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chronal-anomaly · 7 months
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Lena doesn't talk about Time, or her experiences in it, much - if at all. This is, in some part, a method of self-protection, in some part the knowledge that Time protects herself and can and will take Lena away again. Some of it is because she's constantly running from it, and reliving has no interest to her.
However, if you are one of the rare few who she'll trust with snippets, little stories, and drawings of her experiences, you'll see this manic glint in her eyes. If she devolves deep into it - which is even rarer, due to aforementioned fear of Time - it'll quickly become apparent that she's deeply obsessed and yet, deeply terrified of the experiences that haunt her periphery. If left to ramble, the String theory, the linking of everything, the impact of the multiverse, etc will feed into that mania. It would go on longer and longer until Lena is sent back into intensive psychiatric care. The manic break would not last a long time, until she can regain control over the present, the here and now, rather than the what if.
Lena is resistant to psychiatric care, both then and now, but in these settings she would go passively, babbling to herself about it in nonsensical terms. While she does not know of official theory names, she'll attempt to explain it in layman's terms. Someone who familiar with abstract physics like this might be able to recognize parts of it. After a few weeks of care, Lena will be able to regain control, comprehension, and be able to be discharged. And after this episode(s), she is absolutely resistant to talking about Time, the accelerator, the Slipstream, or anything to do with it all.
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void-skoom · 1 year
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Ya'know, with Duviri Paradox 's impending update, I'm gonna be honest. I still don't know what to think about the Drifter and their relationship with the tenno, at least not as far as Ripley's story goes.
In Ripley's case, Ripley herself is already a paradoxical being.
For all intents and purposes, Ripley was created by someone who's sole existence seemed to be to create them and bring them into the world before promptly ceasing to exist, if they ever really did exist to begin with. All Ripley knows of their creator is that they are a partial clone, made with sentient technology and brought to life through some sort of Void phenomenon.
This same phenomenon is what took away her creator - or who she believes to be her creator - away from her before she could ever truly "see" them.
And it is this same phenomenon that she once again encounters while aboard the Zariman Ten Zero. This phenomenon then is what allows her access to the same abilities as the other tenno as well as what allows her to truly "see."
But if they were to supposedly reject this scenario in the same way the Drifter did? I'm not entirely sure what would happen honestly.
Supposing Ripley did reject their gift, along with the call of the Void, they would be left "blind."
Now to explain. I mention Ripley's ability to "see" as well as them being "blind." When I say this, I mean it in both a literal and metaphorical way. Should Ripley accept the Void's gift as well as their connections with it, it would not only gift them the tenno's regular abilities, but also a host of other abilities. The most prominent being a sudden cosmic awareness. They would become aware of the meaninglessness of things they had once thought important, of the very things which colored their entire world. They'd become aware of the futility of the Orokin and their empire, suddenly being struck with how everything their lords had obsessed over would all be for naught, eventually slipping away into obscurity and myth. And most importantly, they'd become aware of their own insignificance in the vast indifference of the deep dark nothingness of space. A revelation that would absolutely shatter their sense of self and reason, and most likely be what leads them down the path of rebellion against the Orokin.
Typing it out like this now, I can absolutely see this as being the catalyst for their growing desire to help those seen as "lesser" by those same damned Orokin. After having their world view shattered, it makes sense that they would seek something with which to give some sort of significance to. This would come at first in the form of the other tenno, who they had originally been tasked to protect only to be cast aside by. Then it would come in the form of Rell, who like them had also been cast out. In Rell they might have found a kindred spirit, but whereas Rell wanted to figure out the Void, Ripley would want to forget. Forget the sudden feelings and thoughts and emotions that were suddenly thrust upon them, and yet at the same time allowing them to "see." Taking off their helmet for the first time since it was first assigned, where had once been a deep emptiness had now been replaced by color and shapes. Shapes they had only been able to see while linked to their helmet visor, outlined in gold amongst a black abyss. As each other's albeit reluctant companions, Rell might have noticed the look of someone who was afflicted by the same or similar noise he was familiar with. And like his mother before him, might have even taught Ripley how to manage it. Which would make it all the more tragic when they are taken away from each other.
But the Drifter? For them to not accept the gift would mean to remain blind. Blind to the Orokin and their futile agenda. Blind to their connection with the Void and likewise blind to their own origin. But most importantly, they would remain blind to their own potential. In this state, Ripley as a person would simply never come to fruition. Ripley needs that self doubt and self reflection in order to truly be and without it? They would simply have been another victim, lost to the Void.
