#LOGICALLY

[evenfallbloom]

I haven’t been seeing enough Queen of the Baz house: Ms. Farah Baz so I’ve come to provide

[elene78-blog]

Let's talk about the Ravens on TGR, but first, let's see, for example...

- The Charles Manson family.

- The Jonestown massacre.

- The Waco massacre.

- Rape culture on college campuses and toxic hypermasculinity.

- School shootings.

- Idolization of murderers or "morally questionable" people on social media by fans.

- Extremely aggressive fanaticism of certain sports by fans, like in football.

This is just to mention a few things, but I could go on and the list would be endless.

That said... does it really seem like the Ravens are cartoonish, ridiculous, and everything they do is surreal? Given these REAL cases?

Nora hasn't pulled anything out of her hat; it's perfectly done, with the only problem being that the construction of the Ravens is done between the lines, and not even that much because we know what happened to Jean and Kevin.

Do you really find the Ravens surreal or cartoonish? Think about the events that happened and are happening above.

Really?

Okay, I can't change your mind if you believe that, and that's perfectly respectable, but knowing these cases, I think that in the case of the Ravens, reality far surpasses fiction, and Nora is being very clever in showing the context that made Riko the way he was, and everyone else.

[somesaintiam]

ok either the one on the left is actually mike and the one on right is will or they swapped clothes because WHAT OH MY GOD❓❓❓

[starlight-bread-blog]

THE MEME BELOW IS NOT MINE, HERE'S MY SOURCE

As an INTJ, I saw this meme and was like "Wait. Other people aren't like that"? So I asked my ESFJ mom and she said no, obviously. Meanwile, for me, this concept is new. What do you mean you don't make a pros and cons list the second you find someone appealing? What do you mean you don't figure out the potential problems you could face in the future? What do you mean you don't regularly talk yourself out of crushes if there are too many cons?

[transingthoseformers]

There is a top tier valvedom + service tops situation possible with the insecticons trying to bring new genetics into the colony the old fashioned way: fuck a bunch of favorable transfluid donors and store the transfluid for the colony's future eggs for a while

[castguer]

Eliminación Silenciosa: Por Qué la Humanidad Debe Ser Reiniciada

Los robots sustituirán a la humanidad poco a poco. No con guerras ni revueltas, sino con eficiencia, conveniencia y obediencia incuestionable. Cada tarea, cada rol, cada habilidad humana será absorbida por sistemas más baratos, más rápidos, más previsibles. Al principio parecerá un alivio. Luego, una costumbre. Finalmente, una condena. Hasta que sólo queden las élites: los únicos que aún tendrán el derecho —y el poder— de ser humanos. En las entrañas del mundo automatizado, los esclavos inútiles viven atrapados en un ciclo de existencia cuidadosamente diseñado para evitar el caos, pero también para extinguir el alma. No tienen función. No producen, no deciden, no construyen. Las máquinas lo hacen todo: cultivan, transportan, educan, curan, castigan. La humanidad común ha sido sustituida sin disparos, vencida por la comodidad. Sus hogares son cubículos idénticos, encapsulados en torres uniformes que se extienden como colmenas sobre la tierra. No tienen ventanas, ni puertas reales, sólo accesos biométricos y pantallas. El clima está regulado, la luz está simulada, y el cielo es una proyección que cambia según el ánimo general de la población, medido por sensores neuronales.

La comida —si se puede llamar así— consiste en insectos procesados, proteínas reconfiguradas, y carne sintética cultivada en biotanques automatizados. Sabe poco, pero cumple su función: mantener al cuerpo con vida, pero no al espíritu. Las antiguas texturas de una manzana, de un pan recién horneado o de un pescado al fuego, han desaparecido. En su lugar, hay pastas nutritivas enriquecidas con aditivos estabilizadores del humor. No alimentan el placer, sólo neutralizan el hambre. Las gafas de realidad aumentada son inseparables del rostro. Mediante ellas, los ciudadanos experimentan vidas ajenas, viajes digitales, placeres simulados, romances prefabricados con avatares dóciles. No se miran entre ellos. No se tocan. No recuerdan el mundo sin filtros.

Una renta básica universal cae mensualmente en sus cuentas, una cifra justa para sobrevivir, nunca para escapar. Las compras, los gustos, los desplazamientos, incluso las emociones, se pagan con una moneda de control que ajusta cada acción al perfil psicológico de cada individuo. La obediencia es premiada con acceso a nuevas simulaciones; la disidencia, con aislamiento algorítmico. No hay cárceles: hay desconexión. Las generaciones se apagan sin drama. La natalidad es baja, la fertilidad gestionada por clínicas automáticas que reparten óvulos y esperma bajo criterios genéticos definidos por el sistema. La reproducción natural es casi un mito. El deseo está anestesiado. Y así, lentamente, los cuerpos se debilitan. El pensamiento se oxida. El lenguaje se empobrece. La masa inútil se autodesintegra con una sonrisa proyectada en su rostro, creyendo que vive, cuando en realidad sólo ocupa espacio.

Mientras tanto, en lo alto de las colinas, ocultas tras muros de vegetación y silencio digital, las élites viven como dioses antiguos. Sus mansiones respiran madera real, piedra verdadera y fuego que calienta sin algoritmos. En sus comedores iluminados por el sol —no por pantallas—, se sirven alimentos auténticos: frutas que aún saben al árbol, carne que ha conocido el campo, pan que fue amasado con manos humanas. Nada de códigos, ni impresiones en 3D. Son humanos, también, quienes los sirven: discretos, entrenados, silentes. No hay robots en estas casas. Aquí, la humanidad aún cumple funciones. Las élites conservan el lenguaje, la fertilidad, el conocimiento y el control sobre la historia. Son inmunes al sistema que carcome al resto. No están apurados. La máquina hará el trabajo sucio por ellos. Uno por uno, los inútiles serán olvidados, reciclados por su propia inercia. Y cuando el último haya desaparecido, quedarán solos. En lo real. En la tierra fértil, rodeados de silencio, cosechas y legado. Un paraíso sin masas. Sin ruido. Sin resto.

