Health with the results of your pregnancy test.”

Jesus that was fast.

“Oh! That was quicker than I expected.”

I set my pen down, closing my file, pushing some hair behind my ear, looking around to see if anyone was in ear shot.

They weren’t.

“We get that a lot. But, I’d like to say congratulations! You are pregnant!”

I stop breathing for a moment.

“Oh my god. Oh my god! Thank you!”

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

“You’re so welcome! Congratulations again! Have a great rest of your day!”

I hang up, still trying to grasp the words that have just been spoken to me.

I’m pregnant.

I’m fucking pregnant.

Holy fuck.

“Y/n? Baby, are you okay?”

I snap out of my daze to see Spencer standing beside my desk, a look of skeptical worry on his face.

“Uh...yeah. Yeah. I’m fine. Um…”

I have to tell him. I can’t keep this a secret from him, even if I wanted to try and surprise him.

I stand, running my hands over my pants.

“Okay, somethings wrong. You do that when you’re nervous.”

I can’t help but laugh, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

“Nothings wrong, Spence. Um, I just got a call from United Health.”

He’s confused, setting the file in his hand, down on my desk.

“Why would United Health be calling you?”

There are days when I can't believe he has an I.Q. of 187.

“I went in yesterday, to get a test done. I’ve been gaining weight, and I’ve been getting sick in the mornings. I also skipped my last period.”

I can sense the wheels beginning to turn in his head.

“Wait. Are you…”

I nod, tears falling down my cheeks. “I’m pregnant, Spencer.”

It takes a moment for the words to register in his brain, but then he’s yelling in excitement, throwing his arms around my waist, picking me up and spinning me around.

He sets me down, his eyes red rimmed, his smile one I will never forget.

“You’re pregnant. Oh my god we’re having a baby.”

His hands are placed on either side of my face, and I can’t help but laugh at his infectious excitement.

“Who’s having a baby, now?”

Derek walks up, and Spencer turns, and I know Derek knows just by the shit eating grin on Spencer’s face.

But I just love saying it.

“I’m pregnant.”

Derek’s eyes light up as he claps his hands together, before pulling Spencer into a hug. “My man!”

JJ and Emily gather around, all smiles and squeals as I’m captured in the middle of a group hug.

Penelope walks into the bullpen then, confusion written across her face.

“What’s going on out here? Why are you guys screaming? Who won the lottery?”

I bite my lip, trying to hold back the smile.

“I’m pregnant!” I all but scream.

Penelope’s expression changes in an instant as she practically runs forward.

“Oh my god! Holy crap! Baby genius! That’s so much better than the lottery!” 

She catches me in a bone crushing hug before suddenly pulling back.

“Crap. Sorry. Fragile baby.”

“Congratulations baby girl.” Derek swaps places with Penelope, who is now hugging Spencer with everything she has.

“Alright, why are you guys hugging each other?”

Rossi and Hotch walk through the glass doors, taking in the commotion.

I feel Spencer wrap his arms around me from behind, as he kisses my shoulder, my neck, my cheek.

“I’m pregnant!”

A smile immediately forms on Rossi’s face as he comes forward, grasping my face between his hands, kissing me on each of my cheeks.

“Congratulations, principessa.”

“Congratulations, to both of you.”

Hotch is smiling, waiting his turn to give hugs.

“It’s decided, celebratory dinner at my place tonight!” Rossi announces and we all cheer.

I turn my head, placing my hands over Spencer’s which are now resting over my stomach.

“I love you.” I smile.

“I love you, too. Both of you.”

Soft humming breaks the silence of the room, and quiet words float through the air as he sings to her sleeping form.

“Come Josephine, in my flying machine. Going up she goes, up she goes.”

I enter the room then, tip toeing over to stand by his side, leaning my head against his shoulder as I gently stroke her hair.

“Up, up, a little bit higher. Oh! My! The moon is on fire! Come, Josephine in my flying machine going up, all on, goodbye!”

She’s tiny.

I couldn’t fathom how tiny she was a month ago, and she has grown, but she’s still so small.

Has it already been a month?

“Jesus fuck, I  promised myself this wouldn’t happen at work.”

