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tourmelion · 8 months
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If all movies were connected, and mega mind is the undisputed future
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Do you think bal would eventually become mega minds baby seal leather boots
Not my art btw
Idk who drew this
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wayti-blog · 8 months
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The Connected Universe
“The CONNECTED UNIVERSE explores new understandings in science that reveal a bigger picture of interconnection than we have ever imagined. This eye opening film explores how the fundamental experience of being human is also about connection… and how this experience may be altered by these breakthroughs in science. Will the journey through these ideas make it possible for you to feel more “connected” in your own life?”
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the-path-inside · 2 years
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Image generated by the-path-inside using DALL-E 2 and edited. View my other creations here. "The universe is a continuous web. Touch it at any point and the whole web quivers." - Stanley Kunitz
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theking45tr · 7 months
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Do I make a connect universe of my fanfics?
*yes
The crossover fanfic is not canon even horror is not canon
The Wattpad story fanfic universe that is canon
*kings.
* the reboot of miraculous ladybug and cat noir.
Is the only two is connected more retailing story and original story is coming.
Kings is the first that the only 3 hero's it make sense for them to be the first.
Miraculous is after kings so more info included in the twsfu.
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noxcheshire · 2 months
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I just think
It’d be really neat if Danny looked more like Martha Wayne than Thomas Wayne.
LIKE
I love the Danny Fenton looks like Thomas Wayne or Danny Fenton is Thomas Wayne reincarnated — but the BEAUTY of Martha??
Of Alfred interacting for under five minutes with Danny, dabbing his eyes and going, “That is indeed Martha,” I WANT IT. I want Martha who was spunky and sassy and wanted to do good for her town the same way Danny wants to do good for Amity Park.
I want Martha who loved to take Bruce and the family out to star gaze because her baby had never seen the stars before, and the way his eyes light up like a mini galaxy takes her breathe away the same way that Danny feels when he turns his head up to the sky yearning for something he knew loved but doesn’t know what.
I want Martha who would literally find trouble in a paper bag because she can’t help her curiosity the same way Danny can’t help tripping over his own ghostly tail and making a mess of things before he figures things out.
I want Martha who would fight men who thought they held power, going absolutely feral from stress the same way Danny does when he’s tired of not being able to do his homework or pick up a vacuum against the wall to clean because ghosts.
I want Martha who loved the pearl necklace that Bruce had picked out for her birthday, and Danny reaches towards his neck and startles when his fingers only touch skin when he is certain there was something supposed to be there. I want Danny whose eyes linger on whites and pearls when he passes by open window stores in the mall, fingers itching to flick a nail against the smooth surfaces.
I want Martha who died bleeding underneath the hand of a gun, hoping to everything above that her boy would be safe, and Danny whose body burns at merely looking at the makeshift guns his parents create in the lab, his heart pounding desperately with a yearning to save there was someone she wanted to save the ghosts.
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thebleedingsky · 1 year
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It was dark. An endless darkness filling a closeted space. The door on the other end was locked, and he only had so many steps he could move before he met it. Three days ago, he'd been shoved inside, three days ago without any way out. Any noise he made, and scratches would start at the door. They were a small, little rackety noise, scratching and scratching their way into the center of his eardrums.
Two days ago, after the first few hours, he'd stopped calling out his mom's name. She was the one who'd shoved him in here, her eyes devoid of any sense of feeling. The last thing she'd ever said to him was about the weather.
"It's quite nice out, isn't it? I think I'll go for a walk," That was the last thing she'd said, staring right past him, as she'd slammed the closet door in his face.
He couldn't understand it, no matter how hard he tried. He's screamed out to her, banging his hand against the door, but she hadn't said a single thing more. All that she uttered now were strange little whispers, whispers that echoed anytime he tried to push open the door.
Today however, with lowering energy and desperation fraying his nerves, he'd make it out. He was not going to die of dehydration in a cramped closet. When he got out, he'd...Maybe he'd call Child Protective Services.
