OneMuseLeft

By metaphorical I mean 'Get your coat.'

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katander:

The Y2K fear was real.

Okay so true story. New Year’s Eve 1999, right before midnight there was a power failure. I was outside and I just saw the entire neighborhood go dark. I may or may not have freaked out a little.

katander:

The Y2K fear was real.

Okay so true story. New Year’s Eve 1999, right before midnight there was a power failure. I was outside and I just saw the entire neighborhood go dark. I may or may not have freaked out a little.

(Source: completed-nihilism, via flange5)

Filed under My uncle had stockpiled for an emergency he was worried the banks would be closed so he had a fuck ton of cash in the house And my aunt had wanted us to spend thenight in town because if the phones went out we wouldn't be able to call for help Yeah people took this thing seriously too old for tumblr

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chead asked: hey what's up with the "!" in fandoms? i.e. "fat!<thing>" just curious thaxxx <3

nentuaby:

hosekisama:

michaelblume:

molly-ren:

stevita:

molly-ren:

molly-ren:

I have asked this myself in the past and never gotten an answer.

Maybe today will be the day we are both finally enlightened.

woodsgotweird said: man i just jumped on the bandwagon because i am a sheep. i have no idea where it came from and i ask myself this question all the time

Maybe someone made a typo and it just got out of hand?

I kinda feel like panic!at the disco started the whole exclamation point thing and then it caught on around the internet, but maybe they got it from somewhere else, IDK.

The world may never know…

Maybe it’s something mathematical?

I’ve been in fandom since *about* when Panic! formed and the adjective!character thing was already going strong, pretty sure it predates them.

It’s a way of referring to particular variations of (usually) a character — dark!Will, junkie!Sherlock, et cetera. I have suspected for a while that it originated from some archive system that didn’t accommodate spaces in its tags, so to make common interpretations/versions of the characters searchable, people started jamming the words together with an infix.

(Lately I’ve seen people use the ! notation when the suffix isn’t the full name, but is actually the second part of a common fandom portmanteau. This bothers me a lot but it happens, so it’s worth being aware of.)

"Bang paths" (! is called a "bang"when not used for emphasis) were the first addressing scheme for email, before modern automatic routing was set up. If you wanted to write a mail to the Steve here in Engineering, you just wrote "Steve" in the to: field and the computer sent it to the local account named Steve. But if it was Steve over in the physics department you wrote it to phys!Steve; the computer sent it to the "phys" computer, which sent it in turn to the Steve account. To get Steve in the Art department over at NYU, you wrote NYU!art!Steve- your computer sends it to the NYU gateway computer sends it to the "art" computer sends it to the Steve account. Etc. ("Bang"s were just chosen because they were on the keyboard, not too visually noisy, and not used for a huge lot already).

It became pretty standard jargon, as I understand, to disambiguate when writing to other humans. First phys!Steve vs the Steve right next to you, just like you were taking to the machine, then getting looser (as jargon does) to reference, say, bearded!Steve vs bald!Steve.

So I’m guessing alternate character version tags probably came from that.

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rageprufrock:

letyoursoul:

thyartisdisney:

LABRATHOR

HE IS SO WORTHY

"Worthy," to Mjolnir, was a non-species specific trait.
That was great when Steve could lift Thor’s hammer in the heat of battle so that he or his team mates could live to fight another day, but was annoying as fuck when every other dog in New York City prance off with it in their jaws. 
The first time it had happened, it was a chocolate lab, who’d been sniffing around the the remains of Steve’s sandwich at the park, spied Mjolnir lying peacefully by Thor’s side, and decided to investigate. Thor had exclaimed loudly and at length when the dog had closed its jaws around the handle and lifted. Then everybody had started exclaiming loudly and at length when — motivated by the excitement of a new game — the dog had broken into a run back for its owner on the other side of the park.
"Oh shit," Steve had said, and immediately booked it, seeing horrifying visions of the Avengers issuing an apology for accidentally crushing a civilian because they’d been playing fetch with a mythical weapon. 
To complete the farce of the day, he’d closed the last distance between himself, the dog, Mjolnir, and the pretty brown-haired woman who was his owner by sliding into home. 
Him lying on top of a total stranger, clutching a giant hammer, with a dog nosing enthusiastically at his backside, ended up splashed over every news source in America. Correction: in the world. Natasha had texted to say “lol just saw your boob faceplant on a news report in dprk good job buddy.” 
Thor had been appropriately apologetic and surprised, saying he had no idea what Mjolnir had seen in the warrior beast, but that it must have had a noble spirit indeed. Tony just laughed until he made himself sick.
His comeuppance came just weeks later, when at a Maria Stark Foundation event for service docs, a puppy about to enter training fell in love with Mjolnir and tried to bring it to his handler. Thor, having remembered he was a prince of realms, had put on a tuxedo and tied back his golden hair, and Jane was — understandably — keeping him pretty busy by staring at his dreamy eyes or groping him outrageously where not too many children could see. The hammer had been left on the Avengers’ table.
Tony, from his vantage point making a series of exceptionally charming opening remarks on the stage, had seen a disaster in progress, yelled, “FUCK,” into the hot mic, whipped on his Hulkbuster armor, and thrown himself between the hammer and the handler. He ended up dented and bruised for his trouble, with a baby golden lab making whining noises and cowering away from him. 
"What the fuck," Tony had yelled, when Thor had rushed over after he’d removed Jane’s hand from his man breast to move the hammer off of the creaking chestplates of his latest Iron Man suit. "Like what the fuck!"
"Maybe all dogs are noble and worthy of Mjolnir," Bruce had guessed later, watching Clint and Natasha troll each other in increasingly childish ways to try and move the hammer some more. Again. At this point, they’d introduced physics and were trying to create a lever with some experimental industrial art Pepper had bought for the tower. 
"So just keep it away from dogs," Natasha said, watching Clint dripping sweat and purple-faced with exertion, swearing at Mjolnir and straining his massive arms on the metal rebar to no avail.
Easier said than done, even for Natasha, when she found herself dogsitting Lucky at the tower two months later and had to explain to Stark what she’d done to shatter his Italian marble bathroom. 
"I told him to drop it," she said, shrugging. "He did."
Tony clawed at his goatee. “You — Pepper is already furious about the industrial art thing.”
"When we stopped messing with it, we left it in okay condition — you’re the one who got bored and tried to make a robot out of it," Nat retorted without remorse.