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abrosexuality · 2 years
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I had a crush on someone then for one week it was gone and it was back again. Does that mean I'm abro?
nope!
attraction to one person coming and going doesn't make a shift in your sexuality. crushes are complicated, and sexuality is involved with them, but attraction on an individual level is not the same as your basis of attraction to everything on the table
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stil-lindigo · 3 months
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frankly, the people whose kneejerk reaction to bisan asking for a global strike form the 21st-28th is to say that it takes years to organize a general strike are really unhelpful! no one is saying otherwise, but palestine will be a smoking crater if we all wait for years to do anything - bisan is asking us to do something now. Like are we only supposed to do something if we can do it perfectly??? At some point it’s a valid critique about the work that goes into social movement, and at another point I feel like some people are just trying to absolve themselves from not putting any effort into observing a week of economic inaction.
like idk! I get it, okay! People have bills to pay that don’t magically go away for a strike, we don’t have nearly enough social infrastructure in place to support people to fully stop going to work for a week. But fuck, dude! Stop immediately responding in such a defeatist way! Cut out unnecessary purchases! Try to shop local! Put more effort into promoting Palestinian voices online! Attend a protest, call a local rep, do something!
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crybaby-bkg · 7 months
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oh my god. pro hero Bakugou who was shortly dating someone and accidentally got them pregnant, but for some reason, after having the baby they leave. he’s fucking devastated—how is he supposed to continue his career now as a single dad? how can he care for baby? save the world and still have to stay up at 2am when they’re fussy bc he hasn’t held them all day?
his mother helps as much as she can, his father too. but they’re getting older and they shouldn’t have to raise another baby at their age.
in comes you, a stay-in nanny. he researches the fuck outta you, frowning at you all the while during your interview. it doesn’t scare you much tho, as he’s patting the tiny baby back with only two big fingers. he wants to see how you react to baby, your stance on teaching them, how you’ll aid them.
he internally caved immediately when the baby started crying and he couldn’t get them to quiet down, so you took them from him. hugged them so sweetly to your chest as you rocked them, spoke quietly to them, a calming aura surrounding you.
it helps that you’re pretty, when he hires you. but he knows he can’t be selfish—you’re here for the baby and the baby only. he has no other place in your life. (unless you want him to?)
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ghosts-cyphera · 7 months
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Everything you write is a banger 🫶 and you are RIGHT, ghost loves sloppy blowjobs but especially the noises like loves hearing his beautiful gf gag on his huge dick while staring up at him with watery eyes (please euthanize me)
you people are being so good to me like what on earth did I do to deserve this? I love you! thank you so, so much 💕🫶🏻 also… say fucking less, my love.
warnings/content: simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader. blowjob, deep-throating, mentions of spit and tears. swallowing. slight degradation if you squint, but ghost only adores you! words: 762. 18+, mdni.
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Ghost’s calloused fingers caressed your cheek, and he lifted your head to look at him. On your knees before him you looked even softer and sweeter than you usually did.
So goddamn obedient.
From the sight, his cock—painfully erect—twitched above your face. Mere seconds earlier he had pulled it out of your throat, your lips releasing it with a soft pop: your body desperate for one of those breaths that he knew would burn your lungs from the mere intensity of your inhale.
He did love to push you to your limit. His sweetheart turned into a cock-drunk little thing. Lips glistening, eyes pleading for more. Your spit dripping down your jaw in a pretty little stream, lubing you up so fuckin’ nice and good for his use.
He’d been fucking your mouth—your throat—for so long, that by now, he knew your body felt empty without the weight of his thick length on your tongue.
And who the fuck was he to deny that from you, eh?
“Tongue out, darlin’.”
Not a hint of hesitation flashed in your eyes as you let him see the pretty pink of it. You were so goddamn fuckin’ beautiful like this: the sounds that passed your lips so goddamn pretty as he pushed back in.
“There ya fuckin’ go. Come on, luv, take it all, yeah?”
The thick weight of him in your mouth muffled out most of your gasps and moans, yet never the sound of your gags. So fuckin’ sweet, as he pushed into your throat, his hand on the back of your head helping you to align your throat better. To allow him deeper down.
