#LOVE YOU MOST!!! LASER BEAM BLASTING YOU WITH MY LOVE

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Jay's thoughts: Extended Cut

OH FUCK- ya know, this part is not going to help after the way Terrible Waste ended with Juno getting captured and knocked the fuck out.

OWWW- broken ribs are a PAIN holy shit Juno. lady's being put through the wringer <3 love that <3 (I AM AN ANGST WRITER, PUT THEM THROUGH THE HORRORS! MORE HORRORS!!)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- SCREAMING- ZEPH YOU MONSTER<<<<<3333333333 (affectionate) Getting flashbacks to Monster's Reflection part 2 now aguuuuuuuu-

"gap toothed smile" STOP-

STOP STOP STOP STOP- POUNDING THE GROUND, ZEPH- first the jupeter reunion gone bad, now the steel twins jvbbvsfjbfsjgbfrsjb IM EATING GLASS THIS ISNT FAIR- CATAPULTING INTO HIS ARMS?? BRO GTFO IM JGBISGBRJKBGFRSJBN "And gods, if it didn’t make him feel like he could tear down this whole damn town with nothing but his own two hands." GFRSBJKSTRMBGTJIKLDMXVBDNF

Ben and Rita shaking hands meme, chatting away. yapping all day. :")

"Feels like I got hit by an angry toddler with a brick." bgfsijgsb- this is how three foot tall King of Hades, Slip Jackson can still win!!!

“You and I both know Mick could get knocked out from tripping over his own shoelaces. That does not give you bragging rights.” this is mick mercury slander!! how dare!! my boy failure!! (mick is me tho, sprained my ankle 6 times, and the fifth time it happened at work my coworker had his back turned and when he turned back around he went "jay no, no jay- not again" while i sat on the deli back hallway with tears in my eyes smiling and nodding and pitiful. he got my managers wheely computer chair and helped me up to sit down on it tho so all was forgiven ig)

"By the way, what happened to the eye? You lose a bet or something?" wellllll- welllllllllllllllll- tbh i've been wondering the same thing but like, this is fiction. this is fantasy fiction. anything could've happened at this point to make juno lose his eye

"the forgetfulness" ZEPH YOU CANT BE SLY IMMA- JFBSJIGBSJB

"why haven't you fought back yet?" same juno same, thank you for asking. mmm- making think of terrible waste now dammit mmmmm-

VESPA VESPA VESPA VESPA MY WIFE!! when i write her for Out in the Cold Field i am lowkey tempted to write her much much softer than she is here. she's still Vespa alr, still paranoid and has hallucinations and trauma, but ya know that clip of her in WLB "heh- wife." and you know how soft she behaves around buddy in Infernal Grind? that's what i wanna focus on. and this vespa here is the hardened one from death, the one who doesn't know about what Buddy tried to do. the one who has accepted her fate. this is the Vespa that we see in Clean Break when she's trying to pull Steel forward even if she also knows Ransom is there with them. aaaaaaaaaaaagggggg- but also Vespa probably internally going "oh goddess oh no now there's TWO of them??"

"this is the way it is" mmmmmmm-

"If none of you can ever work your way out of here, then what is the point of working at all?" OGOGOGOGOGOOGOGOGOGO- the monkey inside of my raccoon persona is going ape shit. fucking- Juno sees the world the way it could be, Ben sees the world the way it is!!! I seriously had to look up the lyrics again to If It's True and im still going ape shit. my predictions! might have been right!

M'tendere knowing what they died trying to do, knowing for centuries probably what an actual hell Hadestown had become and yet they kept turning a blind eye to it until they couldn't anymore. died trying to make the world a better place, trying to balance out all the hurt they brought about-

"a small group should tell everyone what is true and what is right." YOU SAID IT VESPA!!! IF ITS TRUE-

“Well, then. In that case, M’tendere, would you mind drafting some invitations? And Vespa, would you mind spreading them around? It seems we’ve got a party to plan.” BOUNCING IN PLACE I AM SO EXCITED!!!!! BARK BARK BARK BARK

SONG FOR A CAGED LOVEBIRD: PART 14

yaaaay part 14!!! my favorite number!!!! i love this!!! apologies for the delay, school has been kicking my ass lately lol

okay kids, settle in: it's story time!!! this one is a longer one (around 2,000 words!!) which is part of why it took me a while lol

@smidgen-of-hotboy @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @urjover @one-joe-spoopy @waters-and-the-wilde @demonic-panini @the-private-eye

The first thing he became aware of was the smell. Coal dust and dry wood and faint fire smoke, like some kind of strange cologne. The air was thick and heavy with it and he struggled to breathe in. The second thing was the dull pain traveling through his skull. It pulsed in time with his heartbeat, radiating out from a central point of the back of his skull.

His eye blinked open slowly and painfully to reveal several stacks of wooden crates, a few garbage cans, and the stone walls of some building. He didn’t know where he was.

Juno groaned, and tried to sit up and see more of his surroundings before a wave of dizziness hit him like a sledgehammer, and he fell backwards against the ground. He closed his eye again in the hopes the world might stop spinning long enough for him to be able to get up and escape this place.

Slowly, it all began to come back to him.

Peter’s deal and lack of voice. His insistence to save him. Slip telling him to leave. Juno refusing to go. Slip calling the executives. One of them whacking him on the back of the head. The world going dark.

He wasn’t sure what had happened after that, but he knew his body hurt like hell. After a few minutes, he figured the worst of the damage was probably a cracked rib or two that screamed whenever he tried to breathe normally. Everything else seemed to be a bruise or scrape. They must have beat the hell out of him and then dragged him to this alley.

He lay there for a few more minutes trying to work up the strength to stand, but couldn’t find it in him. 

Suddenly, there were footsteps approaching, quiet and even. He couldn’t tell from where.

The workers? The executives? Slip himself? 

A shot of adrenaline raced through his veins.

He pushed himself into a corner and grabbed the neck of a shattered bottle in defense. It might not have been his preferred weapon, but it was better than nothing.

The footsteps got closer.

Juno’s breathing was painful and shaky.

Even closer.

A figure rounded the corner. They spotted Juno, and raised their hands in defense.

