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Fic Rec Friday

Long time no see! I missed last week because I was not feeling tip top, but I am back and excited to share some of my fav fics: please enjoy some extra to make up for it. ;)

In case you missed it: My All-Time Fav Fic Recs

7 Fics

⭐️Hey, Sweet Thang by @top-jj-rights - 1.3k, 1ch, Emily Prentiss/Jennifer Jareau, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Baking, Insecure Emily, Reassuring JJ, Married Emily/JJ, Parenting

Day 8 (of December 2020): Baking Sweet Treats

⭐️You’re Going to be Okay by fullofcrazyness - 2.6k, 1ch, Gen, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Depressed Spencer Reid, Protective Hotch, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm

Spencer was no stranger to depression. His father leaving him, his mother’s episodes, being twelve years old in a Las Vegas high school. All of those things made him very familiar with the illness. “I… I think I need some help.”

Epiphany by @genevievedarcygranger - 6k, 1ch, Penelope Garcia/Aaron Hotchner, Mutual Pining, Mutually Unrequited Love, Whump, Minor Character Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Forced into Close Proximity Trope

After Hotch is injured, he is forced to stay behind with Garcia for the next case. The quality time together opens Garcia’s eyes.

⭐️His Proxy by @degrassi-fanatic - 1.4k, 1ch, Gen/David Rossi & Spencer Reid, Light Angst, Fluff, Father-Son Relationship, Insecure Spencer Reid, Gideon Bashing (My Fav Trope), Canon Compliant

“When I joined the FBI, I realized that I needed to update my medical information, in case something happened to me.” Reid begins to explain as he stares at the documents in Rossi’s hands, “It was a no-brainer when it came to who I wanted to make my medical decisions for me, when I couldn’t. My mother is indisposed. My father isn’t… But, Gideon was there.

“Until he wasn’t.” he adds on.

He’s Just a Little Bit Older by Legends_Never_Die - 41k, 35/?ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Younger Spencer Reid, Shy Spencer Reid, Nervousness, Protective Aaron Hotchner, Protective Derek Morgan, Eventual Romance, Hurt Spencer Reid, Anxiety Attacks, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Past Child Abuse, Older Man/Younger Man, Episode: LDSK, Sexual Harassment, Episode: Derailed, Drug Use, Drug Addiction, Episode: Revelations, WIP

Spencer joins the BAU when he is 17 and instantly falls for his much older unit chief who refuses to have any sort of nonprofessional relationship with Spencer. Well...at least until he's 18.

“I’m not sleeping with Reid” by vcdbtch2 - 2.5k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Spencer Reid, Insecure Spencer, First Kiss, Soft Derek, Accidentally Hurting Feelings, Love Confessions, Getting Together, Mutual Pining

It was a comment Derek made on a case, he didn't mean anything by it and definitely didn't mean to hurt Spencer by saying it, but Spencer couldn't seem to stop fixating on what it meant.

Going up? by pied_pollo - 3k, 2ch, Gen/Derek Morgan & Spencer Reid, Between Episode: S12E22 and S13E01, Trapped in Elevator, Claustrophobia, PTSD, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Prison, Panic Attacks, Conversations, Platonic Cuddles

Morgan and Reid have gotten stuck in an elevator before, but that was before prison.

Marked for later and my own fics since the last FRF under the cut

Marked For Later

Unto the Third and Fourth Generations by introvertandproud - 14.6k, 8ch, Gen/David Rossi & Spencer Reid, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Spencer Reid, Hurt David Rossi, Blood and Injury, Non-Con Touching (Mostly Non-Sexual), Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con, Creepy Unsub, Panic Attacks, Nightmares, Guilt, Father-Son Relationship, Protective David Rossi, BAMF David Rossi, Fluff

He deserved to be thanked. He deserved to be thanked for spending twenty years of his life in this hellhole day after day. He deserved to be thanked for keeping people safe from the monsters inside it’s walls. Maybe he should show them just what those monsters were capable of. Two FBI agents were coming to the prison for an interview. An interview in A-Block. His block. It was perfect. He was done being ignored. Tomorrow they would see him. And they would never forget him.

My Fics (Since the Last FRF)

Secret Santa - 2.8k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Christmas, Getting Together, Fluff, Minor Angst, Misunderstandings, Friendship, Kissing, Mistletoe, Insecure Spencer, Team as Family

Penelope rigs the BAU’s Secret Santa game to finally get Derek and Spencer together with extraordinary success, and they have her to thank for their future first date. Oh, and a sprig of mistletoe nearly throws the whole thing out the window.

All Roads Home - 2.1k, 1ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Hospital AU, Spencer Reid, MD, Christmas Eve, Flirting, Getting Together, First Date, First Kiss, Gentle Aaron, Soft Spencer, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Spencer's working the Christmas Eve shift when a young boy with a hurt arm comes into the ER. Nothing out of the ordinary, except his rather flirty dad and leaving later with an extra phone number in his contacts list.

A Christmas Like This - 2.9k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Domesticity, Established Relationship, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Day in the Life, Bathing/Washing, Sharing Clothes, Relationship Dynamics, Intimacy, Implied Neurodivergence

Spencer has a very specific plan for their first Christmas in their new house, and it has to be absolutely perfect. Derek's going to do everything in his power to make his boyfriend as happy as possible, even if that means a house covered in garlands and a tree covered in animal skeletons...

baby, you’re my new years’ eve - 3.6k, 1ch, Emily Prentiss x Reader, Fluff, New Years’ Eve Fic, Proposal, Team as Family, Day in the Life, Pet Names, Flirting, Baking, Fondness, Side Moreid

You and Emily are hosting a New Years' Eve party for all of your friends, but she's acting a little weird. You finally find out why when the clock strikes midnight.

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bang-to-the-tan · 4 years

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Vessel Euphoria Chapter 9 (Final)

► SciFi!AU

Thriller

Warnings: Description of Corpses, Major Character Death, Mind Control, Upsetting Themes Throughout, Alien Parasitism

↳ Summary: 6 months ago, the crew of the space vessel “Euphoria”—destined for a scientific study on a distant planet—dropped out of all communication. You and your fellow crewmates are inbound to reestablish communication with home base, but things are not as they seem and the fate of the mission is placed in grave danger.

Previous Masterlist

The base slides smoothly over the horizon like it’s being raised from the ground itself, pulled into existence past fields and fields of gently waving flowers. Your heart sinks when you quickly scan the surrounding area and spot no sign of Hoseok and Jimin still being here. On the one hand, that’s good. It means they haven’t broken down on the main path, nor have they been stranded at the primary base.

On the other hand...it doesn’t answer for where they are now.

You set your mouth in a straight line and soldier on, one hand tightening around the steering wheel and the other tapping out the controls on the dashboard to activate the garage door. As it slowly creaks open, you spare a glance at your compatriot.

He’s stock still. Frozen to his seat, eyes wide and unseeing. Not for the first time, you wonder what exactly he’s thinking about.

“Jeon.” You say after a beat. “I need you here. With me.”

He nods, stiff, but he doesn’t look at you.

It’s good enough. Par for the course. At least he isn’t screaming anymore.

You steer the vehicle inside, noticing at the last second that there are decapitated flowers clinging to the front—ones that had been climbing the door while it was stationary, and then snapped out of place when Jimin and Hoseok opened it. The thought gives you some strange comfort. You can retrace their steps on the way back. Everything’s going to be okay.

You pull the buggy into park, unbuckling and stepping out, followed shortly by Jungkook, whose every movement shakes.

He looks up, forward to the side entrance, and the heavy metal doors shut behind you with a loud groan, closing you out of the natural light of the two suns, bathing you instead in the bright, white industrial lighting of the garage.

Jungkook is already heading towards the door, keying in the code, and you have to skip to keep up as the door hisses open.

“Door 1C opening,” the overhead intones.

“I need you to stay with me,” you reiterate as the two of you step inside the decontamination bay.

“I am here,” he mumbles.

“Door 1C closing.”

“I mean, I need you to not run off.”

“Bay 1, beginning decontamination process.”

He doesn’t respond. Doesn’t flinch when the nozzles ahead start spraying the sanitizing fluid, casting the two of you in a momentary downpour.

“Jungook,” you say again. It takes some effort to coax your next words out, but you have to ask. You have to, even if he’s going to lie. “Is Namjoon alive?”

He takes a deep, shuddering breath that ripples through his body. When he turns to look at you, his expression past the rapidly drying sanitization liquid is pained.

