#continuity error

[poteatthegeek]

the smallest annoyance

i hate that the graphic for the purpee map is not the same orientation as the map on the table in the dome

we always see it from the bottom, between zac and siobhan

and the graphic has us seeing it from brennan's pov

and my poor brain gets confuzzled

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Continuity Error 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you are the resident tech and fly on the wall, until you’re not. (short!reader)

Characters: Thor, this reader is known as Stormie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

The floor is quiet. The leadership meeting typically offers a respite from the usual buzz. You go through your task list, checking off each, checking in on those of other techs you're waiting on. Always a delay, always an excuse.

As you weave through your work, the conference room lets out. You check the clock, surprised at how early it is. It's usually at least forty minutes longer. Too bad.

There's a murmur across the room and you can't help but be irked by the low baritone creeping through the air. You glance over as Mr. Odinson speaks with a woman who used to work a few desks down. She looks agitated as he can barely look at her.

To your chagrin, he's watching you. She pulls his attention back before you can react. You quickly turn back to your screen. He probably wasn't looking at you.

His voice continues to pervade the space as it so often does. You peer over at two figures looming around the conference room door. One you know, Odinson's brother. A gloomy man without much consideration for others.

You get up and cross the space. You're overwhelmed by all the sudden activity and people who don't belong. There's still a ruckus sounding from the meeting room. Of course those in charge don't abide a tight schedule. You don't envy the PAs and their babysitting jobs.

You go into the break room. You have your thermos but you just need space. You're relieved to find it empty and exhale. You could do your job from home, for the most part. No one listens. No one hears.

"Ah, there she is. The woman I'm in need of," Odinson's voice has you spinning to face him.

You give a tight-lipped expression as you resist an all out scowl, "sir, I was just going back to my desk--"

"I've a more important task at hand," he interjects. You're not much of a talker, but you're not overly fond of being spoken over.

"Oh, sir, I have a task list--"

"Bah, some intern can see to maintenance," he waves off with his large hand. "This is much more intriguing."

You're not interested. Excitement is not for you. You keep things orderly, predictable, safe. You don't show your agitation and merely nod.

"Alright, but I do have some projects--"

"Not buts. Come. Get your bag."

You hesitate. "My bag?"

"Yes, we must hurry," he claps his hands and you flinch. "I'm already behind. Those meetings always do go overly long."

He bounces on his heel and turns, strutting out without further argument. Oh boy. This can't be good. Most days, you rarely leave your desk. A bathroom break here or there, maybe to get some water, but you avoid anything more. Even when there are donuts in the breakroom. The sugar just makes you sleepy.

You cautiously go back out to your desk and sit. You're a bit shocked. Can't he find someone else? There are a dozen techs who would be slathering to be his lap dog. You're certain whatever he has in mind hardly requires IT. One of his manager buddies could sort him out.

You calmly shut down your computer and tuck your thermos in your bag. It doesn't feel right. Packing up this early. It makes your ears itchy. This isn't how it goes. This isn't what you were ready for today.

"Come, let us go," Odinson reappears as he checks his watch.

"Sir," you stand and take your jacket, folded neatly over the back of your chair. You hook your bag over your other shoulder. "How long--"

"So curious. Let's face our adventure head on," he insists as he ushers you ahead of him.

You're glad your back is to him as you lead him between the other desks, though you aren't happy for the prying glances. The flirty temps and the gossipy seniors are all watching. From the outside, this must look rather strange. You doubt any of these people even recognise you.

You step into the elevator and as he gets on, you swear he makes it dip before the doors close. He turns to stand side by side with you, close even as no one else joins you. A man his size must make most spaces seem cramped. He taps the button down to the parking garage. You scrunch up your mouth.

"Sir, is this the Harriford office again? I thought Scott--"

"Ah, you have so many questions. Consider it a special assignment," he explains. "I will be sure a premium is added to your next cheque."

"Sir," you begin.

"Please, Thor, as I prefer it. It is only just us, after all."

How could you forget? Just you and him. You sink into resignation with the descent of the elevator.

As the compartment stops at the bottom, he waves you out first. You stop just outside the doors as you are disoriented by the large garage. He brushes your lower back and points across the lot. You shift away from his touch.

He leads you over to his car. A luxury car in a regal red. He opens the door for you and you chew down your anxiety. You get in the seat and search for the belt, finding it at an awkward angle that has you twist to reach it it. He gets in the driver's side and sighs. His legs are too long even as his seat is pushed much further back than your own.

"Ah, little one," he says as he starts the engine with the push of a button, "did I mention that blouse is rather... pretty."

You frown and look down. Beige and brown stripes. Not exactly Vogue material. Thrifted and unstained. Your standard.

Your shoulders rise and inch, "thank you, sir."

He grips the wheel and backs out, so fast you grip the door, hugging your bag in your other arm. He swoops around and redirects, speeding through the rows and slamming his brakes as he swerves around. He's an awful driver.

He comes to the ramp and you're pushed into the seat as he revs up into the sunlight. You suppress a groan. He's just as reckless as you would expect.

"Never fear, little one, I would not let you get hurt," he assures you and chuckles. "Isn't it nice to get out of the office?"

No. You just breathe and keep a tight hold on the door. The few responses you can think of aren't appropriate. You can only hope that this is a quick job.

