You ever think about the fact that Gandalf’s best hobbit buddy was the Old Took & after the Old Took died Gandalf took to befriending his many, many descendants. Does he see Gerontius in Bilbo & Frodo & Merry & Pippin. Does he still miss him. I think about this a lot.
Further to that: he like. Absolutely does see a lot of Belladonna in Bilbo. That’s just canon.
Gandalf is there like, I miss my friend. Friend’s essence is now, distributed throughout his many descendants? if I get enough of them together in the same place, maybe I can,,, recreate him
if this is what’s going through Gandalf’s head, he’s going to heartily regret his decision upon meeting Pippin, who mostly got all the chaotic energy that Gerontius ever possessed
there’ll be a moment where he thinks “ah yes, I can see my friend in this one”, and then ten minutes later his thoughts will have changed to “my friend was insane, I remember this now”
Anonymous asked: Did you have a post about where you thought Metropolis and Gotham should be geographically? (I'm trying to find the post, but struggling).
i don’t know if i ever posted about metropolis but basically:
i don’t believe metropolis is in the midwest because midwest cities are… different? from coastal cities? it’s hard to quantify. like i don’t believe anyone would give a shit about clark being from smallville if metropolis were in kansas. midwestern cities are chock full of people from bumfuck. who cares. no one. where else are you going to go when you finally get the hell out of your nowhere town? you’re gonna drive for an hour or two to the city, which is about as far as you had to drive to get to the grocery store so it’s no big.
whereas in coastal cities, moving to A Real City from flyover country is a big fucking deal for some reason. wow you really moved to the big city!! must be a big change!!! crazy!!!!! you’re from a small town called smallville holy shit check out smallville over here, he grew up on a farm! i bet he has a driver’s license, and uses it
i believe it’s an east coast city because there’s a harbor there, and people are always wearing suits
and uuuuuh this part hasn’t come up yet but in 1883 the world’s fair was canceled because it was supposed to be in inwood ny but the committee couldn’t get its shit together (a real thing)
in sorrowverse someone saw the writing on the wall a lot earlier and proposed a little patch of nothing in connecticut, where they proceeded to built basically an entire city from nothing expressly for the purpose of having a world’s fair there
so basically every time major construction went down in metropolis for the next hundred years it was so it could play the part of The City of Tomorrow for another world’s fair because they were good at it
@zahnie i am kind of mad tbh bc now i keep thinking about that leverage/batman crossover and it’s ridiculous. they’re using a charity gala as a way to get into the manor. eliot immediately pegs alfred for former mi6, but he can’t figure out what the fuck bruce’s deal is. something about the way he stands or the way he watches the room or his shoulders or something. “is it not distinctive enough?” “oh, it’s distinctive as hell, i just don’t know what it is”. let’s say it’s older bruce so hardison has to get into a hacker fight with tim. sophie can’t grift bc there are too many rich people who’d recognize her in attendance. parker can’t infiltrate the catering service because they run that shit tighter than the white house (WHY is he so paranoid about his CATERERS what the HELL i’ve seen BANKS less lax about tracking employees than this) so she has to pretend to be a model. that backfires so fast because bruce is so nice and wants to know if she’s okay bc she seems uncomfortable. parker is thrilled when she discovers the house is full of secret passages but that also ends poorly when she turns a corner and bruce is standing there like “hey there, you seem lost”. he’s still wearing the tux and drinking his champagne. he helpfully guides her to the bathroom since she is having such trouble finding it. eliot has a tense standoff with alfred bc this is wayne manor alfred and that means he is like an older, british eliot who’ll shoot a motherfucker. hardison and tim get distracted playing wow together and it isn’t clear exactly how that happened. there has to be at least one scene where eliot and bruce are fighting and the rest of the team just watches instead of doing anything useful because it’s actually kind of really hot. they don’t even really hurt each other so it’s fine. probably fine. just let them keep pinning each other to the floor for a while, it’s fine. bruce has a lot of helpful critiques for nate’s plan that nate does not appreciate. the obvious thing is that they figure out he’s batman but it’s kind of funnier if they don’t and just think bruce wayne is an inexplicable bamf. they’ve all learned a valuable lesson about judging people based on appearances. bruce flirts with sophie and nate pretends not to be bitter about it but he gazes out at the gotham skyline and broods. it’s just what happens when you’re in gotham. it’s a very broodworthy skyline. make fun of batman all you want but you look out at that skyline and try not to brood. you can’t. even superman broods. i mean, he looks like he’s brooding. he’s usually trying to remember if he left the oven on because every time he decides to make himself a nice dinner a supervillain attacks and four hours later his baked ziti is charcoal. it still counts as brooding. nate never stood a chance.