“I don’t know.” He croaks. It sounds truthful. And you don’t know if that’s better or worse.

“Door 1B opening.”

Jungkook’s eyes flit from yours to behind you, widening, his lips parting as if in shock. Your heart plummets into your stomach. You whip around, hand poised to hit the emergency lockdown button on your right, thinking of Namjoon and Jimin and Hoseok and those damned flowers, scanning the bay behind you for any trace of movement, the rush of your blood loud in your ears. The area is empty. Out the window? The garage looks the same as how you’d left it. Empty.

Jungkook.

You spin back around, adrenaline suddenly kicking your legs into gear, but you’re too late, he’s slipping out the door, turning, you’re almost there, breath caught in your throat. His fist jolts out to slam into the button to the side of the door. You’re three steps away.

“Decontamination Process Manually Restarted”

Two steps away.

“Jungkook!” His name tears from your chest like a warcry.

One step.

The door slides shut in front of your face, just as you reach forward, and instead of his suit, your outstretched hand lands on solid metal. You look to him through the window, fire rushing through your veins, and though in some corner of your mind, you know it won’t give, you’re already pounding on the door with your fists. The lights overhead flicker, casting a strange pallor across his drawn face.

“I’m sorry.” His voice comes through the speaker in your suit, tinny and choked.

“Don’t—”

“I’m sorry.”

He turns, slow, keeping eye contact as long as he can. You surge forward, clawing at the window as if you could pry it open and clamber through it. Panic skitters through your fingers, up your arms, nesting at the base of your skull.

“Jungkook, don’t—!”

He finally spins on his heel, breaking first into a jog and then into a full sprint.

“Don’t leave me here!” It hurts, it hurts to scream like this, but it doesn’t make any difference. You catch a last glimpse of his form running through the entrance foyer, down the hallway, disappearing past a corner.

The nozzles above you turn back on, dosing you again with the sanitization, distorting your view of the room into rivulets and waves.

Fuck. Fuck.

“Namjoon,” you whisper at the door, slipping off it, searching for a button that would allow you to cancel the process. Anything to speed it up, anything to get you out of this room, give you time to catch up. You should have seen this coming. Why didn’t you see this coming? Hoseok was right. Jimin was right. Shit.

There’s nothing here that you can use. The button to your left is for communication. The panic switch beneath it is for the door behind you. You’re trapped. You rail against the door again, expletives leaving your lips as a colorful string of damnation and curses, punching, kicking, an outlet for every misgiving and anxious thought you’ve had since you boarded the Epiphany so many months ago. It all wrenches from you in a flurry of emotion, leaving you empty and cold, skin crawling.

The lights above turn back to their usual glaring white.

Your entire body stills, breath baited, listening for the overhead.

“Manual Decontamination Complete”

You can taste your heartbeat. Feel every muscle tensing like a racehorse at the gate. Your gaze is fixed on the corner where Jungkook had fled. You have one objective in mind. You’re going to catch him and you’re going to kick the shit out of him.

You should never have trusted him.

“Door 1B Opening”

You’re flying.

You throw yourself out into the foyer without even so much as a stumble, narrowly avoiding clipping yourself on the door as it slides open. Feet pounding the metal beneath you, thoughts racing, you’re already skirting down the hall, turning left violently, dashing towards the archway at the end. Do you remember the layout? The Euphoria’s base schematics are a little different from the ones you’ve seen before, but from what you can recall, you should have a straight shot at the communications tower.

Just hold on, Namjoon. You think as you clear the doorway, almost losing your footing on the smooth surface of the abandoned mess hall. The table you pass triggers a memory—the camera log. The birthday celebration. There are still dishes in the sink built into the cabinets lining the far wall. Your heart constricts but still you run like your life depends on it, already reaching the adjoining hall.

You pull up short, forced into a halt by the scene that grabs your attention out of the corner of your eye and knocks all remaining wind out of your lungs. Ahead is the pathway to the tower. To the left is the quarantine room. And from here, just past the window, you can see a figure slouched in front of the quarantine’s door. Your first thought is Jungkook, by the dark hair.

But you know that isn’t right.

Your feet move of their own accord, pulse deafening in your ears, skin prickling with cooled sweat. You can’t swallow past the lump forming in your throat as you inch closer to the body. Not for the first time, you’re grateful for the lack of smell inside the suit. It’s not Jungkook.

It’s Kim Seokjin. His rumpled jumpsuit partly unzipped at his collarbone. His lips parted, eyes glazed and unseeing. Bile rises in your throat and you have to look away.

There was a struggle. A desk and chairs, overturned, minor blood spatters dried onto the walls. A fight, ranging from the doorway, carried over to the quarantine door.

The handle, you realize with a sick feeling; the apparent source for the pool he’s sitting in.

His head must have been cracked against the handle with enough force to kill him. Was he...was he trying to get into quarantine? Was Jungkook trying to force him into quarantine?

You get your answer when you drift unwittingly closer, pulled by intuition.

Another figure, hidden at first by the short walls of the quarantine room. Curled up, head down, back against the other side of the door. If not for the greened, sickly pallor of his skin, you might think he was only resting. It has to be Taehyung.

“Everything’s fine, Taehyung! I need to talk to the captain!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“You didn’t give me a choice.”

This time, you have to physically turn away. The world tilts. The ill feeling you’ve been harboring threatens to rise and take you with it, and for a moment, you consider undoing your helmet just to vomit. The only thing that stops you is the thought of smelling the corpses. Instead, you force yourself to stagger out of the room, feeling for the walls of the hallway with one free hand and clutching the other to your chest, challenging yourself to remember your breathing exercises.

Inhale.

One, two, three, four.

You knew they were dead. Hoseok told you they were dead.

Hold the breath.

One, two, three—

It’s something else entirely to see it for yourself.

—four, five, six—

There’s nothing to be done now. They are dead. They aren’t coming back.

—seven.

Exhale.

Hot tears slink down your cheeks, blurring your vision, choking up your throat. It’s impossible to think straight. Impossible to concentrate. You try, anyway.

One, two, three—

Jin’s playful, easy-going nature. Taehyung’s extravagant sense of wonder. You almost knew them. Six months you listened to them live their lives and tell their stories. Is this heartbreak? Is it justified?

—four, five, six—

And what about your own crew? What happened? Hoseok and Jimin, missing. Jungkook, even, gone rogue. You’re alone.

—seven—

You aren’t. You’re not alone. Yoongi at least, is safe, locked inside the med bay.

—eight.

And Namjoon.

Namjoon.

You have to save Namjoon.

There’s no reason you can think of for Jungkook to chase a dead man.

Your feet are unsteady. The tilt of the world seems off, disallowing you your balance, making it all too easy to stumble, to miscalculate where next you’ll step. But you’re moving again. You push all thoughts of Jin and Taehyung to the side. You’ll mourn them later. Bury them later. You’ll do something sentimental, to honor their memory. You’ll tell Central Command. Let them notify the families. Maybe there will be rest for them in the end. Maybe you can rest, too.

You think of Namjoon instead. It’s such a faint glimmer of hope, but you grasp it and cradle it, and pray that it won’t shatter in your hands. You move forward again, picking up speed down the hall, focused on the door. What if he’s dead? Then it’s all for nothing. All of it.

But what if he needs you?

The thought kicks your body into gear before you have the chance to stop it and you’re running again, stumbling, tripping, reaching, scrambling for the handle and thrusting it down with all your might, unable to stop the buzzing in your temples, the shakiness of your limbs. The door gives too easily, swinging inwards with your force, and you almost fall flat on your face following it, swaying into the room drunkenly.

Somehow, you know that it’s empty before you even get a proper look at the place.

You fucked up.

In your mind, you can see the diagram. The layout of the base. You can see exactly how you got it wrong. How you reversed it in your head. This isn’t the communications tower. This is the med bay. Medical cots lay about the room, orderly in their lack of use. Surgical tools glinting in the faint light from the hallway. Shit. Shit.

Your hope dwindles, but as you turn on your heel, you hear a crackle. A series of beeps overhead, signalling the start of an intercom announcement. You freeze.

“This is Flight Officer Kim Namjoon, of the Vessel Euphoria.” Your heart leaps into your throat, and even though you know he can’t hear you, his name leaves you in a loud whoop. Adrenaline floods back into your body, urging you back out the door, ears peeled to listen, breath baited.

