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daisychainsandbowties · 11 months
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ava only fully understanding now what mary had lost in shannon, having picked up more of the story than mary had been willing to share in those scant few weeks before her disappearance. having had time to sit with herself and be able to look back and see the way mary had been so thoroughly wrapped around an absence, a corpse, and now in the aftermath clinging so tightly to her, to this idea of what she could have done to bea had she not survived
picking the story out of bea like unwrapping a wound. nights in switzerland with the windows open and the lights off and the whole world reduced to beatrice’s voice.
talking about mary so precisely, never slipping on the grammar. always mary is, like words alone could bring her home. but then the shift, inevitable, as beatrice draws the past out of her pocket like an old receipt and smooths it onto the table so that ava can look, breathing in a half-forgotten scent.
cedarwood and oil paint drying (‘it takes a very long time’). turpentine and a mug full of paint water and shannon’s mouth against it. charcoal dust and pencils scattered over her desk. boots propped by the door.
how mary would look at her. the glancing touches, the way they’d hold each other after missions and it made beatrice think of atoms colliding at great speed. turning into light, turning everything to dust.
beatrice looking down at her hands as the grammar shifts to shannon was.
when ava phases, her body turns to diffuse light, threads of scattered gold. she wants to ask beatrice if there’s ever a trace, a sketch, a silhouette of someone else inside that light.
she doesn’t ask, but when mary comes back she tells ava that she sees shannon everywhere. in the light falling down behind the hills. in roof tiles and old hoodies and too many pairs of boots.
‘do you see her in me?’
‘i see her in beatrice. with you it’s… more of a feeling.’
‘like a vibe?’
a slow, fond smile. ‘sure. it’s like a vibe.’
both of them roasting marshmallows on a campfire and beatrice just visible between the trees, stooping to collect more wood. when mary speaks again her voice has an ache inside it.
‘sometimes when i’m standing next to you i forget where i am, and it’s like i’m catching her light, casting her shadow.’
ava taking her hand, putting her head on mary’s shoulder and feeling a sudden surge of warmth in the halo. like a hand reaching out to grasp them both.
but all she says is, ‘you fucked up your marshmallow.’
they swap sticks so that when bea comes back she kneels next to ava, puts her hand over ava’s hand to teach her how to do it right. mary shaking with silent laughter as ava pretends to be clueless for the sake of bea saying, ‘here, like this. close but not too close to the flames.’
ava thinking too late, i’m already in the fire. i’m already alight.
kissing bea when she’s finished her demonstration and making her taste-test the perfectly cooked marshmallow. mary groaning and ava laughing into bea’s mouth, tasting sugar, carbon, fire.
watching mary sit next to the dying light as bea sets up their sleeping bags. ava privately of the opinion that they definitely don’t need two of them. then turning, seeing mary upset the ashes, look into the sky, lips moving.
maybe it’s prayer. ava knows she prayed to beatrice on the other side.
going into the tent and kissing bea slow, tender, hiding an apology in her mouth, on the inside of her arm, between her breasts. knowing she was almost an absence, like shannon. a loss, a thing of light and dust. knowing mary will never unravel it from her bones. but knowing, as she did when she kissed bea the first time, that love is worth holding, worth having. even for an instant, for the length of a kiss and a goodbye.
that a house is only ever haunted because someone lived in it, slept in it, painted its walls and ate meals in the kitchen. she wakes up in the morning and mary’s there, making coffee, telling ava that shannon always put a spoonful of sugar in hers, but no milk.
‘bittersweet?’
‘yeah.’
and ava knows from bea that mary drinks her coffee unsweetened, but sometimes with a little milk. and yet watching as mary pours out the coffee and empties a sugar packet into hers. sipping it and looking out at the trees, at the forest, at all these places shannon has never touched.