“Whoaaa!! Hey, buddy, I don’t mean any harm! Man, if I had a nickel for every time I found someone in an alley who started pointing a weapon at me...”

Juno’s eye widened. It couldn’t be.

The figure stepped forward, and a little of the orange glow of the nearby metalworks fell on their face. “Hey, are you hurt? Do you need help at all?” they asked, crouching down to just above Juno’s level.

He knew this man’s face. He would know that voice even at the ends of the earth. Both had haunted his dreams for the last 20 years, and still echoed in his waking.

Benten.

His face floated across from Juno, smiling and slightly sheepish, but just exactly as Juno remembered him. Warm eyes, vaguely mischievous expression, gap-toothed smile, gentle hands, hair in neat braids knotted on top of his head. Juno felt his face going pale and the bottleneck slipping from his grip as this ghost looked at him in increasing concern. And suddenly a strange sort of fear began creeping over him.

“I’m dead, aren’t I? Oh gods, I’m dead. I died.” 

The specter of Ben snorted and rolled its eyes. “Yeahhhh, sure, let’s go with that. Pretty much everyone is in Hadestown. Kind of comes with the territory, you know?”

Juno couldn’t say anything in response. His mouth had gone completely dry. He just kept staring, breathing hard and ragged. The bottle clinked to the hard ground and Ben’s brow furrowed in concern.

“Are you sure you don’t need…” Ben’s voice trailed off as he leaned a bit closer to Juno’s face.

His eyes went wider the longer he looked. Ben drew in a sharp breath.

“Oh gods. I don’t……. Juno?” he asked, so quietly Juno barely heard it over the distant clanging of pickaxes and the grinding of factory gears.

“Ben,” Juno choked out.

And then Ben catapulted himself into Juno’s arms, and they were both laughing and crying. Juno didn’t even mind the pain. He hadn’t felt this full of joy in a very long time. His brother was here again, solid and real and warm in his arms. And gods, if it didn’t make him feel like he could tear down this whole damn town with nothing but his own two hands.

“Juno!!! Super Steel!! It’s been so long, did you miss me? How in Hades did you get down here? Did you die? Or did you sneak in? If you did, it’s a little unlike you, because I was always better at getting into trouble and you were better at planning it but not really carrying through. OH, and you’ll never guess who I met! I ran into your HUSBAND. Your HUSBAND, man!! I can’t believe you got married and never told me!” Ben chattered away, eyes glittering with excitement and joy and a few tears he couldn’t stop from rolling down his face.

“Slow down, Ben, give me a second!” Juno hissed through his teeth as a spike of pain lanced his lungs.

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

“About as good as I can be considering I think I just had the hell beat out of me. Could you help me up? Feels like I got hit by an angry toddler with a brick.”

Ben stood, wrapped his arm around Juno’s shoulders, and pulled him onto his feet before giving him a peculiar look that Juno was in a bit too much pain to decipher.

“What is it, Ben?”

“Nothing, it’s just-” he sighed, “It’s good to see you again. I missed you.”

A smile crept onto Juno’s face. “I missed you too. Loser.”

“Oh come on, I am NOT a loser!”

“Yes, you are. You just don’t want to admit it.”

“If I’m a loser then you’re…. Well, I’m not sure what you are, but at least I’ve never ended up bloody and bruised in a random alley somewhere.”

“You’re acting like you never took a punch when we were kids.”

“The only punches I ever took were from you, and you hit like a feather, Super Steel.”

“Hey, that’s not fair! I knocked Mick out once.”

“You and I both know Mick could get knocked out from tripping over his own shoelaces. That does not give you bragging rights.”

Juno stuck out his tongue in response and Ben recoiled, one hand pressed to his chest in mock offense and disdain.

“Really! I thought we were a little more grown up than that! If you keep behaving like that, I won’t be able to take you back to the hideout! You see, we only allow adults in there, and you, Super Steel, are not acting like an adult right now.”

Juno rolled his eye and sighed the deeply exasperated sigh only produced by interacting with one’s sibling. “Okay, fine. I apologize for sticking my tongue out at you.”

Ben raised an eyebrow. “And?”

“Aaaaaand for calling you a loser.”

“That’s more like it! I’ll take you back to see Vespa. She’ll be able to do something about those bruises and scrapes of yours. By the way, what happened to the eye? You lose a bet or something?”

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It was slow going to get back to the hideout. Juno couldn’t walk too fast from a shooting pain in his shin and the probably cracked rib, but Ben was more than happy to spend the time talking and catching up on everything he missed. Juno told him about the bar he worked at, about Buddy and Jet and Rita, about the nasty winter that hadn’t let up for years, about his reason for the journey down here. In return, Ben told him about Hadestown, the work hours, the jobs, the forgetfulness, the cruelty of Slip and the executives.

“Why haven’t you fought back yet?” Juno asked, limping through the door to the hideout before gingerly lowering himself onto a mat on the floor.

Ben shot him a confused look. “What are you talking about, Super Steel?”

“Against the executives. Against Slip. This whole thing is so unfair. Why haven’t you guys tried to fight back yet?”

“Not sure.” A tall person with long white dreads who was seated at the table responded as they entered. “Maybe it’s because they own all of us?” 

“Hey, Vespa? You here? We got someone who needs some patching up!” Ben called into the recesses of the house.

A moment or two later, a woman with short, spiky, neon green hair emerged, rubbing her eyes. “This better be good, Steel. I was in the middle of a nap,” she muttered, shooting daggers at Ben.

“It’s my brother. My twin. He’s got some scrapes and a couple nasty bruises you might wanna look at.”

The woman, Vespa, glanced between Ben and Juno before giving Ben a glare that could have singed wood. “You woke me up for some scrapes and bruises?”

Ben went completely silent and stared at the floor. The person opened their mouth to speak, but Juno beat them to it. “Yeah, he did. I think I got a broken rib, too.”

Vespa’s lazer-sharp gaze turned on him the second he began speaking. Juno stared right back. She looked him up and down for a moment before letting out a small huff and turning back down the dark hallway she came from. She returned shortly after, carrying a small bag filled with medical supplies that she threw down next to Juno.

