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not 3 rando things but pls talk about harry callahan and the moon

geekhyena:

sunrisenebula:

lizzieraindrops:

oh is that what you want. is it really

okay let’s go

Three, two, one.

It’s been three years since he first set foot in silver dust while standing in the sky.

It’s been two years since he can’t look up at the Earth’s lone, lovely satellite without knowing he’ll cry.

It’s been one day since he decided it’s time.

He watches his eldest daughter walk across the grass in the backyard and lay a circle of light on the ground, faintly glowing symbols floating just above the myriad imperfect, precious green blades. He’s seen both of his girls do it a hundred times and more by now, but this time, so like the very first time, he is enveloped by a sense of deja vu, although nothing is the same. His hand curls around what’s in his pocket.

Nita turns to look at him. “Ready?” she says quietly.

Never. But he nods.

She speaks, and something that might be true silence and might be every sound in the world at once wraps him up and delivers him through space and time to a rocky, silvery-white surface in a gentle puff of dust.

Nita says something else in that flowing language that he almost understands, then looks at him. “You’ve got an air bubble five feet around that’ll follow you. Up to two hours if you need it. Page me when you’re ready to go; I’ll be in that crater.” She points at the craggy rim of a huge crater miles and miles away, then vanishes.

He looks up at the burning half-full Earth in the sky, and sits himself down on a rocky outcrop with a sigh. For a time, he sits there, elbows on his knees, hands cupped around a small, light stone that matches his surroundings. The one that Betty had picked up here that day, so long ago. It had sat in the dish cabinet, on the coffee table, on the DVD rack, and various other places since then.

He rubbed his fingers over the rough stone once more, then gently tucked it into a crack in the outcrop he sat on. He patted the outcrop with the palm of his hand.

“If I were one of those Greek gods,” he whispered hoarsely, “I’d have made you into the most beautiful constellation that ever danced across the sky.” The muffled silence of space seemed to listen.

“But I’m only a mere florist. I hope this is good enough.”

(if you want to cry more about Harry Callahan, go read Only A Mere Florist – I don’t remember what your tumblr username is, fabulous author, please remind me! by tumblr user sunrisenebula!)

Send me three random things, I’ll make them into a minific or a headcanon jam or something weird (probably tomorrow, I have to sleep soon!)

YOU FUCKING TURNED THE LINE FROM MY OWN FIC AROUND ON ME AND MADE ME CRY EVEN MORE HOW DARE YOU

i ain’t even mad that was actually a really brilliant move and this was beautiful and painful and WOW

HOW DARE U MAKE ME CRY LIKE THIS

logicalabsurdity:

I wonder if oaths of office in astahfrith societies are based on the Oath
Really it makes sense as a thing
Swearing by life that you will guard growth and ease pain, in the ways that don’t involve talking the universe into things but instead talking Congress into things
Which is prolly harder than talking air solid so uh

songofsunset:

littleskywatcher:

tatterpig replied to your post: dear code, what do you think you …

perhaps a more dairine callahan approach, which is this approach but with swearing

depends on when we’re talking.

baby!programmer dairi would have not so much swearing as “you WILL work because i say so or so help me i will make you regret it”

junior-wizard!programmer dairi would have much of the same in the Speech until the first time the computer actually took offense and turned itself off mid-compile. (it refused to cooperate until she had apologized profusely and explained that she wasn’t actually annoyed with the computer, she recognized that it was merely doing its job.)

high school!hacker dairi would indeed be much of the same but with more swearing. (she learned early on not to code while harry was in earshot—she was legitimately convinced that his eyebrows would literally disappear into his head if she wasn’t careful.)

at some point nita gets her a rubber duck as a joke. (it looks like darth vader. nita finds this absolutely hilarious for reasons that are unclear to dairine.) she refuses to acknowledge it at first, but after one awful all-nighter that duck becomes the best-educated programming duck the worlds have ever seen. it’s a good listener, and feels important when things work out and dairi praises it to high heavens. she’s not convinced that it doesn’t understand half of what she’s saying, anyway.

headcanon that wizard’s programming rubber ducks tend to develop a weird amount of sentience over time.

imaginariumgeographica:

Okay okay okay:

I love you to the moon and back.  WANNA SEE?!
*Teleports you to the moon and then teleports you back*
SEE?!  That’s how much I love you.

