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marlynnofmany · 4 months

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Singing and Other Noises

If you have to clean the bathroom on a multi-species spaceship, you can at least take the opportunity to annoy your coworkers with some high volume space shanties. The acoustics of most bathrooms I’ve been in are great, and this one was no exception.

“If you find snacks in high places, adhesive eyes making faces…” I sang, passing the sanitation wand over the floor. “Someone gives thanks to the void, and knives to the droid … Then you might have some humans onboard, onboard, you might have some humans onboard!”

Paint laughed in the hallway. “I don’t think anyone would miss the fact that we have a human onboard.” When I leaned out to grin at her, she continued, “You’re very loud.”

“This is the perfect place to sing!” I said, leaning back and switching to a different song. “You’ll hear us singing loud and proud, in halls and hulls and ventilation chutes. You’ll know us by our range and joy, and we sing better than you!” It echoed nicely.

Paint was shaking her lizardy head. “Are there any quiet human songs?”

“Oh sure,” I said, looking for spots I’d missed. “Calm melodies for a relaxing afternoon, lullabies to soothe babies to sleep, plenty of those. They’re just not as fun. I like the ones where you can really feel your lungs vibrate, you know?”

Paint was giving me that cocked-head look that said she wasn’t entirely sure what I was talking about, but didn’t feel like saying so. “Right. I think that one made the floor vibrate too.”

“Oh, you should meet an opera singer. They can shatter glass.”

“What!” Paint stepped closer, switching her tail. “You are making that up.”

“No, really!” I said. “It’s very impressive. A rare talent for sure.” I got to my feet and emptied the sanitation wand into the trash chute. “My voice is nothing special. Pretty good, I like to think, but no kind of superstar. Still, singing is fun.”

Paint seemed to be having trouble coming up with a compliment. “Your voice is very… clear? Low? Is that a good thing?”

“I like to think so.” I put the wand away and washed my hands. “I can sing the low notes easier than high, which is great, because I enjoy them more. I think that makes me an alto? Contralto? Something like that. Not a soprano, at any rate.”

Even with her orange scales, Paint’s expression was a distinct mask of polite blankness. She nodded, hands clasped together.

“Not much for singing, I take it?” I asked.

Paint exhaled and dropped her hands. “I just don’t see the appeal,” she admitted. “It’s only talking! In a distorted voice!”

I switched off the light and joined her in the hall with a head bob of agreement. “Yeah, I suppose it is. Some of it’s fast and good to dance to, though.”

She pointed at me in excitement. “The dancing does make sense! That’s fun! But I just cannot understand the noises that go with it.”

I shrugged. “Eh, don’t worry too much about it. There’s bound to be lots of things that any given species does that makes no sense to others.”

“Like those shiny rocks you insisted on keeping?”

“Hey, that’s not just me,” I protested. “Zhee and Trrili both wanted some too. And you’ve still got those smelly seed-things that you liked so much.”

Paint raised her snout in pride. “They remain beautiful. Coals, Eggskin, and Captain Sunlight will agree with me!”

“And those are all the Heatseekers on the ship, which is exactly my point.”

A high-pitched noise that I’d been barely aware of grew louder, drifting down the hallway all faint and screechy. I had no idea what it was, and judging by Paint’s expression, neither did she.

“Is that metal scraping?” I wondered.

“I don’t think so,” Paint said.

The sound continued, changing in tone like an alien violin. I turned in place, trying to locate it. “Is that music?”

Paint rubbed her earhole. “It’s unpleasant.”

“C’mon, let’s make sure it’s not actually a problem of some kind.”

“Yes,” Paint said with a sigh. “Ignoring a mechanical failure because we passed it off as horrible music is not something I want on my record.”

I started off down the hallway. “I think it’s this way.”

Ready as I was for a long and mysterious hunt for the quiet shrieking, I was almost disappointed to find it coming from the third door we reached. This was the door to Coals and Trrili’s translation workroom. It was shut. I hesitated over the opening panel, then knocked instead.

The noise stopped.

When the door slid open, it was to a vision of exoskeletoned nightmares, shiny black and red, with pincher arms, mandibles, and a pair of antennae angled into a very irritated expression.

“Hi Trrili,” I said. “Everything okay in there?”

Paint added, “We heard a noise—”

The door shut in our faces. After a moment, the screechy serenade resumed.

I blinked. “Rude.”

Paint had her hands over her earholes. “What is it??”

“Probably not a machine failure,” I said, wincing as the noise approached nails-on-chalkboard levels. “Let’s go ask Zhee.”

We walked very quickly away, and found Zhee outside the kitchen talking to Eggskin. The sound was faint here, but still audible.

“Hey Zhee,” I said cheerfully. “Can you tell us what in the seven spherical black holes Trrili is doing right now?”

Zhee threw his own purple pincher arms in the air. “Butchering a classic,” he exclaimed. “I’ve told her that she’s got the middle part backwards, but she insists it’s a regional variant!”

I glanced at Eggskin, who was just shaking their scaly head. “So it is music, then.”

Zhee folded his pinchers with a flare of antennae. “There’s a skreeking competition at Basal Station,” he said. “She’s under the impression that the judges there will enjoy regional variants that are wrong.”

“I see,” I said, wondering if I should ask the obvious question.

Paint beat me to it. “What’s skreeking?”

“Leg-singing,” Zhee said. “You know.” He moved a hind leg in a way that made a brief screech.

I knew I was staring, but it was either that or burst out laughing, and that was rarely complimentary. You’d think I’d get used to discovering ways that my alien crewmates resembled Earth animals, but you’d be very wrong.

Paint let out a gusty sigh. “I don’t understand that kind of singing either,” she said. “This makes even less sense than the other one!”

“Remember, there’s always dancing,” I told her. “And if it makes you feel better, I have no idea how to dance to the noise Trrili’s making.”

Zhee hissed quietly. “No one could dance to that. Not without tripping over every other limb.”

Eggskin spoke up. “Well, I’m certainly not going to try. Would you three like to help me settle on the primary meal for tonight’s dinner?”

I smiled. “Oh, I’m sure we won’t disagree on anything there.”

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Keen eyes might recognize the shanty lyrics from a couple older posts. I even used one song in The First Time Traveler to Survive, which is a different storyverse entirely, but it's too much fun to leave there. I'm going to say humans invented it twice, and no one's going to stop me!

Anyways, this is the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

#somebody did a lovely recording of one of those songs #but the link isn't working anymore #so I guess I won't share that #more's the pity #my writing #The Token Human #space shanties #humans are weird #haso #hfy #eiad #humans are space orcs #science fiction #writeblr

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oomisluvr · 2 years

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Come and Get 'Em!

Synopsis: Sakusa hates when your dates come to an end, so if you want your keys back, you better come and get 'em ;)

Warnings: kinda scary (??), hide-and-seek on crack, fluff, light swearing, tickle fights, playful sakusa, forehead kisses, reader is sick of his shit but the love is there, started as an atmosphere-building exercise and evolved beyond my reach, sfw, 2k words!

With the movie now over, you take notice of the bits of popcorn strewed across the carpeted floor, the heavy bundles of knitted blankets crumpled every which way, the sound of heavy rain pelting the windows, but most of all you take notice of Kiyoomi’s soft lips twisted into a sad, dramatic pout. Here it comes.

“Alright, Kiyoomi,” You force a yawn, hoping your sleepiness will soften the blow, “It’s about time for me to get to bed.”

Ever since your relationship has gotten more serious, Kiyoomi’s been less understanding of the concept of distance. He considers his clothes to be your possessions too, and every date has to turn into a neverending sleepover. You’re almost curious to see what excuse he’ll come up with this time to get you to stay.

“You’re right,” He agrees, placing a soft, feathery kiss to your temple, “Sorry for always keeping you up. I’ll go ahead and start the shower for you.”

“I–” you sputter at how he flipped the script so effortlessly, “No, babe, I need to go h–”

“You probably didn’t even think to bring a change of clothes.” He shakes his head in faux pity, picking up the bundle of blankets and wrapping them around you in an effort to keep you complacent and warm, “That’s okay, you can just wear some of mine.”

“You always do this.” You fight against the blankets and his insistent wrapping, “I have work in the morning, you know this.”

“Then just go to work from here.” He wraps tighter, “It’s too dark and rainy for you to go home. The creeps are out.”

“But then I have to wake up early!” You cry, “And you're the only creep I know!”

Your insult rolls off his back like nothing, and he tosses a piece of blanket over your head, securing it to another piece against your side, “Better head to bed now, then. I’ll get your clothes ready.”

“Kiyoomi.” you snap, but there’s too much playfulness in your eyes for it to be threatening. You also look like a croissant with a face, so there’s not much to be afraid of.

“Y/N.” He returns with a grin. He’s fully leaning back on the couch now, happy with the security of his blankets. You sigh.

“Fine, I’ll stay the night,” You cave, and Kiyoomi pumps a fist in the air to celebrate his victory, “Go start my water, asshat. I’m sleepy.”

“Of course, my love,” He says, and with a bit of pep in his step, he raises from the couch and stalks off to the bathroom, with a promise to come get you when the water is warm enough.

Now gone, you have at least three minutes to unwrap yourself, get your keys from your coat pocket hanging by the front door, and get the hell out. Slowing your breathing, you listen carefully for Kiyoomi’s movements. You hear the boiler outside rumble to life, meaning that he already turned on the water. Perfect. It takes a great deal of effort to release yourself from the prison of blankets Sakusa built around you, but finally, you break free, stumbling a bit as the soft fabric catches your feet. Already stretched for time, you bolt for the coat rack by the door, hands stuffing themselves inside every pocket available.