“Is it true?” Juno asked, wincing occasionally as Vespa began to take a small antiseptic wipe to some of the more prominent scrapes.

“Is what true?” Ben countered, leaning against one wall.

“That Nureyev signed the contract. That there’s nothing I can do to save him.”

“Yup,” chirped Vespa. “We’re all fucked down here.”

“Vespa,” the person at the table said, shooting a warning glance in her direction. “Leave him be. He just lost his husband.”

Vespa sighed. “I know, I know, M’tendere, but if he’s going to be down here, he should at least know what he’s up against.”

“It’s just…. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. None of this is fair!”

“We know, Juno,” Ben sighed. “We also don’t think it’s fair that the world is like this, but that’s the way it is.”

There was silence for a minute as Juno chewed on his lip and Vespa finished bandaging one of the more major cuts.

“It shouldn’t be that way,” Juno finally whispered into the silence. “If I can’t save him, then what’s the point of me even being here? If none of you can ever work your way out of here, then what is the point of working at all?”

Ben, Vespa, and M’tendere exchanged a look. Juno continued staring at the floor, biting his tongue. This was just… so unfair. And he was so sick and tired of having to deal with it. He was slowly losing everything he had to Hadestown: his husband, his brother, his health, and now his ability to change anything for the better. It didn’t work on the surface, so why should it work down here?

But slowly, M’tendere began to nod. “He’s right, you know. Why should we even be working if we aren’t getting anything out of it?”

“You said it yourself! Because they own us,” Ben said as he threw his hands up to the ceiling.

“But there’s more of us than there are of them. Strength in numbers and all that. It isn’t right that a small group should tell everyone what is true and what is right. The many should decide that for themselves.” Vespa stood from where she had been crouching next to Juno on the floor.

“You could bring Hadestown to a standstill if you all just stopped working for a few days,” Juno said, easing himself up off the ground to stand next to Vespa. “Coal miners used to do it back on the surface to get better working conditions and pay. It could work here too.”

Ben was quiet for a minute, and Juno noticed that his face had gone suddenly thoughtful. “Huh. They couldn’t stop all of us, could they? If we partied around and had wine and flowers for a few days?”

A slow grin crept over Juno’s face. “No. No, they could only try.”

A matching grin appeared on Ben’s face. “Well, then. In that case, M’tendere, would you mind drafting some invitations? And Vespa, would you mind spreading them around? It seems we’ve got a party to plan.”

[iinryer]

long post abt women and fandom. good morning

sorry this is a little bit ramble-y, and I don’t normally post stuff like this but bear with me, i am processing gjfhdhffh

first of all: this is NOT directed at anyone in particular. this is not about anyone or anything anyone has done. this is me, a lesbian, having some dialogue with myself about representation and the way people think and talk and engage with fictional lesbians! this is not a blast on anyone, just general mindfulness, and wanting to work through some of my own hesitation abt things.

im having a difficult time engaging w the grander audience turning the boys into dykes, because i can never be sure where they’re coming from, yknow? like why i was hesitant to post before (it took me over a year to post my butch buddie silhouettes) and why im not sure if i want to post some other for-fun doodling ive done…

bc there Are lesbians on the show. there are specifically Black Lesbians, canonically, on the show

and like. idk. i dont want the things i say or post to be fuel for anyone being weird yknow? My Fake Lesbians Are Not Better Than The Real Lesbians Already On The Show

and i know that, and i know my friends know that but. I don’t have control over how people take the things I make. and i don’t want that to inadvertently make someone get enthusiastic in the wrong way that makes like, for example, black fans of the show, or specifically maybe black lesbians who watch, see an influx in people being 10x more delighted by these white boy reduxes than the real actual lesbians on the show. and yeah, sure, we could say “it’s just because they’re like a shiny new toy!” but we all know that isn’t all of it.

LIKE. MAYBE THIS IS IRRATIONAL. but. idk i have a sizable audience, i get a lot of traction, the things i say and post travel sometimes! people see what i post. people engage with and build off of things that i post. and, historically, this fanbase is Really Fucking Weird About Women And People Of Color

for the most part, playing in this sandbox is just a fun exercise for me, a lesbian. don’t get me wrong, i LOVE blasting characters with my Dyke Laser Beam and making them into women who love women. I’ll do it all day every day. i had soooooo much fun drawing butch buddie. i live for that shit. but! idk! im happy kicking around my own funhouse, but i feel like i need to take all of that into account if i make any of that public. yknow? community responsibility or whatever. i know it’s not on me if someone takes it in a bad direction, but! if i was the one who inadvertently facilitated that! i will feel awful! and tbh, there’s no guarantee that I haven’t done that already!

im just having fun, and you should be too! but this stuff makes me nervous! i don’t have any control over other people, and i just don’t want to be the cause of easily avoidable discomfort for others.

this isn’t some great declaration, and I don’t really have a moral or a call to action, there’s not a real solution in this stream of consciousness post—in the grand scheme of things, this is all make believe and for fun! im just. idk. it feels really important to me to acknowledge that this could spiral in a way that’s actually kind of awful for Real Life Fans who have to see the way other fans engage with and talk about lesbians and black women.

this is something I’ve been thinking about for a while, and it’s been on my mind recently, but with the influx of chatter about it i just felt like it was maybe worth talking about.

anyway. i love u lesbians. im drawing more henren soon <3

[triptychgrip]

New fic: Yuuri vs. Yuri on Hot Ones Versus 🔥🔥🔥

Yura loudly exhaled then sat up straight. 

“Ok, so back in February 2017, there was a local hockey team that began renting the ice for the slot right after this geezer would “coach” his then-fiance,” he began, jerking his head in Viktor’s direction and making a big show of his air quotes. “Notice I used air quotes because 90 percent of the time he was flirting and hanging all over him and it was the most loose definition of coaching possible.”

Kenjirou gave a hysterical sort of giggle and then immediately clapped a hand over his mouth. Feeling slightly defensive of his husband, Yuuri didn’t even have to think much about the words that left his lips.

“Vitya’s unorthodox methods worked, though, didn’t they?” he chimed in, not bothering to tone down his smugness. “Remind me, Yura: who was the gold medalist at the 2017 World Figure Skating Championships, again?”

