Poison Ivy Origins

Alright! So I had a request to do the origin of Poison Ivy, and I'm a little shaky on her history, although I adore her, so I do apologize if I get anything wrong.

Poison Ivy started out as (yet another) Doctor Pamela Lillian Isley, a bright, young lady who grew up with wealthy but emotionally distant parents and all alone, since she also had no siblings.

In her early twenties, Pamela started at university, studying advanced botanical biochemistry along with Alec Holland (who later became Swamp Thing, but that's a story for another day)

While studying ABB (abbreviation of advanced botanical biochemistry) Pamela had a teacher named Doctor
Jason Woodrue (aka Floronic Man) who, many created The Swamp Thing and wanted to create another like The Swamp Thing. In order to do this, he needed to get a student to trust him, and Pamela seemed perfect, with her shy, insecure personality, she was easy to persuade. Slowly, Jason Woodrue started to seduce Pamela, and to him, that was easy.

Woodrue needed to get a move on with his experiment, and so when Pamela wasn't expecting it, he injected her with several toxins and poisons, then left her. These poisons started to cause her transformation.

Obviously, since Pamela had poisons and toxins in her system, she was incredibly sick, to the point that she almost died twice, and it slowly drives her into insanity, getting her closer and closer to the villain we know. Woodrue found out about this and knew he'd be caught, and so he ran away from the authorities, leaving Isley in the hospital for 6 months and this enraged Isley, which started to affect her mind by giving her incredibly violent mood swings. She could change mood in the click of her fingers.

Not long after, Pamela's boyfriend (who isn't very important right now and so I don't want to bother naming) was in a car accident in very strange circumstances. He had died from a massive fungal overgrowth and when she hears of this, Pamela drops out of school and moves to Gotham City after realising that the one that released the spores that killed him was her. She had killed him.

Later on Pamela finds she has more talents, like toxic kisses, and ability to contact The Green, which is what is used to contact the plant world. Other abilities are having genius level intellectual, immunity to all toxins and amazing hand to hand combat skills. But by this point she had dropped the name of Pamela Isley in order to become Poison Ivy.

So that's Poison Ivy done! I'm so sorry if I or anything wrong, but my knowledge on Poison Ivy isn't as good as I would like it to be. Anyway, let me know what you'd like next and I'll see you around.

Rant Time II: Attack Of The Angry Asthmatic

I often get a lot of pent up anger, so I feel like having a weekly rant on the internet will do me some good.

Today's rant is about asthma and popular peoples reactions to it. For those of you who don't know, asthma is an illness that causes the bronchioles to be smaller and thinner, meaning you can't breathe as easily and as healthily as others, and this is a problem that I suffer with a little bit AND IT'S SO IRRITATING!!

I love to do running, trampolining and dodgeball, but every time I go to play, I have to stop about 10 or 15 minutes into a session which normally lasts for AN HOUR! GAHHH!

One of the worst things is deodorant. Aerosol deodorants make me cough a lot because they're all I can breathe at that point. And for those sarky people who say "so you don't wear deodorant you minger" I do, I wear roll-on instead. Anyway, back to the subject. I'll go to the changing room after PE, already feeling like an asthma attack is coming and suddenly HISSS. About twenty different flipping aerosols sprayed in my face! So I have to run out of the changing room, normally only half dressed, and sit in the toilets until the changing room is empty, but by that point, girls are in the toilets, fixing themselves up AND SPRAYING MORE FLIPPING AEROSOLS!!!! CAN'T YOU SEE I LEFT BECAUSE I CANNOT BREATHE??!!! YOU IDIOTS!!

I think the people that are in my form are the worst. You see, I'm in Year 9, the year group that thinks that they're super cool, when in reality, they're all d-bags in the making. Anyway, I was in form once, and this annonying popular girl decides its a good idea to spray aerosol in an enclosed room about 2 feet away from me, who she's knows is asthmatic. I start feeling light headed, so ask to leave the classroom and stand outside. I didn't mean for it to happen, but she got told off. I go back in and she gives me what I call "The Look Of Death", which is a look given when you want someone to die.

A week later, the scenario repeats, but she sprays a load more, and I start coughing like I have TB. I go out, she gets told off again. And then two days later it happens again, then the next day, and so on and so forth. CAN YOU NOT SEE EVERY TIME YOU SPRAY I AM GOING TO SPLUTTER LIKE HELL SINCE MY LUNGS CANNOT TAKE IT!!!!!!!! ARE YOU DUMB OR HARD OF HEARING???? OR ARE YOU PLEASED THAT IT LOOKS LIKE MY END IS NEARING??? AND IF THAT'S THE CASE, SCREW YOU!!!!!!!!