The chest pocket is empty, and the inside pocket is, too. Your eyebrows twist, confused. That’s where you normally keep them. No worries, you’ll just check the side pockets– Fuck. You’re greeted with thick, rough, empty, fabric on every side. Nothing, in any pocket. Not your keys, not your hand sanitizer, not your wallet, not even your chapstick remains. This has to be more than a coincidence, but the only person who could have–

Behind you, “Looking for something?” That fucker. He must have grabbed them when he hung up your coat for you.

“Kiyoomi!” You yelp, though it sounds more like a scream. How long was he behind you? And how did you not hear him? “It’s not what it looks like! I was just looking for my chapstick, I swear!”

“Oh, really?” his lips twist into a satisfied, wicked smile, “Because it seems like you were looking for these.”

It hadn’t registered that he was holding something behind his back until he brought his hand forward. You hear them before you see them, the silver flashes of metal that promise an extra thirty minutes of sleep. Your keys.

“Alright, Ki,” you confess, putting your hands up in surrender, “You caught me. I was looking for my keys so I could go home. There, happy?”

“Come and get them.” He spits.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Kiyoomi challenges, “If you want your keys back so bad, come and get them.”

With that, he spins on his heels and exits the room, flicking the lights off as he passes them. His footsteps echo through the apartment, then disappear entirely, leaving you alone in the dark, the only light coming from the streetlamps outside.

“Kiyoomi!” you call after him, exasperated with his antics, “Kiyoomi, get back here!”

The only response you get is the sound of your keys clacking together, the jingle reverberating from deep in his apartment. A taunt. A promise. He’s not coming out. You really do have to find him. You exhale, gathering your thoughts. Sakusa is an athlete, and a professional one at that. Getting your keys back would be no easy feat. You had to be smart about this. Gritting your teeth, you whip out your phone and turn on the flashlight, heading into the kitchen to grab an appropriate weapon: the revered wooden spoon, feared by children across the globe.

Now heading into the hallway, you make a plan. You know he’s not in the kitchen or living room, which means he can’t be on the connecting balcony either. Those areas are clear, 100%. So, there are five rooms left: A guest bathroom, the laundry room, the master bedroom with a connecting bathroom, and a guest room that he uses as a study room.

Your heart is beating so hard, you can hear the thump in your ears. Earlier it sounded like he was in the guest room, but he could have easily moved from there and you would be none the wiser. You decide to start with the laundry room, as it was the smallest, and there weren’t many spaces to hide. Before you can freak yourself out, you slam open the door, screaming the whole way. Whipping around your phone, you search the room with the limited light. It’s empty, as you predicted. Though, that somehow makes it scarier. He’s for sure in one of the other rooms, you have to keep going. Shutting the door, you trust your gut and set your sights on the guest room.

With a loud creak, the door opens painfully slow, your flashlight doing little against the looming darkness of the apartment. Did this motherfucker turn all the lights off? The room appears to be empty, as the bed was too close to the floor to hide beneath it and the closet would be too small for Kiyoomi’s build. You squint through the darkness, your eyes still not accustomed, when you see it.

A pair of shoes breath the curtains.

With a courageous war cry, you charge towards it, flailing the wooden spoon wildly with murderous intention to hit something, anything. Your heart drops when you pass right through it.

A trap!? He had time to set a trap? Thunder booms as a shuffle of footsteps pass through the hallway, a deep chuckle passing with it. A chill runs down your spine when you hear it. How was he in the hallway? Cheeky bastard. He’s alarmingly good at this.

Exiting the guest room and shutting the door behind you, you enter the master bedroom with 100% certainty. Initially, you would have thought him to be in the guest bathroom, as that’s where his laugh trailed to. But Kiyoomi was good at this, too good at this, and he probably crept in the opposite direction to throw you off his trail. Reversing his reverse psychology. Regular psychology? Whatever. All that matters is he’s in this damn room and you're going to catch him.

No longer afraid, you turn the cold metal handle and open the door, armed and ready. Now that your eyes are acclimated, it’s easier to take in your surroundings. Stepping into the center of the room you focus your ears to anything abnormal. The cars driving by. The pitter-patter of rain. The clock ticking overhead. The drip of the faucet. The television of the family beneath you. Then you hear it– a sharp inhale of breath, then nothing. It’s no quieter than the sound of a pin dropping, but you definitely heard it.

Whipping around, you fling the wooden spoon across the room, hitting your target with a soft ow. Behind the door! You charge at him, throwing your body on his and wrapping your legs around his waist, squeezing as hard as you can. You’re laughing the whole way, and Kiyoomi is too, as he stumbles to the bed and flops down.

“Give me my keys!” you scream, tugging his hair and shoving your hands into his sides to weaken him.

“Never!” He screams back, laughter muffling his words as you tickle him “You’re staying the night!”

“I didn’t want to have to do this, Kiyoomi,” you whisper, chest heaving. You’re no better than the bundle of blankets lying on the living room floor, arms and legs tangled together like crocheted yarn, “But you’ve left me no choice.” With great force, you shove your hands into the junction of his arm and his side, wiggling your fingers like your life depends on it.

His armpits. The spiker’s greatest weakness.

“No!” He cries out, gasping for air through breathless laughter, “I give up! You can have your keys! Take them, take them!”

You halt, untangling yourself from your boyfriend’s heavy limbs, hands outstretched. With a roll of his eyes, he takes your keys from his pocket, and drops them in the center of your palms.

“Fine, you win.” He sighs, flopping back.

“Give me the rest of my things!” you demand with a smile. With a groan, he empties his pockets, and sure enough, he took everything from your coat. “If you do this every time it’s time for me to leave,” you hold your belongings close to your chest in a protective embrace, “I’m never coming back.”

“Then I’ll have to make sure you never leave.” he winks and waves a dismissing hand “I’m kidding. Go home, since you hate me so much.”

“I do not hate you,” you press a kiss to his forehead, rising off the bed to leave, “but I will be taking my leave. I’ll be back tomorrow, baby.”

“At least let me walk you to the door,” he offers.

“You’ve done enough,” you joke, “Love you, I’ll text you when I get home.”

He hums in agreement, smiling like he knows something you don’t, “Sure you will.”

Heading for the coat rack, you put everything back into their place in your pockets. Hand on the door handle, your fingers thumb the ridges of your house key. It feels… different. Now that you think of it, your keys feel lighter than they usually do, the familiar weight off by mere grams. Pulling them from your pocket, you examine them closer. Lighting flashes as the realization hits you, cracking thunder follows as your thoughts catch up to you.

These aren’t your keys, he gave you his.

“Damn you, Kiyoomi!” you scream.

The soft jingle of keys comes as a reply.

wrote this in one (1) sitting LMAO this is not checked for spelling at all so if grammar is off simply ignore it <33

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seyaryminamoto · 17 days

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Do you have any particular thoughts on Netflix Avatar Season 1? I haven't watched it myself but I would be curious to hear what you have to say.

I do indeed! I didn't watch it right away, but I have watched it indeed. I think there are merits to certain changes they did, I can see the sense in many of them, that doesn't mean EVERYTHING they changed was good, but it does feel like they were engaging with the original content in a far more creative way than a lot of people are willing to acknowledge or try themselves. No, it isn't a perfect remake of ATLA, but being the critic that I have been of the original show, nobody could ever convince me that the original was perfect, just as this new show isn't perfect.

I want to make a big post on the subject one day and try to get to everything it brought up... once I have more time on my hands, I'll try to do that. But, to give you a bit to chew on... I'll try to do one good vs. one bad on my part, of whatever I can remember right now.

GOOD: I actually do not mind the multiple prologues in the first episode, even though I don't think the changes were handled perfectly. I do believe that showing the genocide is not nearly as bad a choice as a lot of people pretend it is (the way it was portrayed is questionable mostly from a tactical point of view but that's just me being a freak about that... studying basic warfare really fucks up your suspension of disbelief when it comes to war scenes). Mainly, I think it IS important to show it due to the amount of people who are still convinced that Aang didn't suffer nearly as much as most other popular characters did -- that soooo many people have made these claims without a care in the world throughout the twenty years since ATLA first aired proves that the genocide was not treated with the severity it should have been by the OG show. I'm not even sorry to say it. It doesn't feel like a trivialization of violence, it feels like actually setting straight the degree of violence a genocide entails. People asking for a less intense version of genocide basically appear to be asking for the actual gravity of such events to be sanitized so they can chew on them more easily... and that's exactly what leads to it being trivialized, minimized and not taken seriously, if you ask me.

BAD: I don't particularly like the way Fire Lords are so... casual with commoners. Both Ozai and Sozin stood on the same level as a rebel/spy right before setting them on fire, no doubt it's meant to be some sort of flex, but... men of their ideologies and pride would not want to be up close and personal with anyone they consider that far beneath them. Odd choice there, imo.

MOSTLY GOOD: Aang does feel way more serious and has much more dramatic gravitas in everything he does. And this is not a bad choice, in essence. I don't particularly love that they tried to lessen it with occasional "Aang's a silly kid!" verbal reminders that don't actually have any proper visual evidence, because most the silly things he's up for are things the two older kids (Sokka and Katara) are perfectly fine with doing too, hence, he doesn't feel childish at all and it comes off out of place for him to talk about being more childish than he actually is. So... they really didn't need dialogue to try to emphasize his childhood if they weren't going to write him being a goofball. It's fine if he isn't one. He always could be a more serious character, it's only a problem when there's no further substance to him than just brooding (which is what I remember from the Shyamalan movie...).