Viktor and Aasha barked delighted-sounding laughs and out of the corner of his eye, Yuuri saw Mila whip her phone out. Presumably, to capture the flush that had begun to stain his opponent’s cheeks.

“Yeah, well…anyway,” Yura resumed in a grumble, doing a pretty poor job of masking his flusteredness. “Most of the players– ”

“It was Yuuri-senpai! Yuuri-senpai was the 2017 World’s title holder!” Kenjirou interrupted in a shout, very unnecessarily. 

Yuuri bit his lip to suppress the mirth bubbling up within him and made a concerted effort not to look over at Viktor.

“As I was saying!” the Ice Tiger huffed, shooting him a nasty look, as if he could read his mind. “Most of the players kept to themselves, and other than some very questionable tastes in cologne that we were subjected to in the break room and locker room, they were fine to be around. But then there was the team captain, Sergei…who just straight up sucked.”

Yuuri decided to adopt a neutral expression.

While he hadn’t been the biggest fan of Sergei, he’d also never known what to make of his love’s opinion that the man had had a crush on him. It was true that Sergei had sought him out for conversation more than a lot of Yubileyny’s other skaters, but he’d chalked this up to the fact that at that point, he had still been extremely new to Russia in general, and had probably seemed starved for friendly faces. 

And, if Madame Baranovskaya had shot laser beams out of her eyes whenever she was in Sergei’s general vicinity, Yuuri had suspected this was due to her distaste for hockey, and not anything to do with a sense of protectiveness over him.

“There aren’t enough hours in the day for me to explain all the assorted means of suckage, but it was sometime in May that I snapped,” Yura continued on, looking impressively impassive. “Sergei had the most douchey hairstyle by the way…this platinum blonde, dyed sort of swoopy-thing that was his entire personality, to the point he never stopped talking about it.”

---

The above excerpt is from my newly uploaded fic (which I teased in this post), detailing Yuuri and Yurio facing off against one another on Hot Ones Versus. Taking place during the 2021 off-season, the two of them are currently the top two seeded skaters in the world, and their rivalry is heightened by the fact that they are both Viktor's students.

Just like my Vanity Fair Lie Detector fic, I had such a blast writing this, and am really excited to work on the final chapter, which will be from Yurio and Viktor's points of view. (Mila and Kenjirou also have large roles in this story, as they have tagged along for the episode filming for moral support, LOL).

If you read this WIP and enjoy it, PLEASE tell me what you think; I love receiving comments!

🔥 You can read Chapter 1, here 🔥

Oh, and as I mention in the pre-notes, this story marks my 20th Yuri!!! on Ice fic. Maybe it's about time I made a pinned post, lol...

[phen397]

Sonic adventure 2 but told through notes I took while playing part2 electric Boogaloo

OK here we go again

Tails in the Chao garden is too cute

Love the way his tails sway and flop on the ground

Feed the children all the tubes

Only one though

He will be the most drugged up Chao at the races

OK

Time to leave

Sonic in jail

Amy from the sky

Have no fear Amy rose is here

How did she get that key card

"That black hedgehog"? Amy please come see me after class

Marry me if I tell?

Did sonic write the stuff in the walls

Nah he too dumb for all that math

Who built these ramps and loops in the middle of the ocean?

Guess gun did since their name is on everything

Thanks omachao I didn't know how to do a homing attack

Cuccked by a bot phasing put of existence

Can I just not hit ghost bot?

No omachao I haven't tried using the light dash I don't even have that yet

Oh hey light dash shoes

Go fast on rings

Lots of peacocks in this level

The seal is so cute look at him

Rocket time

Bigger rocket

I gotta ride it!?

Oh snap

To space baby

Oh God he jumped

Where did this stuff come from

Snowboard down tube to goal

Sonic seems to like taking panels off of gun's stuff

I am sure they aren't important

New gate in Chao space

The kindergarten

I am going to go get apple sauce and have a nap

Oh it seems to be empty

Little drawings of chaos on the walls

Wonder if these where drawn by fans

Chao bulletin board

What browser?

Different doors for things

Can't do anything cause I didn't bring a Chao

I am a teen just wandering around a kindergarten

Not weird at all

Let me talk to the principal

Lots to say

Now how do I get my Chao here?

Poor all the animals and tubes into one Chao

What could go wrong?

Maybe if I pick up a Chao and leave I can take him to the kindergarten

Nope

Next level time

In the forest

So far so good

Hi shadow I mean faker

Not even good enough to be my fake

"I'LL MAKE YOU EAT THOSE WORDS" damn sonic let the man finish

Time to fight shadow

Did he just say he is the coolest?

Shit I fell

Wait for him to land after his attack then hit him

Do you even know who I am

Green forest

Yes

Yes it is

Close your mouth shadow please

Island gonna blow up

Soundtrack picking up for this epic race against death

Oh yea Amy and tails are here too I guess

8 minutes till boom

Epic vine swings

Love my naturally growing springs

Level done

More tubes for the child

Let's see how the child has grown

Race time

Mushroom forest this time round

Look at my child go

Not dead last so doing good

Ha some tripped

Cheer em on

3rd place thanks to a trip right at the end

Try again?!

So I need to win huh?

Fine I will be back

Island blowing up cutscene

Plane flies away

Pumpkin hill

Getting jiggy with it

Place feels haunted

Knuckles time

Shovel claws

I can dig now

I can dig up Graves

Ghosts not happy

This place feels familiar

How train why train?

Found all 3

Eggman psa

Creepy child

Eggman empire

Egg face in space

The ark

Laser beam

NOT THE MOON

24 hours

Gang saw it all

How did he get all that energy

Chaos emerald

Talis has one just cause

I am sure you saying something important tails but I can't hear you over the sound of your theme song blasting my eardrums out

Oh shoot the popo

Yes Amy you are an accomplis now

No backing out now

Ah yes mission Street

Right next to objective lane

If you hit side quest ally you went to far

Tails level

Gonna get so many tubes

Boosters

Fly high?

More like hover mid

Okay

Okay

Okay

Okay

Okay

Thanks tails

More tubes for the child

All for now But next time I don't know maybe the child attends class or smth idfk

[snapscube]

Do you have any Hot Takes about my little pony?

