Dec. 21st, 2014 11:23 am
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Posted by Magichorse


Carlos tries to break Night Vale into basic components and Night Vale breaks Carlos into basic components. Set leading up to and including One Year Later.

Words: 1371, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Go-Busters fic

Dec. 21st, 2014 12:06 pm
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Title: Home for the Holidays
Fandom: Tokumei Sentai Go-Busters
Characters/Pairing: Gen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, anything mentioned here by name isn't mine
Warnings: Takes place after vs Kyoryuger, spoilers apply. Touches on Jin's fate in the finale.
Notes: This, um, started out as a parody of the old Christmas Folger's commercial, but then it got more serious and stuff. It is a happy fluffy fic, however. (Title is clearly from the 1950s song.)

But as she peeked into the living room, yes, there was Jin. )

1 Hour to Pinch Hit Deadline (1)

Dec. 21st, 2014 05:00 pm
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Pinch hits that were sent between #85 and #174 are due 18:00 UTC Today! (ie 1 hours from now)

Pinch hits after that are due in 25 hours (18:00 UTC tomorrow)
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Posted by Sean Leahy

(Puck Daddy presents its annual look back at the year in hockey. Check back every day through the New Year for our many lists and hot takes.) 

At some point in the near future, maybe by the time the next lockout ends, the shootout will be a distant memory. NHL executives have been slowly minimizing its impact on the standings and the talk has only increased about holding different forms of overtime to avoid the shootout altogether.

In the meantime, we’re left to marvel at some of the magnificent moves pulled off by players in the one-on-one battle. 

Here are the top 10* shootout goals of 2014:

10. Yegor Milovzorov dons fish head during KHL Skills Competition

This may not be a shootout attempt that counted for anything meaningful, but Yegor Milovzorov putting on a bit of a show with the fish head and swan dive during the KHL’s All-Star Skills Competition was funny and memorable.

9. Nick Bjugstad finally ends it

Not only did Bjugstad pull off a pretty sweet move to beat Braden Holtby of the Washington Capitals, he also ended the NHL’s longest shootout ever in Round 20. 

8. John Tavares out-waits Steve Mason

Tavares showed here that sometimes patience is a virtue as he waited just long enough to fool Philadelphia Flyers netminder Steve Mason.. 

7. Jason Spezza dekes out Cory Schneider 

Spezza used a good mix during this attempt by speeding up, slowing down, then deking, keeping Schneider guessing before putting the backhander home.

6. Blake Wheeler makes Reto Berra whiff.

In similar fashion to what Spezza did on Schneider, Wheeler speeds in, slows down, dangles and forces Reto Berra to move first before whiffing on the stick check.

5. Josh Bailey and Ryan Strome bid farewell to the spin-o-rama

OK, make it 11. The spin-o-rama was banned from NHL shootouts over the summer, but not before Josh Bailey and Ryan Strome performed the final two acts against Martin Brodeur.

4. Linus Klasen channels inner Pavel Bure

There’s a little hint of Pavel Bure in this Klasen attempt as he represented Sweden during the Karjala Cup. During a shootout against Russia, he teed himself up with a pass off his skate to help extend Sweden’s lead.

3. Joe Thornton toe-drags Corey Crawford

Pavel Datsyuk has pulled this move off many times, as you’d expect from the Magic Man. But Big Joe Thornton? Yeah, he’s got some hands, too, as Corey Crawford found out.

2. Jonathan Huberdeau pulls a smooth 'Nilsson' versus Jaroslav Halak

There were many players who pulled the Kent Nilsson move in 2014, but the smoothness in the way Huberdeau delivered his gave him the edge in the end.

1. Viktor Arvidsson stuns at Predators camp

You may have to watch this twice to catch Arvidsson pinning the puck to the ice during his spin-o-rama before flipping it in for a goal. Quite impressive, young grasshopper.

More NHL coverage from Yahoo Canada Sports:

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Posted by Bridget Crawford

Who Can Consent to Use of Dead Teenager’s Frozen Sperm?