“Fuckin’ ‘ell, baby, that’s it. Just like that—“
He could feel your throat relaxing around him once more. Your gags easing, your shoulders letting go of their nervous tension: the sudden ease allowing his balls to press against your bottom lip as he bottomed out.
“Fuckin’ right, doll.” He was downright seeing stars by then: your mouth so fuckin’ soft and warm and wet around him that had this been his first time using you like this, he would’ve damn sure passed out from the pure fuckin’ bliss. “My darlin’s takin’ it so fuckin’ good, yeah?”
Ghost’s fingers caressed your cheek, soft and adoring: so at odds with the mess that he was making of you. Sliding out, only to feed every last fuckin’ inch of his cock back down your throat, somehow only deeper than the last time.
“Fuckin’—eyes on me, yeah, luv?”
Your gaze found his in an instant: the beauty of your eyes only highlighted by the glimmer of your tears, accompanied by the softest twinkle of his darlin’ seeking his approval.
Your body was begging for more: only opening up further around the brutal size of his cock, allowing him to pick up his pace.
In and out: your spit running past your lips.
In and fuckin’ out, as you forced your eyes to stay locked with his. How fuckin’ scary he must’ve looked, towering over you with his goddamn mask on. 
Fuck, how he would make you feel so loved and adored after. Work so hard on showin’ you how much you meant to him.
Christ al-fuckin’-mighty.
His eyes blinking shut, Ghost leaned his head back as his fingers around your head tightened their grip. Now chasing after his orgasm, he listened to your gags and whimpers: the desperation of your spit dripping past your lips as he used you for his pleasure.
His sweet little thing.
His perfect fuckin' darlin’.
“So goddamn fuckin’ close, baby—“
Ghost forced his gaze to meet yours, and that—fuckin’ hell, that was all that he needed. Seeing the knit of your brows as your twinkling eyes begged for his cum down your throat, so fuckin’ well trained.
So fuckin’ sweet.
With a deep curse and a rumbling call for your name, his cock pumped thick ropes of his seed down your throat.
Chuckling, as your eyes watered.
Praising you, his voice low yet warm, as he felt you swallowing around him before he pulled out with a soft pop.
Smiling from pure pride, as Ghost crouched by you and drew you into the deepest of kisses, full of adoration for you.
For his sweetheart.
His little fuckin’ champ.
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masterlist | requests are open 💌
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dumblebumblebee · 10 months
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no i genuinely think james wilson is insane and i will prove it right now. be amazed at my deductive reasoning.
in season two when wilson is temporarily staying with house as he looks for a new apartment, house ends up deleting a message from a realtor involving information regarding an available apartment wilson was interested in. we're led to believe that this is because house has realized that wilson staying with him means a cleaner environment and real food to eat, and he doesn't want to lose those perks.
but tbqfh i am almost positive that wilson did that on purpose. this man has his OWN phone, so why would he give out house's number for information that only pertains to him? he was 100% trying to gauge house's tolerance of him living there.
i mean, even in episode one it's explicitly stated that house shows affection through actions, rather than words. based on his actions, wilson knows that house cares about him, and also house likes to feel as though he is mischievous and one step ahead of everyone else at all times.
if house, for some reason (say, idk, delicious meals), changed his mind about wanting wilson to move out, would he really swallow his pride and ask wilson to stay? no he fucking would not. he could never admit that he actually is obsessed with wilson's cooking, because that is essentially saying that he's become dependent on something that someone who is NOT himself can provide.
so, instead of having a conversation like a sane person, wilson gave out house's number for information regarding his moving. This way, if house really wanted him to move out, he could shove the message in wilson's face. But, if not, he could start scheming like a cartoon villain for a devious little way to make sure wilson didn't have the opportunity. which is what happened.
wilson 100% orchestrated that entire interaction i am fucking positive
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echotunes · 1 month
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Hugo, two hours after joining QSMP, being so immersed in the qlobal translator's existence that he tried to use it irl to thank his McDonald's deliveryperson
Hugo: Ich hab... Ich hab grade zum Lieferanten "dankeschön" gesagt weil ich dacht'—ich hab mich so dran gewöhnt Deutsch zu reden, weil das automatisch übersetzt wird in QSMP, dass ich dachte, dass—dass meinem Lieferant das dann auch übersetzt wird. Bro! [cut] Digga das—ich erklär's nochmal ganz kurz. Also ich wohn' ja auf Madeira. Und die reden ja hier kein Deutsch. Digga, 'n Lieferant kommt hier hin, ich sag so "hello", ne, da hab—da wusst' ich irgendwie noch ok, Englisch. Bruder auf einmal sie gibt mir ne Tüte und ich sag "danke!" Weil ich— weil ich mit QSMP dachte dass das automatisch übersetzt wird—wird. Ich wa—ich—digga, das is' halt, das triggert dein Gehirn halt komplett.