Maybe it’s a trick, you think wildly, suddenly paranoid. Maybe Jungkook is playing an old message through the speakers to confuse you. Even so, after six months, you know every half second of those tapes better than the back of your hand. The hesitation, the pauses. The way he takes a breath before he says his name. This is either a new one you haven’t heard, or possibly…it’s possible he’s okay. It’s possible he’s still safe, locked away in the tower. Your pace quickens.

“I am...making this announcement based on my best understanding. My best intuition. I—”

Something is wrong. He sounds...tired. He sounds...scared.

“The best decision I could think to make for the sake of my crew.”

You continue, steps slowing in your confusion and focus. You pass the quarantine room, refusing to look back through the window as you listen intently to every crackle and pop of the speakers.

“I’m so sorry. We failed. I—as an officer, as a leader. I have failed. I’m sorry.

Using the officer’s recall, I held back the logs of my crew members for months. This was a deliberate action taken on my part. I...I have reason to believe at least one of my crew is unwell. Beyond unwell.”

You halt in your tracks. Your heart is live in every strand of your veins, in your ears, thudding, deafening.

“I have reason to believe he is...sick. To the point of endangering himself. Endangering the mission. The rest of the crew.”

Namjoon takes a long, deep breath. When his voice comes back over the intercom, it’s shaky. You have never heard that in his tone before.

“I have reason to believe it’s infectious.”

The floor threatens to slip out from under your feet, leaving you teetering on the edge of space. Ahead, the ceiling spins, whirling, blurring, and you have to squint your eyes against the vivid motion of the universe as it folds in on itself around you. Your shoulder thuds into the wall, desperate for some support, even as you slide downwards.

“With that in mind, and considering the evidence I have collected over this time, I’ve made a decision.”

The lights above sink into a red glow that bathes you and the hallway around you in an ominous rose. No.

No, you know what that means. You’ve read all about the color codes for mission bases. Codes for emergency repair. Blue. Codes for emergency transmission from Central. Orange.

And red.

“No, Namjoon.” Someone is choking, sobbing, coming in through loud and clear in your helmet. It’s you. You hardly recognize yourself. Your voice sounds raw, painful. “Namjoon, don’t do this.”

You’re staggering back upright, peeling off the wall. Your body throws itself forward, past the mess hall again, lurching, careening for the hallway on the opposite. The red lights paint everything like some horror art film dousing the walls in blood.

“Namjoon, you can’t.”

You can’t let him send that code. You can’t let him finalize it. Your mind races. If you can reach him before the message is over, you can stop the relay. You can stop it from getting through to Central. There’s time. He’s making a mistake.

“I’m calling for a Code Stigma.”

“No. No, Namjoon, I’m here.”

“This is the hardest decision I’ve ever made. But it’s for the best. It’s for the best I can do. I’m sorry I can’t do more. I’m so sorry.”

“We’re already here.” You turn the corner. You can see it. The door is open. Jungkook. He must have made it inside. You can’t breathe, but you’re still moving, still arguing with the intercom between shaking, shuddering inhales. “Namjoon, we’re already here, you can’t do this.”

“Code Stigma.” He’s choked up, now, audibly trying not to cry himself as he continues with protocol.

“As marking a planet unfit and unsafe.”

“No, Namjoon!” You’re screaming, feet pounding the grates beneath.

“A mission given a Code Stigma will be discontinued.”

“We’re already here!” You reach the door.

“And given the nature of the declaration, there will be no return journey.”

“Namjoon, please!”

“And given the nature of the declaration, there will be no retrieval unit.”

“You can’t do this to us!”

Your knees buckle and you collapse into the communications room, tears flowing freely past your chin. The monitor ahead is filled with the bust of Kim Namjoon. Hair too long, pajamas too grubby. He’s been crying, too, eyes red and puffy, cheeks shining. In front of the screen, Jungkook stands, swaying, like he’s not far from falling to his own knees. His back is mostly to you, busy watching the video as tears stream silently down his own face, eyes flitting to and fro across his commander’s face.

“I’m so sorry.” Namjoon says again, sniffling. He tries to put on a brave face, but his expression crumples and he has to pause to drag his forearm under his nose. “I failed. I failed you. I failed....everyone. Things got out of hand. I still don’t know what happened. Something went wrong...”

“We’re already here,” you whisper, hoarse. “Namjoon, we’re already here.”

“It’s too dangerous. We can’t go home. I don’t know what this thing is, but I know it’s spreading. I don’t even know if I have it.”

Jungkook cranes to meet your eye, his face just as pained as yours.

“Don’t send anyone for us. For their sake. We’ll maintain logs, even decommissioned. We’ll keep researching, as long as we can.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook croaks. You stare at him, at how the light paints him blue across his face and red from the hallway in his hair.

“...Code Stigma,” you reply, breathless, scratched. You try to make him understand, he has to understand, he has to press the button, end the signal. “He’s calling for a Code Stigma. Jungkook.”

“I will process a full report soon after this sends, detailing my decision.”

“He did.”

“Jungkook. Jungkook, that’s a death sentence. That means we can’t go back. That means they won’t come for us. We—we—but we’re already here.” You can’t draw a proper breath through your throat. It comes out as a rasp. He can’t let it go through. All he has to do is press the button, just in front of him, to the right. He can fix this. “We’re already here.”

“You weren’t supposed to be. H-he never had the chance to send it.”

Again, you break, already knowing the answer before you ask the question, chest constricting painfully. “Why not?”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be a better leader. Please learn from my mistakes.”

Jungkook’s gaze slides off you to a far corner of the room. You don’t want to follow it. But you do anyway. Another figure, hidden by the shadow of the door. Slouched against the wall, like the others. Another dried, congealed puddle beneath him. Something cylindrical rests in the pool next to him. It’s a fire extinguisher, you realize dimly. It’s covered in blood. In this light, it looks black. Empty, void. Like a hole in reality.

“And...please tell my mom...that I’ll be thinking of her. I’m sorry I couldn’t come home.”

A wail interrupts whatever it is that Namjoon says next, beginning as a high-pitched whistle and descending slowly into a bone-deep howl, driven from your chest and throat as it takes all of your hope with it, voicing every despair from the depths of your soul as you shriek, closing your eyes against the terrible sight, curling forward in your position on the floor, scrabbling at the grates beneath you like you could bury yourself under them. Dimly, you feel warmth appear at your shoulders. The feel of weight plopping onto the ground beside you. Body heat, encompassing your miserable form, another voice raised in anguish with yours. Your hands fight back, pushing, but it doesn’t move, and, still screaming, eventually, you give up.

Your communicator crackles. You’re scrambling for it before you’re even cognizant of the world around you. You must have blacked out at some point, because Namjoon’s voice has gone from the background, the screen blank but for [MESSAGE ENDED] and the lights in the hallway have returned to a bright, industrial white.

“Officer Jung, reporting. Specialist, do you copy?”

You thrash underneath Jungkook, scrambling for the device pinned to your side. He rolls off easily, hesitant, sinking back into a kneeling position beside you.

“Hoseok, Hoseok,” you chant, desperately, your voice little more than a dried-out whisper. It takes three tries for your fingers to steady enough to push the button on the side for a reply. “Hoseok, I’m here.” Even though your chest is a vice and your breath is coming in sobs, you have no tears left and can only heave labored noises in their place.

“Where are you?”

A deep gulp, a smack of your lips to try and make speaking less painful. It does little to help. “Primary. I took Jungkook to primary. I was looking for you.”

There’s a pause.

“I told you not to go there.” he says, low. “I gave you a direct order—”

“Hoseok,” you interrupt with a painful swallow and another breath. “Hoseok, he—Namjoon made a Code Stigma. Vessel Euphoria’s mission is a Code Stigma. Jungkook sent it out.”

“A Code Stigma.”

“We—”

“What were you doing out there?”

“J-Jungkook said,” you throw him a glance, but he’s not looking at you. He’s back to staring emptily at a space yards away, body sagging. “He said there were fuel cells out here. For the ship. I thought I could come collect them and find you on the way. What happened to you? Why were you gone so long—”

“We had an issue off the main road,” the answer is dismissive, more intent on grilling you, “He said there’s fuel cells out there?”

You frown. “W-where, what do you mean? Is Jimin okay?”

“You need to get the fuel cells and head back. That’s an order, Specialist.”

It takes a monumental effort, but you stagger up into a sitting position, beginning to breath hard, brows furrowed in confusion and an unsettling feeling of something not being right again coiling in your belly. “Hoseok, where’s Jimin?”

“He’s fine. We’ve spent enough time on this planet, we need to get into orbit.”

“But the code—”

“For the Vessel Euphoria’s mission. Not ours,” he says quickly, professional and heavy. “We’re going home.”