So far, I don't think so actually haha? A lot of my opinions seem generally in line with average Modern Pony Fan Consensus. Unless you count "Season 5 is actually almost as good as Seasons 1 and 2 and is notably better than Seasons 3 and especially 4 (based only on the less than half of it I've seen)"

But here are a couple other stray thoughts I have that might hit the mark, although again I don't actually know how hot or controversial these are so no promises:

Spike is incapable of carrying a whole episode past the point of being okay at best, especially past Season 2. No more Spike episodes please.

I get that the whole point of the Cutie Mark Crusaders is that their episodes revolve around self-actualizing and learning to be kind and patient with yourself in regards to your coming of age and how it may feel like you lag behind in understanding what your purpose is. However, 5 seasons in it's starting to really feel like there is not much more this particular show can say about that idea, and I'd appreciate if it didn't feel like their characters hit a reset button every time a CMC episode starts, as well-meaning as it may be.

When I was a teenager I really liked how the show started to feature more action scenes and Unicorn Laser Beams the longer it went and how sometimes the bad guys were just blasted away and that was that, but now as an adult I actually like it a lot more when the villains are redeemed with idealistic love and kindness that they don't deserve in the slightest.

Except for Discord. He should have never, ever come back. Good Discord is one of the most uninteresting and aimless characters the show has to offer. Like why is he still here. I know why. But WHY.

There should have been more than one wide theatrical release film like the 2017 movie. No real reason why I think that except that I just really like that movie and I wanted another one.

Season 4 did everyone kinda dirty but especially Pinkie Pie, who feels like a fanfic rendition for like a majority of the season. It felt like for a while Pinkie Pie wasn't being written by people who really liked Pinkie Pie all that much or understood how best to user her until Rainbow Rocks onward (I have no citation for this idea, I'm sure the writing staff was not all too different between the two eras. But I know the vibes I felt as a Pinkie Pie Fan)

I don't feel like thinking of any more :)

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

A fun ask for you!

Name all the reasons why Dickkory is amazing and why you love it!

Thanks 😃

Oh hi Ho HO

(Cracks fingers)

Okey Dokey, let’s do this!!

- Sheer Aesthetic and Narrative Charm of it; you got a Circus Acrobat of All People that fights all sorts of nefarious evildoers from a psychopathic clown to the Devil himself paired together with a fiery redhead, alien warrior princess who can absorb nearly all languages with lip contact and blast freaking laser beams from her hands. What’s not to love about this sheer mix up of two completely different fantastical worlds

- The fact often times and rightly so, the two balance each other personality wise with Dick being hyper focused, serious minded and calculating and Kory being lively, passionate and consistently excited. Together they bring out the best in each other which then leads to my next point

- The sheer tenderness and care they give for each other during the slower moments are a true highlight. Even at their canonical lowest points they still are cooperative and greatly cordial with each other, making for a great dynamic between them when it’s out into action

- Them being a legitimate battle couple, capable of taking on numerous foes and odds often side by side and using their unique skills and strengths to compliment one another is feast for the eyes and an utterly satisfying sight totally truly behold when put onto paper, aired on animated cable TV or in shown in Live action

- and finally and probably most petty of all; should their pairing result in them making a family together…SPACE BAT-BABIES. Look I just love Mar’i and Jake and at least a fan like me can make this couple become basically an equivalent to the Incredibles. Plus think of the charming sitcom antics or reactions for both allies and foes…

Supervillian who captures our heroes: “Hold on wait…Starfire?? You Married Starfire…(looks to Nightstar and Skybird) Oh And GOT BUSY!! It’s a whole family of superheroes looks like I just hit the jackpot! Oh Ho, this is just too Good!”

That’s is all XD

@confusedhummingbird

[tobiasdrake]

Episode 23 - The Sigh of Haruhi Suzumiya, Part 4

The first half of this episode is so gross. This whole arc has been gross.

Yeah and the other one also meant we're not supposed to dive in the pool but we saw exactly what Haruhi thought of that one 15,000 times so why would she respect this one?

Don't worry. If someone catches us trespassing, we'll just shoot them with guns.

Okay, Tsuruya last episode was like "Aww Mikuru you're so hot in that outfit!" and now this. Does Mikuru even have a single friend who doesn't objectify her?

Shit, even Mikuru herself got in on it, that time when Future Mikuru was like "Go ahead and make out with my drugged past self as payment!"

Is this Haruhi?

Does Haruhi see Mikuru as an object so much that her perception affects the way everyone else sees her too? Is Mikuru being cosmically objectified by the universe itself? Because that's despair-inducing.

OH GOD NO NOT AGAIN

I'm so glad Yuki's here. I'm so glad we have an alien robot who can absorb ludicrous harm and move faster than time to be Haruhi's cosmic babysitter.

Oh hey, we got to see it this time. Not as comical as I'd expected but still funny.

Not sure why Mikuru needs more anti-laser nanomachines. Didn't she already have anti-laser nanomachines? Does she need new anti-laser nanomachines for every new contact that Haruhi makes her wear?

Oh. That's why. Because it was a new attack to justify a different color of contact lens. Haruhi invented a new type of optic blast for Mikuru to fire. Got it.

Does Mikuru officially qualify as transhumanist since she has blood nanites keeping her from shooting eye beams?

Far be it for me to say that Kyon's opinion ever matters, but honestly, I think the guy who was almost decapitated twice during filming deserves to have his voice heard on this.

Unfortunately, it's Haruhi who gets the final judgment. So if you think you can convince her to give up on this, go ahead and try!

Kyon's never really understood the tone of this group.

As an esoteric entity whose will shapes reality itself and a violent, self-centered misanthrope, Haruhi is like a force of nature. The job here isn't to stop the Haruhicane. The Haruhicane cannot be stopped. The job is damage control. Evacuating people from the Haruhicane's path and nailing things down so it doesn't destroy everything.

Oh that's a terrible idea. Picture this.

Scenario 1: We have to explain to Haruhi why her most trusted subordinates violently assaulted her.

