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Starting to think a cooler headcanon for Clark’s upbringing might just be that the entire town of Smallville collectively decided to just go with it and accept that Martha and John's kid has superpowers, but we don't talk about it.

Someone's tractor gets stuck and nothing can get it out? "Be a dear and run down to the Kents, would you? Ask for Clark?"

"Why Clark, we need a machine--"

"Run along now."

Or if he kicks too hard and the football vanishes into the upper stratosphere, no it didn't, we all collectively saw it land over there *vague hand movements*

Time Travel Fix-It-Fic idea where a Bad Ending happens, but then one of the characters is magically sent to the beginning of the story. it seems like they're the only one who's been sent back in time and they're like "Huh, is this my second chance? I have to try my best to fix everything! I have to do it on my own though, if I tell anyone else that I've lived a future with [Bad Ending], they would never believe me" so they try to push things toward a better outcome while staying secretive about the time travel thing. but it turns out that every character was sent back in time and everyone is trying on their own to fix the situation, but all of them think they're the only one who was sent back in time and that they have to hide it from the others, so they're all being secretive from each other and trying to act normal while fixing everything and they all have different ideas of what "fixing everything" even means and all of them are stupid and it just devolves into everything being worse

like this

vent post. There are two stories i was told in my teenage years that even before i had a real concept of trans issues made me uninterested in discussing the supposed sacredness and safety of separated sex-based spaces.

First, when i was like 13 or 14 my PE teacher told us about a time she went to a women's public restroom, some guy was hanging out outside the bathrooms, she didn't think anything of it, went to the bathroom, and he walked in after her and like, creeped on her over the top of the stall. She was ok, she wasn't telling us this to scare us, just telling us what to do in situations like that (and iirc she was telling the whole co-ed class this, not just girls, bc it's useful for everyone), but this taught me immediately and forever that there's nothing actually keeping these spaces separate really, that anyone can be a creep in any space, and that establishing a space like that as for women only isn't actually particularly useful for safety.

Second, when i was 16 i was at an anime convention, a friendly acquaintance of mine and i ended up in conversation outside, and he showed me his bare wrist and told me he'd been kicked out. A female friend of his had stepped in dog poop outside, and between that and the stress of the convention she'd had a bit of an emotional breakdown, so being her friend, he started comforting her and ushered her into the women's restroom so they could wash the poop off her shoe together. And because he was a man who went into the women's bathroom, he got kicked out, no matter that he was doing something that was actually beneficial to a woman. Punishing a woman's friend for supporting her was supposed to... protect her somehow? This made it clear to me that a no-exceptions rule separating the sexes like that wasn't actually inherently good for everyone.

And this isn't even getting into me as a child needing to accompany my younger sister to the restroom when we were out with just my dad because she had certain support needs past the age he felt comfortable bringing her into the men's room with him. And what if I'd been born a boy, or she'd been the first born? Who's helping her then?

And of course even putting all this aside, we should always prioritize compassion and support anyway. But i never even needed to meet a trans person to know that "keeping men out of women's bathrooms" is silly nonsense. But trans people also need to pee anyway and as humans they have that right, so leave them the fuck alone. your precious women's restroom is just a fucking room with a door, holy shit give it a fucking rest, if someone is attacking you in the bathroom that's bad and if someone is in there to pee that's good and it doesn't fucking matter what their junk is or was when they were born.

a woman could have done the exact same thing to my PE teacher and it would have also been bad no matter how "supposed" to be in the restroom she was, and no one should ever be punished for helping a crying friend wash their shoe.

Anyway i know I'm speaking to like-minded folks here, i just think about those two stories literally every time bathroom gender shit comes up and it pisses me off.

One of the interesting things about getting into a long-running series late is that you tend to hear a lot of disconnected spoilers that don't really spoil anything until you get to them and say "oh, THAT's what that was about!" Or, in some cases, spoilers that you then completely misinterpret.

In my case, I went into the Vorkosigan books knowing that Miles was going to end up discovering he had a clone. I also read a thing about LMB saying she liked the throw the worst possible things at her characters...