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I have so many basic factual questions about this story concerning the frozen sperm of an Auckland, New Zealand teenager:

Promising young film-maker Cameron Duncan banked sperm at age 15 before starting chemotherapy in 2002 for bone cancer in his left femur. Knowing the chemotherapy might destroy his fertility, he wanted to preserve the chance of having children in the future. * * *

Tragically, Cameron was only 17 when he died in November 2003 – but in his will, he preserved his sperm, and it has remained frozen ever since.

The Human Assisted Reproductive Technology Act, passed shortly after, imposed a 10-year limit on storage of frozen sperm, embryos and eggs plus testicular and ovarian tissue.

There is an additional one-year window, though, to argue the case that sperm could be used to create a baby, rather than be destroyed.

Under the act, nobody had the right to use sperm stored by a minor aged under 16 years, except the person himself. An applicant would have to show that Cameron did grant his consent for the use of the sperm, before he died.

The Advisory Committee on Assisted Reproductive Technology said it would be necessary to prove how the law could allow using a minor’s sperm without his consent.

Read the full story here.

Is there someone who is seeking to use the decedent’s sperm?  What evidence is there that the decedent consented to posthumous reproduction?  What is the legal significance of the fact that the decedent was a minor at the time the sperm was frozen and at the time of his death? Does New Zealand’s Human Assisted Reproductive Technology Act apply retroactively?  If any children were born of this decedent’s sperm, would the offspring be entitled to state support or other survivor’s benefits, as was sought in the Massachusetts case of Woodward v. Commissioner of Social Security, 70 N.E.2d 257 (Mass. 2002)? Any thoughts or recommendations for further study from New Zealand readers would be much appreciated.

-Bridget Crawford

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Posted by Sigrid Ellis

Winter Solstice, Camelot Station

by John M. Ford

Camelot is served
By a sixteen-track stub terminal done in High Gothick Style,
The tracks covered by a single great barrel-vaulted glass roof framed upon iron,
At once looking back to the Romans and ahead to the Brunels.
Beneath its rotunda, just to the left of the ticket windows,
Is a mosaic floor depicting the Round Table
(Where all knights, regardless of their station of origin
Or class of accommodation, are equal),
And around it murals of knightly deeds in action
(Slaying dragons, righting wrongs, rescuing maidens tied to the tracks).
It is the only terminal, other than Gare d’Avalon in Paris,
To be hung with original tapestries,
And its lavatories rival those at the Great Gate of Kiev Central.
During a peak season such as this, some eighty trains a day pass through,
Five times the frequency at the old Londinium Terminus,
Ten times the number the Druid towermen knew.
(The Official Court Christmas Card this year displays
A crisp black-and-white Charles Clegg photograph from the King’s own collection.
Showing a woad-blued hogger at the throttle of “Old XCVII,”
The Fast Mail overnight to Eboracum. Those were the days.)
The first of a line of wagons have arrived,
Spilling footmen and pages in Court livery,
And old thick Kay, stepping down from his Range Rover,
Tricked out in a bush coat from Swaine, Adeney, Brigg,
Leaning on his shooting stick as he marshalls his company,
Instructing the youngest how to behave in the station,
To help mature women that they may encounter,
Report pickpockets, gather up litter,
And of course no true Knight of the Table Round (even in training)
Would do a station porter out of Christmas tips.
He checks his list of arrival times, then his watch
(A moon-phase Breguet, gift from Merlin):
The seneschal is a practical man, who knows trains do run late,
And a stolid one, who sees no reason to be glad about it.
He dispatches pages to posts at the tracks,
Doling out pennies for platform tickets,
Then walks past the station buffet with a dyspeptic snort,
Goes into the bar, checks the time again, orders a pint.
The patrons half turn–it’s the fella from Camelot, innit?
And Kay chuckles soft to himself, and the Court buys a round.
He’s barely halfway when a page tumbles in,
Seems the knights are arriving, on time after all,
So he tips the glass back (people stare as he guzzles),
Then plonks it down hard with five quid for the barman,
And strides for the doorway (half Falstaff, half Hotspur)
To summon his liveried army of lads.