Stepping as far back as he could, he kicked out at the door. The scratching started again, but that didn't matter. With another kick, he felt the door push backwards. Finally, on the third kick, the worn hinges shattered, and the door fell backwards.
He'd expected to see his mom, standing diligently in-front of the door, scratching insistently. Instead, there was nothing. What he saw was the living room, as it had always been, but with nobody beside himself in it.
Thinking that perhaps his mother had ran to the side, he stepped out further, and looked towards the kitchen, only to find nobody there either. Further he stepped, looking wildly around the room. To his utter confusion...He was alone.
Moving throughout the house in a daze, he first checked his room. His phone sat silently on his desk as it had before. Grabbing at it, he tapped it on, staring towards the thousands of missed texts that lit up his screen. All of them had stopped yesterday.
Further through the house he went, checking the office; nothing. The guest bedroom held small dust bunnies in the corner, and a singular emblem in the middle of the bed. Approaching, he found what looked to be a nestling of twigs splayed in random directions.
Desperate to get to the bottom of this, and figure out why he'd been left in a closet for three days, he rushed past the kitchen, and into the Master Bedroom that his parents slept in. Slamming open the door and rushing inside-
His father sat in the direct middle of the bed, his body was tilting back and forth. Slowly, he flipped on the light, and everything halted. His dad's pants were lying on the floor, but that hardly seemed to matter. The skin was melted directly into the fabrics, as if somebody had dumped acid over his body. More than that, his mom's face sat lower on the bed, with her entire body splayed out, as if somebody had torn open her skin, and carefully started sewing it into the fabric of the bed itself.
He stepped back, vomit rushing out of his mouth. Tears welled into his eyes as he collapsed before the sight. Nerve endings were reaching outwards from the floor, physically moving as if in some invisible wind.
Something snapped as he backpedaled, shoving his body backwards. That was when his father's eyes looked up to meet his own. There were no tears in those eyes, there was no reaction in those eyes. What stared back at him was no longer his father's face, no longer the person that he'd known and loved his entire life.
The words that came out of that amalgamation were garbled and no longer human. He heard sentences that strung together, but they were archaic imitations of English.
That was when it happened, as if it couldn't get any worst. His father's body started to move, flesh plopping outwards, as if jutting from a socket. What he looked towards were no longer legs, they were amassments of flesh, pieced together in random directions, and somehow managing to pull the body forwards. There was no question of what it wanted.
He took a step back, prepared to run, only to find his foot tangled into the nerves, the nerves that he'd thought couldn't move. He stared helplessly towards the body of his father as it approached.
As the flesh touched him, something started to slither from the older man's skin. It felt like a snake against his cheek, cold as it pushed forwards, prodding at his ear. There was a twinge of pain, as it maneuvered its way inside. A twine that all but disappeared as he felt it touch his brain.
The last thing he would ever remember was his mother's face. Her eyes were missing, and he would never find them. He would never get to find his mother's eyes. His dad's voice groaned, and everything went white.
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brennan-lee-mother · 2 months
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Imagine if KVX bank turning blue and Oisin being blue is a total coincidence and we're all just being super fantasy racist against dragonborns
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beybuniki · 2 months
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AU where Deku stays quirkless and he enrolls in UA's support department, he and bakugo befriend each other because they take the same train to school & Deku approaches him because they're both batfam fans :) they bond over common interest which also inspires them to work togetherrrrrr
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steddieas-shegoes · 4 months
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AU where Steve has decent parents. They aren’t great, but they’re not bad. They show up for major things and tell him they love him, but they don’t understand him. They don’t get that he needs more than that.
So Steve’s nanny keeps in contact with him even after she’s let go because “Steve doesn’t need looking after” at the age of 10. She checks in with him all the time.
Ms. Munson is always bringing him a dish from her own dinner with her brother and son, making sure he has someone at the awards days at school, makes sure he has gifts at Christmas that he’ll actually like.
