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occudo · 11 months ago
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I'm in an anthropology course, and there's this thing on Neanderthal skulls called an occipital bun. the thing is, on the quiz today that asked about it, I blanked on the term and accidentally wrote occudo bun. I only realized my mistake after the fact haha
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Ah yes...
that tumblr bird...
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This made me laugh, thank you for sending it in :D
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fairyroses · 1 year ago
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He was about to kill you, Lex. Or divulge something you didn't want me to know.
— SMALLVILLE, "Forever" (4.21)
+ bonus from "Arctic" (7.20):
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#smallville#smallvilleedit#svedit#lex luthor#jason teague#lionel luthor#clark isn't in these scenes but they're still very much#clex#sv 4x21#sv 7x20#dcmultiverse#my gifs#'why can't you see what's right in front of your face lex?' god. god. godddd.#I think there's a really interesting discussion to be had (with many potential viewpoints)#re: to what extent lex actually knew the truth either consciously or subconsciously at any particular time#and how much he was just in denial about it (and why)#I'm not really prepared to have that discussion in these tags but like#let's face it - lex figured out that clark had powers all the way back in 1x12#just because clark convinced him he was wrong at the time doesn't mean he just forgot that whole thing#and yet it seemed like the more seasons went on and the more obvious the truth became#especially the fact that clark was so heavily tied to all the alien weirdness of smallville#the more lex seemed to (subconsciously?) push back against accepting or recognizing that truth#I mean that's literally what he's doing in the 4x21 scene with jason#so it's like he both desperately wanted to know clark's secret but also didn't want to know at all#and that's just SO interesting#I mean jesus the 7x20 scene is supposed to be peak evil lex and yet he STILL has to be pushed into accepting the truth#and he does so with his eyes glistening because yeah he wanted to know clark's secret once upon a time but he never wanted THIS#(remember when lex told jonathan in s1 that he just wanted clark to have a happy normal life bc clark was such a good person?#and then he's told in 7x20 that to save the world he has to KILL clark and take that life away from him hahaha [crying] it's fine I'm FINE)#wow I really said 'I'm not prepared to have this discussion' and then just. proceeded to have it anyway huh. lmao oops
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luvrodite · 4 months ago
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ok wait i need to say something about the dick grayson thought i've been turning over in my head for a bit.
i unfortunately do like readers that are a bit tragic and don't get a happy ending. it's like poking at a bruise idk it's cathartic in its own way. anyway. i know the age difference between dick and jason isn't really that big but i think it's big enough for this to work?
anyway i'm thinking about the relationship you have with dick when he moves out of the manor. you guys fuck, sure, and sometimes you go out, but you're not his girlfriend. not really. it's casual, except it isn't at the same time because dick comes with a plethora of his own issues and for some reason you can't quite fathom, he's decided you're the only one that gets to see that side of him.
you see him like nobody else does. you get the good, the bad and the ugly. you hold him through his nightmares. you brush his hair back from his forehead when he stares at his phone a little too long. you come by when it's been a few weeks and you haven't heard from him.
somehow you kind of end up playing intermediary between him and the kid brother his dad/guardian/mentor/older brother picked up along the way. jason is sweet. and you can tell he longs for a relationship with dick but he's got so much going on. it doesn't matter. jason takes what he can get.
you wonder when you started getting involved in your hookups' lives. but then it feels reductive to call it that. what the two of you have spans beyond that. it's so much more than that. dick touches the lives of all that he meets and you aren't special for it, but you feel it. maybe to the others he knows, in their weird, dysfunctional world, it's normal.
but you're a regular citizen. you go to work. you come home and do the dishes. you cook, you clean, you curse out your landlord when he puts off fixing the heating for the nth time. dysfunctional relationships are alien to you – the weight of all dick gives you, it has to mean something. fuck the forehead kisses, it stopped being casual when he held your hand through a doctor's visit and the fibers in your pillowcase swallowed his tears after a run in with bruce.
you play intermediary. jason sees more and more of you than you think he should, but he doesn't complain. you even grow used to the little bugger. you don't have much in the way of your own family, and he becomes something like the kid brother you never had. you grow used to the inappropriate humour that shocked you the first time it came out of his mouth, blue eyes shining up at you mischievously.
his height gives off the impression he's more youthful than he is and sometimes you end up babying him a little more for it. sometimes, he lets you. you brush a hand over his curls like you do his brother and keep a hand on his shoulder when you go to the corner store. you tell him to pick out whatever he wants, and that it's on you. he looks up at you like you got him the moon when you toss him a copy of his favourite book after a while of not seeing him – yours is all beat up, kid, pretty soon you won't be able to read it anymore.
you don't know how to deal with it when he dies, not long after you and dick break things off.