WEIRD: Aang and Katara both had weird scenes of standing around doing nothing but smiling at their hometowns in episode 1. Maybe it was done as a parallel between them, but it felt a bit... overly theatric? If that makes sense? Like... I know we need to see their daily lives and the context in which they've lived... but it doesn't feel entirely logical for that to happen with them just standing in place and smiling fondly at their world. Most people do not do that in their daily lives...?

GOOD: ... Contrary to what a lot of the fandom seems to think, I actually like the suuuuuper slowburn Kataang here because any potential romantic payoff those two might get isn't nearly as in-your-face as it was in canon. The way their friendship is growing feels far more organic. And some of my favorite character moments in the show were actually between them. Which is not something I'd EVER say about the original show. There's a different sense of maturity for the characters here, and I like that.

BAD: I... do not like Sokka's changes. No, it's not about the sexism. It makes sense to me that this aspect of his character would be changed, updated in a sense: you can even still read him as sexist in some regards! It just isn't as simplistic and straightforward as it was before. But that's... not what bugs me the most. The show genuinely surprised me by taking him far more seriously as a character than I anticipated they would, but they absolutely picked weird choices with him in stuff like his family issues (... the Hakoda changes are just straight-up cringe for me, there's no justification for making him some sort of bitchy soccer mom who congratulates his son but then shits on him behind his back??), his insecurities as a warrior and the frequent remarks about how maybe that's not his path in life even though he does just fine at it, and... his romantic relationships. It's wild, because I actually think they did Sukka a thousand times better than it is in canon, and yet in doing so, they absolutely deadlocked themselves into a whole other problem: Sokka bonding that much with Suki and then hitting on a random Fire Nation soldier like two episodes later?? Then having the romance of his lifetime with Yue by the end of the season?? Ngl, it feels like we're watching one of those sitcoms where characters switch love interests in the blink of an eye. Changing this element of his character this way, when Suki's romance in particular was given new qualities and way more substance... may not have been a great call since it makes him come off insanely shallow, ready to get with any girl he comes across, and frankly, he didn't feel like that in the original show to me. He's also not really funny when he's supposed to be? Part of what made Sokka funny originally was his role as a voice of reason while everyone else ignored him. They occasionally tried to mimic that here... but in ways that didn't really work? Also, the Ron-Weasley-In-HP-Movies brand of comedy of "watch this guy scream, it's soooo funny" is... so trite at this point. Please, don't. Personally, this really feels like a whole other character who isn't Sokka. And some people might think that's great... I'm not one of them. Maybe I'm just experiencing the crisis a lot of people are over Katara with Sokka? But where changes with her do seem to go for things I actually wasn't fond of in her character, I don't really feel like they did better with Sokka in the least.

GOOD: ... "Katara learned waterbending too fast", they say: she did in canon too. A month of training under Pakku is not nearly enough time to justify her being deemed a master in canon. Complaining about how she didn't get that training at all here and still got deemed a master gets a "meh" out of me because I frankly do not see it being remotely as different from what canon did as people want to think it is. Katara was fighting Pakku with way too much power in the OG show for a kid who never got formal training to begin with, and somehow nobody minds that. I don't think someone who was on that level of power in the OG show was nearly as inferior to a seasoned master as a bunch of people want to believe. So... outrage about how they sped up her learning process when we in fact see a LOT more internal growth for Katara, and a lot more depth to her bending source here, makes no sense to me.

Along with that: bending has always been connected with a bender's internal energy, which is related to their peace of mind and internal balance. This show did not invent that. Firebenders are the ones who are most explicitly shown to be connected to their feelings that way, sure, but if you needed ATLA or LOK to non-stop feature characters talking about how a person's chakras had to be cleansed and their hearts clear and their every spiritual thread cleaned up in order to reach their best possible shapes as benders? You probably have bigger problems in analyzing this show than just whining over whatever the liveaction did. A straightforward connection for Katara with her emotions and bending isn't a negative choice in the slightest to me, more so with a character who has constantly been characterized as deeply connected to her emotions: it makes sense that her bending works and evolves the way it does in the liveaction to me. Sorry not sorry.

BAD: Zhao. Uh... I've seen people say they like him here? I felt like I was watching a con artist. It's not the actor's fault, clearly he was given this concept to work with and he did the best he could with it, but the idea of removing Zhao from all prior connection to the Royal Family, making him a total unknown who came out of nowhere and rises to prominence through conniving and scheming feels like they decided to merge him with Long Feng, maybe? And it might even backfire if they DO have Long Feng next season (... they should???) and he has a very similar profile to what they did with Zhao. I didn't enjoy his characterization at all, he was just... weird. So, not a change I was big on.

GOOD: Iroh. My god. I hate the fact that I'm saying this. But I will say it was insanely cathartic to watch that EK soldier beating him up. And that's not all: Iroh actually seems to be struggling actively with right and wrong here, showing hesitation over the war, and most importantly... HAVING A PERSONAL DYNAMIC WITH AANG??!!! I never imagined I would be that happy to see that, but I was. The few moments those two had together were damn solid, some of the best in the show (and the best for Iroh, sorry not sorry, I have never ever been an Iroh-Zuko obsessive fan and I genuinely find myself more intrigued by Iroh's potential bonding with other people, never thought about it with Aang but this show 100% blindsided me with it in a good way). It seriously made me mad that the OG basically never gave them that chance besides... that one scene in the catacombs that was very much just Iroh being a fortune cookie? Aang actually being an element that basically waters the seeds of doubt in Iroh's head is a GREAT change. I said it and I'll stand by it.

BAD: Hahn and not because of the usual reasons: their characterization rework of Hahn was fine. More than fine. The actor they cast was also very pretty! All of which makes it EXTREMELY questionable that Yue somehow has this perfectly decent guy and... uh... chooses the reworked Sokka instead? Like, I know that's how the OG story went, but when you turn Hahn from an opportunistic dick to a perfectly admirable warrior and individual, and feature Yue saying he's great but he's "not the boy of her dreams" (you... dreamt about him ONE TIME?? He's never been in the Spirit World besides that, so wuuuut...??), it makes her choice in romantic interests feel extremely questionable and weird. I'm all for Yue being given more to work with, but this seriously feels like she's... a little crazy. Hahn comes off waaaaaaay too decent for her not to be interested in him... ofc, as long as she's someone attracted to men, which, considering she picked ANOTHER GUY, it's to be assumed that she is?? Ergo nothing makes sense to me. Come to think of it, a lesbian Yue rejecting Hahn is probably the only way her rejection of Hahn would make sense... and it would also not cast such a questionable light on reworked Sokka if he and Yue weren't romantic at all, right after he had that big connection with Suki back when the show began?? So, heh, maybe lesbian Yue is the only thing that would've made sense if Hahn gets reworked for the better like this, sorry not sorry....

GOOD: The full-blown, outright display of Ozai's abuse on Azula rather than subtleties and insinuations. Again, much like in Aang's case with the genocide: PEOPLE DENY AZULA WAS A VICTIM OF ABUSE ALL THE TIME. People pretend Ozai actually loved her on some weird level or that she FELT loved, ergo she was fine and Zuko's the one who was abused. This is not new. We've been dealing with people barking that kind of nonsense since almost twenty years ago. And the backlash from that exact crowd when this show made it evident proves that they refuse to accept Azula as a victim of abuse to this day. Ergo, sorry not sorry: I'm glad they handled it as they did here because it makes it undeniable that Ozai is pushing Azula to extremes and she's pressured to deliver and become the weapon he wants her to be.

BAD: ... the Mother of Faces. That may have been the most egregious offensive and bullshit moments in the entire show. I was so mad when she was brought up at all. It was awful. I hated it. It really must be my most hated moment in the whole thing. UGH.

GOOD: Katara apologized to Sokka once. You know. One time. That, I think, marks the single time in any official Avatar content where she has done that. Call me a salty asshole, but I'm genuinely impressed that they did that, so they get a point for it.

BAD: Bumi. I know some people think the rework for Bumi is great... I could not disagree more. His treatment of Aang is really unacceptable, his behavior is very irresponsible but this time in a vindictive way... I was even reasoning with the fact that he knows Aang is the Avatar, which ALSO happens in the OG, without having known it in the past! The difference? It feels too arbitrary and random that he'd know that here, whereas in the OG show, he IS random and arbitrary, yet somewhere amid so many nonsensical ramblings, he shows insight and intelligence that makes you think there's more to him than meets the eye. I may need to rewatch episode 5 of the OG show in order to confirm this, but I also think that most of the implications there regarding his challenges is that they were actually harmless even if it doesn't look that way all along. Here? They're not harmless at all, he's basically vindictively trying to get Aang to either die for his "sins" or get himself killed through him and neither thing sits well with me at all with this character.

GOOD: Gyatso, expanding on his character and making him a much more straightforward equivalent to Iroh for Aang actually is really helpful, it makes him less of a "stock character" victim to the Fire Nation, it gave him more depth and it makes Aang's bond with him feel much more real. I am very sorry to all OG apologists, but I continue to believe Aang's cheerful behavior was written primarily to appeal to the children demographic that Nickelodeon was aiming for as their audience, which meant he could not be particularly human and truly grieve for everything he had lost. This show doesn't hide that pain at all, and it's particularly good that it does that by showing what a constant presence Gyatso was in Aang's life and by letting them have a manner of final farewell in that episode (... even if I didn't particularly like the episode, but still, it wasn't a bad idea to do that).