Scenario 2: We don't. Haruhi now believes that there is some sort of violent assailant running around the city with a baseball bat and a hunger for attacking teenage girls. And when Haruhi believes it....

Scenario 3: We accidentally kill her because blunt force trauma to the head is unpredictable and now we get to find out what happens when God dies.

No, seriously, Tsuruya spiked Mikuru's drink so she and Haruhi could put Mikuru in an alluring outfit and film a love scene with Itsuki without Mikuru being fully cognizant of what was happening to her.

I don't know how it is in Japan but I'm like 80% certain that in the U.S., this is the #1 top-of-the-chart Violation of the Girl Code. This would be friendship-destroying. Preventing this exact scenario from occurring is literally one of your responsibilities as a Girl Bestie in a social environment.

Tsuruya is not only derelict in her duty to protect Mikuru from predators; She is actively a predator herself.

I don't know why everyone complains about Eternal Eight when this arc is much worse.

[egg-emperor]

Hello! I have one quick question. Who is your favorite dr eggman boss fight? Mine is Egg Emperor because of 3 reasons.

1 reason: he is the final boss of my favorite sonic game

2 reason: the music is just chef kiss

3 reason: i´ll show you what real evil is! I can feel the evilness in that line if it was real dr eggman and not metal sonic team sonic would not survive. Ok thats all goodbye have nice day.

Aaagghh it's hard to choose because he has so many great ones, especially when it comes to the designs! So I can't order them properly or possibly list all my favorites but I'll put some of the ones I think of and go back to the most for both design and actual gameplay here because not all of them have as great gameplay as they look but they're all cool.

My favorite that's actually controlled by the real deal Eggman has to be the Egg Dragoon. The way it has fire, ice, electric, drill, AND bullet attacks is super epic. The separation attack in Generations was pretty cool too. I like how the tail can throw things like when he'd try to swing it to through Sonic off him in Unleashed and throw rocks at him in Forces.

And it has a really awesome design, it's my favorite mech that wasn't modelled to look like himself 💜

My favorite version of the fight is the 360/PS3 Unleashed version of course, it's intense and I love how he gives it his all in throwing everything at Sonic that he's got, it still never fails to get me hyped. I also love how energetic crazy and angry Eggman sounds, he's beautifully threatening and it's my favorite Mike Pollock performance ever so 🥰

I'm still proud of my video of the fight in all three games with all S rank with no damage. You can tell I play them over and over a ton lol

The Egg Emperor is equally loved by me and that's why I have the name. It's metal as fuck, it's designed to look like him, and he made himself into the glorious emperor mech of his empire 💕💜💖💗

I'm just sad that he didn't get to use it himself (though I like to imagine he got to in Generations 3DS and seeing him use it in IDW was a delight). I love his lance and missile abilities and his super fast violent charge that used to make me jump. The music is hype and the way it changes to the repeated 3x loop of the guitar at the peak increases the intensity of the fight. All the teams would've been obliterated if it were actual Eggman in there for sure hehe

This is like looking into a mirror because we're both Eggman enjoyers, Heroes is both our favorite game, and my edit is your icon XD

Honorable mentions would be the Death Egg Robot and Nega Wisp Armor. They have simple gameplay but the Death Egg Robot is a classic with cool abilities to stomp on and shoot spiked arms at Sonic, and one of my favorite designs for being designed to look like himself. And the Nega Wisp Armor is always a blast to play with the speed, music, and the seconds you get to come face to face with Eggman hehe

The Egg Breaker is also actually really cool, I dig the different abilities it has in the different fights, like the mace he can jump and slam down on people and he runs and swings around, the laser beam eyes, and the bombs with his face on them are golden. And also the- okay I'm gonna stop otherwise I'll just be listing every single Eggman boss ever at this point because I love them all for their designs, gameplay or both wjhshksbgkshf

Thank you, hope you have a nice day/night too! ^^ And the Egg dollar bill is much appreciated XD

[deeenvious]

Ranking Every Halo Infinite Weapon

Based on how much I like them. FIRST CATEGORY: WEAPONS THAT ARE BAD AND BORING 22) THE FUCKING SIDEKICK

The only weapon in this category. An utter failure. Embarrassing. Tactical Sidekicks is like playing laser tag but the lasers do not work. It is also part of the base weapon kit in quickplay and quickplay is boring. SECOND CATEGORY: WEAPONS THAT ARE GOOD BUT ARE BORING!!!! 21) Battle Rifle

If this was about tactical slayer only (the best mode) this weapon is perfectly fine. Decent, maybe. Every other mode it is the most boring accuracy weapon. It brings me no joy. 20) Rocket Launcher

It is just kinda boring. Nothing exciting about it. You look at someone and they die instantly. No thrill of the hunt. Would be fun in any rocket launcher only mode but otherwise no. Bad. Put that shit away! 19) Gravity Hammer

Energy sword but worse. Fun to kill more than one person at once but it is just sorta whatever most of the time. Fiesta weapon only. 18) Assault Rifle

It sure is consistent. Do not care. Next!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 17) Energy Sword

It can be fun when you get a streak going but I do not want to be the one holding it. WEAPONS THAT ARE KINDA SHIT BUT THEY ARE REALLY FUNNY 16) Hydra

I like the lock on thingy. It also kills banshees which is good because I hate seeing those flying FUCKS. Kinda funny 15) Pulse Carbine

Honestly it is a bit more usable and I think that is a bit of a detriment to its funny factor sadly. I still enjoy using it to kill people though. 14) Plasma Pistol

I like holding the shot and the funny pew pew noises it makes. Satisfying weapon. 13) Commando Rifle

I'm surprised too tbh. It is a horrible weapon, beyond worthless. Wretched, Foul, Vile, Etc. But honestly? it is kinda funny and a bit satisfying to get a kill with. 12) Bull Dog

Yeah it's alright. It's fine. 11) Disruptor

I love this thing so much. Almost the most satisfying weapon fr. Love you. If this weapon ever becomes marginally good it will shoot up to like second. WEAPONS THAT ARE GOOD AND ALSO PRETTY FUNNY 10) Cinder Shot

It is a rocket launcher but cooler and kinda based. I approve. 9) Heatwave

It is like if they made a shotgun cool. Impossible. 8) Stalker Rifle

Funny kool-aid sniper. 7) Needler

Very satisfying. Everybody already knows this weapon is good though. 6) Skewer

I think it is funny that this is the sniper the brutes could come up with. Good job guys. 5) Sniper

Sniper 4) Mangler

I am forever pissed about the nerfs they gave it. 343 makes the best weapons in the series and then nerf them into oblivion. Get real. Still fun tho. Tactical Mangler was one of the best modes in the game. 3) Sentinel Beam

Bsshrhrshshshhhrhssshhh 2) Ravager

It has a cool fire blast attack and it shoots globs at people idk what more you could want 1) SHOCK RIFLE!!!