rageprufrock:

letyoursoul:

thyartisdisney:

LABRATHOR

HE IS SO WORTHY

"Worthy," to Mjolnir, was a non-species specific trait.

That was great when Steve could lift Thor’s hammer in the heat of battle so that he or his team mates could live to fight another day, but was annoying as fuck when every other dog in New York City prance off with it in their jaws. 

The first time it had happened, it was a chocolate lab, who’d been sniffing around the the remains of Steve’s sandwich at the park, spied Mjolnir lying peacefully by Thor’s side, and decided to investigate. Thor had exclaimed loudly and at length when the dog had closed its jaws around the handle and lifted. Then everybody had started exclaiming loudly and at length when — motivated by the excitement of a new game — the dog had broken into a run back for its owner on the other side of the park.

"Oh shit," Steve had said, and immediately booked it, seeing horrifying visions of the Avengers issuing an apology for accidentally crushing a civilian because they’d been playing fetch with a mythical weapon. 

To complete the farce of the day, he’d closed the last distance between himself, the dog, Mjolnir, and the pretty brown-haired woman who was his owner by sliding into home. 

Him lying on top of a total stranger, clutching a giant hammer, with a dog nosing enthusiastically at his backside, ended up splashed over every news source in America. Correction: in the world. Natasha had texted to say “lol just saw your boob faceplant on a news report in dprk good job buddy.” 

Thor had been appropriately apologetic and surprised, saying he had no idea what Mjolnir had seen in the warrior beast, but that it must have had a noble spirit indeed. Tony just laughed until he made himself sick.

His comeuppance came just weeks later, when at a Maria Stark Foundation event for service docs, a puppy about to enter training fell in love with Mjolnir and tried to bring it to his handler. Thor, having remembered he was a prince of realms, had put on a tuxedo and tied back his golden hair, and Jane was — understandably — keeping him pretty busy by staring at his dreamy eyes or groping him outrageously where not too many children could see. The hammer had been left on the Avengers’ table.

Tony, from his vantage point making a series of exceptionally charming opening remarks on the stage, had seen a disaster in progress, yelled, “FUCK,” into the hot mic, whipped on his Hulkbuster armor, and thrown himself between the hammer and the handler. He ended up dented and bruised for his trouble, with a baby golden lab making whining noises and cowering away from him. 

"What the fuck," Tony had yelled, when Thor had rushed over after he’d removed Jane’s hand from his man breast to move the hammer off of the creaking chestplates of his latest Iron Man suit. "Like what the fuck!"

"Maybe all dogs are noble and worthy of Mjolnir," Bruce had guessed later, watching Clint and Natasha troll each other in increasingly childish ways to try and move the hammer some more. Again. At this point, they’d introduced physics and were trying to create a lever with some experimental industrial art Pepper had bought for the tower. 

"So just keep it away from dogs," Natasha said, watching Clint dripping sweat and purple-faced with exertion, swearing at Mjolnir and straining his massive arms on the metal rebar to no avail.

Easier said than done, even for Natasha, when she found herself dogsitting Lucky at the tower two months later and had to explain to Stark what she’d done to shatter his Italian marble bathroom. 

"I told him to drop it," she said, shrugging. "He did."

Tony clawed at his goatee. “You — Pepper is already furious about the industrial art thing.”

"When we stopped messing with it, we left it in okay condition — you’re the one who got bored and tried to make a robot out of it," Nat retorted without remorse.

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