I shouldn’t have come in.

I know that.

I know that waking up with contractions is a tell tale sign that you should not go to work.

But she isn’t due for another two weeks. Two weeks is a long time. Hopefully enough time to get a grip on myself so I don’t panic that I’m gonna fail as a mother every time I think about it too hard.

I thought maybe I could just get through the day, but the warm stream trickling down my leg is a big fuck no to that.

I’m trying to steady my breathing, the cup of tea I was making abandoned on the counter as I grip the edge with a force I didn’t know I had.

“Y/n? Is everything okay?”

Hotch walks up, worry creasing his brow.

He places a hand on my back, a comfort as pain ripples up and down my spine.

I shake my head. “I need Spencer.”

I shift my weight from leg to leg. “And a towel.”

He nods his head, looking around for a chair, frowning when he comes up empty.

“Aaron,” I say, turning my head towards him. “Please go get my husband.”

“Right.” He nods, taking a second to make sure I wasn’t going to topple over before almost running towards Penelope's bat cave.

A hiss escapes my mouth as I feel a jab in my side.

“Yeah, I know baby, I wish he would hurry the fuck up too.”

A plethora of footsteps fall upon my ears, and Spencer immediately places a hand on my lower back, taking hold of mine with his other.

“How far apart are they?” is the first thing out of his mouth.

“I’m fine, honey, thanks for asking.” I say as we start to make our way towards the front glass doors.

He gives me a look and I sigh.

“I don’t know. I thought if I didn’t count they’d go away and I could pretend this isn’t happening at work.”

“I wish it worked like that.” JJ laughs, holding open the door and what I presume is my go bag.

“Me too.” I grit, squeezing Spencer’s hand.

“Remember our deal. Not one statistic, or fact is to be uttered from your mouth today. You are not a doctor once we enter the hospital.”

I can see the panic start to form on his face, but he laughs.