“Parker, if he so much as gives you a bad feeling I want you to get the hell out of there as fast as you can.”
“What?” Parker looked back over her shoulder at the man currently adorned with three blondes, five brunettes, and a redhead. “Why?”
“Something’s not right,” Eliot said, which wasn’t an explanation at all.
“Think you can maybe give us a little more to go on than that?” Nate asked, the kind of sardonic authority that was easy to pull off when he wasn’t even in the building.
“No,” Eliot snapped. “I don’t know what the hell it is, I just know it’s bad news.” MI6 in the way he held his champagne and CIA in the way he stood and a soldier in his shoulders and Interpol in the way he looked around the room – no, CIA again – no, FBI – League of Assassins? Obviously not that, couldn’t have been that, so what exactly was it that had him wanting to grab Parker and get the hell out? If he could get closer he might be able to tell, the mezzanine might as well have been a different building entirely for all the good it did him. All forest, no trees.
“Not distinctive enough?” Hardison asked, but it wasn’t a real question.
“Too distinctive,” Eliot answered, even though he knew Hardison didn’t actually care. “I’ve just never seen it before.”
“If you’ll pardon the intrusion, sir,” said a voice not in Eliot’s ear, and he did not make it obvious how he stiffened at the address. Eliot turned, let harmless confusion and interest soften his face.
The butler, the one he’d seen before. Pennyworth. That familiar combination of MI6 and Interpol, muddied with domestic service but present all the same.
“May I have your name?” the butler asked, his hair was white but his eyes were sharp.
Mr. Pennyworth exuded serene amusement. “So sorry,” he said, “but I’m afraid you’re not Mr. Easton.”
“Don’t try to deny it,” Sophie said in Eliot’s ear before he could respond. “He couldn’t make it so he told you to come.”
“You caught me,” Eliot said, sheepish. “Turned out he had some kind of a family thing, said I could use his invite. Didn’t think anyone’d notice if I used his name. He’ll be flattered you remember him.”
It was unclear if Pennyworth bought this story, as placid as before. “I don’t, actually,” he said. “But I’ve always made it a point to examine the guest lists personally. If there were meant to be a former green beret in attendance, I would know about it.”
Eliot was, for the most fleeting of moments, stunned.
The butler smiled. It was not kind. “The way you watch the crowd,” he explained. “It’s very distinctive.”
Eliot froze. He frowned. His brow furrowed.
If Hardison laughed any harder, he was going to hurt himself.
i just had the funniest experience in vr chat, i joined a random server and the one i joined had Japanese people so i waddled around in my goofy club penguin avatar that i have saved, after a while a guy walks up to me and clones my avatar so were both penguins then another guy shows up and clone my avatar
now keep in mind there only speaking Japanese i don’t know what they are saying, then another guy joins in, so i got a group of three penguin friends
we just waddle around and goof about, the one of them tries to talk to me, but not only do i not have a mic i also don’t speak Japanese, they figure out i don’t speak Japanese and start listing various places, they get the part of being European right, and after listing a lot of places they ask if im from the UK and when i nod they all just start cheering. after hanging out for a while one of them gets real close to me and whispers…
Anonymous said: Did you have a post about where you thought Metropolis and Gotham should be geographically? (I'm trying to find the post, but struggling).
Anonymous said: In Wayne Manor, Martha points out that Fish is pregnant and planning on giving the kid up for adoption. Out of curiosity, will we ever find out what happened to them?
yes! some people have actually already figured it out, haha