I love you so much, I have to take you to this planet so you can meet my robot children.

In life’s name and for life’s sake, please go out with me.

I thought I’d slow down entropy by asking you out now rather than later.

You must be one of the Powers that Be, because I’ve had you in my mind all day.

Ahhhhh… I am done now.  Please to not be leaving me for this, as that would increase entropy.
-The Inimitable Benjamin

Imagine a Pacific Rim fusion with Young Wizards

commonjourney:

Most of what I’ve seen really focuses on the humans, because they’re the ones who have to deal with it overtly. Not even the hint of impending doom is enough to change the sevarfrith nature of the planet. Aliens can’t just disappear with no explanation.

But while humanity focuses on dealing with the Kaiju, the other wizarding species have their own ways of coping with the invasion. Whales and other fishes have to find a way to clean the waters of Kaiju blue – reducing it’s harmful effects and finding ways of healing the affected. 

Safe zones are established, and they all actively maintain the borders making sure everyone knows where those borders lie, and herding shoals of fish away from polluted waters.

The sharks help clean up the damage by doing what they do best, ending the pain for those who can’t be healed. They also are among the first to establish a tolerance to Kaiju blue.

Even the leviathan, the creatures of the depths who hold with the Lone Power object to the intrusion into their domain. They’re the first to discover just how large the breach is, and are much better at detecting incoming Kaiju than the instruments used by the PPDC.

Cats lend their expertise to create temporary gateways that can be implemented at certain points of the ocean. Others lend their energy to the spells of the sea folk, whether it is in healing, cleansing, or otherwise. Experts all over the world help to refine and develop spells related to Kaiju phenomenon.

Not to mention the visitors of errantry who come by to lend a hand.

sapphirefiber:

In Life’s name, I will keep going.
For Life’s sake, I won’t give up.
I say that I will use the Art for nothing but the service of Life
(Even if it’s just my own)
I will try to guard growth and ease pain
(And forgive myself when I fail)
I will fight to preserve what grows and lives well in its own way
(Even when it hurts to care)
And I will change no object or creature unless its growth and life, or that of the system of which it is part, are threatened.
(I will bear the consequences of that change or lack of change)
To these ends, in the practice of my Art,
I will put aside fear for courage,
(Even though I am terrified every second)
And death for life,
(Even though the former haunts my days and nights)
When it is right to do so
Till Universe’s end

enterprising-gentleman:

What if after Deep Thought deduced the Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything, but had its Answer largely snubbed by the people of Magrathea, it decided to manifest as the Transcendent Pig and wander the universe, in search of someone who would make better use of the Answer?

The two have similar levels of knowledge and senses of humor, after all…

sapphirefiber:

So I was watching that new show Wizard Wars (very entertaining, a bit like Chopped but with magic tricks instead of food, 10/10, would watch in the wee hours of the morning again), and I just couldn’t stop thinking about Nita and her card tricks, and then I started thinking about illusionist/magician wizards.

Wizards who keep spell components up their sleeves instead of in an otherspace pocket. Wizards who find talking the Universe into another state as easy as talking an audience into believing a trick. Wizards in tough situations using illusion to supplement actual spells as a way to conserve energy but still be effective. Wizards pickpocketing the Lone Power and handing the poor, confused LP back the watch he was wearing just a moment ago.

Wizard magicians refusing to use wizardry onstage in order to preserve ethics and authenticity. Wizard magicians agreeing to using wizardry onstage in order to keep risky tricks safe. Wizard magicians with good relationships with their decks of cards and sometimes their own tricks will surprise them with a helpful twist. Wizards talking to the doves they have in the secret pockets and the rabbits in hats to keep them calm, explain what’s going on, and maybe persuade them to do an extra flap or hop to keep the audience entertained. (Oh man, wizards who are the animals used in tricks, that’s a whole nother ball game)

Just

Magic and wizardry working together seamlessly