BAD: ... call me a consistency freak if you will, but I did not spend all these years obsessively trying to make sense out of the wobbly worldbuilding of the Avatarverse to be told that the entrance to the Cave of Two Lovers is within Omashu and that it leads into the arena within Bumi's Palace. Sorry. I can't accept that. I can't. I legit laughed throughout that whole situation because that's not where the cave of two lovers was, the badgermoles would be causing earthquakes non-stop through the city, and the sewers system would not even work because they'd constantly get fucked up by the creatures (as we know, there's a scene in Book 2 of the kids climbing out of the sewers, so either they won't do the pentapox or they'll forget about the badgermoles conveniently by then...). So. No. Sorry but no. Also, why did they kill Oma??? I know they turned both lovers into women, but... precisely because they did that, why exactly was there any need to change which one died?? Either one you kill is a woman now anyway so... what's the difference? WHY the difference?? Odd.

GOOD: ... Zuko keeps a notebook on his research and investigations into the Avatar. There were many changes to his character but that's the one that stood out the most to me. He actually seems a little bit more methodical, if not smarter, but you know? Kinda smarter anyway for at LEAST thinking that keeping a book with the results of his investigations could help?? Feels like he's actually trying rather than just whining about how rude the world is and how hard he has it. Which, in the end, might ALSO come down to him actually having some hope that Ozai didn't hate him irremediably... which, too, is a good change. I've talked about it before, other people have too: a firstborn firebending male prince has no business being discarded because of incompetence unless he's just THAT pathetic, and even in canon, Zuko wasn't as bad as to justify pushing him out and treating him as shittily as Ozai did without an actual, THOROUGH, exploration of Ozai's motives. You can elaborate, but the show never really did it, and if anything, it offered a bunch of conflictive information about why Zuko thought his father liked him. Here, it makes more sense that he thinks Ozai isn't as much of a bitch as he really is: the Agni Kai is a lot more interesting because they merged both Zuko vs. Zhao and Zuko vs. Ozai into one. The fact that Ozai actually burns Zuko and defeats him BECAUSE he was punishing him for not taking advantage of an enemy's weakness? It's a million times more telling about Zuko's character than what we saw in canon, where he was down to fight an old man out of hybris and then shat himself as soon as his father stepped up instead. So... I don't like this Zuko, which tells you they're doing him right anyway x'DDDD but I find there are a few elements about him that make him at LEAST a little more respectable than he was in the OG show. Among them? He's not constantly ranting about honor but actually lashing out at dishonorable choices out of principle, which makes it sound like he has a WAY better grasp on that concept than he does in canon :'D sue me. This is a Zuko rework too, and fortunately, not ONLY geared towards sanitizing him (even though there IS a fair amount of sanitizing too... which annoys me, but what else could we expect in the era of political correction).

BAD: ... Why the fuck did they decide the way to fix Iroh harassing June was to make her horny for him? Please? Of all things??? All they had to do was just... not make any romantic/sexual implications there. At all. Was that so hard to achieve? This is probably the second worst thing for me in the entire show, ngl. I do not understand the need for it at all. Most of all when they CLEARLY changed it due to knowing Iroh absolutely was a bastard in the OG with his behavior towards her. Isn't it easier to just NOT put any implications of attraction in there? I mean, I should be happy June didn't fully harass Iroh but the way they presented it, it felt like he wasn't even comfortable with it either! This... is not the way you take revenge for a character sexually harassing another one. Bad, bad take, I don't know what made them do this but they absolutely did not "fix" this, they overcorrected it and made it gross as fuck to me anyhow, most of all with the context of knowing that Iroh was the one being inappropriate as fuck back in the OG.

ALRIGHT. I know there's bound to be more, and I probably could think of more soon but I think I'm giving you this for now or else I'll end up making my major post here x'D

All in all, I don't think this show is unwatchable, I absolutely understand people who think it was fun, I also understand people who couldn't get used to the changes and outright dropped it. What I can't understand/accept is either pretending this show is the greatest thing ever (much like I don't think the OG ATLA is...), or pretending that it's the worst one either. This show engaged with a lot of elements in different ways than the original did: not all of it was a miss, not all of it was a hit. And I feel like it's a matter of fundamental, human decency and respect not to go completely berserk taking a ten-ton dump on this show, which to this date is the biggest production in Hollywood with a primarily Asian cast and crew of all time, from what I know, by pretending it has destroyed this franchise completely and that any support for it must come from brainwashed idiots or "not true fans". The gate-keepy attitude comes as absolutely no surprise in this fandom, ofc, but it's still disgusting to see. You CAN be critical of this show with dignity. You CAN do it while respecting other people who enjoyed it completely. It's not too much to ask. I may have learned that lesson the hard way with the ATLA comics, but even then, it wasn't my M.O. to jump into every single comics-positive post to tell people why they sucked and how dumb they were for enjoying them.

That's what I've got for the time being :'D hope it's enough for now.

#zuko-always-lies #natla #it's not perfect #neither is the OG #oh I didn't mention it in the final paragraphs but #I find it particularly hilarious when people rage at the new one #for things the OG did too #like I'm sorry here but you can't come to me and praise the OG for the exact stuff you hated the remake for #at least be consistent??#anyway anyway there we are for now

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wildcactuskat · 6 months

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I wanna talk about joker war and Jason Todd

So let’s talk

The whole joker war run there’s been a running theme of the future. It flips from Batman’s idealized unrecognizable utopia of a Gotham city and the joker’s view of it wanting to inherently return to violence and chaos and slip back to how it was before batman. Bruce’s future hinges on there being a Batman and joker’s hinges on batman being out of the picture. Joker during his showdown with Batman brings up several points about of Gotham is all perfect and sanitized and exactly how Bruce wants it to be is it even Gotham anymore? Or is it “metropolis with a few less aliens”? Both views are unrealistic and idealized as fuck. That’s about all the context you need to understand this next part

So. Intentionally or not, this arc creates a parallel between Jason and Gotham city

How?

Here look at this scene

Does any of this look familiar to you?

It should

Bc it’s eerily similar to Jason’s big confrontation with Batman when he first comes back to Gotham.

Only this time, batman isn’t being asked to choose between Jason or the joker. He’s being asked to choose between Gotham and the joker.

That’s where the parallel is. Recall the bit I mentioned in the context paragraph about Joker asking if the perfect version of Gotham is even Gotham anymore? You can say the same about Jason.

Bruce keeps beating the everloving shit out of Jason whenever he steps a toe out of line in the comics. He acts out? He gets his shit rocked. The thing is, like Gotham, Jason is wildly fucked up and that’s part of him. He’ll never be the perfect shining hero Bruce expects him to be just as Gotham will never be a perfect utopia

Both can always get better if you put in the work as seen by Gotham crime having gotten better with Bruce’s efforts and Jason has been shown many times to crave acceptance and family, Bruce just isn’t putting in the work, hasn’t been. Even when he first found out Jason was alive his response when speaking to Alfred about it was “this changes nothing”

Jason’s core is love and devotion. He wants to give and receive those two things. It’s why he reacts the way he does to anything he perceives as a betrayal and closes himself off so hard. Anger is a secondary emotion. To get angry about something you have to care in the first place. And he’s so so angry

About Gotham. About batman. About the joker. About all the events he’s seen as unjust wether to him or another

He’s not perfect. He’s never gonna be perfect same as Gotham won’t, but he’s not pure evil just as Gotham isn’t. They’re helpable tho if someone puts in the effort

#batman #dc comics #jason todd #red hood #the joker #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #bruce wayne #side tangent I hate the yes man they’ve turned him into without Bruce putting in the effort #also this felt incredibly relevant to the current Gotham war arc what with the fuckin ADRENALINE INDUCED PANIC ATTACKS

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ateriblewriter · 11 months

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Baby Duck (j.d)

Baby Ducky au

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a/n: feel free to send in thoughts comments questions requests for this! everything is welcome!

warning: mention of blood and death

everything had just happened so fast. one minute they had been lounging around at home, the next they were racing to the hospital. something felt not quite right because there was a lot red sticky stuff.

"jaim, i'm scared. what if she's not okay." his girlfriend squeezed his hand as hard as she could.

"it'll be okay. you'll be okay. our girl will be okay." jamie placed a kiss on both her knuckles as well as the side of her head, trying to reassure them both. he couldn't help feel like it was an already broken promise.

and it was. shortly after the small creature was delivered, he was being pulled from the room. the doctors were saying something about the bleeding not stopping and there was too much. never a good sign.

"i'm really sorry, there's nothing more we could do. we really did try everything." the doctor apologized when giving the news that mother of the newborn hadn't made it and died.

"no. no. please. no." the tears came and the hockey player felt his legs go weak beneath him, not believing what he was just told. she couldn’t be gone. the two of them were supposed to have a baby and live a happy life together, maybe even get married one day. she was supposed to go on trips. have more children. everything. but none of that would come anytime soon.

"if you would like to say goodbye, there is a little bit of time before we have to take her away." the doctor showed to the room that house the mother of his child.

“I’m sorry my sweet girl.” he managed to quietly say his goodbye to her in between sobs. jamie stayed with her until it was time for them to take her away. after he was ushered to awaiting room where he sat against the wall crying, starring, contemplating, and completely unsure of what to do next.

"hey sir, have you met your daughter yet?" a nurse walked by and stopped in front of the man sitting on the ground.

"what?" jamie furrowed his brows looking at the nurse who had knelt down beside him. by now his tears had dried up. but he was still in shock over the big hole that had just appeared in his world.

"your daughter. would you like to meet her? we've cleaned her up. she's a tiny little thing, but she sure is an adorable little ducky. oops i meant little baby."

as soon as the nurse mentioned the baby, he broke out of the trance he had been in. there was another soul that needed his attention. one that was still here. the father needed to see her.

the nurse helped him up and led him over to where his baby girl was helping held. they were right, the little girl was tinier than what she should have been. she was perfect, ten little fingers and ten little toe, and he was more than certain there was a tuft of black hair under the little cap that she wore.

upon further inspection there were a few wires sticking out of her petite frame for monitoring purposes. but she was breathing on her own and seemed to be doing alright.

