Crossing my fingers that Marvel’s What If? has an Avengers/X-Men therapy session episode.
Multiracial/adopted/royal/royally fucked up family therapy sessions. Marriage counseling. Friends-that-tried-to-kill-each-other-at-some-point-in-their-life sessions.
#that would have the potential to be comedic gold #or make everyone cry #or both #both is good #mcu#marvel#xmen#what if #thor: and then my brother died. again. :( #therapist: uh huh #loki: I don't care about thor #therapist: ... I asked what your name was #erik: charles and I are doing great! my son peter was kidnapped last weekend. but charles was right- paris is better than cuba! #therapist: what was that middle part again? #sam: ... #bucky: ... #therapist: not this again #jubilee: hi #therapist: wait you can talk?? #wanda: *nervous laughter* I'm FINE... i'M fInE. im fine #therapist: ... #stephen: I don't get paid enough to deal with all this shit #therapist: neither do I
Obey The Puck Hockey Podcast (806): By The Lake and What If’s?
Part 2 of the Stadium Journey crossover. How do we think the Lake Tahoe games went and “What If…” in the NHL: Wayne in Colorado and is there an instigator rule in 92? What if the WHA never existed, Pelle Lindburgh doesn’t pass and Pittsburgh drafts Ovi?
I’ve been matching loads of videos on YouTube about children that were reincarnated (belief in this isn’t my point please bare with me)
and I picked up on one small detail, every one of these toddlers said that death felt like falling. Some even went as far as to say that they fell through a hole at the age they died (28,61 etc) and then woke up in this life, as a new baby.
BUT I WAS THINKING … you know them dreams you have when your trying to fall asleep, the ones where you fall from something and jolt yourself awake… what if that is near death? I mean you never hit the floor do you? You’re always awake before then so what if we are literally preventing death right there? What if I did hit the floor, would my body never wake up??
I decided to draw this: since The Young Ones had very cartoonish moments in it, what if Rick, Vyvyan, Neil and Mike survived the explosion and walked out of the bus wreckage, with their clothes torn and them covered in ashes and smoke?
Something happened today; something small and meaningless that jumped out at me in a big way. When it happened I thought, “Well that’s handy.” and then the voice of the universe said in a telepathic way, “Pay attention.” Then it hit me.
For as long as I can remember I have noticed synchronizing patterns as if my life is recorded and programmed by an algorithm. Numbers, words, colors, symbols, animals, phrases, patterns… Everywhere. Every time I begin to question it something happens that reinforces my intuition that it’s a sign for me to pay attention to.
Today I pulled out a bottle to begin mixing formula for my infant son. He was on my hip so I searched for a bottle I already had open so I wouldn’t have to stoop to the ground and wrestle a bottle with one hand out of the package. I found one. It looked like it might have just enough. 6 oz. I am legally blind and lost sight of the orientation of the stream of water as I was pouring it and spilled some on the counter. “Shit.”, I said under my breath knowing I would have to wrestle another bottle free for the last oz or two of water. As the last drop emptied out of the water bottle the water in the baby bottle hit the 6 oz line directly on the money. It couldn’t have been more perfect.
As I said before, at first I thought it was a handy coincidence. But then something hit me like a transparent brick wall. “Synchronicity. Pay attention.” And suddenly I had a vision of every time my life felt like it was inconvenient or out of control, traumatic or scary, every time I made a mistake or someone wronged me. Spilled water on the counter. But every time, somehow, the water that was meant for me was just right. Exactly perfect. Everything seemed to line up.
I don’t know the answers. I don’t know what’s out there. But I do know there’s something and I think it works for everyone to be right on time for exactly what’s meant for them.
Made a calculation but you know, it’s been a long time since I was good at math.
Part of me says I should have gone for it. Part of me thinks okay, you started to balk at the opportunity, but you can come back from this, just SAY IT, she’s asking and giving you the chance, just say it, why aren’t you saying it? Part of me hoped that she would call me out, or go for it herself.
I was too chicken shit to follow through. I was brave for all of one second, and then I got scared. Did she know what I was thinking? I may never find out. The opportunity has passed. And I can’t get it back. Why didn’t I just seize the moment…