* * *

Bors arrives behind steam, riding the cab of a heavy Mikado.
He shakes the driver’s hand, swings down from the footplate,
And is like a locomotive himself, his breath clouding white,
Dark oil sheen on his black iron mail,
Sword on his hip swinging like siderods at speed.
He stamps back to the baggage car, slams mailed fist on steel door
With a clang like jousters colliding.
The handler opens up and goes to rouse another knight.
Old Pellinore has been dozing with his back against a crate,
A cubical, chain-bound thing with FRAGILE tags and air holes,
BEAST says the label, QUESTING, 1 the bill of lading.
The porters look doubtful but ease the thing down.
It grumbles. It shifts. Someone shouts, and they drop it.
It cracks like an egg. There is nothing within.
Elayne embraces Bors on the platform, a pelican on a rock,
Silently they watch as Pelly shifts the splinters,
Supposing aloud that Gutman and Cairo have swindled him.

A high-drivered engine in Northern Lines green
Draws in with a string of side-corridor coaches,
All honey-toned wood with stained glass on their windows.
Gareth steps down from a compartment, then Gaheris and Aggravaine,
All warmly tucked up in Orkney sweaters;
Gawaine comes after in Shetland tweed.
Their Gladstones and steamers are neatly arranged,
With never a worry–their Mum does the packing.
A redcap brings forth a curious bundle, a rude shape in red paper–
The boys did that one themselves, you see, and how does one wrap a unicorn’s head?
They bustle down the platform, past a chap all in green.
He hasn’t the look of a trainman, but only Gawaine turns to look at his eyes,
And sees written there Sir, I shall speak with you later.

Over on the first track, surrounded by reporters,
All glossy dark iron and brass-bound mystery,
The Direct-Orient Express, ferried in from Calais and Points East.
Palomides appears. Smelling of patchouli and Russian leather,
Dripping Soubranie ash on his astrakhan collar,
Worry darkening his dark face, though his damascene armor shows no tarnish,
He pushes past the press like a broad-hulled icebreaker.
Flashbulbs pop. Heads turn. There’s a woman in Chanel black,
A glint of diamonds, liquid movements, liquid eyes.
The newshawks converge, but suddenly there appears
A sharp young man in a crisp blue suit
From the Compagnie Internationale des Wagons-Lits,
That elegant, comfortable, decorous, close-mouthed firm;
He’s good at his job, and they get not so much as a snapshot.
Tomorrow’s editions will ask who she was, and whom with…

Now here’s a silver train, stainless steel, Vista-Domed,
White-lighted grails on the engine (running no extra sections)
The Logres Limited, extra fare, extra fine,
(Stops on signal at Carbonek to receive passengers only).
She glides to a Timkin-borne halt (even her grease is clean),
Galahad already on the steps, flashing that winning smile,
Breeze mussing his golden hair, but not his Armani tailoring,
Just the sort of man you’d want finding your chalice.
He signs an autograph, he strikes a pose.
Someone says, loudly, “Gal! Who serves the Grail?”
He looks–no one he knows–and there’s a silence,
A space in which he shifts like sun on water;
Look quick and you may see a different knight,
A knight who knows that meanings can be lies,
That things are done not knowing why they’re done,
That bearings fail, and stainless steel corrodes.
A whistle blows. Snow shifts on the glass shed roof. That knight is gone.
This one remaining tosses his briefcase to one of Kay’s pages,
And, golden, silken, careless, exits left.

Behind the carsheds, on the business-car track, alongside the private varnish
Of dukes and smallholders, Persian potentates and Cathay princes
(James J. Hill is here, invited to bid on a tunnel through the Pennines),
Waits a sleek car in royal blue, ex-B&O, its trucks and fittings chromed,
A black-gloved hand gripping its silver platform rail;
Mordred and his car are both upholstered in blue velvet and black leather.
He prefers to fly, but the weather was against it.
His DC-9, with its video system and Quotron and waterbed, sits grounded at Gatwick.
The premature lines in his face are a map of a hostile country,
The redness in his eyes a reminder that hollyberries are poison.
He goes inside to put on a look acceptable for Christmas Court;
As he slams the door it rattles like strafing jets.

