carmarthenfan:

nemertea:

I want a show about people who kill vampires and demons, but in a sciencey way. The protagonists have arguments about the chemistry of their holy water and phylogenetic trees of evil… Jaded grad students, saving the world from hellbeasts through pcr… (And lab work takes exactly as much time and money as lab work really takes, and sometimes it isn’t conclusive or helpful at all.)
I want someone to writing a dissertation about the ecology of endangered fish exposed to rivers of blood, and I want someone else working on whose blood is it, anyway? I want them to say sniping things about each others’ work in the literature, but still go out for beers.

I want people who are utterly fascinated by the neurobiology of demonic possession, and who work sixteen hour days to understand it, just because it’s so neat.

I want students coming into a demon lab who just want to work on something normal, and can’t understand why their advisor keeps trying to interest them in side projects on evil brain leeches.

I want postdocs writing grants for DNA microarrays and having to scrap their whole agenda for fighting the fucking apocalypse when the funding agency gets back to let them know that they don’t really think their work has broader impacts.
And in the middle of all this, I want angels who can’t lie, but who only speak the English that they learned from a bad traveler’s phrasebook (Excuse me, where is the train station?) and a geologist who exists only to make gneiss puns.
(Also, no white men.)

Essentially, I want all pulpy genre fiction to be from the POV of disaffected grad students. Is that too much to ask?


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So I’m thinking about a Sci-Fi story for after I finish pirates: Imagine another world, so much like our own.

fandomsandfeminism:

ineffable-hufflepuff:

Imagine it has a moon or two. And maybe the moon isn’t like ours at all- maybe it has water on it, trees, plants. Hanging up there in the sky, a little world that is out of reach for all of history.

Imagine the fairy tales set on the moon. Imagine the myths, the religions. Is it heaven? The home of the gods? The promised land? What could be up there? 

Imagine thousands of years of history, with people looking up at the moon and wondering what lay there waiting for them.

Imagine a moon, orbiting a planet. A moon with oceans and rivers and forests. Imagine a civilization living on that moon. A whole race of people on that tiny world, evolving there as it zipped around the mother planet.

Imagine what the people on that moon would think of that magnificent planet, engulfing their sky every night. The monsters that might live there, the angels, the miracles. 

As they build villages and castles, palaces and cities. 

Imagine two totally separate forms of life, evolving separately for billions of years,  orbiting each other but completely unaware that the other exists. History rolls on and on and on.

But someday, at least one of the worlds will discover electricity.

Will start to make street lights, lights that shine through the dark. 

Imagine that one day, you look up into the sky….and on that other world….for the first time ever….you see lights. 

Sometimes I write things, and they aren’t feminism or anything, I just want to share them. -shrugs-


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Anonymous asked: …How far do you think the idea of expandable blades could go? Because if you could shrink a razor enough to get into somebody’s food, then later expand even to just 1/2 inches long? That’s a lot of lacerations, and a bezoar won’t fix it…

thepostmodernpottercompendium:

Obviously I am into this. Would make for excellent assassination plot, working around the bezoar problem. Ofc these are wizards we are talking about, so expandable blades could have been adapted to suit various different circumstances. This would be exactly the sort of thing a professional assassin in the wizarding world would use, possibly also Death Eaters.

Of course, now I want actual assassins in the wizarding world and also spies and espionage and all that sort of thing. 

James Bond. I want wizarding James Bond.


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bronzedragon:

kelasparmak:

celtic-romulan:

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[When my husband started playing Star Trek Online, he mentioned you can go to Empok Nor. My first thought was to wonder if Keevan’s body is STILL running into the bulkhead.]

That never crossed my mind lol. Though I’m thinking maybe the Jem’hadar who had been flying around the station picked it up and disposed of it somehow…

isn’t covenant in s7 set on empok nor? it might not be but i’m like 90% sure it is, and, well, i like to imagine dukat sort of just standing there officiously trying to get his attention for a bit and then just getting a cultist to dispose of him when he realises what’s going on.

