#Another time

[sibillascribbles08]

Happy Ten Years to The Book of Life ! Look out for me nostalgia posting later but here's some art to celebrate featuring the ot3 of all time. I still think about this trio a lot, even if I don't have the art to show for it.

I wish I could have done more but life got really crazy in this final quarter of the year, maybe next year I can try some of the things I'd been planning, but for now here's this!

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[murakamijeva-muza]

"Find me in another life. Find me in them all."

- Raven Kennedy

[l0vagrend]

like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky

[gayhoediaz]

🐦 buddie + satirical headlines

[artemx746]

I find it so hilarious how much Percy absolutely HATED Ethan, every time he had had to narrate about Ethan it was basically just "EtHaN NaKaMuRa was there, he was just standing there but he was doing it in an asshole way because he's a good for nothing, traitorous asshole punk. Fucking hate that guy." Meanwhile Ethan's just like "I don't really care about Jackson, I talked to him like once and now he just holds it against me for whatever reason but I don't really care about him as a person. I just try to kill him because it's my job."

Peak comedy.

[shroudkeeper]

❝ You seem to be enjoying this game, detective. You seem to be smiling more.❞ ❝ ..the chase is part of the thrill. Go on, I will even give you a head start. ❞

[lubotomies]

wear ugly clothes. NOW

[dirtbagdefender]

[d469son-daddy469son-bw2]

[spaciebabie]

spacie hear me out please. springtrap with droopy bunny ears??? please???? I love how you draw him!!

you have been heard :> channeled my Inner Starbs for this one! hav byunny

trying ta find a way ta incorporate his design in2 this was fun!!

i really liked glitchtrap's whiskers so i added em :]

[caesarsaladttf]

And it's a god-damned tragedy, not because it highlights the folly of man, that pride and ambition will be our downfall. Not because he was doomed by the narrative and was foolish and unwise and didn't listen. No. It's a fucking tragedy because his fucking kid died

I don't care that I am willfully misinterpreting this myth because fuck that. Icarus was a child. Daedalus had his issues, sure, but he didn't deserve to have his kid ripped away from him. Icarus didn't deserve to be struck down by the gods. They didn't deserve that. Nobody deserves that.

And then we as a society decided to blame the child

Nothing fills me with more rage and anger and frustration then the mistreatment of children

[alicerozen]

Another time.

It had been many many years, since the plan was made and moved into action and thankfully it worked. And so far no one has figured it out, Lisa’s own magic in hiding their demonic scents is one main reason. She and a few maybe fine with demons butttt, she didn’t really ask for the okay to let them so it was better to find it for now.

Lisa hums happily as she walked to Seline’s house and knocked on the door, she was able to grab a few sweets from Silky before getting out of work.

@littlefoxzilla

[tgmsunmontue]

Another Time (Chapter 1/14)

Summary: Jake wakes up in Rooster's body about ~30 or so hours post-Mission and they have to deal with it. They're adults. Apparently.

A/N: There seems to be a lack of body-swap in this fandom, so I thought I’d give it a crack. It’s one of my favourite tropes. I am from New Zealand but I write with lots of ‘z’s and remove a lot of my ‘u’s. However I don’t in my author’s note. Hopefully I caught them all – apologies for slip-ups. (I also type with wrist braces on so my finger mobility can be a bit screwy – that said I’m also a fandom old (but not an elder) so while this isn’t my first fic, it is my first in the fandom and after I’ve taken a break.

Jake’s POV for odd chapters, and Bradley’s POV for even chapters.

Also, obligatory note that I have no knowledge of the US Navy (and that whole ‘girl, what were you doing at the devil’s sacrament?’ thing applies here as well in terms of military propaganda).

(Posting on Tumblr, chapter a day until it's complete (currently 12 chapters in), after which I will post it on AO3 once a day until it's complete).

CHAPTER ONE 

               Jake wakes up in the sick bay, his breath coming in gasps as his dream fades into mist. Why is he in the sickbay? He doesn’t remember getting here and that’s never a good sign. There’s only half-light, the room has no portholes just some lights left on the dimmest possible setting; he can tell he’s still on the ship. The last thing he remembers though is falling into exhausted slumber in his rack, Javy below him and Payback and Fanboy opposite. He doesn’t feel right though, body aching all over, skin tight in places it shouldn’t be. He holds his hand up in front of his face and squints. Blinks.

                That is not his fucking hand.

                Okay.

                Deep breath.

                In.

                …

                And out.

                …

                Again.

                 …

                He tries to sit up and needs to slow down the movement, body stiff and he’s not in his own body. Or there’s something very wrong with his head. Or both. He’s staring at mostly bare feet that don’t belong to him (one is wrapped in a bandage and is slowly throbbing in time with his heart – it doesn’t feel like a good idea to test bearing weight on it) when the door to the sickbay opens abruptly and he just stares. He guesses he knows where his body got to.

                “Thank fuck! You okay?”

                “I… Rooster?” He’s hazarding a guess, but it’s the only one that makes sense. He has no idea where Mav is, the other bed is empty. And he’s somehow in Rooster’s body, and not in a way he previously imagined was ever possible.

