in response to eyesparks’ tagging of my heart-binding post
Arthur: “Why are you crying? It was just some silly holidays, we don’t need them.”
Merlin: “I’m not crying, you’re crying. Literally.”
Arthur: “But I just don’t understand. I love Christmas… Why would she take that away? AND new years! I repeal the ban on magic and this is what I get in return! Some crazy sorceress wiping celebrations out of existence!”
Merlin: “At least you still have your birthday to look forward to— Oh! I forgot. Sorry! I’m sorry!”
Arthur: “I’m used to your foot being in your mouth by now. I honestly don’t know why I’m crying again.”
Merlin: “No, this time I’m crying. She really did cancel everything you had left.”
Jason sat with his head in his hands. His stomach hurt from the constant hunger. They made light of it, sure, but he longed for the relief of a fast-food joint and online ordering. It was blue he’d seen as he submerged into the depths, blue that shone out of the light he steered into. It was blue he saw in tribute to Poseidon. Blue he saw shimmer in the jewels in Ariadne’s hair. Blue in Pythagoras’ eyes. He was drawn ever further into this world by that watery shade, and he did not know how to escape it. He also did not know if, should he be given the chance to leave, he would take it.
But his stomach did ache.
Next prompt: Secrets~
I had to bold that bit, because gah speechless, it’s perfect.
And OMG, my tag! I’m a tag. No, I did not know this. Umm, oops. Swear I wasn’t ignoring you.
"By the gods!" Pythagoras shouts suddenly. "I’m a tag!"
"What?" Jason asks around his mouthful of delivery Chinese food.
It’s only been a few days since the Argo sank and they’d ended up… well, as Mac’s unexpected house guests. Pythagoras had taken quickly to using the internet. Hercules and Jason still haven’t stopped eating.
"Don’t fret over it," Hercules advises. Some Chow Mein dribbles down his chin, and he shoves the noodles back into his mouth with his fourth chopstick. His cookie had informed him that he could eat no more with three chopsticks than with two. Refuting the cookie’s wisdom, he’s currently up to eight, one between each finger. "Most of the things that little box says about us aren’t true."
"Like you being a legendary hero and the son of Zeus," Jason comments with a grin.
“Some of the things that box says about us aren’t true,” he amends his previous statement.
Pythagoras rolls his eyes fondly. “I meant my name is a tag. Why would they keep that a secret from me? I had no idea I could track myself.”
Jason goes to look over Pythagoras’ shoulder at the laptop screen. “Who’s they?”
"The Powers That Be," Pythagoras replies. "At first I assumed they were your world’s deities, but from context I now suspect them to be a coven of witches." Jason snorts with laughter.
"Hang on," Hercules says, "if you’re only now looking yourself up, what have you been looking at?"
Jason nudges Pythagoras aside and checks his browser history. “How WiFi works, the history of indoor plumbing, politics…”
"I was wrong," Hercules comments. "You are a bit of a tag."
"You’re not using the word correctly," Pythagoras complains.
"Oh, I think I am."
As he returns his attention to eating, Pythagoras fixes his on Jason. “Why did you never tell us?” he asks softly.
He shrugs. “There were no computers, it didn’t really seem relevant.”
Pythagoras sighs and looks away.
"I wanted to," Jason says. "I just…"
"I’d have believed you."
"I know you would," Jason insists quickly. "But the longer I went without saying anything, the more difficult it got. And the more it felt like I was hiding something. Like by keeping my secret, I was lying to my best friends."
Pythagoras doesn’t say anything for a moment, but then he reaches over and holds Jason’s hand. And it feels like acceptance.
next prompt: secrets (yeah, I’m putting this prompt back out there)
My tag? I’m still really a tumblr newbie, so please bare with me.
I do track the #BBC Atlantis tag. Do we need a special tag for prompt things? There’s maybe about one post a day in the fandom, so I didn’t think our games would get lost or be annoying.
Please let me know. I want to be doing things correctly.
The Doorway Effect: Why your brain won’t let you remember what you were doing before you came in here
I work in a lab, and the way our lab is set up, there are two adjacent rooms, connected by both an outer hallway and an inner doorway. I do most of my work on one side, but every time I walk over to the other side to grab a reagent or a box of tips, I completely forget what I was after. This leads to a lot of me standing with one hand on the freezer door and grumbling, “What the hell was I doing?” It got to where all I had to say was “Every damn time” and my labmate would laugh. Finally, when I explained to our new labmate why I was standing next to his bench with a glazed look in my eyes, he was able to shed some light. “Oh, yeah, that’s a well-documented phenomenon,” he said. “Doorways wipe your memory.”
