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theminecraftbee · 11 months

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also. okay bringing up scar's sock puppet alien. went back to watch that episode. the moment of genuine silence from doc when scar's response to him calling it dangerous was "oh, a few things went missing in the jungle, but nothing that important" is like. scar what the fuck,

#we need more villain scar. we need it so badly.#scar voice: oh yeah i know your friends vanished in the jungle but it doesn't matter :)#scar voice: let me show you this alien living in a pit in the jungle with bones and an etho head :)#scar voice: it's not scary it's my friend! :)#i love him. what the FUCK was that

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daisychainsandbowties · 8 months

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forever sad we'll never get to see beatrice's face in those moments right after the kiss. i'm talking right before they break apart and then immediately after while they're still resting their foreheads together. like was she crying too? did she open her eyes first? did she look peaceful or devastated?

i can never escape from the fact that beatrice has just, in the same breath, found faith in the mouth of a girl and watched that same holy thing slip through her hands.

she really is both orpheus and eurydice in that moment. she is being asked - kissed into compliance, implored with every sacred inch of this girl she loves - to walk out of hell and she is the ghost left on the threshold of death, watching her lover erupt into light.

there’s so much grace in ava in that moment, so much bravey because i think if i were going to my death and there was a hand i could hold on the way to it… i’d cling to that.

but ava is still so intent on not being a burden to anyone. it breaks my heart, watching her melt into light and how her face goes from this saintlike thing, full of soft longing, to a mask of bravery. a funeral dirge for a heartbeat.

she’s so brave and you can see in that shot; the cross of light on her shoulders. you see beatrice standing there and i think she knows then that her hands are not overfull with ava; they are just empty without her.

she’s being asked to become orpheus. and no, ava won’t be behind her - trapped at the gates in the mouth of the monster, but she wants her to turn, and walk, and let her go. we know how well beatrice has rehearsed for this, but from the moment she clings to the bars in the museum, watching ava drop like a star, we know that it doesn’t matter how well she understands the steps to this dance of leaving; she wants ava to teach her something new.

i talk all the time about beatrice and touch but i think another aspect of her learning to reach out is the fact that she also learns how to not let go.

because i think beatrice has been let go very often in her life. and she’s had to let go of others in return. and then she encounters something that she can’t surrender. a blow she cannot turn the other cheek to accept.

i’m always captivated by how she holds ava when they find out that they’ve lost mary - it’s the first hint we get that maybe this story is about refusing to let go. it’s about the hunger (ava cramming croissants into her mouth, beatrice wanting her hands to be filled, her water to wine) and beatrice learning to fight not for a cause, which is easy, but for herself. and she holds ava and then we DO see her face and it’s not yet resolve but it is the first sign that she won’t let ava go, the “you are my best friend, and i cannot watch you die.”

and ava tries to say “okay then, don’t look.” she offers beatrice the chance to walk out of hell, to never look back, but of couse she does. that’s just how the story goes.

#warrior nun #avatrice #thinking of that mary oliver poem ‘in blackwater woods’ and ‘to love what is mortal…#‘to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends in it; and when the time comes #to let it go’#i think there’s some significance to not seeing bea face here #it’s like… she is not orpheus she is eurydice and so the looking would make her vanish #again this makes no sense but aaaahhhh they make me insane #anon

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vllergy · 9 days

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relations & afflictions

random allergy fic, 2.3k, old ocs of mine jin-young is a cop (he has the kink because of who i am as a person) vesen is a big tall hot alien assassin aliens and humans are working together but it's still pretty new and things are awkward jin and vesen 100% fall in love with each other eventually that's basically all you need to know

Something’s been bothering Vesen’s nose ever since they left the warehouse. His insistence on delaying the inevitable is only driving both the offending appendage, and Jin by extension, insane.

There’s a lot Jin has yet to figure out about his alien partner. Human and Kheelen relations are touch and go as it is, and the fact that they’ve paired officers up like this for police work is a shoddy effort at best to keep the peace. There’s just still too much they don’t understand about one another for anything to go smoothly. Case in point—until today, Jin didn’t even know if the Kheelen could sneeze.