Outside the Station proper, in the snow,
On a through track that’s used for milk and mail,
A wheezing saddle-tanker stops for breath;
A way-freight mixed, eight freight cars and caboose,
Two great ugly men on the back platform, talking with a third on the ballast.
One, the conductor, parcels out the last of the coffee;
They drink. A joke about grails. They laugh.
When it’s gone, the trainman pretends to kick the big hobo off,
But the farewell hug spoils the act.
Now two men stand on the dirty snow,
The conductor waves a lantern and the train grinds on.
The ugly men start walking, the new arrival behind,
Singing “Wenceslas” off-key till the other says stop.
There are two horses waiting for them. Rather plain horses,
Considering. The men mount up.
By the roundhouse they pause,
And look at the locos, the water, the sand, and the coal,
The look for a long time at the turntable,
Until the one who is King says “It all seemed so simple, once,”
And the best knight in the world says “It is. We make it hard.”
They ride on, toward Camelot by the service road.

The sun is winter-low. Kay’s caravan is rolling.
He may not run a railroad, but he runs a tight ship;
By the time they unload in the Camelot courtyard,
The wassail will be hot and the goose will be crackling,
Banners snapping from their towers, fir logs on the fire, drawbridge down,
And all that sackbut and psaltery stuff.
Blanchefleur is taking the children caroling tonight,
Percivale will lose to Merlin at chess,
The young knights will dally and the damsels dally back,
The old knights will play poker at a smaller Table Round.
And at the great glass station, motion goes on,
The extras, the milk trains, the varnish, the limiteds,
The Pindar of Wakefield, the Lady of the Lake,
The Broceliande Local, the Fast Flying Briton,
The nerves of the kingdom, the lines of exchange,
Running to a schedule as the world ought,
Ticking like a hot-fired hand-stoked heart,
The metal expression of the breaking of boundaries,
The boilers that turn raw fire into power,
The driving rods that put the power to use,
The turning wheels that make all places equal,
The knowledge that the train may stop but the line goes on;
The train may stop
But the line goes on.

My 2009 post about this poem.
My 2010 post.

Recent Movie Roundup 20

Dec. 21st, 2014 06:26 pm
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Posted by Abigail Nussbaum

In the previous installment of this series, I noted that I was looking forward to watching some more grown-up fare at the movie theater.  Eight months later, I seem to have failed spectacularly at that task.  There are a whole bunch of movies for adults, like Boyhood and Whiplash, that I meant to see and never got around to, and here I am again reporting on the more shlocky end of the scale.  So

December meme: Leverage!

Dec. 21st, 2014 11:28 am
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[personal profile] ranalore asked: Leverage, please! What are some of the things you love best about it?

My Leverage tag has more of me talking about the show and characters, if you're interested.

Leverage is one of my all-time favorite shows, hands-down, as-is, forever and ever. It's one I've watched all the way through, about 7 times (original airing, my own rewatch, my own rewatch again when I got the dvds, watching commentary, watching with friend 1, watching with friend 2, my own rewatch). It's a comfort show and I honestly, never get tired of it. Even the episodes that are not my favorites, when I rewatch them, I find thing I'd forgotten about that I love -- little character moments, a couple lines, the convoluted complexity of a heist and a con in each episode. Each time rewatch I somehow love it more.

Overall there are three main things I love. The first is that the Leverage team always wins. It's not always easy, but they always win. I like good drama as much as the next person, but in this world we live in, it's sometimes nice to see the fantasy where the awful people get their asses handed to them by the good guys, and they have to pay for their crimes against people that in the real world, they get away with.

The second thing is that the show is smart and as based in reality as it can be. If you listen to the commentaries, they talk about where the stories come from, and the majority of them are real things that the corporate world is doing to fuck people over. Yes, there is artistic license to a certain extent, but the underlying awfulness of the bad guys is real and happening. I like that the show commits to that -- and then in fantasy tv world takes them down.