“Yes ma’am.”

~~~

I’m never doing this again.

I don’t think I’ve ever been in this much pain before.

I’ve been in this room for what feels like forever, because she’s taking her sweet time being early.

No amount of pillows or soothing rubs can help the aches that are washing over me.

My hair is falling from the bun I threw it up in, sweat coating every inch of skin I have.

I feel gross in every sense of the word.

I lean forward and groan as another contraction rips through me.

How do women do this?

Spencer brushes some hair out of my face and lays a cool washcloth on my neck as I grip the side rails of my bed.

“You’re doing so good baby.”

It feels like I can’t breath.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

He knows there’s not much he can do right now to help, but he holds my hand, trailing his hand up and down my back.

“Just a little bit longer. I promise. She’s almost here. You’re doing so good, y/n. I’m so proud of you.”

If only he knew about the panic flowing through my veins, the thoughts that I’m not ready to be a mom bouncing around my skull like an insistent headache.

A knock at the door, and my doctor walks in, smiles and bright eyes. “How are you feeling, y/n?”

“Like a,” I groan, trying to move away from the pain, shifting forward and backwards. “Like a million bucks.”

She laughs, and I don’t have the energy to be nice and laugh with her.

“Well, I still need to check, but I’m pretty sure you’re ready to push.”

I close my eyes, not wanting to look as she sticks her fingers in a place that will need some R&R after this. 

“I was right. You’re ready. Now, your body knows exactly what to do. It’s best to not fight it, and just listen to what it’s telling you okay?”

I start to move myself back away from her, my breathing picking up pace.

I can’t do this.

“No. No. I can’t. I’m not ready.”

She doesn’t seem phased at all, but Spencer easily notices the fear in my voice. 

“Hey, Hey, Hey. Look at me.” His hands stroke the sides of my face, and his fingers are wet from my tears and sweat.

I shake my head. “I’m not doing this. I’m not ready. What if I fail? I don’t want to fail her. I can’t. No. I’m gonna be a horrible mother.”

“Y/n, baby, breath with me.” He takes my hand, and places it on his chest.

I can feel his breaths beneath his breastbone, the frantic heartbeats that give away his true state of mind.

I hate that I’m stressing him out.

“You are going to be a great mother. One of the best. I don’t think you could fail even if you tried.”

He brushes my tears away. “But you can’t force your body to stop. You need to let go. I’m right here.”

“Alright, were ready, y/n.”

My eyes pass between Spencer’s and I know he’s right.

I just need to let go.

I nod, and I move back to where I was. 

My left hand grips the rail, while my right is situated inside Spencer’s. 

I feel the next contraction start. 

“Alright I need you to push for me.” 

I’m on the brink of a mental breakdown, but I take a breath and let my muscles do the work.

I hear that groaning and screaming can actually help, so that’s what I do. 

With every push, my voice grows louder, words lost in the back of my throat.

But I’m getting tired, and I can feel myself crashing. 

So when another contraction pulses through me, I push myself forward, and use every muscle in my body.

“Get out, get out, get out, GET OUT!” 

I don’t think I’ve ever screamed that loud, but it seemed to work.

It felt like a gush and then crys fill the room.

I fall back onto the bed, tears streaming down my face.

“She’s beautiful!” I hear my doctor say over her screams.

Spencer kisses my forehead, his own tears coating his face. “You were amazing, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

“Here she is!”

My doctor lays a bundle of white blankets onto my chest, and when I see her face, my heart stops. 

The world could be burning around me, but I wouldn’t care. Even covered in gunk and red faced, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. 

I sob, holding her close to me, Spencer right there beside me, his hand gently stroking the top of her head. 

“Hi, Ettie.” I whisper. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

“She’s so beautiful.” He whispers, his voice thick with emotion. 

I can’t take my eyes off her. I never want to let go of her.

Nothing else matters anymore, nothing but her.

Juliet Diana Reid.

Born at 6:08 am, on the third of December.

He places her in my arms, and I clutch her close to my chest as I move back towards her crib to lay her down again.

I don’t understand how I could have ever doubted how amazing my life would be with her in it.

Soft snores emit from her small mouth, and Spencer wraps his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder, only moving when he hears me sniffle.

“Why are you crying, love?” he whispers

I wipe my face, turning around so I can face him.

His hands are on my hips, his thumbs rubbing circles on my skin.

“For so long, I was jealous of so many people.” My hands play with the fabric of his t-shirt, rubbing it between my fingers.

“I was jealous of Heather. Of what she had.”

My hands move up his chest, coming to rest at the base of his neck. 

“I dreamed about this. About having this with you. And I never thought I would get it. But here I am.”

I smile up at him. “I have everything I have ever wanted. I wouldn’t wish for another life even if it was offered. I have you, and Ettie, and the life I wanted so bad. I’m just…”

I swallow the noise threatening to spill from my throat, so I don’t wake up the sleeping girl behind me. 

“I’m just really happy is all.”

He smiles softly down at me, and he brings up a hand to cup my cheek. 

He leans down and kisses me slowly, gently, in a way that always leaves me paralyzed. 

“I love you.” He whispers. 

I nuzzle my nose against his, before laying my head against his chest, feeling his arms wrap around me, holding me tight against him. 

“I love you, too.”

I love you, Spencer.

I love you.

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Seeing pretentious people complaining in comment sections about "Jurassic Park/World" and it's "scientific inaccuracies" has frustrated me and had turned me off of the scientific side of dinosaurs, as ultimately we really haven't seen these animals at all and most of what we think is "accurate" could be false.

But seeing Aaron from "Mitchells VS The Machines" and his absolute glee in talking about dinosaurs and all of their science made me remember when I was a kid who- regardless of their own beliefs- ate up every bit of dinosaur science and could recite tons of it by heart.

So quite literally, in the span of two days, I've gone from "F accuracies and inaccuracies. Who cares." to "You know what? These theories are interesting. Maybe I should use them."

And now I've had a third dinosaur epiphany:

"I can read about the science, use the science, and bask in all the scientific and crazy speculations of dinosaurs...some of which may or may not be true. And I can still form my own theories based in my own beliefs or simply for fun. Because ultimately, I love dinosaurs. I have always loved dinosaurs. And I've loved every little development we have about them.

In short....go watch "The Mitchell's VS The Machines" on Netflix. It was joyfully relatable and stunningly beautiful.