(translation: I just... I just said "dankeschön" ("thank you" in German) to the deliveryperson because I thought—I'm so used to speaking German, because it's automatically translated in QSMP, that I thought that it would be automatically translated to my deliveryperson. Bro!
[cut] Bro that—I'm gonna explain it again for a sec. So I live in Madeira. And they don't speak German here. Bro, a deliveryperson comes here, I said "hello", like, at that point I still knew okay, English. And brother suddenly they give me a bag and I say "danke!" Because I—because with QSMP I thought it would be automatically translated. I—bro, that's just, that just fully triggers your brain.)
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siriusly-the-best-bi · 9 months
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wow so I have like 3 analysis in progress that touch on this topic but I really need to just talk about it rn with its own spotlight.
Aziraphale has this entire life that he's built for himself on earth, after armageddon he's thriving. When we catch up with him in Season 2 his first scene is literally him going to check in with one of his tenants, and throughout the season we see that he has a decent relationship with nearly Everyone on the block. He has an entire life for himself all hashed out and pretty.
Crowley... does not. His cold open in Season 2 is back in St. James park, checking in with Shax, finding out the gossip on Hell. He doesn't have his apartment, he only has his Bentley and the few plants he could fit in it. He doesn't have any other human friendships. His entire life and everything he loves to do is built entirely around Aziraphale.
This is something that I just find so fucking thrilling because when it comes to their characters and where exactly they are in their arcs right now, it's essentially like looking into a mirror.
Aziraphale knows exactly who he is when he's on his own. He nurtures his own relationships with humans he sees often, he's a nice landlord, he loves books and classical music, and hot cocoa. But, Aziraphale still holds onto the ideals of heaven. He still cares about doing good and being forgiving. He still cowers and jumps at the opportunity to help heaven, not because he wants to but because he's supposed to because he's still an angel.
Crowley has nothing. He has his car, which he drives to a secluded location to park every night, only to drive it right back in the morning. He's only even vaguely recognizable because people associate him with Aziraphale and this is fine for him, he could care less. He doesn't really need to know who he is or process his traumas, why would he when he can put all his attention and focus and love and care directly into Aziraphale? His friend, who has always been his friend, the one person who has always stood by him. Who cares about heaven and hell, he has Aziraphale.
When we finally see them on their own and without the influences of their head offices, we see the opposite of what we'd expect, and nearly the opposite of the outcome we see in episode 6. Crowley is the one constantly checking in with Hell (wether he likes it or not), and Aziraphale is the one who's living care free without even thinking about heaven. When he does something good that he wants to report, he just calls Crowley.
this whole dance of Crowley not knowing who he is without Aziraphale and Aziraphale knowing who he is fundamentally but not knowing how to break free from the confines of Heaven that stop him from truly embracing Crowley in the end, it's just so delicious.
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What people don’t get is that my manhood and my transness are inherently intertwined. If someone is harassing me for being trans, they’re harassing me for being a trans man. If I’m demonized and excluded for being a man, I’m demonized and excluded for being a trans man. If I wasn’t trans then I wouldn’t be a man, and if I wasn’t a man then I wouldn’t be trans. You cannot ever fully separate them.
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dreamsuvivor · 6 months
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i’m just supposed to go on with my life? when John Winston Ono Lennon yearned so much to be with Paul McCartney again that he wrote the line “Now and then / I want you to return to me,”… And Sir James Paul McCartney after 43 years of mourning his partner, a person that knew him better that anyone, change this line to: “Now and then / I want you to be there for me”. In a sort of long distance conversation separated by time. Showing how John wanted Paul to return to him and Paul now only wishes for John to be here with him, by his side, now and during those past 43 years. This also explains why Paul decided to leave out the 2nd verse - the demo is from John’s perspective, the single is from Paul’s.