Even despite your misgivings, your heart soars and you lean to press your forehead against your communicator. Home. Going home. Leaving this nightmare behind. Yes. You’d like to go home. With your crew. Out of here, away from this decay and death and misery. The in-office therapist is going to have a field day with all of you, you think with a half-crazed, wry chuckle. But it’ll be worth it.

Home.

“You also need to let Specialist Min out of the med bay. What the fuck were you thinking, locking him up in there?”

Another pause.

“He...I left him the code,” you reply, hesitating. “Did he not see the note?”

“Specialist,” Officer Jung snaps. “I don’t want an answer. It was rhetorical. I’m giving you another direct order. Get those cells and come back. I am in no mood.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Signing off.”

“Jungkook,” you heave. You sniffle, blinking rapidly to clear your vision, straightening. “Jungkook, we’re gonna go home. Did you hear that? It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

He shakes his head. Your stomach contracts.

“Wh—where, Jungkook,” you shuffle forward, catching his attention. His eyes flit to yours, and there’s regret there that you immediately don’t like. “Jungkook, where are the fuel cells? We need cells for the ship and fuel for the buggy.”

He shakes his head again, mute. Frustration mounts inside of you and its all you can do to stop yourself from attacking him.

“Jungkook. Look,” you try a different approach, “Look, if you help me, if you help us, we can take you with us. We can take you with us, back home. You can get the help you need. We can leave this all behind us. Whatever happened here—we can get you help.”

“No.” he interrupts. “No, we can’t.”

“Yes, we can. We have to.” Panic is threatening to climb up your throat and throttle you. You reach for his hands, which he allows limply. You try again to be understanding, calm, but there is so little of you left. Your thumb rubs circles into his knuckles, more of a nervous twitch than a soothing motion. “Just tell me where—”

“Flamethrower.”

“What?” your voice is a whisper.

“The fuel. I took the scorcher and made a flamethrower. It’s gone.”

The path. The path burnt up to secondary. That’s how he got up there through the flowers.

You shake your head furiously. “No. No, Jungkook, no, it’s, you said—”

“I lied.” He drops his neck to look at you head on now, expression contorting in pain. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I lied. I had to.”

“No. No.” He’s wrong. He’s wrong.

“I had to come back out here. I had to. Once I realized you didn’t know. He—he didn’t get to send the message. We can’t leave. We have to stay.”

“No, no, no, no.” You’re pushing his hands away, suddenly incapable of being around him, touching him, looking at him, but he follows your movements even as you scoot and try to stand, his hand still outstretched, now pleading.

“We can’t. We can’t, listen to me.”

“No, no, no, Jungkook, no,” you wail, staggering to your feet, throwing yourself against the communication dashboard for support, clutching the keys beneath your fingers for any grip you can get, even as reality slips from under you.

“Listen, of course it wants to go home. Of course it wants to go home,” he continues, standing with you, stumbling too close, too close, trying to placate, make you understand. You understand. You understand perfectly.

“I’m not sick, Jungkook,” you spit, hiccuping. “I want—I want to go home!”

“I know you do! I do too. And so does it. And that’s why we can’t go. What happens if it gets on Earth? Please.” He’s sobbing again, reaching for your hand again. Your world spins, tilting sickeningly beneath your feet. The fuel cells are gone. It was a lie. You listened, he tricked you, and now, now….

“Nobody’s coming for us, Jungkook.” You don’t know if you’re even speaking aloud at this point. “We can’t...we have to go home…”

He’s pulling you into an embrace again, and you go limp in his arms.

“I’m sorry,” he cries openly into your shoulder. You don’t even have the strength to push him away.

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the-ghost-of-jason-todd · 5 years

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A Masterlist of Soulbonds

Soulmate: a person or persons who is/are matched perfectly to you. Some soulmates share literal souls or soulwaves, while others are just considered the next closest thing. In most universes, everyone will have a soulbond of one fashion or another that connects them to their soulmate(s). Soulbonds can be platonic, romantic, or ‘of the nemesis’ (your mortal enemy).

The rest of the post is going below the cut because JESUS long. Some of these came from this masterpost, and I didn’t include every single one from there (I focused more on the general idea of a bond instead of marking down every single one) so if you want more, check THAT shit out.

Soulmark: a specific type of bond that manifests physically on the body.

Marks I’ve seen plus my own commentary and additions:

1) Pen Pals: everything you write on your skin also appears on your soulmate’s skin. Sometimes each person has their own color that the marks show up in, but sometimes the marks are represented exactly. Beautiful idea for artists. Sometimes marks last for a set period of time (ie three days) and then fade, sometimes can be washed off if the original maker washes theirs off.

2) Pain Pals: every wound you receive is marked on your soulmate’s skin. Some are just scars, some are wounds plus sharing pain. Marks can be colored realistically (ie you can’t tell whose bruises are whose) or in a color corresponding to the person who receives them. Sometimes the marks appear as flowers that represent your soulmate. Possibly, thin lines like constellations grow from each fresh scar toward the place the next one will be, connecting them. A similar idea would be death marks—a mark on your body denoting how your soulmate is going to die, ie their fatal wounds.

3) Timers: an ever-changing tattoo that ticks down the time until you and your soulmate meet, or alternatively when your soulmate will die. Sometimes may start counting the moment you MEET your soulmate, indicating how much time you’ve been together, or only tick in the presence of your soulmate, indicating how much time you’ve spent with your soulmate, etc. Usually found on the wrist. Can have a side of matching tattoos once the timers hit zero. Also consider: sci-fi settings where you have the option to go into cryosleep if your timer is set more than fifty years ahead.

4) Black Stain: you have a black stain where your soulmate is supposed to touch you for the first time and it turns to millions of colors once they do. Someone has their stain beneath their black hair—their hair bursts into colors as someone is braiding it.

5) Matching Tats: each pair of soulmates has a tattoo unique to them/their relationship that both parties have somewhere on their body. Can also be done in two pieces—two halves that fit together perfectly when the soulmates stand side by side. Can be as simple as matching numbers or as complex as full-body pictorial tats.

6) Info Tats: the general idea of having some scrap of information about your soulmate inked onto your body. Something like: their name, their eye color, their first words to you, the coordinates that you’ll meet at, the date and time you’ll meet, etc. Sometimes are more complex, ie what your soulmate thinks about you, your soulmate’s first impression of you, what they’re passionate about, what they’ve done that day, etc. Can come as ‘hints’ (see Hints below), ‘counters’ (see Counters below), ‘meters’ (see Meters below), etc. Similar to timer tats, though they may not change. Sometimes inked in the first place your soulmate touches you, sometimes on the wrist or palm, sometimes on the neck, etc.

7) Meeting tats: tattoos that form upon first meeting your soulmate instead of before. Can be the first words you exchange, exchanged handprints, tattoos that document how you met, etc. In OTDDHF, these tats already exist—they’re just invisible to the naked eye and only appear under black lights until they are actuated.

8) Trades: when you and your soulmate are born, you each have one of the other’s physical body parts, ie you each have one of the others’ eyes. A common one is locks of hair. Sometimes when you meet the body parts will return to their original owners.

9) Last words: a type of info tat that gives you your soulmate’s last words. Often written in their ‘color’, eye color, handwriting, etc.

10) Symbol Tats: can be info tats, matching tats, meeting tats, etc. The distinction is that they’re written in code—they symbolize the info/meeting/bond but in a way that takes time to decipher. Some can never be deciphered. These marks may be written in a universal language that has been lost to time or that can only be read by gods. An interesting symbol tat would be matching quotes symbolizing your relationship, or each member of a pair toting one half of a quote.

11) Red String: a literal red string from fate itself that only you can see binds you to your soulmate, leading you to them. Sometimes you can only view the string with your eyes closed.

12) Indicator Marks: marks indicating something about your soulmate’s status. For instance, eyes that look the way your soulmate’s eyes look, including black eyes, bloodshot eyes, closed lids, stress lines, laugh lines, wrinkles, eye rolls, etc. Another example would be weather symbols indicating the type of weather your soulmate is experiencing, or a pulse mark indicating your soulmate’s heartbeat, etc.

13) Meter Marks: a type of indicator mark. Your mark is a meter of some trait your soulmate has. Can be a health meter, an age meter, a ‘danger’ meter, a badness meter (think Lilo and Stitch), etc. A type of info mark.

14) Imprints: wherever your soulmate touches you, they leave behind a print. Can be permanent or fade away over time.