But she never invites him to her home and it doesn’t hit him until his senior year of high school that she’s Eddie Munson’s mom, that they live in the trailer park that he was never allowed to go to, that her brother must be Wayne, who took him fishing once when he got his heart broken by his first girlfriend.
He’s a different person now, but not to Eddie.
As time goes on, and he experiences more trauma than any single person should, and he gets Robin as a platonic soulmate, he realizes that Ms. Munson still shows up. His parents don’t bother much anymore, but she does.
And two days before spring break of ‘86, she sends Eddie to Steve’s house with a care package.
When Steve shuffles through the items, he nearly chokes on his own spit when he finds a bag of pre-rolled joints.
Eddie comes up with excuses, brushes it off as just a friendly gesture for someone his mom cares so much about.
But Steve won’t hear it. He asks him to stay and smoke one with him, take the edge off since he’s been dealing with midterms.
They get high on his back patio, talking and laughing late into the night, so late that Eddie almost worries he’ll have to go to school in his clothes from the day before.
Steve won’t hear it, offers his shower and his “most metal” clothes- his only black jeans and a plain white t-shirt with the sleeves cut off- and says he can sleep there for the couple of hours left before school.
Eddie wakes up to Steve making coffee and toast, using the jam his mom had included in the care package and a smile that made Eddie’s cynical heart flop in his chest.
Eddie didn’t think the next time he saw Steve would be when he was holding a broken bottle to his neck, terrified of everything and everyone, but the moment they had a second alone, Steve hugged him close.
“It’s a shit way to be welcomed into the group officially, but I’m glad you’re not alone.”
Steve and Eddie were inseparable while fighting Vecna, both of them insistent on protecting the kids.
When Steve managed to get Eddie to the motel the Munsons were staying in after El managed to get rid of Vecna, Ms. Munson was standing at the door with tears in her eyes.
“My boys.”
She patched them up, better than any doctor probably would have, giving them small kisses on the head when they winced in pain.
And eventually, she tucked them into one of the beds in the room, ignoring how they hadn’t stopped holding hands for the entire night.
She’d been hesitant to introduce them; Eddie, for all his talk of accepting people for who they are, struggled to accept how much she did for Steve, not understanding why he may need it.
But it seemed like she didn’t need to force anything. They found their way together in the end.
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poreyneel · 5 months
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You locked your house, but I'm inside I count to ten and let you hide I'm the knife cutting your blouse The wicked whisper in your ear
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wayti-blog · 2 years
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The evidence strongly indicates that stars are connected to their planets and to other stars. All galaxies are connected. The more we look carefully the entire universe is interconnected by plasma birkeland current filaments and the electrical interactions of all locations are fairly similar. Just with differing strengths and sizes; the process seems to be scalable.
Electric Universe
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stil-lindigo · 9 months
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ashes to ashes.
a short comic about the day Ash was born.
Ash's story
Red and Wolf's story
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shit-talker · 1 month
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I think a really fun idea to explore with Tim would be the idea of him having Hyperthymesia.
Hyperthymesia is an ability that allows people to recall almost every event of their life in great detail. It's extremely rare and honestly doesn't have that much research done on it, but recent studies have suggested that people with this ability are limited to autobiographical memories, people with HSAM sometime tend to show symptoms of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and may demonstrate obsessive tendencies.
I think it would be an interesting way to explain why Tim was able to recall his first meeting with Dick Grayson and connect the dots to seeing Robin. Tim does display a lot of obsessive behaviours, and while he doesn't really physically display compulsion (like someone with OCD would typically display) there certainly is a strong case to be made for him potentially having it.
But also, can you imagine how fucking horrible it would be for Tim to remember each and every traumatic thing that ever happens to him as a hero and those memories just never fading. Yes, it would make him a better detective and allow him to be arguably smarter than your average joe, but at what cost?
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fras-redacted-shapes · 3 months
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Paranatural women and their sidekicks!
is it just me or so they have the same hairstyles?
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deltastorm101 · 2 months
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Alan Wake 2 — A Love Letter | Development Diary
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