Covenant is definitely set on Empok Nor, and now I need crackfic of Dukat and the Bajoran cultists discovering Keevan.

(It would have been semi-hilarious if they could’ve been all “well, let’s just leave him there as a…talking point/tourist attraction/mascot and then Covenant featured a very tall extra in Vorta makeup walking into a bulkhead in a background shot at some point, but I have the feeling that the writers probably forgot about Keevan by that point.) 

…although, wait, wouldn’t Keevan’s body be rather corpsified and gross at that point? I guess that you could technobabble up whatever they did to remote-control him also ended up preserving him, but…now I’m imagining at least one of those Bajoran cultists going “…uh never mind, I’m outta here” after being greeted by the sight of a zombie Vorta walking into a bulkhead upon their arrival at Empok Nor, and Dukat desperately trying to spin it into some kind of good omen. Yeah, this is definitely the stuff that crackfic is made of.


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astrakiseki asked: *whispers* Nerdy little sphinx girl who plops next to the lady she’s riddling like an oversized cat and saying pun-ishment will be having to provide purr-fect pettings for a half hour.

astrakiseki:

pathopharmacology:

oh no oh no oh no

Stern lady adventurer who catches on to the pun thing in like two seconds flat and answers every single one with a totally straight face — “okay okay okay try this one: what did the scientist say about the book on anti-gravity?” “that it was impossible to put down?” “eeeeeee you guessed it!!!!!!“ — and at first the sphinx is super-excited because NO ONE EVER GUESSES PROPERLY, NO ONE!!!!!, but her elation soon turns to disappointment because the stern lady adventurer isn’t laughing and, like, that’s the whole point, and anyway the sphinx is hilarious, she knows she’s hilarious, puns are the bEST—

so basically it turns into a ridiculous and adorable adventure story where the sphinx decides she needs to accompany the stern lady adventurer on her travels because she is damn well going to make the woman crack a smile, and they get up to all sorts of shenanigans and the nerdy little sphinx girl puns her way out of half their scrapes and the stern lady adventurer is like “what” and “how” and “no”

The sphinx is all, “it’s probably a good thing you have me along, you know, because I make for a pretty great pawdyguard”

The stern lady adventurer scowls, all, “stop that,” and she IS NOT GOING TO SMILE at the way the little sphinx goes all wiggly and delighted

“Wait wait wait,” the sphinx says. “I have to tell you something. Me and you—”

“no. NO.”

“—make a TOTALLY—”

“don’t you dare”

“—PAWESOME TEAM!!!!!

“oh gods why”

[shipping intensifies]

And the sphinx is just smiling and acting all kittenish until someone tries to attack the stern lady adventurer, then suddenly the sphinx pounces and defeats the idiot soundly.  The lady adventurer is wondering why did she go into a battle mode there and not during some of the scrapes they’ve been in.

“Beclaws I was hungry.”  The sphinx shrugs as she licks her paws clean.

And the lady adventurer just sighs again and covers her face again, shaking her head.

aflightygrim:

a romcom where the main character has prosopagnosia and has no idea they’ve been wooing the same person for months b/c the other character keeps changing their clothes and hairstyle

#i promise it would be great #but uh probably only … to people who don’t …….. yeah #i don’t know how this would play out to people who can recognize faces lmao #actually the likelihood it would confuse and piss of people without stupid visual agnosias like #makes it better tbh 

Have you heard of Faces in the Crowd? (Note: I haven’t actually seen it, just read about it.) I read some of the IMDB reviews a while back: many of the non-prosos thought it was neat how they portrayed it by having several similar-looking-but-different actors play each part, and the prosos were like “wait, they what now?”.

Similarly, I expect a movie like that would play out better to people with normal facial recognition, both because they are more likely to notice that anything strange is going on at all and because cringe comedy is worse if there’s a layer of “it could happen to you”. (Or would that actually make it better for someone already inclined to like cringe comedy? I wouldn’t know.)