The third thing is the competence porn. Once the show runners figured out that people love competence porn, they started giving more of it on the show. They don't pass the idiot ball, they make the complications in the plot stem from things either 1) outside of their control that come from the bad guys' competence, or 2) from being too good at convincing the mark of something. I appreciate that not just because it makes the team that much more awesome, but also because they avoid a lot of bad writing traps that make the characters stupid.

Which brings me to the characters, who are among my favorite on television. I love all of them, even Nate in all his alcoholic ruthlessness. I love how they straddle the line between good guy and bad guy, and how that line moves as they progress through the series. I love how they became a family, and we get to see it. I love how the show gives the little character moments room to breathe and be important, and that they're never thrown in as an after thought but part of the story.

If I go on about the characters I'll be here all day, so I'll just reference a past post, and add that the other best thing Leverage did was give them a send off in an excellent series finale. My OT3 is out there, still ruining evil people's lives, and Nate and Sophie are traveling the world doing their thing.

A Big Bottle For a Big Baby

Dec. 21st, 2014 08:49 am
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Posted by Andrew Bleiman

GOH Baby 12-17_005_Web

At three weeks old, a Greater One-horned Rhino calf at the San Diego Zoo Safari Park has no problem with the super-sized bottle wielded by a zoo keeper.  This little Rhino gulps down a bottle every two hours and gains almost four pounds each day.

Born on November 27, the male calf, who has not yet been named, was cared for by his mother for almost two weeks, but he was not gaining weight as he should.  To provide the calf with the optimal care to thrive, he was taken to the Safari Park’s animal care center where he is watched around-the-clock, bottle-fed every two hours, and taken outdoors for exercise each day.

After only a week in the nursery, the little Rhino is growing:  he weighed 160 pounds at birth and currently weighs 190 pounds.  Adult Rhinos weigh between 4,000 and 5,000 pounds.

Once widespread in Southeast Asia, the Greater One-horned Rhinoceros is now found only in India and Nepal. This species is listed as Endangered by the International Union for Conservation of Nature due to poaching threats. There are an estimated 3,250 Greater One-horned Rhinos remaining in the wild. This calf is the 68th Greater One-horned Rhino born at the Safari Park since 1975, making the Park the foremost breeding facility in the world for this species. 

Photo Credit:  Ken Bohn, San Diego Zoo Safari Park




and knowing we are not alone in fear

Dec. 21st, 2014 10:37 am
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I did not manage a nap yesterday, but I did beta 5 different yuletide stories AND revise mine to a state where I'm like 95% happy with it, PLUS I started a treat and scouted out a possible second treat, so I feel good about that. I hope my recipient likes it!

Today's December talking meme post is about writing, too, so let's just segue into that:

December 21: [livejournal.com profile] flaming_muse asked, Is there a story you'd like to write but can't, for whatever reason? Tell us about it!

Ahahaha, right now it's all of them!

But no, aside from the 5000 words of the MCU/DCU crossover that even with help I can't seem to finish because plot, I would really like to write the Veronica Mars/DCU crossover where Veronica, on the trail of what turns out to be a serial killer, comes to Gotham because she begins to suspect Bruce Wayne is her guy (he has the same taste in women, apparently), and Batman is just like, ugh, tiny blonde detective go away! And he sends Dick out to distract her (...yes, exactly like that) because he's so close to finding out who the killer is! But the story requires a killer and a plot smart enough to keep both Bruce Wayne and Veronica Mars guessing for a while and I am not that smart or that good at mystery plots. So it remains unwritten, but glorious in my head. I probably should just find a good serial killer movie and steal the plot from that. *hands*

Writing is hard!