It’s not that they look all that different. Bipedal, humanoid, all the same parts and facial features—Kheelen just do everything more elegant and longer it seems like. Even now Vesen has to hunch over slightly to fit all the willowy six foot eight of himself inside Jin’s squad car, and he’s one of the shorter ones of his species. Vesen’s face is similarly angular and lean, almost feline, with deep black eyes and a nose that angles regally off the front of his profile. Jin has always thought the Kheelen look how high fashion used to think supermodels ought to look—distinctly alien, a little off putting, but still undeniably beautiful.

It helps that their skin comes in almost every shade of the rainbow. Vesen’s is a soft lilac, though you wouldn’t catch Jin admitting it. Nor should he even be thinking about how Vesen’s slightly-leaner-than-human nostrils are a little darker purple at the moment as they wriggle and flex with what looks like blatant irritation.

Thankfully, Vesen’s attitude keeps most amorous thoughts of Jin’s to a minimum. The guy’s taciturn, stoic, and doesn’t really give a shit about anyone but himself. He’s got a superiority complex too, but no one at the precinct seems to care. Everyone’s dealing with their own Kheelen partners and the messy diplomatic shitstorms they tend to kick up. It’s just unlucky Jin got the biggest fucking prick of the bunch.

He’s good at what he does though. They call him the Wraith. Jin has never seen anyone move like Vesen does, not even other Kheelen. At the very least, he’s not going to die with him as a partner.

At least, not from phaser fire. He may die from another problem entirely if the guy doesn’t stop sniffling like a leaky faucet next to him for the rest of this ride.

Jin squirms in his seat slightly and tries not to glance at Vesen out of the corner of his eye. Lean, purple forearms are braced against raised knees as the alien sits slightly crunched in the front seat. The seat is pulled all the way back but his legs are so damn long it’s impossible to make him comfortable. Jin thinks about getting the chief to requisition them some new vehicles. This is hardly fair.

Vesen’s dark silk hair is shaved down the sides of his skull and then braided across the top of his head and hung down his back, the braid extending all the way to the bottom of his spine. Self-consciously, Jin runs a hand through his own dark hair. Regulation cut. No frills. Pretty underwhelming all things considered.

His fingers come away dusty when he sets his hand back on the wheel. He frowns at his fingertips, rubbing them together slightly. The warehouse they raided today looked like it had been abandoned for decades. Maybe longer. He’s going to need a full decontamination shower after this—

“h-nNDT!”

His stomach drops. But coolly, he slides his eyes over to his passenger and finds Vesen as relaxed as ever. He’d stifled with barely a sound or movement at all. Only a slight irritated blink gives him away as he recovers

Jin could ignore it, and probably should. But the words are off his lips before he has a chance to stop them.

“I didn’t even know you could sneeze.”

He can feel the simmering fury radiating from the seat beside him as Vesen turns his head. Dark eyes bore into the side of his skull. Jin knows that look without even having to see it—imperious, infuriated.

Then, flatly in the dark baritone he’s come to loathe, Vesen responds, “Why would we not?”

Jin shrugs, “I dunno. Your biology is different from ours in a ton of different ways, I thought maybe you guys just didn’t.”

Vesen sniffs softly. The sound lashes a current of electricity up Jin’s spine.

“That is preposterous.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Jin concedes, “You have noses and you breathe air, so it stands to reason.”

“You—hh?” Vesen pauses, gasps and turns his head away, pressing his knuckle to his septum and flinching into another soundless stifle. He recovers with a dry sniffle and swears in his own language. Jin hasn’t picked up the translation just yet, but he understands the intent just fine.

“Bless you,” he says, and feels a certain thrill at saying it. Especially to Vesen, who by all accounts probably is taking this all as a knock to his pride.

As if on cue, the alien gives him a reproachful look. “What?” he snaps.

Jin waves a hand, “It’s a human saying…well, in some regions. When someone sneezes.”

“Foolish.”

“What do the Kheelen say when someone sneezes?”

“Why are you so interested, Jin-young?”

Jin’s cheeks flush slightly. The question is an honest one, but it’s said with just the right amount of judgment that it feels like it’s getting too close to the truth. He clears his throat and shrugs his shoulders.

“Just making conversation. We’re supposed to be learning about each other, right?”

There’s a long pause. The inside of the car is tense. Finally, Vesen sniffs lightly and sighs.

“We do not say anything. It is not a…common occurrence.”