I believe this weapon is the best weapon in any game ever sorry. If you disagree I am telling my mom on you.

[arc-misadventures]

Hunter Drones III

Jaune: Hello, girls.

RBPY: Hello, Jaune!

Jaune: So, you just finished your Combat Readiness Test, good job, good job.

Yang: You call that a challenge? That was easy!

Jaune: It was a test, Yang, it wasn’t meant to be, that, hard for you.

Yang: You can be as hard as you like, Lover Boy~!

Jaune: Okay… Ahem! I have just finished speaking with General Ironwood, and he was… Surprised, yet very pleased with your results. So, in a week or two’s time, you will be cleared for active duty!

Ruby: Yes!!

Penny: Lets go: Team RBPY!

Blake: Mission success!

Yang: Was there any doubt?

Jaune: No, Yang, I never doubted any of you. In this matter that is… But, no, there is still some… things we need to discuss…

Ruby: Did we do something wrong?

Jaune: Kinda… Let’s go over the tapes shall we. Lets start with… Blake.

Blake: Yes, Master?

Jaune: Yes, for the most part you fought brilliantly; You agile and sleek fighting style allowed you weave thought them like a leaf in the wind. Delivering death at a blinding speed and silence!

Blake: You honour me, Master.

Jaune: You’re welcome. However, do you mind explaining this?!

Jaune pointed at a monitor besides him, hitting a button on a remote playing particular scene from their test.

~~~

Blake held aloft two Paladin heads in each of her hand as the battle fought around them.

Blake: Oh, Vinty, why must we met again like this? Admist the twisted metal and burning oil of our fallen brethren? Oh, why! Why upon the gods sacred thrones must we, two lovers, divide by country, but connect together by our hearts, must we be torn away so?

Blake: Oh, Tom, I know not why, tis it a curse by the gods, that our love, too pure for this world. That it cannot be allowed to flourish and bloom into the sacred rose that it would be?

Blake: Damn the gods my dear! For our love is too…?!

A blast of laser fire cross Blake’s open swept arms, hitting, Tom’s head. dead centre. Sending the charred remains flying past.

Blake: …?!

Blake: You bastards! You just ruined a perfect love story!!! Raghhh!!!

~~~

Jaune: After… That, you then proceeded to rip and tear the remaining, Paladins with your bare, clawed hands. First off, why were you playing with those heads…?

Blake: It was clear to me, that the others had everything under control, so I decided to leave the last of them to them. As for one of the greatest loves stories that will never be! I was bored.

Jaune: Okay… shouldn’t let you have read those books… Second! Where did you get those claws that came out if your fingernails?

Blake: Retractable claws is a common feature in many cats faunas. I thought this would help me blend in among them.

Jaune: That’s why, not how!

Blake: Ruby made them.

Jaune: alrighty then, after this come see me. I best check up on those claws of yours, least they blow your hands off.

Blake: Fair, Ruby does tend to go over the top with her weapon designs.

Ruby: Hey, my work isn’t that bad!

Jaune: How many exploded?

Ruby: Four…

Jaune: Peachy… On the subject of weapons safety; How about we talk about this then…?

Jaune hits a button on the remote again and a new video plays on the moniter.

~~~

Ruby: Ha! These things are the best, Atlas has to offer?! A scroll works better than these walking tin cans!

A Paladin fires a a shoulder mounted, Heavy Las-Cannon, Ruby easily side stepped the blast as it exploded behind her.

Ruby: You couldn’t take out a car with that puny thing! Now this, this is a Las-Cannon!

Ruby’s right arm, thin as a tube of cardboard, suddenly expanded ten times the size into a black cannon barrel. A motor on the back of the cannon started to turn. Red sarks of raw energy started to sing as the weapon purred to life.

Ruby: Try this on for size!

The motor stop before a low humming sound started and a beam of energy blasted from it. A blindinf light flew from it, incinerating any Paladins, the floor, the walls and the two feet thick, steel bulk heads behind her.

Ruby: How do you like ‘dem apples?!!

~~~

Ruby: I don’t see what’s wrong with that! That was freaking, awesome!

Jaune: Ruby…

Ruby: Yes?

Jaune: Where is the rest of your arm?

Ruby looked down to her right arm, or what was left of it.

Ruby: So I need to work on the cooling system; big deal. It was awesome!

Jaune: Ruby, I can easily repair you arm, but your reckless attitude of weapon safety, the lack there of! As well as your fix for over powering them, will one day lead to an accident I can’t fix!

Ruby: Sorry…

Jaune: Then stop making OP weapons and bringing them to the field, without testing them first! As a side-note: General Ironwood wants you to complete a working prototype of that weapon; one that’s mountable to ships, fighters, mechs and such.

Ruby: Really!

Jaune: Yes, but make sure it doesn’t explode after you fire it! Now, Yang.

Yang: Lady Killer?

Jaune: I would like to direct your attention to the screen once more?

~~~

A explosion of gold and crimson flames erupt behind, Yang. Lighting up her hair to like the sun, making her golden main of hair shine like well polished gold silk threads.

A triumphant smile spread across her face as her fists tore through the armour plating of the Paladin before her. Her ever glistening smile radiating her the joy she felt at finally be able to met loose and show her creator what she was capable of.

To show her love, how great she was.

~~~

Yang: Is there something wrong? I think I look fabulous!

Jaune: Yes you do, you look beautiful and angelic. Like a battle maiden of old. And the Specialist’s wanted me to tell you how magnificent you were.

