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espybounce asked: Mitochondria may be the powerhouse of the cell, but I resent the fact that people don't care about its other functions! The mitochondrion isn't some goddess that dropped down from the sky to generate ATP! It's got a three dimensional personality and people keep type-casting it! Without mitochondria people would die of azotaemia, probably!
yeah! less typecasting and more three dimensional character development for the mitochondria!
more adventures of hamilton in the mcu
- He wakes up and the first word he hears is wait! and his lips start to form the word burr? but then he sees the speaker: a woman with red hair wearing something obscenely, splendidly tight and he wonders if this is heaven and God is more of a tomcat that he suspected – but then he tries to move and pain flares down his spine, one greedy white jag, and he amends his original assessment: this is Hell, surely. “Pray tell,” he says, “where am I?” and the woman is joined by a sandy-haired man with some strange flesh-coloured apparatus curling around his ears. “New York,” says the man, “who’re you?” The man has a bow. The arrow is notched and aimed at Hamilton’s face. It is frightfully, laughably primitive – but then again the Indian braves have done much damage to westbound farmers with less and so Hamilton bites his tongue on some of his more hysterical questions and says, “My name is Alexander Hamilton. I’m at your service, sir.”
- They tell him where he is. He does not believe them. They tell him when he is and he does not believe them – just a moment ago, just a moment ago, there was Burr, the gunshot, the smoke and the blood and I died I died I heard my heart lurch to a stop I saw God, the great beyond and –
- They say a lot of words. There is a man in a slim black suit with obnoxious facial hair and he talks far too much and Hamilton is too quivery and out-of-place to understand the absurdity of such a condemnation (Hamilton says Tony Stark talks too much; in other news, a garden pond accuses the Atlantic of being overly wet.) He understands. He weeps. His children are dead, his grandchildren are dead. His legacy is –
- there’s a musical, says Stark in a hush to Captain America (tall and blonde and how ridiculous, how perfectly absurd, this nation should not have saints or idols or – )
- “A musical?”
- There is a musical. There are books and television and the internet – God help the modern world, Hamilton learns about the internet and the first thing he does is write a twenty five thousand word blog on why the memory of Jefferson is overrated and false. He gets Jarvis to proofread it. He gets Jarvis to stick it on the New York Times and there’s a mass panic about someone hacking into the website for the sole purpose of slagging off a long-dead Founding Father. Nick Fury explains about firewalls and internet security. Hamilton rants at him – the Avengers listen through the door, hear things like Sally Hemings and how would you feel if the worst person you knew was remembered a hero and the article is taken down but somehow, somehow Hamilton learns what a blog is.
- Things Hamilton loves about the modern world: twitter, blogging, Lin Manuel Miranda, swearing, loose sexual morality, Starbucks, minimal slavery (it still counts, he says hotly, in Africa and Asian it’s still there it isn’t gone yet – )
- Yes he meets Lin Manuel Miranda. He rebukes him at length about inaccuracies. He thanks him. He sees his own play fifteen times and starts thinking about a sequel.
- Oh yes. There’s a sequel.
- Because the fact of the matter is this: Clinton’s corrupt and Sanders is well-meaning but doesn’t have the support and Trump is just…well. Hamilton breaks his nose and writes op-eds for every paper in the country declaring why he was right to do so.
- Look: American politics is a mess. And in comes the Founding Father Without A Father, the Bastard Son of a Whore and he says: so what did I miss?
- And he claps his hands and grins and says I’m not throwing away my shot and the internet goes mad and the public goes mad and no one is saying he’ll win this election but the next one, oh the next one. Four years is an eternity in politics and Senator Hamilton has the one thing he needed most: more time.
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Anonymous asked: Okay so I too am Frank Castle trash and Karen Page trash and I was wondering if you have any thoughts on Frank/Karen because I don't think that was the ship I was supposed to walk away from Season 2 with and I'm really glad to know it wasn't just me.
DO I HAVE THOUGHTS YOU ASK
My thoughts range from ‘realistically, nothing can and should happen because Frank is too fucked in the head and also I think Karen would have some reservations’ to ‘wait this is Daredevil of the endless ninjas, why am I attached to realism’
So what I’d like is if there was some kind of connection, maybe at first without contact. It’s just, Karen writes articles about the Punisher and they are… not unsympathetic. And Frank reads them, and he’s very aware that she’s maybe the only person in the world who thinks of him as a person rather than only the Punisher. And to his mind that becomes the connection to his humanity he can’t quite break away from. It becomes important that Karen would be okay with what he does. He researches his targets carefully. Doesn’t take as much savage joy in killing scum. Tries to do it neatly and dispassionately. And maybe sometimes when his research turns up people or situations that are just ordinarily bad, not utter pondscum, he drops the files at the office of the Bulletin with Karen’s name on them.