15) Compass Marks: you have a tattoo-like mark on your body that moves around to indicate where or how close your soulmate is. When your soulmate touches you, your mark and their mark meet.

16) Counters: a number or tic marks indicating how many times you’ve crossed paths/laid eyes on your soulmate, or how far away you are. A type of info mark.

17) Last Rites: a type of Pen Pal mark (see above) that allows a soulmate on the brink of death to send one last message to their soulmate, no matter where they are in the world.

Bonds without physical marks I’ve seen plus my own commentary:

1) X-sharing: you and your soulmate share some part of your lives before you meet. Sometimes stops after your meeting, sometimes is a continuous thing all your lives.

1a) Dreamsharing: when you and your soulmate sleep at the same time, you inhabit the same dream space.

1b) Thoughtsharing: can have a physical mark (your soulmates thoughts written out on your palms, for example), though usually does not. You can hear your soulmates thoughts on one level or another—sometimes they appear to be your own until further examination, sometimes they exist like the little voice of your conscience in the back of your mind, etc.

1c) Sightsharing: when you close your eyes/sleep you can see into your soulmate’s life, ie through your soulmate’s eyes. Alternatively, there is a screen only you can see that shows you your soulmate’s life, you can see your soulmate’s life when you look into a bubble, etc.

1d) Emotionsharing: you and your soulmate share the same emotions. When your soulmate is sad, you feel sad. You can sense your soulmate’s distress.

1e) Handwritingsharing: you and your soulmate share the same handwriting.

Others: fingerprints, knowledge, temperature, songs stuck in your head, physical/verbal tics, objects (you own the same type and condition of cellphone as your soulmate), good/bad days, afterlifes, heartbeats, tastes (you taste what your soulmate is eating), talents, circadian rhythms, mind space (like a dream space only conscious), hair color, memories, memories of past lives, etc.

2) Colorblindness: a type of bond under Restrictions (see below), you are completely color blind until you see your soulmate for the first time. Can also be near-colorblindness, aka you can see no colors EXCEPT one meaningful to your soulmate, sometimes their eye color. Another: you can only see color in places your soulmate has been or objects they have touched.

3) Souldates: you and your soulmate are born at the exact same time on the exact same day. You meet the moment that you both turn X age (age of maturation in Y culture). For example, everyone meets their soulmate the day they turn 21.

4) Visions: You have visions of your soulmates life, your life with your soulmate, the day you and your soulmate will meet, etc.

5) Abilities: you gain a previously locked ability upon meeting your soulmate, aka you gain the sense of sight or speak for the first time. Possibly can be supernatural in nature. A similar idea is that proximity to your soulmate will speed up your healing or amplify your strength.

6) Auditory Marks: you hear a certain sound, ie wind chimes, when you first meet your soulmate.

7) Hints: you receive some kind of hint about your soulmate or where to find them. Can be a physical mark (see info tats above), a dream, a physical object, a sudden epiphany, a picture, something you buy from the Fates, a list of attributes, etc. May happen once a lifetime, once a year, whenever your soulmate thinks about you, etc.

8a) Object Marks: rather than YOU having a mark on your body pertaining to your soulmate, you own an object that serves the purpose. For example, a clock that shows the timezone your soulmate is in, or a compass that always points toward your soulmate.

8b) BFF Charms: you and your soulmate are each in possession of some object that matches the others’ perfectly, like charm necklaces. Can be magical items that allow you and your soulmate to speak or write to each other.

9) The Spark: there is a literal spark when you and your soulmate first touch.

10) Immortals: you stop aging when you reach adulthood, and only begin aging again when you meet your soulmate. Alternatively: you and your soulmate both stop aging when you meet, becoming immortal together (possibly with a side of reincarnating until you meet).

11) The Hancock Effect: you and your soulmate are both superhuman, but when you’re close together your powers are nullified.

12) The Reverse Hancock Effect: a subtype of ‘abilities’ (see above) where you and your soulmate are both superhuman, but when you’re close together your powers are amplified.

13) Matching Powers: what it says on the tin, you and your soulmate share the same superhuman ability, or, alternatively, have complementary abilities (ie water and fire).

14) Teleportation: you can teleport, but only to your soulmate’s side. Sometimes can only be activated during great danger.

15) Compass Abilities: you can manipulate your environment, but only in a way that will lead you to your soulmate. Ie, you have wind powers, but the wind only blows in the direction of your soulmate.

16) Ability Swaps: you and your soulmate each have a specific ability and swap them (see Swaps below) the moment you meet. Can be superhuman powers or more mundane abilities, such as the skill of origami. In some cultures this means you are ‘holding’ the ability for your partner and are expected to hone it so they can use it better when they get it.

17) Portals: a riff off of both teleportation and compass abilities, you and your soulmate each have the ability to create one or more portals that lead directly to each other.

18) Life Points: you and your soulmate each have life points, aka points indicating your vitality/how many years you have left to live. You can choose to give these points to your soulmate.

19) Lost and Found: whenever you lose and item (like a sock), it ends up in your soulmate’s possession somehow.

20) Diaries: everything you write or record is sent to your soulmate. Can be in the form of letters or books, etc.

21) Delivery: similar to Teleportation, you can send items directly to your soulmate.

21a) Sticky Notes: a subset of Delivery, you have a stack of sticky notes that will appear directly in your soulmate’s line of sight the moment you write a message on them.

22) Gibberish: you and your soulmate share a language that only you two speak.

23) Wings of an Angel: once you meet your soulmate, you grow wings like an angel. You gain one new feather each time something special happens between you two. When your soulmate dies, you lose all your feathers and can no longer fly.

24) Restrictions: you cannot do X thing to your soulmate/until you’ve met your soulmate. Examples: you cannot lie to your soulmate, only your soulmate can kill you, the only voice you can/can’t hear is your soulmate’s, you won’t get your soulmark until you say your soulmate’s name, you cannot hurt your soulmate, etc.

25) Curses: similar to Restrictions, you are cursed to do X thing until/unless you find your soulmate. Examples: you are under Y curse until you meet your soulmate, you will die on your eighteenth birthday if you haven’t found your soulmate, you are forced to wear a mask until you meet the person with the matching mask, if you read aloud someone else’s soulmark their soulmate will die, if anyone but your soulmate says your name you’ll die, etc.

26) Tests: similar to Curses, you must pass a test in order to find/keep your soulmate. Examples: you are stuck in a room filled with clones (with maybe slight differences) of your soulmate and must kill all except your soulmate or else you won’t get out/be together, your soulmate is invisible to you until you figure out X thing about them, time starts looping and the only way to make it stop is to find your soulmate, you will keep reincarnating until you meet your soulmate, you will meet your soulmate if you fold 1000 paper cranes, etc.

27) Bonding Moments: an event that forces you to bond with your soulmate. Examples: time stops when you meet your soulmate and starts again when you’ve bonded, you and your soulmate go through different marks/AUs until one sticks, on the day you meet your soulmate you are literally bound to them for 24 hours, etc.

28) Swaps: you and your soulmate trade/swap something. Can be voluntary or involuntary. Examples: switching lives, swapping eyes, swapping reflections, swapping reflections, etc.

29) Flashbacks/Flashforwards: when you and your soulmate meet you each relive/experience the other’s life/future in a flashback/flashforward. Doesn’t have to be the entire life: can be worst day/best day of their lives or just moments you spend together. “Their life flashed before my eyes.”

30) Prophetic Dreams: your soulmate is always present in your dreams, you just have to find them.

31) Soulgames: probably made by gods, there is a game (board game, video game, etc) you can play to find your soulmate. You will only find each other if you win together.

32) Proximity Bonds: something about your bond changes as you get closer to your soulmate. Examples: you feel warmer, your mood improves, etc.

32) Compass Bonds: you feel a tugging toward your soulmate. Maybe become stronger during times of stress.

33) Spirit Bonds: you have a spirit guide that will lead you to your soulmate, ie an animal that waits for you to follow.

34) Indicator Objects: like indicator marks (see above) but expressed in the outside world. For instance, you have a locket that shows your soulmate’s physical appearance as it is right now, a block of clay that changes forms depending on how your soulmate is feeling, a plant signifying your soulmate’s health/life, etc.

35) Question and Answer: similar to thoughtsharing (see above), whenever your soulmate has a question you spontaneously think of the answer.

36) Soulmate Detectors: an object that somehow indicates whether or not a person is your soulmate. May light up, beep, etc. May possibly run out of batteries when your soulmate dies.