He says this with a bit of embarrassment, which piques Jin’s interest tenfold. No wonder he hadn’t been sure if the Kheelen even possessed this biological function—he’s worked with enough of them for long enough now he was bound to have seen it happen at least once. But it’s never come up before. Not until this at least.

Trying to keep the angle of the conversation on scholarly curiosity rather than selfish, Jin tilts his head.

“Oh? Why’s that?”

Vesen doesn’t answer for a moment, and when Jin looks over he sees why. The alien is caught with his eyes half-lidded, mouth parted slightly, a shuddering breath quaking under his vest. He shakes his head and suddenly bows it, steepling his hands over his nose and mouth. A very human pose, Jin thinks, despite only having four fingers on each hand.

“hH’DDIISSShhyue!”

Vesen rises from his hands instantly and doesn’t give Jin time to bless him, or even react, “We are a very hardy species. Unlike humans, it takes a great deal to afflict our sensibilities.”

Just to be a dick, Jin blesses him anyway. Vesen cuts him a watery glare before Jin continues, struggling to keep his eyes on the road, “But…something is clearly uh…afflicting you now, right?”

Vesen sniffs pointedly, “It appears so.”

Jin’s boiling alive under his uniform all of a sudden. He knows he should stop fanning the fire but his mouth is moving faster than his brain, and he can’t help but keep asking questions. The slightly stuffy quality to Vesen’s deep voice as this progresses isn’t helping things either. He white-knuckles the steering wheel.

“I wonder what it is,” he hums, “Are you allergic to anything?”

“No.” Flat, unmoved, typical Vesen. Jin almost rolls his eyes.

“Then, are you sick?”

“I am not ill.”

“Then I’m at a loss, bud."

“It is not your concern, Jin-young,” Vesen assures him, but in that slightly dismissive way that seems to suggest it never was to begin with.

That might have been it, and for a few moments Jin thinks it’s over. But after a lengthy pause, he hears Vesen take a clipped breath beside him. Then, he lowers his face slowly into his hands once more and Jin tenses, waiting for the inevitable. Out of the corner of his eye he sees the alien’s massive shoulders rising with a swell of breath before—

“hhH-rrSCHH!” Stronger and harsher than the one that came before it. Vesen lifts his head, thinking he’s finished, but is taken by two itchy sounding ones almost immediately after. He doesn’t bother lowering his head again and merely sneezes freely, misting his own palms as he shudders into them. “Chhssyu! ccHSH!”

“Okay, see, it is kind of my concern,” Jin reasons, and leans over to reach past Vesen’s knees for the glove box, “Because you’re my partner and now I’m officially worried.”

Vesen isn’t listening. He’s lost in the throes of whatever it has meant to finally give into this tickle that’s been plaguing him since they left the warehouse. His hands still cupped in front of him, his upper lip curls back slightly as he gears up for another. Jin unlocks the glove box, the back of his hand drifting against Vesen’s knee for a moment.

“Sorry,” he says, his heart pounding.

Vesen responds in kind with a stuttered gasp and another powerful sneeze.

“hH? hhH! ehH’HDJSshoo!”

He wrenches to the side at the last second to try and direct it against the window but Jin still feels the spray of it against his forearm and nearly loses control of the fucking car. He manages to somehow keep them alive and also force a wad of napkins into Vesen’s hands.

“Here, Vesen.”

Vesen gathers the crumpled paper and presses it to his dripping nose. He blows hard—Jin didn’t know they did that either—which seems to help just for a moment.

“I’m gonna get you back to headquarters, okay?” Jin says, trying not to let his voice shake. He’s almost certain Vesen can hear his heart pounding but he’s hoping he’s a little too distracted by the itch to notice.

Vesen nods blearily and gets one liquid sniffle in before something sets him off again. He holds the sodden napkins just slightly away from him and sneezes against them in short bursts. “aeh’ESSCH! chSSCH! t’SHH!”

“Jesus, you gonna make it?” Jin asks. Am I?

“Focus on your driving, Jin-young,” Vesen says evenly and dabs at his nose, “There is no need for alarm.”

Ah, good. So Vesen can hear his heartbeat, but he thinks it’s anxiety, not anything else. Good. Jin can roll with that, at least. Interspecies relations are hard enough without adding weird kinks to the mix.