Its now become a joke whenever anyone sprays, that my entire form pretend to cough and splutter like they're having an asthma attack!!!!!!! WELL I'M SORRY YOU NEED TO FRESHEN YOURSELF UP EVERY FIVE SECONDS, BUT I HAVE A CONDITION WHICH MEANS EVERY TIME YOU DO THAT, I COULD DIE!!!!!! I'M SO GLAD YOU FIND IT HILARIOUS THAT I CANT BREATH AND AM SLOWLY SUFFOCATING ON YOUR FLIPPING NAMSY PAMSY PERFUMEY STUFF. BUT IF YOU COULD ACTUALLY HELP ME TO GET OUT OF THE FLAMING ROOM SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO CALL 999 INSTEAD OF MAKING FUN IF ME THAT WOULD BE GREAT, THANK YOU!!! BY THE WAY, YOU ANNOYING LITTLE PIECE OF SOMETHING, I'M NOT OVEREATING WHEN I START HYPERVENTILATING IN A LESSON OR IN FORM EITHER!!! I WOULD NEVER FAKE THAT IT FLAMING HURTS!!!!!!! YOU TRY HAVING THE SMALL AMOUNT OF AIR YOU CAN BREATHE POISONED WITH SOME RANDOM STUFF. THEM SEE HOW WELL YOU CAN FLIPPING BREATHE AND TELL ME WHETHER IM OVERREACTING OR NOT!!!!!!!!

Well. I had to go for a walk for ten minutes to chill out. As you can tell, I get very annoyed by people like that. I guess you guys now know, don't annoy me. I'll see you later

Harley Quinn Origins

So, I've decide to start a series where I tell you guys about the past of certain superheros or villains and today was my birthday. One of my presents happens to be a custom Harley Quinn doll made by my best friend known to the interwebs as The Dorky Dinosaur. (Visit her blog here, she does toy reviews and talks about her custom dolls, she's incredibly clever) Anyway, my first "History Of" is going to be about Harley Quinn.

So, Harley Quinn started in the Batman Animated TV series during the 90's as Dr. Harleen Quinzel, a new doctor at Arkham Asylum. As she was observing the patients, a certain one got her attention. That patient was The Joker.

Dr Quinzel slowly started becoming obsessed over The Joker, and used to schedule meetings between herself and The Joker. It started as Dr Quinzel asking The Joker about his life, but slowly turned into The Joker listening to Harleen's life problems. The Joker came up with a pet name for her, she was his Harley Quinn. They became very close friends. Close, to the point that Harleen helped The Joker escape Arkham Asylum, knowing he was destined for better.

A few weeks later, Batman walks into Arkham Asylum, holding a beaten, bruised Joker. Batman throws him on the floor and Harleen runs over to look after The Joker. She looks over at Batman and scowls. She'd never admit it, but at that point, she'd defiantly fallen in love with The Joker, and realised she wanted revenge for what had been done to her love.

Other workers at Arkham had realised of her infatuation with The Joker and cut her off from all contact with him, for her own safety, but that angered her further, and she began to make plans for hers and The Joker's future together.

First, she realised that The Joker needed to escape from Arkham easily, but if she were to go with him, she couldn't be the Arkham doctor she was. So Harleen went to a fancy dress shop, grabbed some gag weapons, and a jester catsuit. She stormed out of the shop without paying and hurried back to Arkham with her bundle. She put on her outfit, and some stage makeup, strapped her gag weapons to herself. She walked over near to The Joker's cell and blew it open. During the explosion, The Joker looks up from where he was sat to see Harleen dressed as a harlequin. She opened her mouth and said in a London accent "Hello puddin'. Say hello to ya new Harley Quinn!" Dr Harleen Quinzel was dead now. There was just Harley Quinn now.

And that's Harley's origin, according to the Batman Animated Series. There are several origins for Harley, but this is the most widely accepted.  I'll see you later!

The Reichenbach Fall

OK, I will try to keep this to a minimum spoiler level, but if you haven't watched the series 2 finale of Sherlock and you read this and find something out, don't come chasing after me with a rusty knife.

So yesterday I watched Sherlock's series 2 finale, The Reichenbach Fall and OMG!!!!!! It is probably one of the best things on TV as far as I'm concerned. The FEELS! Its funny, sad, clever and suspense filled in one cheekbone shaped scoop, but I can't give anything away because, you know, spoilers, but it was so cool

What the hell is a Cheeky Nandos?

I think that one misconception that Americans have is that if there's at British slang word, all Brits will know it. Well, I am here to say that's not the case. I was in a lesson today, and this really irritating boy (who I spend most of my school time trying not to punch in the face) shouted out "Who wants to go for a cheeky Nandos?" And all the boys and most of the girls replied with various yells. Everyone expects me to know because its a British slang word, but I DON'T KNOW WHAT A CHEEKY NANDOS IS!! Seriously, what is it? Nandos is a foodchain here in Britain that serves really bad chicken, but that's all I know. So if anyone at all could tell me what a Cheeky Nandos is, I'd be delighted to know. Thanks

Hello

Hello World. I am Megan and I'm a British teen. I feel like I need to get my view out to the world because I see the world differently and don't feel like I could express it otherwise. So on this blog, expect to find random. Anything from flute playing to fanfic. I hope you stick around!