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cottoncandysprite · 4 months
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Y'all ever look back and realize your least fav character in your fav show was actually the one most painfully similar to who you were when you first watched it
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Clone wars headcanons that I'm posting just in time for May 4th
Anakin can’t finish a movie or tv show by himself to save his fucking life like something in his brain prevents him from finishing it without someone there to talk about it 
But he’ll try over and over and over again to a point where he will have the first half of the show memorized but still not know how it ends
He needs someone to keep him there and actually pay attention and there’s very few people that actually have the time or determination to do it (Aka Ahsoka) 
Ahsoka and Anakin watching a movie or show together is very different than watching it with the group cause Obi-Wan and Rex need total silence to enjoy a show (they’ve snapped at the duo a couple of times cause they kept asking “Okay so what the kriff does that mean”)
Padme doesn’t mind the talking as much as Rex and Obi-Wan but after a while the constant talking and theorizing and rewinding gets to her as well 
Unfortunately Ahsoka and Anakin need to talk to process media so half the time they just send emotions or questions through their bond to keep everyone happy 
I once saw a post say “do you think Ahsoka remembers how Anakin’s laugh sounded” and that question knocked the wind out of my lungs and made me cry for longer than I’d like to admit  
But it also made me realize that I can’t remember what their laughs sound like cause I don’t think they do so very often which means I get to create new laughs for them 
Anakin’s laugh is a strange and awkward little thing and sometimes people comment that it sounds like it hurts him (because he’s an emo little weirdo who doesn’t like to show he laughs) 
It’s very clunky and sometimes sounds like ill-fitted gears shifting but it’s also weirdly infectious and fills a lot of people with warmth
Ahsoka’s is equally as weird and infectious it’s very animalistic kind of like a fox’s laugh (aka very high-pitched and fucking adorable) she’s very giggly around the people she’s comfortable with 
Anakin would say that Padme’s laugh sounds like a wind chime and that's true for her fake ass senator laugh that’s controlled and most of the time forced 
But her real laugh that she lets out with family is a snorty hiccupy little thing that puts a stupid smile on Anakin’s face 
Obi-Wan’s laugh is breathy sounding sometimes wheezy but otherwise quiet sometimes people will catch him off guard and they get a kinda loud “HA” out of it but that’s the loudest it’ll get 
I know we technically heard Rex’s laugh in the clone wars movie but you can’t tell me this man wouldn’t cackle 
Like fully body doubled over laughter that shakes a damn room Anakin has joked once or twice that Rex has blown out his eardrum which just makes him laugh louder 
There is one person in the whole galaxy that Anakin trusts to fix his prosthetic and that’s Ahsoka 
He didn’t even trust the arm at first which made him take it apart entirely no one asked him questions about how he got the parts to fix it they all just let him fiddle with it because they thought it was his way of coping 
He normally gets pretty twitchy and cagey when people hold his prosthetic (besides Ahsoka obvi) Padme usually gets the best reception and by best reception I mean he doesn’t snatch it out of her hands 
Obi-Wan swears to this day the first time he picked up Anakin’s prosthetic the boy almost dislocated both their shoulders trying to get it back 
The first time Ahsoka fixed his arm was also when Anakin physically couldn’t because he was in too much pain
He talked her through the repair process tho and thanked the universe that he was hyped up on pain meds because he was sure that’s the only reason he was so calm 
Even after he recovered he showed her the proper way to fix the arm and let her take it apart and put it back together a couple of times 
He would never admit it but it is kind of a relief to have someone who can fix it the same way that he does
And everyone else is grateful that it’s kind of given the young togruta something to do when her master is injured because otherwise she’d be restless 
Sometimes when Anakin and Ahsoka want to confuse Obi-Wan they’ll act like he’s their biological father and blame stuff on him and those conversations will go something like this:
“Honestly Soka it’s not your fault you have ADHD” “You’re so right Skyguy the same could be said about you being autistic we both inherited from Obi-Wan”
The first couple of times he didn’t know how to react (because how tf do you react to that) but after a while he would start telling them “You do know we’re not actually related right?”
To which the duo whips out the most overdramatic reactions that entail Ahsoka covering Anakin’s ears and him doing the same to her montrals and they usually take turns to respond with “Master there are younglings present!”