15. only a baby.
it's violent. you get the news from the papers and the picture of the blast zone makes you stop breathing. dick doesn't pick up the phone – why would he? and you're not even sure if you're allowed to reach out.
the last you'd heard, he'd been pretty cosied up with a new co-worker of some sort. red hair, pretty eyes. more than you'd ever gotten from him. sure, you'd known dick – you knew him. you were the closest he'd ever been to anyone, but it had simply been because there was nothing to lose with you.
you hold his grief, hold his heart in your hands, but you are nobody and you will not ask for more because he sleeps in your bed and sometimes, he holds your hand in public when you're walking through a crowded street. you guys have good days and it's something.
but he’ll is not yours – will never be yours, not fully, not like he belongs to bruce and gotham and the titans and his team. you’re a girl who he comes to because you’re safe.
but his brother dies and he's gone and you're left with not only the heartbreak of losing something never named, but the grief of a real tangible friendship, the death of a brother.
you are nobody and nothing – you're not the one that gets the guy and you are not the one that gets to mourn. you see him at his lowest and love him at his worst but he is not yours, and neither is the little boy that dies much too young, alone and scared.
you fall between the cracks. nobody stops to think about the girl who'd sometimes been mentioned in passing at the dinner table, on the rare occasion dick ventured back home to the manor. how can they? not when bruce is driven near mad with grief, not when dick is god knows where and it's all that alfred pennyworth can do to keep his charge and himself together.
i don't know. i just think about how it takes you months to muster up the energy and courage to visit your friend's grave – because jason was your friend, too. the baby brother you'd never had, a kid you'd felt responsible for, like he was your own. the visit leaves you exhausted and it's of course then, that on your way out, you bump into the second half of your troubles.
dick stares at you like he's seen a ghost and all that happened between you lingers in the air, the weight of it oppressive in the cold winter air. frost in the air, frost clinging to your lashes, heartbreak colouring you blue.
you look at him and think of it – how much you had put up with from him. how dearly you'd loved him. stupid, to catch feelings, but you'd gone ahead and done it. worst of all, he'd known it, too.
there'd been a time, not so long ago, when you would have let him do anything he pleased. lay me down, strike me, hurt me, i will bear it because it is at your hand. and he'd known.
he'd known it was wrong but he was hurting and it’d been easy with you because you didn't ask for more than he’d give but you did hope. and he could see it in your eyes that you hoped he’d give himself wholly over to you but he just wasn't there. perhaps he never would be. and you deserved better but he couldn't let you go. his regret, one amongst many, is that he had not done it sooner. shielded you from more pain at his hand.
once, dick had something of a god to you. now he stands before you and you see him as he is, a mere man. a tired, grief-stricken, man.
the only mercy he grants you now, is to let you walk away.
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justanotherfanfolks · 5 months ago
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CHAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTT!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!!??!?
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glitteringcrab · 2 months ago
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Rick C-137 and Evil Morty (part 2)
From Rick C-137's and Evil Morty's interactions up until now, I got the impression that Rick C-137 can sorta see through Evil Morty's cold façade and recognize the hurt child hiding underneath. In Unmortricken, Rick C-137 tended to try to smooth things over a little bit (what with Rick C-137 complimenting him, defusing the situation almost every time Eyepatch Morty got aggressive or challenging, convincing Morty Prime to step down, offering Eyepatch Morty to work together, voicing reasons and excuses for them to keep working together, treating him with respect, listening to his suggestions, returning his portal gun immediately, trusting him in his own home).
And I think Eyepatch Morty kinda responded to all that, because although he was on his guard the whole time, he never seemed scared of C-137 the way he seemed with Rick Prime at the end of the Prime fight.
In fact there are moments when he seems unbothered by Rick C-137 standing right next to him; in one instance EM is even casually standing between Rick C-137 and Morty Prime...! (I would have thought he would prefer to stay as far away from Rick as possible, therefore on Morty Prime's left, but nope)
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...and in the very beginning there is even a moment when he walks up to Rick C-137 until he stands close to him... (which I felt was surreal)
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And you know what else was surreal?
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THIS.
Rick C-137 left Eyepatch Morty alone with Morty Prime, in his own basement.
If there was a bigger act of trust on Rick's part than this, I don't know what it is.
At first glance, maybe it wasn't so big an issue... We know Eyepatch Morty doesn't go out of his way to pick unnecessary fights, and if Rick (like us) has surmised that Eyepatch Morty holds some fondness for Morty Prime, it's not a stretch to think he was unlikely to try anything "evil"...
But at the same time, it is his own basement. You know, the place he lives? Where he holds priceless equipment and weapons that could be stolen? Right below the house his family is, who could be threatened as blackmail?
He could have teleported the trio of them anywhere else, and split ways with Eyepatch Morty before resuming the Prime Hunt, so that Eyepatch Morty would never know which dimension he lived in, never had the chance to study his defense systems.