                “Yeah. Fuck this is weird. You’re in my body.”

                “Yeah, no shit. You’re in mine. What the hell happened?”

                “I don’t know! I woke up in your rack and promptly whacked my head because I thought I was here…” Rooster says, putting his hand to his (Jake’s) forehead where a bump is already forming.

                “Be a little more careful with the goods there…” Jake says, and he feels like throwing up a little, although honestly he’s not sure if that’s in response to seeing himself through someone else’s eyes or if he’s feeling Rooster’s concussion. This is already a colossal mindfuck and he’s only been awake for a few minutes.

                “Yeah, you too. Are you feeling okay? I was feeling pretty shit yesterday.”

                “I can confirm this body still feels like shit.”

                “Okay, here, drink some water. I’m allowed to take some ibuprofen. That’ll help.”

                “We need to report this?”

                “No! Fuck. No… I mean, maybe it’s just a short 24 hour thing?”

                “You think it’s like a stomach bug? You think people just change bodies with someone and it goes away overnight?”

                “You have any smarter ideas? I want on the next transport off, and if they think I’m not stable enough to travel… or if something is wrong –”

                “There is something wrong!” Jake hisses, because he is not okay with this. Maybe if he wasn’t feeling like he’d ejected and then crash landed he’d be more… relaxed. Fuck if he knows. He can’t argue with wanting to get back to shore though.

                “Okay, there is. But let’s get back to shore, RTB and then… figure out a plan of attack.”

                “Oh, I cannot wait to hear what you think might work.”

                “Shut up.”

                The door to the sickbay opens again and they both turn to look at the corpsman entering the room.

                “Morning lieutenants. Any reason you’re here Lieutenant Seresin? Not bothering my patient I hope?”

                “Not at all, I just needed, uh, wanted to check on him…”

                Jake watches his own neck flush in embarrassment, and hmm, that’s interesting.

                “He can, uh, stay, while you check me over,” Jake says, because he has no clue what Rooster was like last night, over than alive. He’d been fine on deck right after Mav had (crash) landed, but he suspects adrenaline had been carrying them both forward for the most part. Now it’s been over 24 hours and he’s pretty sure Rooster’s ankle might be broken, given the sharp increase in pain as it dangles freely. He has no idea where Mav has fucking disappeared to, but he’d been here yesterday when he’d popped in for a quick check-in with some of the others.

                “Well, okay. Let’s look at your ankle first. I hope you weren’t seriously considering walking on it after what I told you last night.”

                “Sorry, forgot. Really need to piss,” he states, which is partial truth and lie. He couldn’t forget something he didn’t know.

                “Hmm. Here then.”

                Jake takes the container and chances a quick glance at Bradley who is fucking smirking at him with his own damn face. Unbelievable.

                “Nothing I ain’t seen before sailor…”

                Jake feels heat flood his face for no good reason and that’s mortifying, he’d take his own neck flush of embarrassment over this any day. Of course Bradshaw means it because it’s his fucking body, but the look the medic is giving them is amused, clearly having drawn their own conclusions and Bradshaw is looking completely unrepentant. Asshole.

TWO

[bambeezi]

Discovering abandoned shopping malls

[dr-george-ordell]

Page 91 of "For Your Own Good Hidden Cruelty in Child-Rearing and the Roots of Violence." by Alice Miller, 1980 - (Am Anfang war Erziehung, 1980) / Chapter 7 of "Another Time" by @imadewritingmyjob on Ao3.

Theres so much I can analyse from chapter seven in regards of Julius, and the interesting language he uses which was highlighted in this post. It's clear in Julius' speech highlighted in the post that he is both parroting his own fears about what he could be himself, a "pansy" or "weak", descriptors that Julius despises in others, and most certainly fears to be true about himself.

Alongside the quote "The child's plasticity, flexibility, defenselessness and avaliablity make it the ideal object for this projection," particularly stuck out in regards to Aaron, since in AT as a child he has a heightened sensitivity to his surrounding, compared to Franklin due to being a much younger child and also autistic, and Julius definitely did not like to deal with that further vulnerability of his younger son, hence treated him much much worse as a result of that fear and disgust Julius holds.

It also implies failure on his part to "toughen" Aaron up as well, and in his mind he is too perfect to "fail" to parent the desirable son. Instead in Julius' own mind, its soley the child's (Aaron's) fault for his own flaws, as it is believed and stated in the practice of poisonous pedagogy Miller speaks about.

And so punishment and retribution is the only way Julius expresses his negative feelings of that failure and percived disobedience/disrespect from Aaron, in the form of those training sessions, not to truly prepare Aaron from the horror's he'd seen at war, but rather punish and also discipline what Julius sees as a part of himself which is wholly unprepared, something which the older man cannot allow, lest he allow an extention of himself and also his property to be harmed in the process.

[jacenotjason]

so i was making some op richard angst/horror art right ?

just some sketch and pose practice, maybe even blood practice if i felt like it. lore-dump yknow how i like being vague with my lore lots of fun

but then. as i was drawing it.

i realized why it looks so familiar.............

mother FUCKER