37) Indicator Animals: like indicator marks (see above), you have an animal that has the exact temperament/personality of your soulmate.

Marks and Bonds of my own creation (may exist but I haven’t seen them):

1) Earthen Marks: marks on the earth itself instead of on your person that only you can see. Ie every footstep your soulmate takes is marked upon the earth for you to find, and to follow if you so choose.

2) Celestial Marks: marks in the sky above. Ie every person sees unique constellations stretching between the stars, which create a story/path that is supposed to guide them to their soulmate.

3) Spoken Tats: tattoos of every word your soulmate speaks, as they speak them, winding around your body. They form patterns like fingerprints and grow with you as you grow. There are several origin myths but a common one is that the red string of fate stretches from ones lips to their soulmate’s skin, the words the thread holding them together. The Marks are written in the speakers handwriting, or, if they can’t write or don’t want to for some reason, a universal script called Soul Script. The color of the marks corresponds to the speaker’s core state of being, which can be effected by things such as physical and mental health.

4) Soulmark Evolution: any time a soulmark evolves over time.

5) Soul Patterns: your soul has a certain pattern/frequency that matches your soulmate’s. It can be expressed somehow in your environment/in your body, ie your heartbeat pulsing at the same frequency.

6) A/B/O Marks: mate marks and pack marks that differentiate who your mate and who your pack will be. Can be multiple of each if you join multiple packs or take multiple mates in your life.

7) Invisible Marks: marks that only you can see, or, alternatively, marks on YOU that only your soulmate can see.

8) Internal Marks: like the mark of cupid, these are marks inside the body that indicate who should be paired together. Generally for the eyes of divine beings only, sometimes marks can be seen on x-ray, ultrasound, or other internal-viewing machines. Tend to be written in ancient scripts.

9) Indicator Marks: your skin is marked with invisible patterns that come to life and glow in the presence of your soulmate.

10) Glowing Marks: wherever your soulmate touches your skin, the skin glows. Usually the glowing marks will fade in a few minutes/hours time, though the first touch may be permanent.

11) Dream Marks: when your soulmate is dreaming, their dreams are imprinted on your skin.

12) Thought Marks: every time your soulmate thinks about you, your marks (usually a pattern on your skin, originating at your sternum) glow or grow brighter. Sometimes the marks appear only as the soulmate thinks of you, changing and creating a new pattern every time, and sometimes they glow in an already existing pattern. Often grow stronger/brighter the longer they’re active, or the longer you and your soulmate have been together.

13) Raised Marks: a category of marks that involve raised markings similar to scars. Can be braille marks, raised tic marks, etc. One type is a pattern on your palm that will fit perfectly with the pattern on your soulmate’s palm.

14) Tree Rings: you have a tattoo that represents your soulmate, made up of rings that indicate important events in their life. Every time an event comes to pass, a ring is added. Alternatively: every time an event comes to pass, a ring is ‘activated’—starts to glow.

15) Intentional Marks: on the day you meet and every anniversary of it, you can press one fingerprint into your soulmates’s skin that will stay there for eternity. There are cultures where print placement holds incredible significance, ie you can’t leave a print on your soulmate’s face until you’ve been together for fifty years OR one of you is dying. Facial prints are signs of devotion.

16) Knot Marks: marks on babies that are little garbled things but as skin stretches and grows they become clear, matching with their soulmate’s exactly when they meet, and then stretching and sagging as they grow old.

17) Tree Rings Type II: when your soulmate touches you for the first time, their handprint is seared into your skin—and each year from that point onward, another ring appears around it, growing with your love.

18) Sleeve tats: every time you and your soulmate have a bonding moment or share a memorable event, your matching sleeves gain an ornament.

19) Mood Lighting: invisible marks crossing your entire body in intricate patterns, that light up in ripples when your soulmate touches you–maybe with a color indicating the mood of the moment.

20) Aging Marks: marks that start out as black and the closer you get to meeting your soulmate the more vibrant they get, or, alternatively, marks change from black to white once they’re activated, black when you first touch and white when one of you dies. Culture: all kinds of quacks out on the street offer to tell you how long you or your soulmate will live just by calculating the color of your soulmark and how long you’ve had it. ie, this mark is thirty percent gray and you’ve had it for three years? i’m sorry sir but one of you is likely to die in seven years time. at least that’s long enough to pop out a kid or two!

21) Mood Marks: marks that change depending on your soulmate’s mood, like a mood ring. A type of indicator mark (see above).

22) Eye Contact: marks that light up the first time you make eye contact with your soulmate. What if your soulmate is autistic? You’ve never realized that your soulmate is right in front of you because they’ve never met your eyes before.

23) Freckles: matching freckles/birth marks.

Cheers!

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bigskydreaming · 6 years

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Reasons Marvel Should Make 616 Piotr Gay:

1) It would keep him safely away from Kitty and the rest of us safely away from reminders that 19 year old Piotr dated a 13 year old Kitty Pryde in the 80s because sometimes Claremont writes fucked up ships and people should say that.

1b) Other writers who ship Piotr and Kitty are Guggenheim and Whedon and do they need to have nice things? No, they do not.

1c) All men Kitty dates are gay anyway. See also: Bobby Drake, Peter Quill (who is really only attracted to himself, who is a man, hence he is gay). Do not see also Pete Wisdom, who we most certainly Do Not Claim, but also, did he really actually date Kitty or was that a five year long mass hallucination we’re all better off forgetting? You decide.

2) He is sensitive, an artist, and also bulletproof and has come back from the dead at least twice already and these are all excellent qualities for Good Gay Representation.

2b) He definitely got Alex, Logan and Longshot to pose in the nude for his paintings during the Outback Era. I didn’t see this happen on panel but I know it happened.

2c) He regularly painted Betsy in the nude on panel during the Outback era and yet never once expressed attraction for her in the comics and the only explanation for that is Gay, look, we’re talking about BETSY here, her favorite hobby is playing the siren to all straight men, straight women, shadow demons and assorted otherworldly beings in her immediate vicinity, Piotr is not some bastion of unfathomable willpower, the only explanation for not succumbing as well is he was too busy being distracted by Alex’s ass. (Yes, I said Alex. All gay X-Men have terrible taste in men, it’s canon).

3) He once ditched Xavier and proclaimed his allegiance to Magneto, a known Gay Icon, which is clearly evidence of a Gay Intellect at work. Straight Logic could never have led him to such an epiphany.

4) His little sister Illyana is definitely a lesbian and a gay big brother and lesbian little sister is true mlm and wlw solidarity.

4b) Ororo sometimes refers to him as little brother and Ororo is definitely a bisexual woman who is exclusively attracted to women and T’Challa, which again means bisexual big sister and gay little brother, also true mlm and wlw solidarity.

4c) One of his closest friendships with a woman other than Ororo is actually with Callisto thanks to the time they spent together after the Siege Perilous, and as Callisto is exclusively attracted to Ororo, this is further mlm and wlw solidarity.

5) The Piotr from Ultimate X-Men was the hottest version of Piotr to ever exist and this is objective fact. Ultimate Piotr was also canon gay and left high school me Emotionally Compromised, and all of these things are clearly linked and ipso facto, making 616 Piotr gay like Ultimate Piotr will similarly make 616 Piotr hotter like Ultimate Piotr and me more Emotionally Compromised when reading him like Ultimate Piotr.

6) Having some versions of the same character be straight in some alternate realities while gay in others raises questions about what Marvel’s official stance is on the confluence of factors that determine a character’s sexual orientation in-universe and quite frankly I’m not comfortable depending on Marvel’s tried and true stable of straight white dudebros to answer those questions. Easiest solution: avoid the issue entirely by making all alternate reality versions of the same character share the same sexual orientation. The Ultimate Universe blew up or got eaten, I don’t know man, that whole thing was weird, whatever, look point is there is no way to make Ultimate Piotr straight ergo they must make all remaining Piotrs gay, it’s the only way.

7) Freeing X-characters from the shackles of arbitrary and unrealistic straightness literally always results in those X-characters becoming 100% more interesting and compelling. Examples of X-characters who became 100% more interesting and compelling once writers stopped pretending they were straight: Mystique, Northstar, Karma, Rictor, Shatterstar, Iceman. Is Piotr currently interesting and compelling as is? No. Would Marvel like him to be? Probably. Then make him gay, you cowards, duh, it’s so easy.

Gay X-Men Make Better X-Men. Look, it’s just science.

Turn Piotr from yawn to yay.

Make him gay.