But no. He teleported Evil Morty in his own dimension, inside his own house, past his own defenses.
And, here's the thing...
...Do you think Rick C-137 expected to return victorious after the Prime Hunt?
Sure, he intended to kill Rick Prime, but...
Do you think he was willing to die trying?
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Do you think he expected to survive?
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Do you think he intended to return home afterwards?
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Or...
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Assuming Rick C-137 found Rick Prime but didn't make it back (for whatever reason)...
Have we given any thought to what would happen to Morty Prime after Rick C-137 was gone?
Physically, I mean. He would be sad, for sure, but would he be safe?
Rick has plenty of enemies and a colossal network of illegal activities he kept up with, but that's not what I'm worried about. They wouldn't have much reason to target a dead man's house, and someone like Space Beth, Birdperson or Unity would be able keep them at bay anyway.
...But what if another Rick, a truly bad one, made the Parmesian dimension his home?
What would happen to Morty Prime then?
Do you think Rick C-137 had given this matter any thought at all?
...He might have, but it's not like there's a lot he can do (I guess he could throw himself in the Omega Device, but (a) when he started the Hunt he didn't know Prime had re-built it and (b) that's supposing he survived the Hunt in the first place): He can't live forever so it's bound to happen sooner or later anyway, there are infinite Ricks, and there is no one who can actually stand up to a Rick...
...Except one.
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...And suddenly Rick C-137 bringing Eyepatch Morty in his house feels almost like an invitation.
Like Rick C-137 wanted someone capable to take over watching over Morty Prime.
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vimbry-moved · 1 year ago
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the gap between tmbg wiki song interpretations and the band's inspirations behind writing them is always funny. bc the interpretations inevitably bring up how the song is actually about an unflinching reflection of someone's shattered psyche as they grapple with their own mind and they're very depressed and dead the whole time also, and then you read up on the song's production, and it's like, "I had a bad dream :("
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skopostheorie · 26 days ago
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hi q. I think I had a dream last night that you told that girl you have a crush on about your crush? I don't know why I'm the one getting this. I don't even know what that's looking like these days
I like that even the dream politely omits what happens next..... How beautiful....
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existingingrey · 6 months ago
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When Ha Seol saw them together for the first time she probably thought she had to act as a buffer between the two (nudges JW to listen to SC)
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Then she saw them being overly familiar with each other
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Then realized JW was living with SC
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After that she suddenly stopped talking to Goh Jeongwoo in front of Noh Sangcheol...
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.....addressing SC instead.
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vim-flam · 3 months ago
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questions like "what was your sexual/romantic awakening" are interesting to me, bc the average answer tends to have people skew around the tweens and it's like. I personally cannot remember a stage of my life where this was a new emotion to me. there has always been some guy I've been 👀 about from toddlerhood, even before the age where that developed into proper infatuation
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salsedinepicta · 10 months ago
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Some kind of "everything is the same but fashion is more XV-XVIth century inspired" AU - part 1/?
(a few elements are based on Landsknecht armors/clothing, because they were mercenaries too, you know? But I've been kind and made the palette less... Everything. You're welcome, Fenris.)
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marshmellowtea · 6 months ago
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i'm a "sandra fucking hates raymond bean so much but she's willing to play nice with him because she knows it's important to chris that he respects him and his drama society even though she knows that'll literally never happen for him" truther.......raymond actually likes her and she knows that and will play into that when she's around him because chris keeps looking at them with these pleading, hopeful eyes, like she can somehow help convince his father that this little acting thing he's doing is worth something, but the entire time she's thinking about gutting raymond like a fucking fish because he's an asshole to her and their friends and ESPECIALLY to chris but chris is so blinded by his desire to be loved by him and his absolute paralyzing terror of him to recognize that and her sympathy for him over that has won out over her anger that he brought this man into their theater <3
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psychopomp-namine · 4 months ago
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thinking out loud for fic writing purposes. this is not about canon. or maybe it is? idk. but this is mainly for fic, so I'm more hand-waivy with the canonicity of details.
so how does diving and the 12 hour rule work? if lu guang stays past 12 hours, he permanently lives in that body and can't dive anymore. that's the current assumption, right?
okay so now. hypothetically, let's say there are three timelines: A, B, C. let's say lu guang dives from timeline A -> B then from B -> C. let's assume that he hops between parallel/multiple timelines and doesn't loop within the same timeline.
can I safely assume that as long as the 12h isn't up, he's free to hop in any timeline within those 12h, without requiring a death transfer of abilities? e.g. is it possible to dive within a dive? recursive diving? diveception?