"she's doing perfectly, despite being born slightly earlier than we would have liked. we're going to keep her here a couple of days for observation, but after that you should be able to bring her home."

relief washed over jamie when they said she would be okay. he had already lost the love of his life, he didn't know if he would survive if his little girl left him as well. jamie thanked his lucky stars that he wasn't going to have to experience that pain.

"thank you." he whispered.

"of course. but she's the one doing all the fighting you know." the nurse, whose name he soon learned was gia, smiled at him. "say would you like to hold her? and it's almost time to feed her, so you can do that as well."

jamie nodded as he was instructed to sanitize his hands and sit the rocker next to his little daughter. gia gently picked up and place the little one in his arms. an overwhelming emotion of love he couldn’t describe filled his heart, making it feel like it was going to explode. he memorized her little face further and sad smile crept onto his face.

"does she have a name? we've been calling her baby ducky because well you are well you. but it would be nice to give this little one a name."

"kinsley jo drysdale." jamie recalled one of the last conversations he had been having with his girlfriend before this whole mess started. "her mom picked it out."

"okay. that is super cute!" gia gave jamie the tiny bottle instructing him how to feed and take care of baby kinsley afterwards before leaving them alone for a bit.

“hi baby. it's me daddy." he rocked the tired baby after she finished gulping down the bottle. "i know i'm not going to best dad, you’re going to have to bear with me here. i have no idea what i’m doing here. mommy was supposed to be here, going through this with us. but she's not. but you’ll always have me. no matter what. i promise my baby.” he kissed the top of her little baby head.

“I love you so much ducky.”

#baby duck au #jamie drysdale #single dad!jamie #single dad jamie #jamie drysdale imagine #jamie drysdale blurb #nhl imagine #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #hockey imagine #hockey blurb

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elistodragonwings · 5 months

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Yes, stories can normalize things, for better or worse. Knowing something is fake doesn’t mean our subconscious won’t learn and internalize what we’re seeing. After all, horror films wouldn’t have the ability to scare us if our minds on some level didn’t respond to fiction as though it were real. It’s hard to imagine we don’t also unintentionally take in biases and other negative values.

But that process does not exist in a vacuum. People don’t mindlessly and passively have values normalized like by some magic force. Context matters – how something is presented, not just if it exists, combined with a person’s experience and knowledge determines what does and doesn’t get normalized.

Banning everything that might be bad won’t stop things from getting normalized because society can’t control what any individual person gets from a story in the first place. What society can and should do is teach people how to engage critically with stories and with their own perception.

We call out stories that are sexist or racist or ultra-violent or overly-explicit, we call out patterns of bias across a genre, we call out commonly negative depictions, not to ban them but to bring them to people’s attention. To get people to think about what it means that we’re telling stories like this, to discourage people from passively consuming media, to encourage creators to think differently about what they’re making. Because yes, media can normalize things, but it also is a reflection of the already-normalized values and blind spots of the culture creating it; trying separate this chicken-and-egg situation is impossible.

Even if everyone could agree on what stories are or aren’t harmful, no stories can be perfect because creators are not perfect. If you do manage to sanitize everything to the most uncontroversial state, you’re left with nothing that challenges people to grow.

More than that, you can’t both ban something AND teach people to think critically about that thing they’re not supposed to see. Harmful things will always exist, but if people don’t know how to recognize or engage with them, they’re more likely to have it become normalized for them because they won’t know any better.

If you want to ban “bad” content rather than teach people how to analyze, then where’s the data? Where are the studies that say this top-down blanket approach is the best strategy? Where’s the research that shows that people who write violence are more likely to commit violence? Where’s the experts in social change and harm reduction that define what kinds of stories even are harmful? Or are you just looking for a shortcut, a simple authoritarian fix to a complicated social problem of why people do bad things? Because I promise you, no one is a pedophile or a rapist simply because they read about it in some books.

Stories can and are used to teach values. To TEACH values. To try to ban books and information in order to try to passively shape social values is completely backwards from how progress works. When a story truly no longer fits with contemporary values, it doesn’t need to be banned. It decreases in popularity on its own.

An example from my own life:

I loved the Dragonriders of Pern series in high school. Some were in my school library, some were in my regular library’s adult section, and some I bought. These books were written from 1969-early 2000s, and so unsurprisingly, some of the relationships depicted are, let’s say problematic. Some I recognized as not ok and some I did not. And yet none of those problematic depictions got normalized for me. What DID get normalized? The possibility of a society where gay men not only existed but had a respected place in society. Sure, looking back now, their depiction is…not great. But they were there and it was normal and fine. And that was important because nothing else did that for me until many years later.

Why did that stick and nothing else? Because I came to the series with progressive values, an open mind for different ways of thinking about people, a desire for stories that showed me something different, and an awareness that science fiction often is written as social commentary and imagining what could be. Someone who came to the books with different perspectives would have gotten something entirely different from it. Some might even find this too painful and harmful to read. Those are all legitimate reactions.

Should the series be banned for showing lack of consent? Gay stereotypes? The fact that gay men exist? That abortion in this world is simple and not a big deal? Because some people will find these books personally harmful or upsetting?

Or do we let the books exist, available, as we teach people to think about their values and how to analyze both stories and the world around them? As we let individuals decide for themselves what helps them and what hurts them?

#book bans #censorship #purity culture #critical thinking #education #social progress #elisto

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lokiinmediasideblog · 2 months

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Can you recommend me Loki books? (as in novels, not norse mythology textbooks)

I am not sure if I rated these correctly in terms of audience maturity. But I tried lol.

Comics:

Valhalla comics-Peter Madsen

Fun slap-stick re-tellings of the Norse myths. Children oriented?

Loki (2004) aka "Blood Brothers" by Robert Rodi & Esad Ribic

It's my favorite Marvel!Loki comic of all time. It altered my brain chemistry. You can read it for free on the links in my pinned post.

The graphic novel version of Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman.

There's also this webcomic I found as a teen that's ongoing to this day and I need to go back to following:

Kids:

Loki: A Bad God's Guide to Being Good by Louie Stowell

Diary of a Wimpy Kid but with Norse mythology! What's not to love about that?!

Eight Days of Luke-Dianna Wynne Jones

The book that inspired "American Gods."

Odd and the Frost Giants-Neil Gaiman

A boy named Odd encounters Odin, Thor, and Loki who have been turned into animals.

Teens:

Runemarks duology-Joanne Harris

Just keep to the first two books. You'll hate the rest. Let's just say it dealt horribly with Eating Disorders and Harris should have done research on heavy topics before writing about them. Her Loki in the first two books is very enjoyable and he rules over goblins for a while, among other things. I also thought the way rune birthmarks worked in here was fun.

Norse Mythology-Neil Gaiman

It's an entertaining overview of the myths. If you're unfamiliar with them it's a good place to start.

Adult:

Black Wolf: The Binding of Loki-Una Verdandi

I don't recommend if you want a soft!Loki or one that remains a decent person. Loki is interesting and feels like a force of nature. But let's just say he's like the Joker with all that implies. But I thought it was a worthwhile read (very long). It has probably the best Sigyn depiction I've encountered. She feels like a real person! I go more in detail here. I'd pay attention to the things I warn about in case they're deal-breakers or triggers. My review is not spoiler free but contains warnings.

American Gods-Neil Gaiman

Has very interesting premise and a multiple pantheons existing at the same time. It's fun how the deities adapt to the USA and modern times.

The Goddess of Nothing at All-Cat Rector

This book is basically a Norse myth whump fic. I would avoid if that's not your thing because I can see how someone else might hate it. I know I like it because making fictional characters suffer is my guilty pleasure. You won't be laughing at the mythology-based Loki memes. I don't think it's perfect. For example, I dislike that they have to make Loki's every action "justified", such as cutting Sif's hair because Sif called him fantasy racism slurs. Let him be a bit of an asshole just because. The disproportionate punishment makes it difficult not to sympathize with Loki either way. I don't know how I feel about her Sygin. It's the 2nd best Sygin I've seen yet in books. She has a personality, is likeable, and is not a doormat, but something about her and this Loki feels sanitized to me. Like the author was checking boxes for Sygin and Loki. I don't know how to explain it.

Father of Monsters-A. B. Frost

Short read. Loki is a loveable little shit that gets the Aesir into trouble and takes one for the team to get them out of it. I really liked this characterization and it had cute illustrations of Loki, Angrboda, and Jormungandr.

The Nine Worlds Rising Series-Lyra Wolf

They're not perfect. I think her Loki is very funny and likable but too sanitized. And Sigyn has no flaws other than caring too much for her no-good brother while the other goddesses are evil witches. But the author has a very comedic writing voice that is highly enjoyable and keeps the stakes high so that you want to keep on reading. I also like how one of the books starts with a very vengeful Loki and draws comparisons to Lucifer. Thought that was cool. Also, some reactions to some reveals didn't land the impact as well as they should. They do tease the Odin/Loki abusive relationship, but not with the toxicity I wanted, and Odin goes on a redemption path a bit too soon for my liking (while making all the goddesses evil witches...). There's also a lot of anachronistic language in here, such as Loki mentioning a Chihuahua.

Books I haven't read but I know of their existence:

Loki-Melvin Burgess (I saw a Sigyn stan complain about it, but I am not sure how seriously to take her complaints because she said shipping myth!Loki with say Balder or Thor or Odin was "incestuous" because Loki is Odin's "blood brother" despite Loki being unrelated to everyone but Narfi and Nari on Asgard). My standards for Loki don't require that Loki be a paragon of morality, unlike hers. UPDATE: A mutual told me it's horribly transphobic and has rape apologia.

