#fannishminded

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You can create any one app for use on phones. You have unlimited funds and resources for creating this app. What is it? Why? How does it work? What all does it do?

A stripped down, very basic, vector/3D/groundplan renderer. Something where you start with a cube, and drag points to wherever they need be to form a shape. And, make it talk to 3D printers and able to print elevations to PDF. 

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At the UW, I noticed some INCREDIBLE architecture, such nifty old buildings... so you go there for a performance- and suddenly you get sucked into an AU 1880s. Familiar Seattle topography, but no familiar buildings. It can be Steampunk, or fantasy, or whatever. Describe the world you fell into, and how you adapt to living there, or how you find your way home.

Well, the Great Seattle Fire was 1889 (seriously, look it up. Its kind of a perfect disaster and a bit hilarious.) so it could be very possible that going back there could be something very different. 

My “home” would not actually exist until around the World’s Fair of 1963. Until then, this was a pretty empty part of town, as I understand it. Seattle Center was constructed to be the site of the Fair, and the hotel building (and many of the now apartment buildings in Queen Anne) were built to accommodate the massive influx of people. 

The UW was originally downtown, btw, until 1891. Hence University Street bearing the name. 

So. I’d prolly be in a field. Or someplace not developed yet. I’d have to get across Lake Washington, or as it was known to the Duwamish, Xacuabš, and, well, I guess I’d head south, and a little west.. 

It’d be cool to see the original street architecture before it needed to be built up. And to see how much of Seattle was still marshland, tho.

I’d probably join up with the Naval Reserve. The Armory and Seattle Center was their parade ground. I’ve always thought military life might suit me.

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You have 1 single item weapon, 1 tool, 1 set of clothes (any number of cloth or leather articles) and 1 piece of advanced technology that currently exists anywhere in the world. You have to live using just these 4(set counts as 1) items for 3 months in either a desert or a forest with no human contact. What do you pick and why?

Weapon: Club. Nightstick. Nonleathal but can be if necessary. I also think I could prolly use it better than anything else, given that I have very little knowledge of weaponry.

Tool: Multitool. Clippers, Pliers, serrated blade, maybe a flint. 

Set: Merino wool long sleeve knit shirt and quick dry cargo pants, Wool hunting vest with pockets, short brimmed cotton patrol cap, smartwool socks, leather boots. Also, a silk scarf. 

Tech: My only bit of vanity here. A pencil and waterproof sketchbook. 

I’d live in the forest, hands down. Stay where I know life like me could be sustained. 

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THINK FAST! what is your favorite funny quote? Your favorite quirky quote? Philosophical quote? Movie quote? "historical" Quote? Comic Book Quote? Book Quote? You can look em up if you *have* too, but half the fun is just blobbing em down THEN going to see how close you were on the quote... or what/who it was really from!

Hm. Only thing that comes to mind is the story about the guy that sent out invitations to bald men for specific seats for a theater so they spelled out a dirty word for the actors to see when the lights went down. Forget who he was, but that’s an inspiration to me.

Which makes me think about theater, and how much fun I had riffing on the artistic director of the last show. I told one of the grips I was trans about halfway through, then proceeded to make dick jokes to him the whole night. We both managed to crack each other up to all high hell.

Something had to. We had a set piece that became known as Fuck Mountain. What wasn’t known to the AD was that the tip (where he did a handstand...) was known as Ego Point.

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QUICK! Imagine a costco sized case of Sweetened Peanut Butter (Jiff or Skippy or whatever) is discovered by the Warboys. :3 It's my personal go to for happy hyper fluff right now. (I am just saying, pure protein, easy to digest, with tons of sugar and a healthy dash of salts. It's like high octane foodpaste heaven. And it tastes good on like, everything. And sweet AND salty in a world where the only sweet is Mother's Milk.) Then have them discover Nutella if that wasn't enough fun. Mothers get?

They’d all get it EVERYWHERE. I can see Furiosa telling them to wash up now, and them trying to respond but not being able to talk because their mouths were full. 

When she needed peace and quiet she’d give them a spoonful. 

Now I’m imagining War Boys fighting over who gets to lick the beaters when someone makes cookies, too...

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Er, let me rephrase that after coffee--- If we finish our art fills early, do we send them to just you, or can we also send them to the *authors* too. Wow, coffee, that's a thing.

When you have finished your art fills you can show them to your author and then the both of you can figure out what platform you want to post your works on (tumblr, deviant art, AO3 etc) and then keep them private until your posting schedule tells you to post them and then you do that then and tell me that you have with a link to where you have posted it and I will create the post with the story and the art links so that the shippers can see your wonderful works. 

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To fannishminded: I got your request and wrote an answer, but then accidentally posted in public, removed it only to realise I don’t really have a way to get in touch with you now... Could you please send me a message?

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Mad Max fusion. Bucky has lost everything. Captured and Tortured by the HYDRA gang, he goes on raids. He leads a strike on the Stark gang's Bunkers, His mask is knocked off, and his all but brother, Steve, recognizes him. He's captured and slowly starts to remember his old life. He doesn't remember falling in love with the mechanic and brains behind STARK Bunker's success though. But every time the man snarks or does something nice or showy- there it is, flaming hotter, like Tony's furnace.

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