So yesterday I sat down and watched the final *sob* three episodes of Legend of Korra. Outside the cut, I will say that I liked the first two seasons more than a lot of people did, though they're definitely flawed, but if you stopped watching then, please do yourself a favor and check out seasons 3 and 4, because they are simply MARVELOUS. I mean, some things were still rushed and some things never got quite the nuance I was hoping for, but overall, I would rate them very highly indeed, up there with AtLA season 3, which is the second best season, because nothing will ever match the heights of AtLA season 2. The Ba Sing Se arc is among the best arcs of television I've ever watched, but really, the whole season from "The Blind Bandit" through "Crossroads of Destiny" is brilliant.


spoilers )

So some people might consider that full of fan service, but if so, it was fan service done right for this fangirl! And the future is wide open for many more adventures, even though the creators have said they're done with the Avatar universe.

(Funnily enough, after all the Clone Wars watching I've been doing - I've finished the series and kind of want to just start rewatching it right away, and I'll be posting a lot of thoughts, because, well, I'm very impressed with what they managed to do on that show (they made me feel really bad for Anakin! Even though he is the king of bad decisions! I don't know what to do with these emotions!) - but anyway, in the Korra opening, when Tenzin is like, "Earth. Fire. Air. Water. Only the Avatar can master all four elements and bring balance to the world," I keep thinking he's going to say "bring balance to the Force" now. And that just makes me want a Star Wars/AtLA crossover somehow. Not just because Iroh needs to talk some sense into Anakin AND the Jedi Council, but just because now I'm thinking about the avatar world and benders as people who connect with the Spirit World (in essence, the Force) differently from the Jedi and how they'd respond to that. Like, with the avatar world being off-limits until they have spacefaring technology of their own, but then joining the Republic and how the Jedi would dismiss the Avatar because they don't use the Force in the approved Jedi way [not even the Air Nomads anymore, who would be closest, pre-genocide, to the Jedi way of life], but they're not - Unalaq aside - using the dark side. Someone should totally write this for me.)



Dec. 21st, 2014 09:50 am
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OMG y'all y'all y'all

I just finished Eleanor and Park

I am honest-to-god crying

I can't even

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

...And a Partridge in a Pear Tree

Dec. 21st, 2014 02:43 pm
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Fandom: Primeval
Title: ... and a Partridge in a Pear Tree
Rating: U
Pairing: Becker/Jess
Challenge: 398
Word Count: 100

Jess thought that her father had spiked the punch. She certainly felt slight tipsy when she opened the door to find Becker holding a tree.

"Merry Christmas. I've bought you a partridge in a pear tree."

"I've read that book. If you bring two turtle doves tomorrow, there will be trouble."

"What book?"

"They end up bathing in milk and there are birds everywhere. He proposes on the thirteenth day."

"Did someone mention a proposal?" Jess's Dad wandered into the hall.

Becker looked distinctly hunted.

"I haven't said yes yet," Jess replied.

"No turtle doves tomorrow, I promise," said Becker.

Sunday favorites

Dec. 21st, 2014 11:53 am
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Posted by Fred Clark

Luke 2:8-20

In that region there were shepherds living in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night. Then an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified.

But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid; for see — I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people: to you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign for you: you will find a child wrapped in bands of cloth and lying in a manger.”

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace among those whom he favors!”

When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let us go now to Bethlehem and see this thing that has taken place, which the Lord has made known to us.” So they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the child lying in the manger.When they saw this, they made known what had been told them about this child; and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds told them. But Mary treasured all these words and pondered them in her heart.

Fic: Road For Home - Chapter 15

Dec. 21st, 2014 11:56 pm
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Title: Road For Home
Author: Me aka [personal profile] in_the_bottle
Fandom: MCU (Thor, Iron Man)
Rating: PG this part
Pairing: Loki/Tony
Summary: What if Loki was told of his adoption not long before the events in Thor? An AU where Loki and Tony literally crashed into each other and Tony discovers that his life is actually an 80s sci-fi movie.

Thanks to [personal profile] lefaym for beta work! And [profile] slashybits for telling me that no, its not OOC and there isn't a gigantic plot hole in the middle of it all.

Previous chapters on AO3

Chapter 15 )


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