So I assumed that this clone was going to be commissioned by Piotr, raised to replace Miles as heir: the perfect version of himself without the damage, rubbing his face in the person he was "supposed" to be.

reblog to give the person you reblogged from one piece of Halloween candy

TBH maybe more people would rp with real humans instead of chatbots if we sat them down and taught everyone proper roleplay etiquette

All spies need to feel they are loved. One of the most powerful forces in espionage and intelligence work (and one of its central myths) is the emotional bond between spy and spymaster, agent and handler. Spies want to feel wanted, part of a secret community, rewarded, trusted, and cherished...Exploiting and manipulating that hunger for affection and affirmation is one of the most important skills of an agent-runner. There has never been a successful spy who did not feel that the connection with his handler was something more profound than a marriage of convenience, politics, or profit: a true, enduring communion, amid the lies and deception. - The Spy and the Traitor by Ben Macintyre

A spoon's only objective in life is to make soup go upwards, and it knows this. That's why when you put one under a running tap it blasts the water way high. The spoon thinks there's suddenly TONS of soup to deal with and it freaks out.

Vorkosigan Saga fanfic where Mark and Kareen, sometime post-Cryoburn, find out that they’ve actually been legally married for years.

I’m not writing it, but here’s the bullet points:

like 15 years ago, they bought a house in Vorwhatever District for tax purposes. As business partners, they had to joint-sign the papers.

today, they receive a form letter in the mail informing them that an assortment of antiquated laws are being cleaned out of the books in Vorwhatever District, including one that if a man and a woman co-inhabit a domestic building for ten years, they are legally assumed to be married in the District - and thus, thanks to federalism, in every other District across three planets. Though the law is being removed and updated, the letter assures them, their marriage will remain binding and valid. If they wish to have it annulled for any reason, they may petition the office of the Count

after a non-zero amount of swearing, they decide to fly down to Vorwhatever District and petition him directly

Count Vorwhatever frowns, staring at the paper. “Wait, Vorkosigan - ah, you’re technically in the line of succession, aren’t you? For the District?”

Mark waves his hand. “After all of Miles’ children, thank god, which will probably be several dozen by the time he dies.”

The Count shakes his head and pushes the paper back across the table. “I cannot interfere with another count’s lineage. I’m afraid you’ll have to take it up with him.”

“Absolutely not,” Mark says promptly. “He’ll laugh himself stupid.”

Some arguing later, Kareen says thoughtfully, “Could we petition Count Vorkosigan’s liege lord instead?”

Gregor, when they sneak in time for an appointment, does not laugh himself stupid. Gregor, it turns out, knew all five years, because of ImpSec’s general alert for for the name “Vorkosigan” showing up in a legal context anywhere in the Empire and also on several other planets. He hadn’t mentioned it because he’d assumed Mark and Kareen knew, and that they hadn’t mentioned it to anything because it was either private or they just regarded it as a fairly irrelevant business thing.

okay, Gregor laughs at them a little bit. He does the Gregor thing where his eyes widen and he smiles just a little and if you know him, you know that he’s trying not to laugh openly.

He also reads over the paperwork they give him and then hands it back with an almost entirely deadpan expression and an apology that no, even as Emperor he cannot annul their marriage, due to not just restrictions on Imperial interference with a Count’s inheritance but the intersection of that and some other fairly esoteric laws - in force across all the Barrayaran Empire, actually, and put into effect during the Regency, that make Vor/prole non-Vor marriages particularly complex to dissolve. 

“Trust me,” Gregor adds, “I studied these laws quite thoroughly, when I was anxious about proposing to Laisa.”

Kareen grimaces. “Miles is going to laugh himself stupid at us.”

Gregor is not foolish enough to disagree. “Not quite as hard as Ivan and Tej will,” he instead says helpfully.

Mark groans.

Smash cut to Mark and Kareen sitting in Miles’ study while Miles laughs so hard he nearly falls out of his chair.

also, I guess, he dissolves their marriage, if they want.

they probably don’t end up doing that. 

they send a letter to select friends and family a week or so later informing them that they are, in fact, married now, do not want gifts or a party or anything but just FYI