Harbinger of the End-Nicki Chapelway (I've seen praise from Logyn shippers for this one)

Loki: Nine Naughty Tales of the Trickster by Mike Vasich

I saw an excerpt with a rather humorous joke, but the one other Mike Vasich Loki book I read bored the hell out of me. So I haven't given it a chance for that reason.

The Blackwell Pages by Kelley Armstrong and Melissa Marr

It's a children's book series where the descendants of Thor and Loki are the protagonists.

I might have some revies in "LokiBookClub" tag.

#anon asks #norse mythology #LokiBookClub #myth!loki

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The camera is kind of insane. This is a five point telephoto lens.

Peach and I had a rough night last night. Cats are naturally active at night, ferals particularly so, so she had a lot of energy/anxiety. It was so cute watching her play with her toys, up until the point where she was jumping up on the door, and I realized this smart little sister cat was trying to open up the door, jumping up on it, trying to pull it down. And she could have, or locked herself inside. I froze - she’s only 4 pounds, she would hide somewhere I couldn’t find her, and it would definitely be a danger to the other cats if she got outside, somehow so I slept in my soaker to try to dissuade her but that didn’t even work - for hours I would watch her run around the bathroom try to jump on the door, shush her away, and then she would fall asleep in that kitten exhaustion for an hour. It went on and on like that for the entire night. I finally went outside and slept on the couch for a few minutes, and then got us ready for our vet appointment. When I went to put her in her carrier , she wouldn’t even take any chicken. She was exhausted. When I looked more closely in the fleas were just all over her little face.

That was… Awful, no sleep I couldn’t protect my imagination from the flea infestation in my house, even though I’ve been really good about immediately taking my clothes off that I use with her and sanitizing them and washing everything three times. Still, those fuckers are tricky, still no sign of anything in the house and I give the cats regular flea medication, which apparently will stop the spread if there is any. Mostly though, I just felt so terrible for her.

At the vet, I was exhausted and asked for a flea bath versus the topical and oral medication that she needed, and when they said they didn’t do flea baths, I burst into tears. this whole thing has been pretty intense, I wasn’t planned for it, and my lack of experience and relying upon my vet’s technician who isn’t great on follow through has left l me feeling stuck. In the last couple of days, she’s been a poor communicator, saying someone is dropping by to give peach, a flea topical solution, but never did, and I know how busy she is in her own work, so it was just hard to reach out and constantly hound her She also said she had a foster but the fleas needed to be cleared prior but she’s been so unreliable. I didn’t even know if that was true or not. Just like peach, I don’t trust people and you learn to do it on your own.

So I called her and she was actually great, she confirmed that there was absolutely a foster, we just needed to get her checked out and get the fleas off because the foster has cats that have a really horrible reaction to fleas. And the foster is right across the waterway from me which is even better so I can go visit her. We aren’t out of the woods, if she’s got some kind of respiratory infection and it's serious. She won’t be able to go, but I am just having Faith that she’s OK, and antibiotics will cure it and there’s nothing serious .

I left her for all of her vaccines and flea treatment, and all the testing, came home, and literally scoured every inch of that bathroom reset it so she couldn’t get behind the toilet, and tried to MacGyver something over the doorhandle. They called for me to come and fetch her, but I was an hour late, frantic to get it all done

So she will be here for a couple more days. She is pooped and found the perfect little hiding place, I’m just letting her be. She seems so exhausted, and of course she is with all those chemicals passing through her tiny little body, but at least all the fleas die within an hour or so of the medication so that has to eventually feel so much better.

I’ve learned so much about myself and my own feral, terrified survival energy I don’t even know what is that I’m protecting myself from. Dan is always was incredibly insightful, and I need to do some work here but, I’ve also learned a lot and a feral kitten, playing with her toys, no more fleas, and that torture.

And getting a feral kitten to take chicken from your hand, makes me feel like a giant.

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scifrey · 3 months

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NINE-TENTHS

Part Six

I get all of the gear flicked on, checking water levels and pulling the wands out of the sanitizer, then grind the first pot for the perc. As the espresso machine chugs its way to wakefulness, I peer into garbage cans and inspect tables. The till is all counted out neatly, with a post-it note reminding me to buy a roll of quarters stuck to the crisp purple stack of tens.

Obviously Min-soo closed last night, ‘cause she always kills it.

In the dark kitchen, I crank the industrial oven up as high as it will go to pre-warm, scoop dough from the huge bowl Min-soo made last night onto trays, and climb the ladder to dump a burlap sack of fresh beans into the massive stainless steel bean roaster in pride of place in the corner of the kitchen.

In my back pocket, my phone starts playing a punk version of You're the Cream in My Coffee. Shit. That's my alarm to start the second batch of scones. Dammit. I don't have time to let the oven preheat properly. I shove the tray in.

Then it’s back out to the front, where he is sitting primly in his corner, eyes on his newspaper.

Yeah, I'm a basic bitch and prefer coffee that's more sugar and froth than bean juice, but there’s something so good about fresh-brewed black coffee first thing in the morning. That's art in its own right, my loves. I interrupt the drip machine to pour myself a mug, and I take one selfish minute to revel in a perfect sip.

But what is usually a soft symphony of my mornings is instead a self-inflicted agony. The plink of coffee into the carafe, the hiss of the espresso machine, the hum and clunk of the bean-roster in action, all punctuated by the crisp rustle of his newspaper? Agony.

A year ago, I would use this quiet time to work on my thesis. Before that, it would have been an essay, or a lab, or something else I’d procrastinated. Now, I have nothing to work on. Nothing to do but this. Nowhere to go but here. No career, no demand, no drive, just…

Me.

And him.

And the stretching, hissing, clunking, dripping silence.

"Ugh, get your ass in gear, you embarrassment," I mutter to myself.

"Beg pardon?" he asks, voice raised politely.

Shit.

"I said, uh, the espresso machine is warmed up. Caffe tobio?"

"Please." He crosses his legs. There's a flash of turquoise at his ankle. I only catch it for a second, but it looks like he's wearing socks with cartoon dragons on them. Huh, okay… that’s more playful than I expected him to be.

"Coming right up."

"I appreciate it. And you are well?" he says, which is the longest string of words I've ever heard out of him. Shame.

"Yeah." I turn to the machine, tapping out a careful twenty-seven seconds with the toe of my chucks, timing as the espresso fills the demitasse. So I'm completely in my head, and totally not expecting it when his voice comes from somewhere much too close, just over my left shoulder.

"Oversleeping could be the sympto—"

"Gah!" I shout, and Christ no, the wand in my hand goes flying up, up, sprinkling boiling-hot grounds like freaking pixie dust.

He ducks and snaps the newspaper over his head as they rain down. The sharp clatter of the wand hitting the tile makes us both wince. We stare across the counter at one another, eyes wide, with what I assume are matching shocked expressions.

"Are you—" he starts again and I hold out a hand to stop him.

"I'm fine."

"I've never known you to—"

"Shit, you're chatty today," Maybe that came out cattier than it should have. He flinches, stung. A glob of espresso grounds plops off his shoulder and splats on the tile floor. "Sorry, sorry! That came out wrong. I'm not… I'm not having a good morning."

"My apologies," he murmurs mournfully, and aw, no.

"I'll make you another one," I say quickly. "On the house. Just… sit, and I'll—"

"Perhaps I should go." He lowers his paper and flicks grounds off the toe of his shoe. Oh, shit, are they expensive? Am I going to have to pay for, I dunno, shoe dry cleaning?

"No, please." That lurch in my stomach again, and it's only because a morning that has started terribly (and has only gotten worse) would really become awful if he wasn’t sitting in the sunlight, glimmering and reading.

It would be just wrong.

"If you are ill, you ought to be taking care of yourself first. Don't you have a colleague who could cover—"

"I got a new alarm clock, I didn't wake up, it’s fine, it doesn’t matter."

"It does to me." He crunches the ruined paper in his hands, flexing and twisting. "In fact, I, er, perhaps it is time I confessed that… I smell something burning."

"You smell burning?" I swig another mouthful of coffee from the mug I'd left by the till, and take a deep breath to calm myself. Wait. "I smell it, too."

His eyes flick to the door behind me, slit pupils dilating. "The kitchen."

"The scones!" I squawk and spin on the spot. I slip in spilled espresso, toppling sideways. Before I can hit the ground, he lunges across the countertop, catching my arm in a grip that's stronger than I think he realizes. It also prickles.

Trying to get my stupid feet under me, I catch the barest flash of red scale and black, long-tipped nails. Then his hand is back to perfectly pale peach, fussily manicured, and human.

I shrug him off and push through the door. I shouldn't have gasped, that was a stupid thing to do when the air is heavy with smoke. But I do, and jerk to a stop, folding double, coughing. He runs into me. I nearly topple. That prickling grip pulls me upright again.

"What can I do to—" he starts, but the fire alarm cuts him off.

"I forgot to turn down the goddamn oven!"

"I'll get it." He reaches out with his free hand. It's covered in deep red scales, his fingertips ending in delicately curved claws.

Holy crap.

He's dexterous, able to work the knob, then swing down the oven door. Black smoke, oily with burning fats, cascades into our faces. I cover my mouth and nose with the edge of my Henley, eyes burning.

"Oven mitts!" I warn.

"Not necessary!" He's got the tray balanced in his claws. "Where should I—?"

And that's when the fire suppression system kicks in.

It lets out a sharp, high whistle that startles him so badly the claws of the hand holding my arm spasm. They go right through my shirt and into flesh.