She’s important to him - her opinion of him - long before he is on her radar in quite the same way, I’d like to think. But at some point she’s like… dude I’m gonna need more info on these files. Can’t communicate it to him other than a ‘citizens are invited to contact the Bulletin with more info’ line in an article. He drops a phone for her.
And then there is coffee in diners and a lot of glances and unexpected smiles and maybe down the line more than that
would you rather eat for free for a year or get new clothes for free for a year?
Okay, speaking as someone who’s had some experience with the ‘it would be awesome if food was free because money is not a thing’ thing, the clothes are a better solution. And let me tell you why. Food has almost no resale value (like, you could make a case for the canned stuff, but I’m assuming that, given the choice, we’d all prefer to NOT eat sketchy canned soups, right?). Clothes on the other hand…you take advantage of that ‘free clothes’ clause and you acquire a fuck-ton of designer clothes in your size or bigger (because they have to be theoretically for you, so they can’t be smaller) and then you sell them and you use the money for food. Boom. Your income from your job can go entirely to things like rent and utilities.
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I wonder how many times in the MCU the contestants on Project Runway had to design or redesign a superhero uniform.
#yes though#JAN#because she should be in MCU#as the guest judge? YES EXACTLY#so agreed#Marvel
Oh my god I have never wanted to write a Marvel/Project Runway fusion before but can you imagine
Right though? RIGHT? She’d be so perfect, and it would be AMAZING.
I feel like she’d be super charming and sweet and nice–but also super critical and not shy about it, either.
“Darling, I know you’ve seen Batman and Robin, like, a thousand times, but the nipples really aren’t a selling point.”
“Okay, so the red and gold metal bikini is very sexy, but I think you missed the entire point of armor.”
“I like how it flows, but it’s far too flimsy. Forget Doombots - a stray corner is going to snag this cape and your whole costume just tears apart. Wardrobe malfunctions are embarrassing when you’re a celebrity, they’re fatal when you’re a superhero.”
“Yes, yes, the catsuit is very classic but it needs a zipper. I don’t care how hot you think she is, if you tell Black Widow she has to fight ninjas wearing a costume held together with double-sided tape she’ll break all ten of your fingers.”
“It’s certainly unique, but I’m not sure that glowing in the dark is a real selling point when you’re fighting crime.”
“Okay, this is just a Daredevil suit with the crotch cut out.” *takes a picture with her cell phone* “Nelson and Murdock will be contacting you shortly, I suspect.”
O-omg. PERFECT.
She totally pushes for style AND practicality in the judging. Yesss.
Janet Van Dyne and Edna Mode. Just sayin’.
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lovepsychothefirst asked: Imagine an Adaption of The Princess Bride with the Star Wars cast. OT or PT, what would the roles be and how would adapt it?
Okay, well obviously Anakin is the slave boy / man in black / Dread Sith Lord Vader. (But not the real Lord Vader. Anakin took the title from the man who supposedly killed him, but who in fact took him on as an apprentice; his name was really Dooku. He himself had inherited the title from the previous Lord Vader, who was not the real Lord Vader either. His name was Sifo-Dyas. The real Lord Vader had been retired thirty years and living like a king on Nar Shaddaa. It was the name, Dooku explained, that was important for inspiring the necessary fear. No one would surrender to the Dread Sith Lord Ani.)
Padmé is the simple peasant girl Palpatine picked to be Queen of Naboo. Originally, he planned to have her murdered on her coronation and the Trade Federation blamed for it, thus sparking the war that would bring him to power. But when that fails, he has to regroup and finally decides it’s going to be so much more moving when he has her killed not as an innocent victim but as a martyr.
Nute Gunray has been secretly hired by Palpatine to murder Padmé and start a war (a prestigious line of work, with a long and glorious tradition). He in turn has hired two mercenaries to help him with the task: the former Jedi padawan turned drunken soldier of fortune Obi-Wan Kenobi, and the prospector and prize fighter Dexter Jettster.*
Obi-Wan saw his Jedi master murdered by a mysterious tattooed Sith Lord when he was still a padawan. Now, Obi-Wan loved his master, and so naturally he challenged his murderer to a duel. He failed, but the Sith let him live, and now he has dedicated his life to revenge…and left the Jedi Order to seek it. He’s been searching for the tattooed Sith ever since.
Dex is honestly in this gig for the money, but he’s forever annoying Nute with his horrible dad jokes and puns, and in spite of himself he’s basically adopted Obi-Wan. The guy clearly needs someone to look after him.
Maul is the tattooed Sith Obi-Wan is searching for. He’s been working as Palpatine’s lieutenant all this time. His assistant Ventress keeps his Pit of Despair running smoothly.
Barriss is the Jedi healer who used to work for the Republic, until the Republic’s stinking Chancellor fired her (and all the other Jedi), and thank you so much for bringing up such a painful subject.
Ahsoka is not a witch, she’s her wife, but after what Barriss just said, she’s not even sure she wants to be that anymore.
Yoda is a very impressive clergyman indeed. Because of reasons.