“Are you sure? Because—“

“hH’RRSsch!”

“You sound like—“

“hHuh’IISH! ISHH! hh-Hh?…”Vesen pauses on the last one, hanging in limbo with his gaze flickering on the horizon. Jin waits for him, watching his throat bob as the urge takes him.

“hhH’yyIISSHAh!”

Vesen cups that one into his palm, though it does nothing to lessen the volume.

Jin swallows, “Wow. Because you sound like you’re getting worse.”

“A passing ihhritation,” Vesen says, somehow managing to sound cold while his voice wavers.

In other words: drop it.

But Jin can already see his face twitching around the need to sneeze again. It’s five more minutes back to the station and god, if he can even get out of his squad car to walk in it’ll be a fucking miracle. Either way, he’s in trouble. They’re supposed to watch out for their Kheelen counterparts in the field. Have each other’s backs. Bringing one back sneezing his goddamn head off seems like the opposite of that.

“Should we open a window?” Jin asks.

Vesen nods through his next sneeze and fumbles for the controls on the side panel as he snaps forward.

“aeh’eESSCHUu!”

Jin gets the controls going on his own side for him and both windows peel open. City air streams through the car. It’s not exactly pleasant, but it’s not terrible either. Jin grew up here so it’s part and parcel of his being. He can’t imaging what it must be like for the Kheelen. Breathing sweet, fresh air every day of their own planet to now…this. Maybe that’s why Vesen in particular is so sensitive. Or maybe he’s overthinking it.

A tired, weak sneeze is directed out towards the open air and into Vesen’s curled fist as the alien leans to the window. “hh’iIShoo!”

“Bless. Any better?” Jin asks.

“It smells of smog and metal,” Vesen complains and slides his finger under his nose, wicking moisture away petulantly.

“Everyone’s a critic.”

They ride the rest of the way in relative quiet, Vesen with his head out the window like a dog and Jin lowering his body temperature to acceptable levels. By the time they get to the precinct he’s actually able to stand up and get out of the squad car and can feel everything below the waist.

Just in time for Vesen to come around the side of the car and pin him by the shoulder. Jin has to look up at him because he’s so tall, and his hand feels like a vice against him. Vesen could snap him like a twig if he wanted. Something he’s fond of reminding him.

“Tell anyone of what transpired here, Jin-young, and you will not live long enough to regret it,” Vesen hisses at him, pointed teeth flashing.

It would be intimidating were it not for the inadvertent sniffle that follows as Vesen backs off. His eyes grow slightly hazy even as they try to bore into Jin’s and his hand loosens on his shoulder.

“Aw, c’mon big guy, one more?” Jin asks, eyes flashing.

Fury sparks in Vesen’s face before the need overtakes him entirely. His expression crumples as he releases Jin to cover his nose and mouth with his hand and flinches into it.

“h’NNDXT!”

A full body shudder runs the length of Jin’s body. He can feel his lower belly melting again.

He smiles, “Bless you.”

Vesen growls and shoves at Jin with his opposite hand as he sniffles in recovery. He bares his teeth at him.

“Be quiet,” he says before turning away and heading toward the precinct steps.

“I think we bonded today!” Jin calls after him, “We’re making progress! Pioneers of human and Kheelen relations, you and me!”

#i was trying to link this to the ask and realized i couldn't find it anymore???#idk if i archived it or what and don't remember but its seemingly #vanished so #reposting for prosperity #snz kink #snzfic #my ocs #vesjin #if anyone finds the OG let me know im so confused lmao #ANYWAY THANK U FOR THE BEAUTIFUL ASK IM GOING TO BE RIDING THIS HIGH ALL DAY!!!!!

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ba-sing-se-dropout · 22 days

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I never disliked power-scaling until I happened upon ATLA and its mainly because of how everyone wants their fave to be the absolute best while having zero understanding to the workings of the verse. With that said, having been watching the show again with like 6 episodes to go, and having been deeply waist deep into martial arts and wuxia comics, I can safely power-scale avatar characters with interest again.

Also, it's just so happens that my fave is the best bender of her element ever so I'm really not being biased here 💀

Here's the best bender of each element in ATLA and its comics( This assessment my change when I watch TLOK again, which I'm looking forward to because it's been a while and it's a great show!):

Fire: most powerful and best bender is Azula.