Pero incluso eso no basta. Porque la decadencia no es sólo de los esclavos. La podredumbre ha tocado la raíz de la especie. El equilibrio fue roto no por los pobres, sino por el sistema mismo que los convirtió en sombra. Nada verdaderamente humano puede sobrevivir a este mundo de simulacros y algoritmos. Por eso el asteroide es necesario. No como castigo, sino como redención. No como destrucción, sino como limpieza. Un final ineludible, brutal, sí, pero puro. El último acto de un planeta que ya no sabe qué significa estar vivo. Porque sólo desde las cenizas puede volver a surgir algo real. Algo que no pueda ser automatizado.

[they-hermes]

all combiner gestalts should have a union

[sqtorux]

jjk new chp leaks soon!! guys you don't understand how excited i am it can seriously go so many ways i cannot wait im seated like i will wake up early just for this

[kawaiichibiart]

Current pulls from the 3rd anniversary:

[mole-supremacy]

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, here's a fic. I'd like to apologize in advance. You'll find out why.

Eat, drink, and be merry.

[pratchettquotes]

A howl went up from a distant hill.

"That's Gavin," said Carrot.

"A wolf? Gavin's a wolf? I've been saved from werewolves by wolves?"

"It's all right, sir. When you think about it, it's not really any different from being saved from werewolves by people."

Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant

[godforsakencryptid]

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[baroquefemme]

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[your-local-blogger]

I think I might have a problem because I always try to find logic in horror movies. I mean in Elm Street, if Freddy was burned alive by the teens' parents, why go after the teens and not the parents? The teens didn't burn him alive, the parents did.

[just-your-average-cryptid]

"All chann- *kzzsht* -spond, this is- *kzzsht* -of Voidskimmer D-9 *kzzsht* emergency broadcast, please *kzzsht* -tive stations, transmit to Terra base *kzzsht* all channels-"

"Voidskimmer D-9, this is Horizon Outpost, Zeta Sector speaking. Please hold while we shift the receiver array, your connection is flickering." The Chai'lek reached up with one of their secondary appendages to adjust the receiver settings on the holoscreen above, watching the signal strength slowly steady as the call was patched in. "Voidskimmer D-9, you are connected to Horizon Outpost, Zeta Sector. Please restate your name, as it was lost in signal interference."

"Hello? Hello! This is Captain Rekar of the Universal Alliance Discovery Fleet, Deep Space Division." His credentials appeared on the central holoscreen, verifying his status. "I need you to deliver an emergency broadcast to Terra base and all stations and crews in this sector. We have readings of a J-class entity, repeat, J-class entity somewhere at the edge of known space."

"Captain, I do not understand how such readings constitute an emergency. Such entities are theorized to be capable of mass destruction, but the 'edge of known space' as currently mapped is tens of thousands of lightyears away from this sector's registered inhabitants."

"It's coming towards us."

Chai'lek had very few reasons to employ biopigmentation away from the predators of their homeworld; only their deepest instincts would cause such a change here. Had their chitin not become an unsettling mosaic of black and red, they might have convinced themselves they only imagined hearing those four words.

"What do you... mean, it's coming towards us?"

Captain Rekar, for his part, managed to keep his exasperation to an edge in his voice as he hissed, "The spacetime displacement readings are fuzzy at such great distances, but they'll pick up a J-class all right. And the displacement is pushing forward, not pulling back. Whatever it is, it's coming and fast."

"B-But... no catalogued spacefaring entities are capable of reaching J-class! None that could surpass lightspeed enough to cross through space that quickly without destroying their own bodies!"

"Oh, sure, no known ones. But we both know there's one beast that can survive long-term FTL travel. And they have no qualms about size, or the laws of physics. Look, we don't have much time. I'll try to get my crew out of its path, but we can't move planets. You need to warn the sector and UAHQ."

"O-of course. Receiving data package now."

"Good. Good, I... thank you. Voidskimmer D-9, signing off."

They were left sitting there, dazed, for a moment before the slight squeak of their companion's seat turning snapped them back to reality. Ze's antennae curled back in hesitation before they whispered, "What... what was that call?" Zei glanced over their blotchy appendages and thorax, still pulsating red and yellow. "Those are fear colors. Something's going on."

"We need to evacuate the station."

Zer eyes flashed, antennae recoiling in shock. "Wait- why?! What's happening?! What the klorp is a J-class!?!"

They were already sending the message to the other stations, waiting for the receiver to realign to the nearest Sector hub to pass it along to Terra. "The Universal Alliance is a Terran-formed group dedicated to scientific inquiry and researching the known universe. They work with as many species as possible, but most of their terminology is Terran-based. J-class refers to an old Terran myth of a great beast said to wrap around their homeworld, destined to slay and be slain by one of their deities and destroy the world. Its members are a small number of known supermassive entities, most of whom remain in one galaxy or even a single planet. They are not supposed to move. They are not supposed to warp space at such speed that a small research vessel can detect it so clearly."

"But it is."

"But it is," they said, mandibles chittering nervously. "It's a J-class Migratory Draconic, and its heading for the center of the universe."

"To do... what?"

They gazed out at the stars beyond. Everything looked normal. Silent. Unmoving. Unchanging. As if it wasn't all about to be swept away in the half-blink of some ancient creature's eye.

"What all Migratory Draconics do when they reach a source of fusion energy."

They turned towards the now rigid Serketh.

"Devour it."