It is known that Paul and John communicated through songs, even during their beatles days, but mainly during their solo careers. This song feels like the one last conversation. John’s plea to Paul to come back to him is finally answered by 40+ years of grief and love for the man that was his partner since they were teenagers.
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tworedplants · 3 months
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Rush Charge Adapter ⚡🔋
Had an idea for another form for Mega Man. Unfortunately, I couldn't just call it "Rush Adapter" because there are three others, hah. This one is supposed to be more lightweight and dog-like, though. I think a fusion with Rush should give him some fun animal qualities while still being practical.
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Unlike the Jet or Power adapter, Charge adapter doesn't grant one single special ability like flying or punching stuff really hard. It's an energy boost.
Shoulder pads double as frisbee-weapon, a long range attack to replace his buster (and dogs like frisbees).
The form focuses more on the dog traits than other adapters.
If used at the wrong time, he'll have an exhausting amount of energy. It's good for when he's in a pinch and needs to keep fighting. It's not good for when he's in perfect condition (he'll get zoomies).
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arson-09 · 1 month
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Man, Rhysand was never the dreamer in that god awful series. It was always Tamlin
Tamlin is the one who has always done everything he can do to stop injustice. Protecting mortals, always accepting fae from other court in his land, trying his damnedest to find a way to break the curse instead of stealing a mortal. He has always dreamed of a safer and more just world and has always tried to make that come true. Even after loosing so much he always did whats right and true in the end.
but hes doomed by the narrative. His good deeds and genuine soul over shadowed by the biases of the narrator. Hes the age old tragedy of wanting to be the best he can and do the best he can.
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abrahamvanhelsings · 4 days
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listen i don't think edward little was actually a bad first lieutenant. when we see him in the first episode he's calm and confident. he does not say much but he's amiable enough. crozier likes him, and i don't think crozier would like anyone he doesn't think capable in some way. generally he's dependable and knows what he's doing. however unfortunately for edward he has these qualities because he has a major case of eldest daughter syndrome, which means he both wants to please his mum (crozier) and has an overdeveloped sense of responsibility for his younger siblings (crew), so when they get stuck in the ice and crozier starts going (more) alcoholic, he enables his mum bc he doesn't want to disappoint her even if he doesn't agree with her, and he has to pick up the tasks and care for his siblings she's not doing, but he can't let his siblings know about their mum's situation because they'll get worried and restless. and like a true eldest daughter he has to bear the brunt of mummy's anger for being a disappointment but he also doesn't want to seek refuge with the man she divorced (fitzjames) because that feels like a betrayal. also while this is going on there is a giant bear who hunts his siblings for sport so they're dying left and right and also a changeling master manipulator who's making his siblings mad at their mum and who wants to fuck said mum before eating her like some sort of praying mantis. anyway i think i would start being miserable and anxious too.
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frogs-in3-hills · 9 months
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obligatory turtle pile art
[Image Description: A digital illustration of Don, Mikey, Leo, and Raph from the TMNT 2003 cartoon. They all sleep in a turtle pile surrounded by pillows and blankets. Mikey and Leo are in the center, Leo’s arm around Mikey’s shoulder and Mikey’s arm stretched out over Leo’s stomach. Mikey sleeps open mouthed, while Leo looks relaxed and is smiling faintly. Don is curled up around Mikey’s side with his cheek resting on Leo’s arm. Raph is curled up around Leo’s back with an arm over his chest. Leo rests his head against Raph’s shoulder. A beam of light falls over their faces. End ID.]
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yaralulu · 2 months
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I think i’d enjoy rhysands character a lot more if sjm just embraced the fact that’s he’s a little evil.Like this man has questionable morals and he’s a little fucked in the head and that’s interesting or it could’ve been if sjm didn’t try to paint him like this angel who could do no wrong all the time.
This is why book 1 rhys remains superior because he did what he had to do and didn’t sit there trying to explain how he’s actually a hero and a good person who didn’t do anything wrong.He had good intentions while still being unapologetically awful and that made him interesting 🗣️!!This is a morally grey man who sjm so desperately wants us to believe is a good person.She should’ve leaned into his morally grey-ness instead of backtracking and trying to rewrite what happened in book 1.
Sjm has the same screwed perception on the IC and rhys that feyre has and that means we’re never gonna see any real character development from any of them because they’re already perfect in her eyes 👎.
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