I holler.

Five things happen at once.

First, he drops the tray of scones. It clatters off the tile, sending burnt pucks of dough into the air. One smacks into my leg, and two pelt him as we dance away.

Second, he yanks his claws out of my arm, blood on the tips, and freaking hell, it stings.

Third, white foam pours from the pipes that ring the kitchen ceiling, coating every surface in a bitter-tasting cloud. Including us.

Fourth, the guy makes a sort of gurgling belch noise, then a sharp bony click accompanied by a spark that looks exactly like the kind you get from a lighter.

Fifth, he spits fire.

Right into the corner. Where the giant custom bean roaster is. The drum is perforated, and the beans inside it immediately go up in flames. They're so hot they burn blue. The steel drum starts to goddamn melt.

"Coc y gath," he gasps in horror, dithering on the spot.

"Holy shit," I say, clamping my hand down over the punctures in my arm.

"I'm terribly sorry!" he shouts over the sound of the alarm and the hiss of the foam deflating around us. "I didn't mean to—I was startled!"

The urgency of the situation suddenly hits home, fire crawling up the wall toward the ceiling, and I scream: "Put it out!"

"What do you want me to do? Suck it back up?" he shouts back, all his cool calm evaporating in the heat of the inferno. "I'm a dragon, not a fire extinguisher!"

Well.

Fuck this meet-cute straight to hell, then.

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Meeting a Red Hot 2

Some sexual implications

You wake up in your bed with the sheets thrown a bought and your body in some weird yet comfortable position. You were still in your clothes from the night before, and you had a massive hangover. You don't bother checking the time and instead go to take a shower only to realize that only your drunk self coulda made this kind of mess. Ignoring the mess and the fact that you put dirty clothes back on after showering last night, you go to get changed. As you took off your pants, you realize you had over $200 dollars in cash. You decide that you would have to ask Killer what stupid shit you did last night to earn so much money and just pray that naked photos of yourself didn't mysteriously end up on the internet.

After another hot shower and some painkillers, you head out of your room and upstairs towards the living room with a mask on your face. Killer was probably at work since he had several jobs to help pay for your aunts hospital fees. As you turn the corner, you see you loving aunt watching some tv while folding laundry. She had breast cancer and was currently going through treatments that seemed to be working, but it lowered her immune system drastically. This had Killer insisting that he do all the shopping and anything to do with outside of the safety of the house, as well as also made him extremely conscious of anything he may bring into the house. Even you would not leave your room and roam the house without a mask on and a bottle of portable hand sanitizer clipped to your belt loop. The house was even remodeled for her sake.

The old gang came over a few years back along with your family, and all pitched in to make it so that the entire house was specialized for her safety. The second you open the front door, there is the basement stairs that lead to Killer's room, a lounge area, and your room, which was a spare. To the other side of the steps is a bathroom and the garage. Once you go further, you will see the kitchen that opens into a living room along with another bathroom and finally a hall that leads to your aunts private room, bathroom, and study.

"(Y/N)!" Your aunt beams at you from her spot on the couch. "I heard you went a little crazy last night!" OH god. Your aunt may seem nice now but she was actually a part of a biker gang that caused havoc across the country until she got pregnant with Killer, that's when your mom, her sister, took over and even continued on with her travels with your dad until you had to eventually go to school. Apparently, your aunt had a very dangerous birth, and she lost a lot of blood. Ironically, his nickname of Killer is because whenever the gang drives through, they come say hi and ask how the little killer is doing. It was a joke in poor taste, but it fit well with the people sharing it.

"Did I? Cause I woke up with a hangover and 200 bucks in my jeans. I remember nothing." She giggles at you and pats the area of the couch next to her. You sit down and start helping her fold the laundry.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. You kept your clothes on and still got money, that's more than I can say when I was your age." She had such a bubbly personality that it's hard to imagine she is the same person as the girl in the photo next to the tv with half her head shaved and piercings in every possible place.

"But... What exactly did I do?" She just smiled at you for a moment. You could tell she was thinking of the best way to tell you, or more like the most embarrassing way. Just as she was about to say something, you hear the engine of a car pulling up front. She lights up and starts moving to the kitchen to prepare some food.

"What perfect timing! Killer and some of his friends are coming over to work on that old Ford in the detached garage. Bring them some food, and maybe it will jog your memory." You see her intentionally reach around the glassware for some plastic dishes she had around for when the more rowdy old friends stopped by for a visit. She quickly grabs some cold sodas from the fridge and sets them on a tray before quickly setting some cookies she always has baking on the plastic plate.

with a small giggle, she hands you the tray before rushing back to watch her show. You knew you were going to regret doing it, but Killer and his friends would rather starve in that damn garage than come in and wash up before going to deep into the house. You sigh and head to the garage door. Most of the time, it was open and filled with tools. The detached garage was just a few feet from it and was decked out in heavy machinery needed to work on a car as if in a professional environment. You could hear them as you exited the house. They seemed to be arguing.

"Dude, she was so drunk she is still asleep! I know you're the type to flirt and then leave them high and dry, but not with my cousin!" Killer seemed upset beyond belief, and he was talking about you. What the hell did you do?

"Flirt and leave? You're joking, right? If anything, she was the one to do that." A rough voice argued back, and you had a horrible feeling that you knew this voice.

You finally get close enough to see the usual group Killer hangs out with, and as soon as your eyes connect with your secret crush, you drop the tray of food and drinks. It all came rushing back, and you could only stare at him wide-eyed for a moment.

"Fuck me." You sigh and mutter to yourself in disbelief. Your aunt was right, you kept your clothes on, but if you didn't hear Killer and snap out of it in time would you really be able to still say that?

"Gladly." Your head shoots up from its place of looking down into the palm of your hand and you notice Killers glare at him. You feel your cheeks burning and you quickly crouch down and gather the spilled food and drinks on the tray before robotically turning around and going straight back inside.

"Bad wording bad wording BAD WORDING!" You keep mumbling to yourself as you do. You hear his chuckle from behind you followed by a loud smack sound. As soon as you get back in your aunt had already prepared another tray with cookies and soda, this time with her normal glassware.

"So you remember yet? Killer said you were dared to kiss Kid." She giggles as she turns to see your face that was probably as red as Kid's hair.

"I remember, but it looks like Killer didn't get the full story after I left." Her already beaming face lights up even more and she sits at the kitchen table and excitedly pats the seat next to her. You trudge over to the chair and sit. "I may have been dared to kiss someone, but they didn't specifically tell me who... I just had to kiss... the hottest guy in the room..." You whisper the last part. She squeals and starts to clap her hands together.

"Oh you are just like me and your mother when we were young! The rough looking ones are always the most fun!" You bang your head on the table and start to moan. None of this helped your slowly returning hang over, especially hitting the table with it, but you didn't care.

"I can't believe I kissed him!" You cover your face. "I mean I liked him since I first saw him, he is the sexy red hot I get the pleasure of having as eye candy, but he's Killer's best friend! You don't just do that!" You hear your aunt giggle again and you move to lift your head up and glare at her. This was not funny, but your plan was interrupted as you saw the same four guys who were suppose to be outside just outside the kitchen with masks and gloves on. This of course included the man himself and your cousin.

#one piece #kid x y/n #eustass x reader #kid x reader #eustass x y/n #eustass kid #real world au

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dorothy is so #american. her weird equality of opportunity (lol) spiel. but also lying at the contradicting crossing of who deserves what and being one of the undeserving elevated to the deserving when people discovered something useful about her. the fact she was saved by something she was born with contradicts her belief that everyone should be born equal and she’s spent her whole life wanting to sort out that contradiction. she’s not arrogant in that she has personal pride (she honestly seems to think nothing of her own abilities in themselves, because they’re innate), but rather arrogant in that everything in her life has confirmed she is exceptional and the hard proof is in that she got to live in ease and apart from everyone she loved. her “if I can do it then why shouldn’t”-ness of someone who’s been pretty much allowed to do anything because she can. like she has no moral qualm/seems completely unconcerned with other people’s opinions wrt recieving research advice from the guy who experimented on rosmontis:

because she sees ability as something so divorced from someone’s actual self and desires. that’s why she’s so highly driven by emotion and yet it doesn’t affect the quality of her work and why she sees the ‘Awaken’ is something beautiful and frightening at the same time. it’s just to her a thing only to be weighed by what it objectively can and can’t do. at the same time, she says this about rosmontis which seems to also be what she thinks of herself:

all her colleagues think she’s weird or have the wrong sanitized idea about her or know nothing about her and she just doesn’t really care to challenge or change that because it never made perfect sense to her why she is here in the first place. she’s so obsessed with her research she’s lost sight of herself and pretty much takes anyone’s word on their desires at face value: you want to be free from your struggles and put into a nice dream, okay, sure, if it can be done, why not. she got the easy way out and lives in the isolated aftermath so why can’t everyone else. she’s a weird country mouse sequestered up in her city lab…she’s a jerboba 👍

#dv spoilers #arkn #mostly scattered thoughts here but well. dorthy

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As Bria’s immune system fought off her flu, she felt extremely tired. She slept a lot. So much so that Brad became worried. He emailed her oncologist about it. She responded that three naps a day was normal for someone as sick as her. He had every reason to be concerned because it was a very scary situation. She slept in until ten and then slept for up to three hours three times a day. He made sure she ate when she was awake and he bathed her every day after dinner.

Bath time was their favorite part of the day. It was just meant for them. He got to touch her in ways that only he could as her boyfriend. They couldn’t make love, so this replaced that. I love you. She loved him, too. He wished he could take away the cancer because it was slowly trying to kill the woman he loved. But, he couldn’t. His biggest fear was losing her.

