#Is this anything guys

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Trophy case

Stick me in a trophy case. Bind my arms and tape my mouth. Dip me in fake gold and tie me to the stake. I yearn to be plastic, an award given half-heartedly to a child who thought themself a hero for a day.

Pass me over the clicking of cameras and the fake smile of a minor politician. Shake the kid's hand with a firmness they have yet to learn the reciprocate. Make me face the dull, uninterested frowns of a crowd who never truly cared. 

When I stand in that little bubble, gathering dust, I will be happy. I will smile the smile of the forgotten, in the knowledge that when that little one grows up, burdened by the weight of the world, they might look up and remember the day they meant something, the day people stood up and clapped for them. They will remember being doe-eyed in the face of flashing lights that blinded them to the apathy that lay beyond. 

I yearn to mean something. To be truly made of gold to someone. That child will be hollow with meaningless victories, but I will brim with pride. I will be the epitome of a single success, a success that will never tarnish with age. I will always glimmer with the memory of that day, in my timeless bubble called a trophy case.

That little child would go off to college. Their parent would throw me in a cardboard box and dump it in a corner. Still I would shine, in the absence of life, while they floundered. One day, they would open that box, look me in the eye, and wonder how far they fell. 

And I will whisper the truth in their ear: you never fell. You simply lost your vision. You chase after glory. You think a promotion is your new plastic award? You think that scholarship is worthy to sit beside me? You think I am akin to a brand new sports car? Fool. I am the pride in your heart, the joy of doing what you loved best and being rewarded for it, the love of the competition itself. 

Look me in the eye, child. I am greater than the richest of CEOs. I am greater than any piece of paper from the Queen herself. I am greater than the most prestigious honors. I am the meaning you gave me, a meaning greater than anything the world could ever dream up. Nobody could steal me away from you and give me to the boss's kid. Nobody could revoke me for not getting a perfect grade. Nobody could scratch me in a fender bender.

I would sit there and look that grown up child in the eye, and watch them wither. Watch them wither and weep at the way they've fallen prey to faith in society's approval. Watch them realise that fake, cheap little me brought them more pride, more lasting strength in their soul, than any precarious winnings.

And they would put me up on that shelf, settle the case around me, and return me to my rightful place of honour.

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[damaskrozsa]

it is so vital to my well-being to have more possessive, delusional gaz. like.. having a one night stand w him and you accidentally blurt out that you love him while you're in the middle of a life-changing orgasm.

albeit awkwardly, you manage to send him off in the morning without any issue. he was cute but you couldn't see yourself in a long-term relationship w him, so you've already made up your mind to ghost him. then the texts come. he's hounding you for days after, ranging from casual invitations to dates, to possibly half-naked selfies. it's like he doesn't understand why you wouldn't be responding.

you finally glimpse one of the messages on your homescreen (you've been leaving him on delivered, not daring to open the messages) where he says you "confessed your love” to him, which means you two must be serious.

inwardly cursing yourself for the slip, you realise you just need to block him before this escalates further.

he's concerned that he can't reach you, but luckily remembers your address from your first night together. maybe he'll just need to teach you how to accept a loving and caring man into your life <3

[gunpowderdtim]

It's no wonder Out happened when you really think about it. Nastya doesn't like organic life because it's complicated, it can break, sometimes it's even unfixable.

quote from gender rebels

Nastya is in love with Aurora, and in saying that she is saying "you are not organic life, I can deal with you because you are metal and algorithm and predictable" - we can see this in bedtime story when she says she'll tweak Aurora's story creation algorithm

screenshot from A Bedtime Story

Aurora is not inorganic. She is not ai. She is a space moon made of flesh and blood and teeth and bone. She is not an ai. She is a body that was taken and stripped of autonomy, of the right to self identify, of the right to think- to be imperfect and organic.

The metal is a veneer that hides how messy and traumatized and unfixable she is. From the outside she is a starship. From the inside she can still bleed.

And this makes them fundamentally incompatible. But yet, they are in love.

