In the vast world of comics, I wonder if there have been heroes with a “Groundhog Day,” type power. By that I specifically mean a hero who, if they die, immediately finds themselves waking up at the beginning of that day again. If they don’t die, they just continue forward through time.
I’m just thinking of how crazy it would be to have that hero on your super hero team. Like, you go to headquarters in the morning, and it seems like everything’s normal. But then you go to fire off a one liner, and they say it at the same time as you. And suddenly you know. Something went wrong.
And then one day you come in, and your heart drops as you see that their every move looks rehearsed. They answer questions before asked. They are totally aware of everything that’s about to happen. Imagine how scary that would be, realizing you’re starting a day that you’re team mate has failed to survive maybe dozens of times.
“If youre not hiding anything youll let me look through this” is a gross manipulation tactic
You have every right to keep your stuff private, it is natural to not want people, no matter how close they are, going through your phone/papers/conversations/pictures.
Dont let them trick you into feeling bad because youre a human who wants privacy.
• First two letters of your last name
• First vowel of your first name
• Third letter of your middle name (or parent’s first name if you don’t have a middle name
• Last consonant of your last name
• Add IEL or EL to the end!
Ryaariel
Peanrel
Ok but that looks like some ill-advised alien race from Star Trek or … I don’t know. But it’s not good.
The last thing I’ll post before I ditch it is a thing I think I was writing for Haruka’s birthday this year? I specifically noted it as her 39th, so I must have guessed that’s how old she’d be if she was in the anime so many years ago or something. Anyway, it’s AU of Mystery and Shadow, and very short, and very scrapped ahah.
“Happy birthday, Papa.” Kimi smiled brightly as she put the pancakes in front of Haruka, a face grinning up at her with chocolate chip eyes and a banana mouth, whipped cream forming a cascade of hair.
“Kimi, this is so sweet! Thank you, tater tot.” Haruka picked up her fork. “It looks delicious.”
She clasped her hands together proudly. “They’re just how Aunt Mako taught me.”
Haruka put a large chunk in her mouth. “MMMMMM. ‘U can tell dey’re Mako’s and not your Ma–” She looked up at the door, Michiru’s heels clicking against the tile as she came into the kitchen, a bottle of champagne in one hand.
“Care to finish that sentence, Haruka?” She gave a sly smile and set the chilled bottle on the table.
She swallowed her pancakes. “I love you, and it’s my birthday.”
She swatted her shoulder playfully. “Open the bottle.” She walked over to the cabinet and took out two champagne flutes. “Kimi, if you would be so kind as to get the orange juice out of the refrigerator for me.”
Kimi nodded and took the juice out of the fridge, setting it down on the table and unscrewing the lid. “Mama, do you want some pancakes?”
“Oh, don’t labor on my account, darling,” she poured a touch of orange juice into the two flutes. “Haruka, do you mind?” She indicated to the champagne bottle.
“Oh, yeah,” Haruka popped it open and contributed a generous amount to each glass, swatting M.A.’s hand away playfully when she reached for one.
She grinned. “Happy birthday, Pop. You look handsome and regal, not a day over 30.”
Haruka laughed. “What is it now?”
M.A. sat down across from Haruka, sighing heavily. “Pop, Mom’s oppressing me because I’m straight. I don’t feel safe in my own home, you know how she gets.”
“That boy is 19 years old.” Michiru set her own breakfast down next to Haruka’s.
“Excuse me?” Haruka choked on her pancake, just a little.
M.A. shook her head, smiling as if nothing in the world could be the matter. “Did I not mention that? Hardly bears mentioning. That’s only four years, Pop. And I think we all know I have a high level of maturity, and girls always mature faster than boys.”
“Girls mature faster than boys because women are expected to care for men’s physical and emotional needs from a young age.” A familiar voice came from the entryway.
“Hi, Aunt Rei.”
“It wouldn’t matter what your Aunt Rei had said, I have quite made up my mind, and you are not to see that boy.” She looked up at MA. “I will speak to his parents, if I must.”
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