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fatherfunston · 5 years

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First Sunday after Epiphany; Sermon, January 13, 2019

Topic: Filled with the Holy Spirit

St. Paul’s Episcopal Church 601 Poyntz Avenue, Manhattan, KS 8:30am Service Epiphany 1C Readings Main Focus Text: Luke 3.15-17, 21-22

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christianworldf · 5 years

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New Post has been published on Christian Worldview Institute

New Post has been published on https://christianworldviewinstitute.com/bible-prophecies/end-time-events/book-of-daniel/daniel-8-greece/old-testament-daniel-81-27-vision-of-goat-and-ram/

Old Testament - Daniel 8:1-27 - (Vision Of Goat And Ram)

Old Testament – Daniel 8:1-27 – (Vision Of Goat And Ram) – CC Windward – Pastor Tim

Old Testament – Daniel 8:1-27 – (Vision Of Goat And Ram) – Calvary Chapel Windward – OAHU, HAWAII – Pastor Tim Newman –

PASTOR TIM’s NOTES:

Dan 8:1-27 The Vision of the Ram and the Goat I. The DETAILS of Two Kingdoms are given Vs.1-8 1. Daniel saw the details of a kingdom pictured as a ram. 1a. Daniel saw the details of a future city. First note that the Babylonian Kingdom is still in power. Vs. 1 In the third year of King Belshazzar’s reign, I, Daniel, had a vision, Daniel mentions being in the citadel of Susa. It did not exist at this time; Daniel only sees it in his vision

1b. The second detail is the identity of the ram The ram with two horns is the Medo-Persian Empire.

1c. The third detail is the way the ram conquered. Daniel describes exactly how the Medo-Persian Empire gained control of the ancient world. 1d. The fourth detail is the symbolism associated with this kingdom. The King of Persia stood at the head of his army wearing a head of a ram. The symbol on coins of the Persian Empire was a ram.

2. Daniel saw the details of a kingdom pictured as a goat. 2a. The first detail is the identity of the notable horn. The notable horn is Alexander the Great. 2b. The second detail is the way the goat conquered.  Notice the goat came from the west.

 Vs. 5 He came from the west crossing the whole earth.

 Vs. 5 It was as though the goat was not touching the ground. This is a figure of speech to say that he was moving rapidly.

 Vs. 6 Daniel says, I saw him attack the ram furiously or in great rage, striking the ram and shattering his two horns.

 Vs. 8 The goat became great At the age of 21 he was called the world’s most powerful and brilliant military genius.  Vs. 8 but at the height of his power the large horn was broken off

2c. The third detail is the way his kingdom is divided. After Alexander’s death the Grecian empire was divided by four of his generals.

II. One King will become DOMINATE in power. Vs.9-14 1. This king has an insignificant beginning but later dominates. He comes out of one of the four horns. 2. This king dominates the people of Israel.  Vs. 11 says, He set himself up as Israel’s king, calling himself the Prince of the host.  Vs. 12 He prospered and so despised the truth contained in God’s Word That truth was said to be thrown to the ground. 3. The king that dominates can be seen in Antiochus Epiphanies. This little horn was Antiochus Epiphanies from Syria. He is the 8th king in the Seleucid Dynasty. He ruled from 175 BC to 164 BC.  Antiochus Epiphanies stopped the daily sacrifices in the temple and defiled the sanctuary.

4. The king that dominates has a limited reign. Vs. 13 and14 Daniel was told that the sanctuary would be cleansed in 2,300 days. The sanctuary was cleansed by Judas Maccabaeus on December 25, 165 B.C., exactly 2,300 days later as predicted by Daniel. III. The Future King Is DESCRIBED by Gabriel Vs.15-27 1. Gabriel describes this vision as pertaining to the time of the end. Vs. 19 Is this the last part of the Great Tribulation? Or is this just the description of the end of the Greek Empire? What was the former time of wrath? God had shown his wrath or indignation against Israel by sending them into the Babylonia Captivity.

2. Gabriel describes the details of the Future Ruler. This has to be a description of Antiochus Epiphany based on vs. 23.

3. Gabriel describes a future ruler beyond Antiochus. Studying the book of Daniel should convince us of two things.

God is sovereign, and His Word is trustworthy. source

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AMANITA DERIVATIVES: A NEW TREATMENT FOR DEMENTIA? - PART VIII

Christian Hahnemann, an impovishered porcelain painter working in a factory in Meissen, Saxony, couldn't afford his son's education. He sometimes locked the boy in the house when we went to work, leaving him with a problem to solve - and a pile of books to solve it - before he got back. The boy, also named Christian, later received financial help for his education from an anonymous benefactor, and later still from Baron von Brukenthal the Governor of Transylvania, who would make him the family physician and introduce him to Freemasonry. By the time Christian took the Hippocratic Oath, aged 24, he was already proficient in botany, alchemy, astrology and meteorology, and could translate nine languages including Greek, Latin, Arabic, Hebrew, Syriac and Chaldaic into his native German.

In 1777, as part of his medical studies, Christian went to work with the Brothers Hospitallers of Saint John of God (Brothers of Mercy) at their hospital in Vienna, then under the direction of Joseph von Quarin who was personal physician to the Holy Roman Empress, Maria Theresa. There, he witnessed at first hand the devastating effects of St. Anthony's Fire on the poor, and other mental afflictions causing nervous tics, muscle spasms, epileptic-type seizures and spasticity. Although like many of his contemporaries he did not make the connection with the ergot fungus in the case of St. Anthony's Fire, Christian graduated MD with honours for his 1779 thesis 'A Dissertation on the Causes and Treatment of Spasmodic Diseases'.

Dr. Hahnemann practiced in various villages and towns over the next few years. In 1786, he wrote an essay on the poison arsenic (today it's added to chicken feed; in his day it was a common medicine). By then, he had become so disillusioned with the medical establishment, he put away his black bag of medicines and made his living as a translator instead. He realized that many of the medicines he was giving his patients did them more harm than good, and he criticized medical practices such as bloodletting. He was also at odds with his contemporaries over his belief in things like good sleep, clean air, sunshine and diet as aides to good health. Later he explained: “My sense of duty would not easily allow me to treat the unknown pathological state of my suffering brethren with these unknown medicines. The thought of becoming in this way a murderer or malefactor... was most terrible to me.' In a footnote to paragraph 60 of his book 'The Organon', he wrote: “...they gradually killed more millions than Napoleon ever slew violently in battle.” Remarks like these made him lifelong enemies, as did his campaign for more compassionate and better medical treatment for the mentally insane. In 1790, he finished translating the 1140-page magnum opus 'Materia Medica' by the Scottish physician, surgeon and chemist William Cullin, who died that year. This work rekindled Hahnemann's interest in medical practice, though he continued to lambast the criminal “allopathic” doctors (his word for mainstream medicine) for the rest of his life.

(Since I've just written about a royal physician, ergot, murder, black bags and Cullen all in the space of a few paragraphs, I must digress to mention the triad of mass-murdering Scottish obstetricians William Hunter (one of Cullen's pupils), his brother John Hunter, and their mentor William Smellie. The Hunter brothers were personal physicians to Queen Charlotte and King George III, respectively, while Smellie is the “father of British midwifery”. Like most pioneering, 'long robed' obstetricians, the only way they could get the amount of corpses they needed for anatomical research was by commissioning the murder of pregnant peasant women. This wasn't only a British phenomenon, and I suspect some women were not murdered immediately but rather kidnapped and kept alive for certain experiments. A few victims were embalmed, bellies opened, and used as educational exhibits. With the secret knowledge of the standard remedy used by folk midwives to assist labour or induce abortion - the ergot fungus - passing to this maleficent new breed of male-only midwives, the demand for fresh prenatal cadavers for anatomical research (including experiments to try and bring them to life) would no longer outstrip supply. These were real-life horrors worse than any fiction in 'Frankenstein'. These scientists were on the cutting edge of the never-ending scientific search for the sources of life, longevity and, above all, immortality.)

Dr. Hahnemann had an epiphany while translating a 20-page piece Cullen had written on the properties of Peruvian cinchona bark. Cullen claimed that the bark's astringent properties were responsible for its efficacy in treating malaria. Hahnemann didn't believe that astringent drugs could treat malaria and decided to test the drug on himself, taking half of one fluid ounce and noting very malaria-like symptoms. From this experiment he went on to embrace the Paracelsian ideas of “like cures like” and “only the dose makes the poison”. Hahnemann started experimenting with diluted toxins based on his “law of similars”, meaning when an ill person displays a certain set of symptoms, then the remedy is a drug that produces those same symptoms. He would send his eleven children out into the forests and fields to collect poisonous plants for experimentation. He tested dozens of heavily-diluted poisonous plant alkaloids and compounds, first on himself, then his wife and kids and some friends, all the while carefully recording any symptoms of illness that manifested. This went on for several years.