And really, it's no wonder Nastya fell in love with Aurora. Let's take a look at Nastya's home planet, or at least home society:

"Terminals were scattered across the planet. There was one on every street corner, one beneath every lamppost and one in every commune block." "The midwife-machine performs a series of programmed manœuvres to quieten [the baby]. It cradles it and hums at several pitches until it finds one that seems most soothing. Mechanical arms stroke the baby’s flesh even as others start the process of implanting augmented reality interfaces into its nervous system." "The Czar an atrophied frame, never present in the real world and worn to dust by the chemical compounds that kept his brain alive so it could live forever in a perfect virtual paradise. The Rabotnik a copy, a mind preserved unchanging in the instant before its death and placed in an everlasting metal frame." (Cyberian Demons)

Its safe to say the world Nastya was born into, from the very minute she was born, was ridden with technology. She has augmented reality interfaces inplanted into her from birth. It would stand to reason that being taken from this society, wherein technology is everywhere, inside and out, would stand for a bit of a shock.

Aurora too had been augmented by the Cyberia.

While it is stated that the last time Nastya had used the ports themselves was directly before her death — "The last time she had used the ports, her tutor had ripped them out of her as the rebels stormed the palace" — Aurora is laced with Cyberian technology. I'd imagine she has something of a 'bluetooth wireless connection' with Aurora, rather than the physical data transfer of files between the ports and Nastya, it may as well be similar enough.

Imagine being Nastya, going from Cyberia, wherein there is augmented reality contantly, transplanted onto a ship with metal blood, a jonny, and a vampire. To Aurora, where the only bits of augmented reality run through Aurora.

Of course she'd fall in love with her. Aurora is familiarity. Aurora isn't organic. Aurora isn't human.

And of course when the undeniable part of aurora that is organic, that is a flesh moon plated in metal with her brain hooked to machines, when so much has broken and been replaced, when, presumably, aurora is less of an algorithm, nastya leaves with the brand cyberia left on her.

Because Aurora healing, becoming more of herself and less of a starship, is messy, and organic, and human.

and hard for nastya.

‘Think how long she’s been flying you around. Think how many bullet holes you’ve punched through her and how many atmospheres you’ve dropped her through. Think how many alterations and improvements we’ve made, Tim to her guns and Ashes to her storage and Brian to her engines and the Toy Soldier to who knows what. How much do you think is left of her after all she’s brought you through?’ Nastya held up the ancient, battered piece of hull plating. Just visible under the grime and scars of particles of space junk was a fragment of the Aurora’s original logo and serial number. Jonny honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had seen a version that hadn’t been painted by the Mechanisms themselves. ‘So she’s free, now.’ Nastya gestured around at the spaceship they were standing in. ‘This Aurora can take you where you want to go. I’m going to take my Aurora somewhere else.’

Aurora was ship of theseus'd. Aurora was improved. Aurora was no longer cyberian. (both literally, and metaphorically)

So nastya left.

[strawberryjammery]

Something something the internet is a vast, almost endless sea of knowledge something something Chester has so far read TWO statements which came from somewhat obscure/niche Internet forums something something beholding and knowing too much guys is this anything

[hiro-of-hyrule]

Couldn't find a shitty photoshop so I painted the blunt in

Empty handed below the cut for your memeing pleasure vvv

[twoaugustsago]

i have concepts of a fic. i have concepts.

[sushipillar]

slenderman + the operator custody battle for masky and hoody

[redneckkangaroo]

I'm unwell. So unwell. Uh.

See Chainshipping could be a Judas and Jesus dynamic but Adam probably thought Lawrence was God after days in the darkness- that he would come back and save him like one, at least.

Lawrence, the man who held him, his face, he gave Adam a promise. Adam would wait. Lawrence will help him. Lawrence will come back for him. Lawrence has to.

Adam was Lazarus. Lazarus was waiting. But what if Jesus never showed up?

P.s. i might be turning this sentiment into a fic thats well over 9k words already so uh stay tuned if you want, I'll post it when its done.

[ihave-toomanyfandoms]

Ethubs AU where Etho is some kind of deep space explorer/scientist on a multi-year mission and Bdubs is his ships highly advanced AI who maybe became a bit too sentient along the way.

[imtheiliad]

They should invent being in your twenties without loneliness

[babyblue-mind]

they call me the communicator the way i be. communicating

[originsofevil]

diversity win! this bard is bise- sorry whats that? thats not diversity thats just the standard.... oh. uh. no okay i got it. diversity win! this bard is straight.

[moonsideneon]

-uses my horrifyingly sharp and scary beast teeth as a hole punch-

[shortystack75]

I started tweaking earlier (lil before 10EST) so I took a walk with my dad, seeing a cute cat calmed me down,

and I come back to a heavy lore convo between Cellbit and Bad about Maxo being a spy/pplant

Then bad turns into Dapper.

I.

Its a good day I guess.

[amartworks]

had a fun experience on the subway the other day