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oldfuckingspook:

weremalade:

a dangerous gang of queers with a tough asexual member whose preferred weapon is heavy blunt objects. they call hir the “ace of clubs”.

“Four of a Kind”

  • The Card Sharps – A street gang based out of St. Louis, MO. and known for tagging their territory with street art portraits reminiscent of face cards. Typically these feature celebrities, historical figures, and politicians, but city authorities are uncertain if these figures are viewed positively or negatively by the gang. Many consider the Card Sharps borderline vigilantes, as their victims are overwhelmingly sexual predators who have skirted justice, anti-LGBTQIA+ activists, and the more violent among the abortion clinic protesters.
  • Ellen Hinson – An asexual trans woman of 28 years old and standing at 5’9 (when she’s not wearing her signature 5 inch stiletto pumps in bright red suede) with Harlow-blonde hair and bright blue eyes and looking like a silver screen vixen, Ellen is known in the community for volunteering as a face-painter at elementary school carnivals. She works as an optometrist, but spends her nights and weekends at Busch Stadium. She pitches for a community team— and heaven help you if you call her a softball player. But to the St Louis Police Dept, she’s known as the Ace of Clubs. While the alias has never been traced back to her, Ellen is responsible for the carefully-fractured kneecaps of the enemies of the Card Sharps— always carried out with a leather-wrapped Rawlings baseball bat. 
  • Katraine Webb – A second generation Dominican-American, age 34, Katraine has only begun to use the word ‘asexual’ to describe herself in the past 4 years, but she and her common-law husband Levi have both acknowledged her identity as such— without giving it a name— since they began their relationship in 1997. She is 5’6” and heavyset, and though she worked as an over-the-road truck driver for much of her life, she changed careers to open her own nursery in 2008, when treatment for melanoma left her without the use of her right eye. She teaches bonsai classes on Thursdays, but her weekends are devoted to snipping limbs of another type. She typically follows up on the people for whom a few innings with Ellen proved less than fruitful. At this writing, she is responsible for six unsolved deaths and two disappearances, and the people of the metroplex have come to fear the Ace of Spades. 
  • Lux Alexander – An asexual Scottish-Kiowa two-spirit, age 24 and standing at 5’7, Lux is working on her masters degree in communications at St. Louis University, with plans of working in social media. She lives a solitary life, as her parents (a highly successful public relations entrepreneur and her schoolteacher husband) took an early retirement and relocated to Denver. Lux remained, worked some years as a swimming instructor while her parents paid for her housing needs, and then invested her extra income in a classmate’s startup. When the startup took off, she reaped the benefits, set up a saving account and began building a retirement fund. With her parents continuing to pay tuition and rent, she began to amass a small fortune, and used it to purchase equipment and studio space for her own vlogging business. Having cashed the bonds that her parents purchased for her each year, she now provides the Card Sharps with a stream of untraceable cash. In return, they provide her studio with security while she films her LGBTQIA+ education series for YouTube. The Ace of Diamonds is all but unknown outside of the gang itself.
  • Eli “Gran” Wilcox – A 64 year old former Air Force Colonel, Gran prefers “they” pronouns. They are 5’6” and weigh roughly 100 pounds soaking wet, and in their retirement they run a specialty bakery and catering business, partially funded by donations from Lux. Their bakery’s basement is used as a community storm shelter— and a base of operations for the Card Sharps. They don’t take part in the activities of the gang, but nevertheless provide its members with treats of all sorts. As they are medically trained, they are occasionally a boon to gang members injured on the job, when approaching a hospital would garner suspicion. Gran stitches up stab wounds and bullet holes, but they are also available to members who need a shoulder to lean on. Gran is entirely nonviolent. However, curiously, after Ellen spent a tearful evening sampling their newest macaron recipe and recounting her boyfriend’s infidelity, she later spotted the same boyfriend maneuvering with crutches and a swollen nose. He assured her he had slipped on his iced-over front steps. Gran is not an official member of the gang, but they are considered an honorary Card Sharp, and is occasionally referred to as the Ace of Hearts.

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