I’m fully convinced that if Tiktok existed in the Star Wars universe Ahsoka would have one and it would be 1. Strangely popular and 2. The weirdest amalgamation of stuff
You’ve got her prank videos (mostly aimed at Anakin), story times (mostly about Anakin Rex and Obi-Wan), get ready with me’s (mostly to hang out with Padme), and her favorite: forcing the boys to dance with her 
The only videos that she has of Obi-Wan dancing are the ones of them dancing at formal events (mostly cause ballroom dancing is the one kind he knows)
Anakin, Rex and the boys are her most frequent victims and my sweet baby angles bless their hearts are stiff as goddamn boards
They’ve got a decent rhythm down and they can all pick up routines pretty fast but Ahsoka has had to train them to let loose a little bit 
It obviously took Anakin the longest to loosen up and that process mostly took place in their shared quarters but it also made me think of a hilarious scenario that goes something like this:
Cody was woken up at 3 am by an unexpected message from Obi-Wan well to be specific it was two messages one video and a text titled “Why are they like this”
When he plays the video he sees Anakin and Ahsoka doing some silly little (obviously choreographed) dance in the kitchen as something is baking in the oven (knowing the duo probably cookies)
Cody’s laughter could be heard throughout the barracks that night
When Ahsoka finally gets her hands on that video (because she does get her hands on that video) she edits the clips of her dancing with Obi-Wan and her dancing with Anakin 
With the caption being something cute and lowkey cheezy like “How I dance with my Dad vs how I dance with my brother” which people eat up because it’s fucking adorable 
There are also a couple of videos that she couldn’t post because it’s Rex her and the boys dancing and goofing off as mission lights and alarms go off in the background
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hamartia-grander · 1 month
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Just talked to my brother on the phone for an HOUR. that's more than he ever talks to me in a week when we're home. Yay <3
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holocene-sims · 5 months
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a sneak peek for an upcoming (timeline tbd) update 😊
#holocene.txt#hlcn: story extras#consider this a thanks for the kind words on gratitude day :)#i wanna respond to everyone individually when i have time and also wax poetic about how much every comment means to me#it really does mean a lot#it's been a rough year and a very lonely year like i'm genuinely just so :/#i lost both of my grandmothers this year very suddenly and the holidays feel empty now and i'm dealing with scary health issues#i finally had a brain mri after waiting for it to get scheduled since JUNE and now i have to wait on results and undergo some other testing#and i'm losing my mind a little because i planned a nice christmas gift for my mom and it feels ruined because the post office lost it#and my dad ruined the whole surprise of it by calling customer support on speaker phone with her in the room...and she ofc heard everything#i just wanted something nice for my mom :( she deserves it and although i have other gifts for her still it's not all what i planned#i don't mean to rant but i just wanted to add context when i say it means a lot that anyone even remotely likes my pixels#i may not know most of you very well *yet* (trying to fix that!!) but it's nice to feel a little support from somewhere :) beyond nice#and sorry for being absent a lot this year but i swear i have so much appreciation for y'all and i love you and your pixels dearly#i always feel bad like maybe it doesn't seem like i care in return bc i'm offline a lot now but i really do!! i care a lot!! love y'all xox
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c-hrona · 1 year
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- ° N i̊ e R:  S u b m a s _ .
3M Route Part 2
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First Act | End of First Act | Second Arc | 3M Route | H2 Route
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3M is still searching for H2, trying to find him to put an end to his grief once and for all. The Forest Kingdom is one of those places where he appeared before him and I4 so it must be there, somewhere.
While searching, he finds a graveyard. This makes he remember a very old mission he did with I4.
They were asked to find a Resistance member who had disappeared. They did all the research, only to discover their corpse. I4 took whatever he could to bring it back to the Resistance member. The Resistance android thanked them and told them about the funeral ritual that human did back in the days.
Their words remained within I4 and 3M, to the point where I4 gave his earrings to 3M, and 3M gave his to I4: like this, they always had something of eachother with them, to not feel alone, in case something happened.
After finding a good spot, on a rock surrounded by beautiful white flowers, 3M leaves I4 earrings. With the makeshift tomb, he hopes to find respite, and the revenge he desperately needs. He will carry on I4 frown, until his own death.
