‘I interviewed you at the first Avengers movie red carpet in Italy… six years ago and you sang to me in Italian: ‘Volare’. I just wanted to know, have you learnt another Italian song since?’
I need someone to invent a Raffi based reason for this, plus what the hell would Seven have to say?
Seven would probably say she looks…appealing
Seven and Raffi materialise on La Sirena’s transporter pad, Seven dressed normal, Raffi in the banana suit.
Rios is watching from the transporter controls with a WTF look.
Seven: “Don’t ask…”
Seven walks briskly away, not amused.
Raffi: “She’ll calm down and uh…. **looks down at suit** You just kinda had to be there Cris…”.
Raffle wobbles off awkwardly after Seven with calls of “Babe? Babe????”…
Guys, I think we just discovered our first Picard crack fic theme: why is *insert beloved character* in the banana suit?
If this isn’t the theme of season two I’ll be wanting a damn refund!,
I have a sudden urge to write a banana suit cameo into the Halloween on La Sirena fic:
Cris: Raffi?! Why is Enoch in a fucking banana suit?
Raffi(while everybody around her is wheezing and snorting with laughter):That wasn’t my idea either. The holos were in charge of the haunted house.
Cris:Emmet?!
Emmet comes around the corner. He, too, is in a banana suit. However, the lower part of his suit that is the peel (?) is dark brown. The upper part of the banana is still yellow but has darker streeks and patterns in it - which look almost like tattoos.
Emmet:What?
Raffi: *leans against Seven and bursts out laughing*
Cris:…
From the other side of the room Mister Hospitality appears and - we’re starting to sense a theme here - his banana suit is pristine. His peels do not just drop down, no sir.. They actually arch up a little before they drop in an elegant curve.
Mister Hospitality: We had precise specification. Scary, but not too scary *brushes some fake spiderwebs from one of his banana-peel-petals*
Большой секрет — знает весь свет. Big secret—the whole world knows.
Борода не делает философом. A beard doesn’t make a philosopher.
В темноте все кошки серы. All cats are gray in the dark.
В Ту́лу со свои́м самова́ром не е́здят. No one brings a samovar to Tula. (Tula is famous as the city where samovars were manufactured. This is the equivalent of “Don’t bring coal to Newcastle.”)
Волко́в боя́ться — в лес не ходи́ть. If you’re afraid of wolves, don’t go to the woods.
Говорить правду — потерять дружбу. Tell the truth—lose friends.
Доверя́й, но проверя́й. Trust, but verify.
Долг платежо́м кра́сен. Debt is beautiful once it’s repaid.
Доно́счику — пе́рвый кнут.The informer is whipped first.
Друг познаётся в беде́. You get to know your friend in trouble. (A friend in need is a friend indeed.)
Дру́жба дру́жбой, а де́нежкам счёт. Friendship is friendship, but count money.
Знать всё — значит не знать ничего. To know everything is to know nothing.
На чужо́м го́ре сча́стья не постро́ишь. One can’t build happiness upon another’s grief.
Назва́лся гру́здем — полеза́й в ку́зов. If you called yourself a mushroom—get in the basket. (Sort of like, “don’t just talk the talk—walk the walk.”)
Не ошиба́ется тот, кто ничего́ не де́лает. He that does nothing makes no mistakes.
NB: any translation mistakes are mine
USEFUL!!!
Very Important Addition, my favorite
Любовь не картошка, не выбросишь в окошко. LOVE IS NOT A POTATO YOU CANNOT THROW IT OUT A WINDOW (that is, love is not a small thing that is easy to get rid of)
This isn’t why I’m in the Serpent’s Hand now, but it isn’t not why, either: When I was in Catholic school, my idol was another girl who ran a banned-book library out of her locker.
This is also not why I’m in the Serpent’s Hand now, but it’s closer to it: My Vee has corrosive blood. Found out when she was a little kid, and skinned her knee at preschool and within a few hours it had eaten through the floor.
We do what we can. That’s all it is, that’s all it’s ever been. Just people doing what they can.
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notes on living a life.
Yooo check out this Serpent’s Hand fic - I adore this anarchic take on the Serpent’s Hand and the love there. It’s short, read it, you’ll love it too.
I think it’s kind of funny how common a trope hive minds are in science fiction like we’re all super fascinated by the concept of a linked species that shares data through psychic link or whatever. But when it comes down to it it’s just as likely that an alien might see us and consider us to be a linked species because we are constantly connected and we share data through vibrations in the air or in codes that are just manipulating a space so different frequencies of light can be observed against each other or in an elaborate system of movement. And we are basically always doing this and none of our complex thoughts show up on their own they are built upon by others and every piece of ourselves is influenced by the networks of other humans that share data with us. Like sure we CAN exist as an individual unit but you die if you haven’t spent years getting data that teaches you how to survive like none of us can just LEAVE the hive mind right away and we only thrive when part of a communal unit. Idk maybe this is nothing but I think it’s kind of cool.
A human would get trapped on an alien world and ask for help getting back to earth and the alien would go “oh no! This species becomes both psychologically and physically unwell if not networked to other members of its species! Don’t worry little guy I’ll get you back to your monkey hive mind”
ohhh. okay, I’m stranded on an alien planet and totally isolated and worried sick, and I hitch a ride with some weird giant extraterrestrials who are only partly carbon-based and see with their noses and we have to communicate via pictograms, but they’re really trying and worried about me… and on their spaceship back, partway through a long voyage, they finally make excited smells and show me that they’ve hooked up my phone to Earth Wifi -
I mean, yeah, yeah, okay, I would feel much better.
Pairings: Tony Stark x Reader, Some Avengers & Reader (Platonic)
Word Count: 8.1K (I’M NOT SORRY)
Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, nyctophobia (Fear of the dark), Claustrophobia (fear of small spaces), Angsty writing. Captain America: Civil War rewrite
Author’s Note: Do you guys know how long I’ve been working on this fic and I’ve had so many problems with it? I almost deleted it like ten million times of the course of several months. But I finally finished it and I hope that it is something that you guys enjoy (or not cause its angsty).
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not me reading this romance writers’ tips masterlist and noticing a whole bunch of red flags about the way they wrote LOKI x sylvie in the “bad relationships” section…
this post will address three topics: 1) signs you may be in an abusive relationship 2) why the ‘surprise first kiss’ must go 3) signs your story is sexist against men