Earth: most powerful and best bender is Toph.

Water: most powerful and best bender is Katara.

Air: most powerful and best bender is Aang.

My assessment is based on three things:

The (personal spiritual) connection to the element .

The internal energy(qi) of the bender.

The mastery and excellence in bending the element.

The connection to the element is different than the other two requirements in that it not only can be harnessed through time like the two, but its basis can be given to the bender through nature(Azula, Katara and Aang) or through the wisdom of bending from the original benders of the elements(Toph and Aang).

The qi energy is something completely personal and depends wholeheartedly on the desire of the bender. The inner desire to bend exists in every human bender, the thing is, it's the quantity that makes the difference. You have so much qi, you're a powerful bender.

The last requirement is obvious. Mastering each and every aspect known to a bender of their element or excelling to the point of discovering something possible and reaching the highest forms of ones element are all direct results that build directly on the first two requirements AND the hard work a bender puts in.

#azula #katara #toph #aang #atla #Bending meta #firebending #waterbending #earthbending #airbending #I had to let this out because the thoughts were getting too many #Analyzing avatar's world #If bryke can't explain Azula's flames then they should let me do it!#I thought this post vanished into thin air!!#Anyway! I have more thoughts on this!

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v-i-r-i-d-i-a-n · 2 months

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So likkkeee are we gonna start talking again about how inconsistent Will’s vanishing is with like every other piece of lore we learn..??

Like how the ‘demogorgan’ that takes him…doesn’t…act…like a demogorgan…at all

How it stalks after him slowly instead of chasing

How Will’s not injured when it decides to hunt him

How it doesn’t attack Chester and only goes after Will….specifically

How IT OPENS THE FUCKING DOOR WITH TELEKINESIS???????????

How we don’t see a gate open or any remnants of one after the lightbulb goes really bright- HOW WILL LITERALLY DID JUST VANISH? INTO THIN AIR

WILL BYERS WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU TELL ME RN

#stranger things #will byers #byler #<— target audience #the vanishing of Will Byers #ITS SOOIAGDJDHCJDKFBC #LET ME SEE WHAT HAPPENS

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splickedylit · 1 month

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today in "Tumblr Is A Functional Website": @ staff or whoever the fuck, show my followers my sketchbook scans u cowards >8I all the tiddies are adequately covered!!! be a fuckin pal

#let me cook!!!!!! and by cook I mean post my art without it vanishing into the ether for no reason >:T

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avionvadion · 5 months

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Inuyasha’s character development towards saving strangers has my heart in a choke hold oh my gods.

Early Inuyasha: “Ugh, how come I’m always stuck saving people!? There aren’t even any jewel shards here!”

Late Inuyasha: “It’s too dangerous for you to be out here. You should go home, where it’s safe and warm.”

LIKE BABY BOOOOOYYYYYYYYY MY SON LOOK AT HOW MATURE YOU’VE GOTTEN ALSJSKSKSK SANGO AND MIROKU HAVE RAISED YOU SO WELL MY PRECIOUS DOG CHILD

#not feeling well. took a migraine pill and am trying to eat.#Inuyasha #is comfort show #I watch #I cry #I love them #anyways I love this crazy old lady who is absolutely under qualified for fighting demons but you know what she does her best #a little confused but has the spirit #throw that salt at the demons. do it. don’t let your dreams be dreams.#also neat I forgot there’s an increase of demons after Naraku vanishes. guess the latest fic chapter battle works out great then!#because damn was that a lot of vulture demons my brain had me add in

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moonshine-nightlight · 8 months

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tomorrow's Dale is going to brought to you by the three shots i'm having this afternoon as i write and hit different word count thresholds because that's where i'm at today

we'll find out tomorrow when editing!me has to deal with this chapter if i should be telling you to thank me or apologizing 🤣

Current Word Count: 3,028

#story status #nothing's wrong with dale #i had to finish off this bottle of tequila because i was given a better bottle and we cant b looking lik an alcoholic in here #especially if my mom comes by in a day or so to help me organize my kitchen #and i need to get dale done #no breaks between these chapters so i can get back on schedule after july vanished #so 1 week only between chapter 28 and 29 and 30 #ur gonna be real glad after i release this one about that one week only break #let me tell you

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