if you dive into someone's body, do you have access to their ability? I think cheng xiaoshi technically "experienced" the twins' abilities but didn't know what was going on at the time, and didn't "use" it himself. if you know how to use the ability though, could you use it for yourself? so for example, if lu guang, who knows how to dive because of the death transfer and has dived before, possessed cheng xiaoshi, could he use cheng xiaoshi's dive abilities and dive as cheng xiaoshi? my head is spinning just thinking this
let's say lu guang goes from B -> C. 12h pass so he's stuck there, but cheng xiaoshi dies and transfers the ability so lu guang can dive again. if he goes to the first 12h of his dive in timeline B, and then tries to "exit" the dive by clapping out, which timeline would he end up in? A or C? that is, I guess the question is which "version" of him does the dive ability respond to...? his body in timeline B, which was diving from timeline A? or the lu guang who's diving from timeline C? when you dive, your body disappears, so...
when lu guang hops between timelines, does he erase ("overwrite") the lu guang that's local to the timeline he hops into after 12h? does the lu guang of that timeline "die" or does he "merge" with the lu guang of the other timeline? is there a meaningful difference? the only difference would be in memories, I suppose, but memories shape identity...
the last two aren't really questions, but just some concepts I've been thinking about. again, this is for fic purposes, so this isn't any statement about canon or anything.
the concept of photographs as a snapshot of spacetime. but in particular, if parallel timelines exist (which liu xiao believes to be true), then are photographs considered like connecting points between timelines? if you in timeline A took a picture of the sunset while you're in the basketball court during university, and the you in timeline B did the same during highschool, and the circumstances between those two nodes are similar (same people are in the court, same time and place). would those two pictures act like portals to each other's timelines?
the purpose of the high five as an anchor to the current timeline, so the diver can enter and exit within their home timeline instead of hopping in parallel ones. this is not necessarily true in canon, as we see cheng xiaoshi clap himself into surveillance footage all the time and not worry about parallel timelines. but again, this is for fic, so it's (hand waves) whatever. or maybe... the camera itself serves as an anchor? hmmmmm
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taamlok · 5 months ago
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el oh el @ non-lesbians who think their opinions on the treatment and/or depiction of lesbians matter literally at all
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fish-nailed-to-a-cross · 9 months ago
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Some KnY IQs I have lying around in my folder
Shinobu: I went to Wanting You To Die Island and there was nobody there.
Tomioka: Aww...Wait.
Tomioka: Why were you at Wanting Me To Die Island? ---
Genya, sitting on the roof with Muichiro: Wow, the sunset in the city is so pretty. Look at all of those reds and pinks.
Muichiro: Yeah, that's probably because of all of the pollution and smoke. ---
Muichiro: Hey, I think Tomioka's depressed.
(silence)
Muichiro: Does that mean I have to go comfort him or something?
---
Uzui: What are you painting?
Sanemi: I'm done, can't you tell? It's an abstract rendering of that tree over there.
Uzui: What're those white things over by what I assume is supposed to be the pond?
Sanemi: Those are abstract rocks.
Uzui: Really? I thought those were ducks.
Sanemi: Ha ha.
Uzui: Ducks riding on a giant caterpillar.
Sanemi: Okay, smartass, why don't you go find someone else's art to criticize?
5 MINUTES LATER
Kanae: Ooh, what are you painting?
Sanemi, adding the finishing touches: It's some ducks riding on a giant caterpillar.
---
Iguro: For our anniversary, I wanted to make you something homemade... hands over gift
Mitsuri: Aww, that's so sweet! unwraps gift Oh, but...This is a sweater from Macy's.
Iguro: I didn't finish. I messed up the sweater I was trying to knit for you so I bought you the one you wanted from the store. ---
Tomioka: What is going on?
Uzui: We're having a party! What's so wrong with that? Why do you have to rain on our parade? Is it so wrong to want to live it up?
Tomioka: No, I don't have any problems with that, it's just that I'm a little surprised that you're having it in my house. ---
Daki: Gyutaro, can't you do something to get rid of this weirdo?
Gyutaro: Don't worry, I have an idea.
Gyutaro: Enmu! Muzan has a special task for you.
Enmu: Ooh, he does?
Gyutaro: Your assignment is to closely watch this freshly painted fence. He needs you to make sure none of our enemies go near it and interfere with it drying.
Enmu: I can do that! sits on grass and watches fence
TWO HOURS LATER
Enmu: Hey, wait a second...
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youchangedmedestiel · 1 year ago
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Does this happen to you too?
A sentence for the current fic you're writing comes randomly at you.
It can happen under the shower, at work, in the car, when you are in front of people talking to you and supposed to listen to them, when you're lying in your bed ready to fall asleep.
I noticed it usually happens when I can't write it down.
(That's kind of why when I write a fic I always take some time, for my subconscious to do its part of the work. But also because unfortunately I usually don't have time to write a fic in one sitting).
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Hi quick question, why the fuck am I dreaming about being in that Alien Isolation game?a
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