He cried in private, as he begged to save her life. Fuck cancer! It didn’t have the right to take her away from him! He wanted to hold on to her tightly and never let her go. She was the first and only woman he had ever loved as much as he loved her. He wanted to marry her and hopefully, have a family with her. A Jewish wedding, of course with his parents and brothers. The band was also invited. Maybe her biological father and stepmother.

He would respect her decision on that. Maybe Mike would give her away, or his father. He could see either one of them bringing her down the aisle in her white wedding dress. Forever. That was how long he wanted to spend with her. It would be difficult but he wanted to try.

Even if forever was only four years. He wanted to spend it with her. Through sickness and in health. Mike asked him during band practice how far he was willing to go. The band looked at him while he thought about his answer. He would change her diapers and put formula in a feeding tube or he would hand-feed her.

“It’s not just about right now. You also have to think about the future. Nobody knows what’s going to happen tomorrow or next year. Her prognosis is good, but anything can happen. Maybe it will end up in her brain. It’s very hard, I know. We all know that. Nothing is certain.”

He nodded. “That’s my biggest fear. I don’t want to wake up one day to find out she died. Nothing can prepare you for that.”

They agreed. All they had was right now. Still, they had to prepare for the worst while hoping and praying for the best. She coughed into her arm while eating a bowl of chicken noodle soup. He rubbed her back. Did it go down the wrong tube? No, she just had to cough. Did anything come out? She shook her head. Good. He kissed the side of her head.

They had an appointment the next day to discuss the progress of her chemotherapy. He told the band he would be late. That was perfectly okay. After, she would hang out with them since Joyce and Donn had to work. He had headphones and face masks ready, along with hand sanitizer, snacks, water bottles, a hat, and her blanket. She joked about bringing a toddler with him to work. He laughed. She would have fun watching them practice.

And she did! They hugged her when she showed up. Yes, they washed their hands before they touched her. She looked like she was very sick, which saddened them. But, they put on a happy face for her. She was placed out of the way before being given her whiteboard, marker, and headphones. The blanket was already on her lap and the hand sanitizer was in her side pocket.

She also had her bottle of water. Chester asked about the whiteboard. That was for her to communicate with since her sore throat made it hard for her to talk. That made sense. She put the headphones on. Was she ready for a free concert? She gave them two thumbs up, making them laugh. Ok, good! That was what she got! They went through each song until it was perfect. She removed her mask to take drinks of water before putting it back up.

Mike helped her to the bathroom during one of their breaks. When she got back, she wrote on the whiteboard: FUCKING AWESOME! They laughed when they read it. Somehow, she managed to take a nap through their loud playing. They noticed her with her eyes closed. Rob checked on her and discovered she was asleep. They decided to leave her be.

They checked on her during their next break. Yeah, she was okay. Two hours later, she woke up. Joe asked her how she could sleep with their loud music. I was fucking tired and these headphones block out a lot of noise, so it’s not as loud. I can still hear you guys, though. You sound fucking awesome! They didn’t mind her falling asleep because she needed her rest, especially since she was fighting the flu virus. Even so, she was still their biggest cheerleader!

Rob secretly confessed to Brad that he had a crush on him. He was scared to tell him because he didn’t want to add to his stress. Even with his crush, he could put his feelings aside for his happiness. He just had to tell him because it was eating him up. Brad thanked him for his honesty. He also appreciated that he thought about his feelings.

“Rejection is hard. I know and I wish I could make this easier because I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to lose you as a friend or a brother. I am honestly proud of you for telling me. I can’t imagine how scary that must have been. No matter what, I will always be here for you.”

“Thank you. That means a lot to me!”

“You’re welcome!”

They hugged before going back to everyone. Joe, Chester and Mike were keeping Bria company. They talked to her and she wrote her responses. It was like having a genuine conversation. She wrote about her cats. They liked to jump up on her lap and ride around with her. Sometimes they fell asleep on her lap. It was adorable. Did they both sit on her lap or just one at a time?

Sometimes they both did! Tiny almost fell into the bathtub. Joyce was able to pull her off before she fell in. How many times did she have to take a bath? Every day because of germs, even if she didn’t go anywhere. It was just to keep her immune system strong. Through her writing, they found the woman they loved. She was still there. Chester rubbed her back when she coughed into her arm. Nothing came out, but she washed her hands with hand sanitizer.

They replaced her mask with a clean one. Joe went into the bathroom to wash his hands after throwing the old one away. Mike followed him to see how he was doing. Joe never cried in front of people. It just wasn’t who he was. But when he saw Mike, tears were coming out of his eyes. I’m sorry. He didn’t say anything as he wrapped him in a hug. Thank you.

“You’re welcome. Never be ashamed of showing emotion, even the hard ones. We won’t judge you.”

He nodded. “She’s going to be okay. I just have to think positively. She’s going to beat cancer. I can’t think of anything else.”

“Nobody knows for sure what tomorrow will bring. All we can do is trust the doctors. Come over tonight and hang out. Just us.”

“I will. Thank you.”

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia

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jinxinyi · 7 months

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𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐

Ancient whispers and dusty light choke the air with unseen fingers. Rhysand is careful to keep his eye where he steps, despite knowing that there’s no floor he could fall through.. at least, not that he thinks. If there’s any sort of basement in these ancient museum ruins, he has yet to find an entrance. Still, better safe than sorry. Tiny beams of light filter their way through the cracked floors of the level above, which have made their way through the floors above that, and then the museum roof above those. Somehow, despite the marble trappings and sanitized architecture laid out by a species long-forgotten, the scattered warmth of the sun and sky can still find its way through, giving the waylaid, derelict plant life the nutrients they need to grow, allowing them to thrive in such a cold, unforgiving environment. It’s almost a magical thing to just see the plants growing in cracks in the floor, existing where they once had been centuries before this place was even built, reclaiming their home in the only way they know how. Golden claws gently touch the molded remains of a doorway that was probably once rather impressive. Rhysand glances forlornly at the piles of rotted wood on the floor, very little more then the pulpy remains of its grain, saturated by various forms of plant life embedded deep in its once-powerful visage. He steps over it, carefully, only to marvel at the room he’s now in, the first he’ll explore. Scattered around the room are large displays of nature, ones that Rhysand can only assume were once used to showcase different biomes across Capricorn-13. He can see the dust-laden plaques in front of each, humble whispers of the names spilled by the human tongues of those who had once colonized this place so long ago. Only now, the once-fabricated effigies of nature wrought by their clumsy hands is now overtaken by the true nature that lies alive, set forth by the veins of the earth, the hands of the sun, and the breath of the sky. There, in the center of the room, in the largest, once-perfect circular display, is a tree that has been growing for so many years now that Rhysand doesn’t think he could even begin to guess how ancient it is. It has grown from a seed that was perhaps planted here by these same humans, used for display, and has grown to become so much more than what it was intended for. Through sheer force of nature, it has broken through the ceiling above, and the ceiling above the next floor, and through the shattered glass dome above the museum itself. The roots are thick and knotted, splaying over the sides of the display and sinking themselves into the marble floor, cracking and breaking the tiles to seek out the tender earth beneath, and anchoring itself to this the bones of place for now and forever. Rhysand stands in awe of its sheer command, perhaps feeling a little humbled in its presence. How can he even focus on finding the artifacts he seeks when he is already compelled to stop and stare at the beauty of the world and its wooden fingers bursting from the earth and growing where they were never meant to be? There is something poetic in all of that, he thinks. Perhaps one of these days, he might turn a blind eye to something so simple and yet so beautiful, and he hopes that day will never come. Artifacts come and go, but nature in all her beauty has proved time and time again that it is, in fact, timeless. Centuries mean nothing; the bones of the earth are forever. He stares at it for a few more moments before starting to press onward. He’ll return here before he leaves, not wanting to leave without seeing it at least one more time.

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For any public event, ensuring that the bathrooms are kept clean and hygienic is essential. This is why our fully trained team of toilet attendants are available to keep our portable toilets in tip-top condition all throughout the day. Our professional toilet attendants ensure that every toilet is regularly checked and serviced so that you and your guests can enjoy the cleanest environment possible.

A Variety of Options to Choose From

At Rent-A-Toilet, we have a wide range of portable toilets to suit any event. From basic models with a single stall and basic amenities, to deluxe models with a full range of features such as sanitary towels, air conditioning, and entertainment systems, we provide a variety of options for every budget. In addition, we also offer customization services to ensure that the bathrooms fit the specific needs and theme of your event.

Outstanding Support & Assistance

When renting from Rent-A-Toilet, you can expect nothing less than outstanding customer service and support. Our friendly and knowledgeable team is happy to answer any questions that you may have and will provide you with advice and directions on how to set up the toilets. Furthermore, we take the hassle out of organizing events by offering delivery and setup of our portable toilets.

Exemplary Customer Service & Satisfaction

At Rent-A-Toilet, customer service and satisfaction are of utmost importance. Our staff is available around the clock to provide you with exemplary service and ensure that you have the best possible experience when renting portable toilets from us. From the moment you place your order to the day of the event, you can rest assured knowing that every aspect of your experience with Rent-A-Toilet will be handled with the utmost care and professionalism.

Conclusion

Overall, the advantages of investing in a luxury portable restroom can significantly improve the experience of guests attending an event. Not only does it help create a comfortable, luxurious atmosphere that attendees can appreciate, but it also offers the essential amenities that can make any event more enjoyable. Furthermore, luxury porta-potties can offer a level of convenience and flexibility that traditional restrooms may not provide. Given all these advantages, choosing to invest in a luxury portable restroom can be a wise decision for event planners who want to make their event the best it can be.

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