Being the gung-ho new science blogger that I am, I decided to investigate. And it’s true! Well, doorways don’t literally wipe your memory. But they do encourage your brain to dump whatever it was working on before and get ready to do something new. In one study, participants played a video game in which they had to carry an object either across a room or into a new room. Then they were given a quiz. Participants who passed through a doorway had more trouble remembering what they were doing. It didn’t matter if the video game display was made smaller and less immersive, or if the participants performed the same task in an actual room—the results were similar. Returning to the room where they had begun the task didn’t help: even context didn’t serve to jog folks’ memories.
The researchers wrote that their results are consistent with what they call an “event model” of memory. They say the brain keeps some information ready to go at all times, but it can’t hold on to everything. So it takes advantage of what the researchers called an “event boundary,” like a doorway into a new room, to dump the old info and start over. Apparently my brain doesn’t care that my timer has seconds to go—if I have to go into the other room, I’m doing something new, and can’t remember that my previous task was antibody, idiot, you needed antibody.
I went into our stock area today for some EG tubes, tips and flats and it took me two minutes to remember what the heck I was getting. i chalked it up to having such a long day but after reading this i have realized horrifically that it is a near daily occurrence not just for myself but many of my coworkers. Awesome.
On a scale of one to the Supernatural fandom how willing are you to admit someone you love is dead
The Avengers fandom
new favorite post.
The Stargate fandom
we have three distinct races in this fantasy story: white people, dwarves: who are sort of like… short white people, and elves: slightly taller-than-average white people with pointy ears
Oh. My. God.
Okay, let me clear this up for you. Elves and Dwarves are almost always based on Norse and related Germanic mythologies. Stories which include them most likely take place in Northwestern Europe. That would be here:
Now, let’s take a look at this map of indigenous skin colors:
Got it now? A story with Men, Elves, and Dwarves all being white is not racism; it’s geography.
for the fic writers
I never dreamed
that I’d meet somebody like you.
I don’t romantically ship them. I just want to merge their two souls into a single being.
"Pythagoras, are you alright?" Hercules asks.
His broad smile snaps back into place instantly. “Truly amazing,” he answers. Why wouldn’t he be fine? The stains on his hands were already there. They’ve merely grown a little darker.
Whoever heard of a hero called Jason?
I know the show is on hiatus, but I’m dying here. So who wants to play a game? How about 5-minute prompts? I’ll start with the prompt blue. Take only five minutes and do the first thing that comes to mind. Post a gif of the ocean or Ariadne’s dress, or do a couple sentences of story where somebody is feeling blue, or anything. Then add a prompt of your own.
midgardian etiquette 101: when going to their homes, hang your coat first or in some cases, your mjolnir.
naw maybe it’s actually asgardian custom to check your weapons at the door
It was medieval custom to check your weapons at the door of the meadhall before greeting the king of the place you were going to. It was courteous and showed respect. You can see it in Beowulf.
what i don’t understand is how that hook can hold the mjolnir.
the hook is worthy
the hook is worthy
Peter Pan would disagree.
I’ve not read the comics but I always figured Mjolnir wasn’t heavy so much as stubborn, and if it decided it didn’t wanna move it just wouldn’t. It sits on Loki, rather than crushing him in Thor 1, and in Avengers it rests on the floor of the ship, and trying to pick it up Hulk starts breaking the floor with his weight, but Mjolnir doesn’t seem to weight anything at all (If it was as heavy as Hulk implied, it would drag the whole ship to the ground right?). Mjolnir isn’t heavy, cos its not going down, instead it is a fixed point and everything else just moves around it. Hence, the hook doesn’t hold it, it merely remains in place.
so what you’re trying to say is that Mjolnir is like a chicken head
instead it is a fixed point and everything else just moves around it.
OK SO WHAT YOU ARE SAYING
IS THAT WHEN THIS HAMMER WAS FORGED IN THE HEART OF A STAR IT BECAME A FIXED QUANTUM POINT
AND THE UNIVERSE MOVES AROUND IT—AND THOR IS THE ONLY ONE WITH THE PROPER RESONANCE TO INTERACT WITH IT ON A QUANTUM LEVEL
AND SO HE IS THE ONLY ONE WITH THE LEVERAGE REQUIRED TO SHIFT THE REST OF THE UNIVERSE AROUND THE FIXED POINT THAT IS MJOLNIR
THIS MAKES SO MUCH SENSE
DUDE YOU GUYS SCIENCED THORS HAMMER THAT IS AWESOME
i just… can’t have this not on my blog.