Okay so if you want a 100000/10 Ted Lasso fic rec where that man gets his shit together kicking and screaming, I highly recommend “number 4 was always you”. I have read it an embarrassing number of times and I feel like you’d vibe with it.
Its been a while since i have stayed up past midnight to read a book. But when you have a beefy queer monster hunter? Hmmmmm…. then I dont need much persuading
‘Hands weaving magnetic-core memory, IBM, Poughkeepsie, New York,’ 1956. Photograph by Ansel Adams.
My mother used to make computer cores as a “work from home” side business. As a child I got spending money via un-winding the ones that failed testing so that the magnetic center could be re-used. I got between $0.05 and $0.25 per core depending. Mom got more for the finished ones, of course, though I don’t know how much. Her sister was an expert, and did the more complicated kind, some of which ended up in satellites and/or were used by NASA!
They were all done by hand using a kind of treadle-operated frame with a little (crochet!) hook to pull the wires around the cores. The people making them were mostly housewives who did this as a side-job in the 80s and 90s. I don’t know if it’s still done that way anywhere in the USA today, but the history of computing and space exploration is littered with “women’s work” like this.
I want a Daredevil/Defenders type scenario where the GCPD has to take everyone who is connected to/knows the Waynes into protective custody because of a threat to Batman’s loved ones and it’s just a room full of people, half of whom have zero idea why they’re there (the Batkids’ close school friends, Bruce’s distant relatives, etc) and the other half who are trying very very hard to not look like they know why they’re there (Lucius Fox, Jim Gordon, Clark Kent + Lois Lane, Leslie Tompkins, etc).
someone, finally speaking up: so who do we all have in common, then?
Jim Gordon, flipping a chair after trying to stand up too fast: no one. absolutely no one. right, Lucius?
Lucius Fox: right
Jim Gordon: it’s probably better for us all to just…not talk. at all.
i have hidden a golden ticket in one of my posts, and whoever finds it will get to go on a Marvelous Tour of my Whimsical Tower in which I Will Not Kill You and You Will Not Be Killed .
you will Not be chopped up and used for spell components, let me make that clear
remember when you were 10 and you would hang out with your friends in order to Look At The Computer together like you went to their house and experienced the information superhighway together. and then leave
I forget how much of the X-Men movie verse is just
Charles: my old friend, my love, we could have retired to a house by the sea where no one knows us and I would have kissed you in the sunshine and tenderly fed you fresh fruit every day for breakfast had shit not gotten real. Please reconsider your decision to kill us.
Erik: I still dream of that house by the sea and making love to you every night and bringing you your tea made just how you like it every morning, my love, my old friend. I’m gonna kill you now.