[cccc-myguys]

It’s alright you don’t have to do anything “fun,” this walk was just to clear your head. Maybe try going to the park and sitting on a bench for a while? Always helps me

[starlight299]

So you know how Karen and Ted were arguing and Karen’s all “do you even know how old she is!?” And Ted doesn’t. It’s not because he’s a bad dad and doesn’t pay any attention to his kids and watches TV all day, he’s validly confused because Holly drank some age potion or something and is three years older than she should be. Ted’s right actually, it’s completely normal for Seven years olds to have imaginary friends.

Season one takes place in 1983, where it is started MULTIPLE times that Holly is THREE YEARS OLD. Season five takes place in 1987. Holy should be SEVEN not TEN. Holly should be in second or third grade (depending on when her birthday is) not 5th.

/j I hate Ted Wheeler, I’m just pointing out a continuity error. Fuck the du(mb)ffers.

[jhsharman]

Literary Madness

Can't decide if the brown haired girl has green hair or blonde. And watch the slit in Veronica's shirt -- maybe readjusted to cover part way tgrough in the first version, but now covered in the reprint.

[mindfullycriminal]

You know what really gets me about the whole Emily-death arc?

In season 4, the episode Cold Comfort, Emily tells the entire team that she wants to be cremated. That embalming freaks her out and she doesn’t see the point of being buried (she calls the body shells of the people who left them)—

How did no one remember this conversation? I know it was a small thing but not one of them thought of this? Often, when a friend unexpectedly dies, your mind goes through every conversation, you try to replay everything.

I know it’s just a writer error - and CM is notorious for continuity errors - but dang I wish someone had remembered. Although I suppose in this case, either Reid or Morgan would have had to remember since I don’t think Penelope was on the screen during the conversation. (If I could get myself to write again, I’d write about someone remembering and calling Hotch & JJ out. Gathering evidence and proving it).

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So you guys remember the shitty ass Fairly OddParents sequel: Fairly Odder?

Yeah I would've preferred not to remember that either as well.

I've only really been thinking about it since the 25th anniversary of FOP just occurred yesterday.

And as I was thinking about it, I was reminded of this little shit.

This is Nate Buxaplenty, the rich kid at Dimmsdale Junior High School who buys his way into friendships and even school elections.

But take a look at his last name: Buxaplenty.

Sound familiar?

But one thing that's utterly baffling about this is that despite sharing the same last name as Remy, the show never reveals how they're even related.

Even though that would've been a basic necessity and taken them like, a sentence to do.

And most of the ways that Nate could be related to Remy are either too implausible or take way too much suspension of disbelief.

There's no way in hell he could be Remy's son.

Since it's stated that Remy is canonically 11, and since Fairly Odder takes place 8 years after the original series, he would be 19.

And Nate himself is said to be 13.

There's no way Remy could have a son six years younger than him.

And the way that could be possible is way to disturbing to think about.

He also couldn't be his brother.

Since if he was in the original series, he would've been 5-years old!

The only family of Remy we saw in the original was his parents, and there was no indication of him having any younger siblings.

Since they would've needed to be clearly present.

The only connection Nate could possibly have to Remy is being either his nephew or cousin.

While it's very implausible that Remy has any younger siblings, him having older siblings is much more likely.

Since they wouldn't be living with him or his parents anymore.

Plus considering Nate's age, Remy's possible older brother would've have been in their mid-to-late 20s during the original series.

And given how The Buxaplentys look like, they do look a bit older when compared to Timmy's parents.

Possibly being in their mid-to-late 40s.

And given how little we've seen of Remy's family outside of his parents, it's possible that his father could have some brothers of their own who have children themselves.

But even then, the fact that Remy was an uncle this whole time still feels like a suspension of disbelief.

But I guess I should be too surprised.

Fairly OddParents notoriously gave up trying to follow any sort of continuity during the last few seasons, and resulted in us getting......

This.

[auntiemaud]

"You know Mrs. Peel, don't you?"

Indeed he did because Daffodil is played here by Philip Levene who wrote 19 of The Avengers episodes, 16 of them being during the Mrs. Peel era, including this one, "Who's Who." Full list of episodes below for the curious.

There is a slight continuity error in this scene. When Daffodil enters and shakes Mrs. Peel's (Lola's) hand her sleeves are pushed up past her elbows, they are then instantly and magically rolled all the way down as Steed (Basil) offers Daffodil a drink and they transition to the full shot.

Also, when Steed (Basil) takes the file he says, "Thank you Daffids." I don't know if that was Macnee goofing on his lines or maybe we're supposed to think Basil doesn't get it quite right. Or maybe Steed and Daffodil are chums and use diminutives with each other and Basil knows this. Maybe there's a whole backstory of "Johnny" and "Daffy" hangs. Maybe, and I'm pretty sure this is the right answer, we're just not meant to think too much about any of this.

19 Philip Levene episodes (1965–69)

"The Town of No Return" (1965)

"The Cybernauts" (1965)

"Man-Eater of Surrey Green" (1965)

"Two's A Crowd" (1965)

"Small Game for Big Hunters" (1966)

"From Venus with Love" (1967)

"The Fear Merchants" (1967)

"Escape in Time" (1967)

"The See-Through Man" (1967)

"The Hidden Tiger" (1967)

"Never, Never Say Die" (1967)

"Something Nasty in the Nursery" (1967)

"Who's Who?" (1967)

"Return of the Cybernauts" (1967)

"Death's Door" (1967)

"You Have Just Been Murdered" (1967)

"Mission: Highly Improbable" (1967)

"The Curious Case of the Countless Clues" (1969)

"My Wildest Dream" (1969)

"Get-a-Way" (1969)