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It's just me and the 2 different season 4s that destroyed me
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firelightfoxes · 1 year
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bat? lemur? fox? who knows
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boilingheart · 1 year
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best thing about mathias shaw is that there's just no sex appeal. zero. none. nada. this guy's got no rizz or whatever they're calling it these days. nothing. yeah he's like well built he's a master spy and one of the top rogues for sure, he's uptight and got that van dyke mustache and wears a corset 24/7 but he's just so fucking stick in the mud boring he's a vibe killer being around him is rancid he's so uptight and to the book you can't stand him. he curls his fuckin mustache he smiles at nothing. in theory he is hot as hell. catboy type of modern middle aged man babygirl. my girlfriend in theory. right. but he's so comically unfuckable. old white guy child soldier who's never fucking smiled in his life until flynn fairwind showed up. shout out to flynn fairwind, who is overflowing with raw sex appeal and charm and charisma, who took one look at this boring unsalted alliance spymaster who curls his mustache and hides his personality behind 37 reinforced walls, said "i can fix him" and then he DID. it's so funny to me. i'm correct about everything btw.
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anthruser · 2 months
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I GUESS!?!?? Listen, sometimes 5 tiers just isn't fucking enough for such diversity in characters. 4th tier is really important for a lot of reasons.
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jellydragons · 27 days
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Wind blinked, running through the (admittedly small) list of Skyloftians he’d met over the past day and coming up dry.
“Who’s Azure?” he asked.
Zelda gave a vaguely sheepish chuckle, hands coming up to play with the ribbons laced through her hair.
“I forgot you guys wouldn’t know,” she said. “Azure’s my loftwing.”
Oh.
“Oh,” Wind said faintly.
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nervocat · 18 days
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GUYS I'M FREAKING OUT OMG THE LIVESTREAM THE LIVESTREAM THE LIVESTREAM THE LIVESTR
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tunastime · 7 months
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On Finales (Stretching Endless Night)
Here you guys go: the joke chapter for Stretching Endless Night! I couldn't help myself on AO3 and the 'Major Character Death' warning was too good not to indulge in.
Here’s the thing: things don’t always end up how they’re supposed to. 
It’s a well known fact—it’s also a caveat. The unknown is a fear, too, a liability, a risk. It’s a well-known one of those, too, one that both Etho and Bdubs were familiar with.
The thing about that risk is that sometimes it can be ignored. It can be put to the back burner and set aside and have something be thrown over it to obscure it from view so that risk becomes out of sight, out of mind, and Etho and Bdubs were very good at having things go out of sight when they were out of mind. It was like their whole relationship balanced on not knowing and forgetting and apologizing for not knowing and forgetting and wasn’t that just the funniest thing.
They don’t make it.
That’s the other thing—the other thing that ends up not how it’s supposed to. Which is horrible, given how much they tried. But isn’t it worth trying anyway? Isn’t it worth always fighting against the odds, to not accept that there’s a no-win scenario? Isn’t that what Xisuma used to say? When did he start saying that; was it after he lost Tango? Maybe after he came back?
You normally don’t have to deal with altitude sickness in space. Given that the altitude normally doesn’t have an effect anymore because there simply isn’t any oxygen left to thin. But it thinned on the STS-143, and the bends kill faster than altitude sickness, and infection does, too. And in the end, it wasn’t anyone’s fault. Maybe it’s better that there was no one to blame.
Hands locked together, fingers pressed to the shallow valleys of knuckles, of space between fingers, heads tucked against once warm shoulders, canisters of oxygen left at hips. If it were any other time, it might be sad. If it were any other universe, it might be poetic.
When Bdubs and Etho are found together, curled in like two parentheses with oxygen between them, it’s poetic. And it’s a touch sad. And it’s a story. And it’s just one more entry into a data log. Etho and Bdubs die, and the smooth rotation of the Prometheus continues, and the Spacer is tugged along behind the Rift, and nobody speaks. Nobody has the words.
But that’s not how this really ends, is it?
Somewhere, quietly, an EKG continues to beep.
Tango sets the Rift on autopilot.