*
A few choice scenes:
Anakin learning fencing and the Force and anything else people will teach him while playing aide to Dooku’s Dread Sith Lord Vader.
“Good night, Anakin. Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.”
*
Obi-Wan helping Anakin scale a cliff so that they can have a proper duel. “I see you’re a Sith Lord,” he says. “You don’t by any chance have tattoos on your face?”
“Do you always begin conversations this way?”
Obi-Wan tells his story, after which Anakin graciously removes his mask to show that his face is tattoo-free. And then they fight. It’s all very cordial.
*
“Why are you wearing a mask?” Dex asks. “Were you burned by lava or something?”
“Oh no, it’s just they’re terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.”
*
Anakin and Nute Gunray have a battle of wits.
“But Sarlaac venom is from Tatooine, and Tatooine, as everyone knows, is entirely peopled with criminals, who are used to not being trusted as you are not trusted by me, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.”
*
Padmé and Anakin escape to Tatooine (it’s definitely Tatooine), where they attempt to hide out from Palpatine.
“What are the three dangers of Tatooine? One, the lightning sand. No problem. Two, the sarlaac pits. There’s a growling sound that precedes those, so we can avoid them easily…”
“Anakin, what about the WROUSes?”
“Womp rats of unusual size? I don’t think they exist.”
A fight with several womp rats immediately follows.
*
Padmé makes a bargain with Palpatine to save Anakin’s life. At this point she hasn’t realized quite how awful Palpatine is, but even so, she’s already planning how she’s going to get out of this.
Unfortunately, Palpatine wastes no time at all, and Anakin is turned over to Maul to be tortured. There’s dismemberment involved. When Obi-Wan and Dex find him, he’s a mangled, limbless husk, and very definitely dead.
*
Or…maybe only mostly dead.
Obi-Wan tries several stories to convince Barriss to help. She finds each of these stories increasingly ludicrous.
“He’s the Chosen One, destined to bring balance to the Force!”
Barriss just stares at him. “Boy are you a rotten liar,” she says.
“I need him to help avenge my master, murdered these twenty years!”
Barriss is even less impressed by this, but she takes a look, and unfortunately for her, Ahsoka won’t give her any peace until she’s brought Anakin back. It takes a lot of doing. Not so much miracle pills as the miracle of modern cybernetics, but hey, it amounts to the same thing in the end.
Besides, Obi-Wan’s promised that if Barriss saves Anakin, Palpatine suffers humiliations galore, and that is definitely a noble cause.
*
Meanwhile Padmé has a crisis of conscience and goes barging into Palpatine’s office one night.
“It comes to this: I love democracy. I always have. If you tell me I must be your puppet Queen, please believe I will be leading a revolution by morning.”
*
Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Dex break into the Naboo palace by means of a cunning plan involving a hover sled, Ventress’ lightsabers, and a fog machine they found in Maul’s torture pit. (Look, Maul is absolutely the dramatic type who owns a fog machine. Don’t blame me. That’s just science.)
Rescuing Padmé proves to be the most difficult part of the whole plan, mainly because Padmé has already rescued herself, and finding her is a bit difficult. And then Obi-Wan catches sight of Maul the tattooed Sith, and he’s off on his quest for vengeance.
Meanwhile Anakin still can’t walk that well on his new legs and ends up having to bluff his way through a fight with Palpatine.** Or at least, to keep Palpatine occupied just long enough for Padmé to take him down with a stun blast.
(Anakin really wanted to kill him, but Padmé insists Palpatine has to stand trial. Anakin isn’t convinced; at least, not until she points out that Palpatine living a long life alone in prison with his failures would make a much more satisfying revenge.)
*
“Hello. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. You killed my master. Prepare to die.”
*
And of course, for maximum irony, this story ends with Obi-Wan becoming the new Dread Sith Lord Vader.
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* Okay, okay. I realize Dex as Fezzik is a stretch. But everyone else fits so perfectly and there’s really no one in the PT era who fits for Fezzik. I considered Chewie, but he doesn’t have a connection with Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan apparently has no friends outside of Anakin and Dex. :( So.
** So I wanted to make a joke about “to the pain,” only I realized that what happens to Anakin in canon basically is “to the pain,” which…kinda destroys the humor tbh.
okay I know that there are terrible terrible people out there but listen
I also know that there are people who stop and smile at tiny plants growing out of sidewalk cracks, people who laugh so loud they snort, people who compliment others randomly, people who take pictures of their friends because they love seeing their friends happy, people who ramble about things that they’re passionate about, people who blush and stutter, people who are kind, people who are warm, people who love and love and love and love.
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davemakesmybrokorogodirkydirky:
WHY AM I LAUGHING SO FUCKING HARD HELP
I laughed too hard not to reblog this.
I did this in Orgo one time. My teacher rattled off an extremely intimidating chemical name and when he was done (and out of breath) I looked up from my notebook and deadpanned “Eh, macarena,” and the class had to pause while the teacher collected himself.
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