The Scottish physician, James Lind, is usually credited with conducting the first-ever clinical trial in 1747. He divided 12 scurvy-riddled sailors on a ship into six couples, kept them all on the same diet, and gave each couple a selected substance (sulphur, strong cider, citrus fruits etc) for six days to see which couple were healthiest. However, Lind never realized that citric acid was the actual cure for scurvy and prescribed various additional drugs to the crew. In contrast, Hahnemann's multiple series of experiments involved more test-subjects and years of observation and note-taking to find what he called “proven” treatments for dozens of illnesses. They must rank among the first systematic clinical trials in history. They also marked the birth of homeopathy, a term Hahnemann coined in 1806. Altogether, he clinically tested and “proved” nearly 100 homeopathic remedies on himself, his family and friends. All but one of them were sourced from plants.

One fall day, Hahnemann's kids brought home Fly Agaric specimens which he dried, ground to a powder in his mortar-and-pestle, and made into the alcoholic tincture 'Agaricus Muscarius', or in its shortened form 'Agar'. His method was to dilute one part mushroom powder with ten parts solvent (alcohol), then shake it vigorously to produce what he called a “dynamized” mixture at a potency of 1X (tincture and solvent at a decimal ratio of 1:10). He would then take one tenth of the 1X mixture and repeat the process of dilution and shaking to produce a 2X potency (10 x 10) which is the same as 1C (tincture and solvent at a centesimal ratio of 1:100). Hahnemann went as high as 2C in his earlier tests, meaning only one part of the drug or mushroom remained in 10,000 parts of solvent. He soon realized that at even higher potencies his remedies tended to work better still. By 1800, he was going as high as 3C, or one part mushroom for 1,000,000 parts solvent. In later life, nearly all his remedies were either 6C, 12C, 18C (for many years his favourite), 24C or 30C. Sometimes he made his patients snort 2.5ml of tincture directly, a method of administration medical doctors said was sheer nonsense.

The most remarkable thing about this early medicinal use of the Fly Agaric is that spasticity in the form of convulsive ergotism (St. Anthony's Fire), nervous tics, muscle spasms and epileptic-type fits - these were the very disorders that Dr.Hahnemann and the first generation of homeopaths found Agaricus a useful treatment for! And today, more than 200 years later, we have the biopharma company Ovid Therapuetics investigating OV-101/THIP/gaboxadol as a potential treatment for rare epilepsies like Angelman and Fragile X. Both the mushroom itself, and its derivative THIP, have been deemed specific targets for the same types of disorders; and by practitioners who are polar opposites in the world of medicine.

Agaricus Muscarius is sold online or over-the-counter at 30C potency and costs from around $5 to $8 dollars for 75 pills or pellets. It is more expensive in liquid dilution form, and though anyone can make the tincture at home using spirit (vodka is best), the 1X potency is only available on prescription. Practising homeopaths generally use either a tincture prepared from the carefully-dried mushroom, or a medicine prepared by homeopathic trituration. The latter method is also relatively simple and involves grinding one part dried mushroom cap with 10 or 100 parts lactose (producing 1X or 1C potency respectively) to ensure that the non-soluble solids in the mushroom's chemical make-up become soluble when ingested. For the home homeopath, sucrose (sugar) is more readily-available and arguably a healthier option than industrial lactose. And why bother with a mortar-and-pestle when you can use an electric coffee grinder?

Agaricus Muscarius has not been reviewed by the Food and Drug Administration in the United States. So does it actually work? Homeopathic medicine is, after all, an 'alternative medicine' unaccepted by mainstream science even if it is regulated by the FDA.

I once read a theory about 'supermolecules' that I like to equate with the homeopathic principle. The idea is that specific types of molecules are like birds-of-a-feather who flock together. The more you potentize a mixture, the more excited the remaining molecules get as they globe together. If you take one drop of Fly Agaric tincture and 10 drops of alcohol and give it a good shake, you've got some pretty excited mushroom molecules congregating together. Repeat the process, and they'll be even more agitated. Imagine doing this thirty times to get a homeopathic potency of 30X. If there's any mushroom molecules left, it seems logical to assume they'll be huddled together in an exceedingly hyperactive state. Theoretically, the point has to come when a mixture has been potentized so much that there's only a few highly-reactive molecules left - supermolecules.

If these supermolecules happen to be a natural analogue of GABA, then when they stream past the blood-brain barrier, they may act more powerfully than a multitude of more-relaxed molecules in bringing about a desired therapeutic effect. This scientific idea may go some way in explaining why homeopathy works, but only to a certain extent. Hahnemann himself fought with a breakaway group of metaphysical-thinking homeopaths who started claiming efficacy for potencies of 60C and later past the 1000 mark, which seems preposterous and questions everything we believe about reality. At that potency, there wouldn't be a nucleus of an atom left from the active ingredient. There'd be nothing but water or alcohol remaining in the potion and it could only work supernaturally (or metaphysically) by some kind of ghost effect. 30C was “high enough for any homeopath”, said Hanhnemann, “it cannot go on indefinitely.” Having said that, he did later use a 60C remedy for gonorrhoea.

Interestingly, in 1994 a team of Japanese scientists led by Tadashi Kiho isolated the polysaccharide component of the mature Fly Agaric fruiting body and discovered that its carboxymethylated product (AM-APP-CM) 'showed potent antitumor activity against sarcoma 180 in mice'. This anti-cancer molecule is a 'macromolecule' with a very large molecular mass that would prevent it from crossing the blood-brain barrier. It is not soluble in water, but is soluble in alcohol.

Can 200 years of homeopathy be wrong? There does seem to be something fundamental going on with homeopathic remedies that goes beyond the placebo effect or even faith.

In later life, Dr. Hahnemann stuck by his metaphysical 'Psora' theory of disease (nothing to do with the lichenous fungi Psora) and most homeopaths stick by Hahnemann today. He had a few curious ideas, but then so do most scientists at some point in their lives. Dr. Oswald Schmiedeberg is the “Father of Modern Pharmacology”. In 1869, Schmiedeberg and Dr. Richard Koppe, another German scientist, wrote a book called 'Das Muscarin: Das Giftige Alkaloid Des Fliegenpilzes (Agarius Muscarius L.)'. In it they declared the toxic Fly Agaric alkaloid muscarine to be the active ingredient in the fungus. They were believed by every other scientist. It wasn't until almost a century later, in the late-1960s, when Albert Hoffman and Richard Schultes showed muscamol and ibotenic acid to be the active ingredients, whereas muscarine was in fact a toxin present in a very small quantity compared to other poisonous mushrooms. To confound this issue, atropine is listed in the medical literature as the antidote to Fly Agaric “poisoning”, with muscarine cited as the poison responsible, when in fact atropine works in a similar way to ibotenic acid and may make the patient feel worse. Dr. Schmiedeberg's speciality was hypnotics, hence his interest in the mushroom. He also wrote a book on chloroform, and thanks to him urethane became a popular anaesthetic until it was pulled in 1943 for causing cancer (all yeast-fermented beverages and foods contain traces of it especially alcoholic drinks).

A lot of scientists have been, and probably are, wrong about a lot of things. At the end of the day, though, science alone can prove if what homeopaths call 'vital force' (the ghost effect), or even supermolecules, actually exist.

If a child with Angelman Syndrome had been presented to Dr. Hahnemann, he would have certainly prescribed Agaricus Muscarius based on the symptoms observed. The same goes for Fragile X or any other form of epilepsy.

Today, Agaricus is still a popular homeopathic remedy indicated in a wide range of disorders, and case studies for each of them may be found online. It is frequently used as a treatment for involuntary limb movements or twitching (chorea), alcoholism with delirium tremens, and any neurological disorders causing jitters, shakes and spasms, especially when the patient shows signs of fear and anxiety over their condition. Most interestingly, at the prescription-only 1X potency, Agaricus Muscarius is indicated for severe disorders such as leukemia, Parkinson's Disease, Alzheimer's and senile dementia.

Dr. Hahnemann died of natural causes on 2 July 1843 at the age of 88. He is entombed in a mausoleum at the Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris, the world's most-visited graveyard. His tomb is inscribed with his chosen epitaph NON INUTILIS VIXI.

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