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misclogarts · 1 month
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asian parents will literally do everything except get their kid therapy (devotion 2019)
#this is a half joke btw i have an even more coherent analysis on i'm just. processing because HOLY SHIT.#RED CANDLE GAMES. first off like with detention the visuals are one of (if not) THE strongest point of the game#in how it gets you immersed into the setting and story especially. it does an amazing job of telling a story without using too much words a#as a fan of horror this honest to god broke my heart because it not only is so tragic but it hits close to home 😭#i have so much more to say but i can't get my thoughts together atm. it's a shame that this was taken down from steam because it's SO GOOD.#honestly i kind if cried a little (a lot) at some parts and especially at the end.. having cultural context just does that to you huh anywa#itlogthoughts#edit: yellow tulips in the context of the game's setting means hope and cheer. it is planted to bring good luck; fortune; or better times#in this essay i will-#okay but it's the fact that mei folded tulips to manage her anxiety and in the end also loved her yellow tulip plant dearly#(*and the yellow tulip referred to in the hallway scene during the ritual; the man speaking may be referring to the protagonist rather than#-his daughter. and how he sacrificed his body money and blood to keep hope that his daughter could “be rid” of her illness)#and how in one scene her room is covered from floor to ceiling in yellow tulips. i might fall ill#it's the way she even hoped to the end that she would be alright; that she would recover and her parents would watch her on tv together?#as a family? i might cry again sorry guys
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singsweetmelodies · 10 months
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the wonderful @hrhgeorgerussell tagged me to share a WIP snippet several days ago, and because I'm unfortunately both busy and forgetful, I'm only getting to it now 🥲🙈 but here we go now! the latest developments in the 2023 kissing fic (which should be posted before Friday as a much-needed good luck charm/sacrifice to the racing gods before yet another bloody sprint weekend)
We are not getting drunk on a race weekend again, Pear, Charles replies, very sternly. Andrea nearly murdered me after Montreal. 
Spoilsport, Pierre texts, followed by a veritable flurry of disappointed face emojis. There are so many of them that Charles knows Pierre doesn't truly care whether they get drunk or not – he's just trying to get a reaction out of Charles. 
Well, Charles can certainly give him a reaction.
I'll make it up to you, he promises, and doesn't even think twice about adding a little kiss emoji at the end. 
I'm listening, Pierre replies, and Charles doesn't need to be able to see him to know he'll have settled back more comfortably wherever he's sitting, one arm stretched up behind his head and a too-attractive smirk on his lips.
🤭
tagging @hourcat, @duquesademiel, @wolfiemcwolferson, @river-ocean, @pinkierre, @yukierres, @moonlight0starlighte, @francophones, and @leclercenjoyer, if any of you feel like sharing a little something for, um, *checks calendar* Snippet Tuesday? *smiles winningly* 😬😁🥰
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transingthoseformers · 10 months
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You talked about SG quintessons being like the pemalites, and i want to hear more
This post might not go through because my wifi is absolutely fragged right now, but let me go bring down one of my Animorphs books, fuck I haven't touched these suckers (affectionate) in years
Now I'm gonna be using books 10: the android and the Ellimist Chronicals as references, as again it's been years, fuck it's been so long I missed the smell of these books.
Our first excerpt sets up our initial situation: the pemalites (and likely the SG quintessons) were a quite long lived race, just... loving life. Loving their own lives, and the lives of others. Just... a sweet race, imo the pemalites were the closest damn thing to an objectively morally good race. page 102 (10: the android)
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Here's our explanation for why they made the chee (and, possibly a similar line of thinking for the SG quintessons?), page 103 (10: the android)
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This just says what we've established again but i just wanted to show it. page 104 (10: the android)
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Now this is also a part that majorly reminded me of what i can see the SG Quintessons having done, spreading life throughout the galaxy (carefully of course as to not cause invasive species. I suspect that, respectively in the cases of Ellimist and Quintus, they were taught quite well to avoid that.) page 181 (the ellimist chronicles)
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Now i admit i still have a lot to learn about the baseline quintessons, but i feel like the SG quintessons in general would have valued peace and freedom, and that the self arguing we see in canon in SG can be depicted as far more constructive criticism rather than destructive. I'm ultimately fascinated by the setup the Quintessons have between their faces, and how they're ultimately parts of a whole.
... now, you can fully argue that the majority of their species went through an event/attack like the Howlers' attack on the pemalites (though, unlike the pemalites, i believe the sg Quintessons would be only pushed to the brink of extinction rather than fully succumbing to it).
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