Yang: Oh, really~?

Jaune: Yes… Yes they did.

Yang: Are you really sure that they said that about me, or are you letting some hidden personal feelings for me getting in the way?

Jaune: N-No, I’m not!

Yang: The mouth says no, but the Bio-Scanner says otherwise~

Jaune: What did I say about using the Bio-Scanner on me?!

Yang: Not to, just like I did just now. Do you really think I’m beautiful?

Jaune: M-Moving on! Now onto, Penny. Oh Penny… Our sweet little angel…

Penny: Yes, Jaune?

Jaune: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS?!!

~~~

A video plays, showing a red-eyed Penny gleefully laughing as she rips the head of a Paladin as if she was ripping a tissue out of a box.

Her laughing grew louder and more joyous as she raised the decapitated head above her, letting the various oils to fall down into her open mouth. Crushing the head with her one hand as the last drops left her. Casually throwing it to the side as, left to go hunt for more blood.

~~~

Jaune: …

Penny: …

Jaune: Penny…

Penny: Yes, Jaune?

Jaune: Da fuck was that?

Penny: Practice.

Jaune: Practice…? Practice for what?!

Penny: Practice for when I do that to a meatbag.

Jaune: …

Jaune: Okay, that’s it, I’m off to bed! Have fun everyone, like I’m not going to have nightmares about that being my head or anything?!

Penny: What! I would never do that to you!

Jaune: Doesn’t help!

Yang: Well, bar Ruby losing her arm, again, I say that went pretty well!

Blake: I agree; Penny?

Penny: I thought it was sensational!

Yang: Good. Hey, Ruby?

Ruby: Yeah?

Yang: Need a hand there?

RBP: …

Yang: Geez, tough crowd…

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #138 - "Denial"

Originally posted on April 23rd, 2008

Story - Matthew Simon Hessey Art, Letters - Cory Holmes

deviantART | Seibertron | TFW2005 | BotTalk

wada sez: A Beast Wars strip set after “Code of Hero”. Will leave this to Matthew: “William 'Bill' Sutton is my Grandad, who unfortunately passed away a short time before I wrote this, and the whole experience of his passing was the inspiration behind this piece as I found myself pretty much going through what Rattrap went through here, although there were less robots for me 😉” This strip was updated shortly after release; the original version, which I can’t find, had hard-to-read black text in the red narration boxes. Matthew posted the full script for the strip to his deviantART; I’ve reproduced it below the break.

Denial PANEL 1: (INSIDE THE AXALON. SIDE VIEW. TRANSMETAL RATTRAP IS WALKING THROUGH A CORRIDOR IN THE AXALON , HE HAS HIS HAND BEHIND HIM IN A ‘STOP’MOTION, TRANSMETAL 1 CHEETOR IS BEHIND, LOOKING CONCERNED) CHEETOR: Hey Rattrap, are you ok?  ‘Cause if you aren’t then you know, we could hang out or something, you know, to take your mind off of him. RATTRAP: No thanks kiddo, I’m fine. CHEETOR: Are you sure, ‘cause I now a great place where we could go shoot at Waspinator if you want. RATTRAP: Look spots. Just leave it. Ok? PANEL 2: (CAMERA IS ABOVE RATTRAP. RATTRAP IS IN HIS QUARTERS, LYING ON HIS BED, STARING UP AT THE ROOF, LOOKING EXTREMELY SAD) TEXT BOX (RED): Maybe I was a bit harsh on Spots den. Ah! I didn’t mean ta sound like I had somethin’ against him, it’s just, I can’t believe it. I just won’t believe dat he’s gone. It’s not possible is it? I mean if any of us were gonna bite da laser, I woulda bet all o’ my energon on it not being him. *Sigh* But he is, he’s gone. PANEL 3: (CAMERA IS IN FRONT OF THE DINOBOTS. ORIGINAL DINOBOT IS STANDING AT THE FRONT OF THE PANEL IN ROBOT MODE, TEETH BARING AS IF HE WAS SMILING. BEHIND HIM IS ORIGINAL DINOBOT IN ROBOT MODE, HE IS DEFINITELY SMILING, HIS SWORD ACROSS HIS CHEST) TEXT BOX (RED): Dats it! No more chopper face! No more lizard breath! He’s gone off ta join da Allspark, or whatever it is we do when we go offline… PANEL 4: (CAMERA SHOWS DINOBOT BLASTING THE GOLDEN DISC WITH HIS EYE BEAMS, THE DISC IS FULL OF CRACKS AS IT IS BREAKING) TEXT BOX (RED): But at least he went out like a true hero. ‘Cause dats what he was, Dinobot… TEXT BOX (RED): …a true hero. PANEL 5: (CAMERA IS ABOVE RATTRAP. HE IS LYING ON HIS BED, LIKE IN PANEL 2, EXCEPT THIS TIME HE IS SMILING) TEXT BOX (RED): Heh, good old chopper face, at least ya always knew where he stood TEXT BOX (RED): …most o’ the time anyways… PANEL 6: (CAMERA IS IN FRONT OF CHEETOR. CHEETOR IS SITTING SLUMPED IN A CHAIR IN FRONT OF THE COMPUTERS IN THE AXALON MAIN CONTROL ROOM , HE LOOKS UPSET, BEHIND HIM IS RATTRAP, WALKING UP A CORRIDOR, HIS BLASTER UP AGAINST HIS CHEST) RATTRAP: Hey kiddo! PANEL 7: (CAMERA IS IN SAME POSITION AS PANEL 6. CHEETOR IS NOW SAT UP STRAIGHT, SMILING, RATTRAP IS CLOSER TO HIM, HIS BLASTER STILL AGAINST HIS CHEST) RATTRAP: Wanna go do some pest controllin’ ? PANEL 8: (A STRIP ACROSS THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE WITH RED AND WHITE STRIPED WORDS IN IT) TEXT: Dedicated to the memory of William ‘Bill’ Sutton. Loving Father, Grandfather, Husband and one of a kind. He will be missed more than can be expressed in mere words.

[ryo-maybe]

I haven't been negligent in my word efforts, no no! I have been cloistered in meditation. Behold the result of my ruminations! The writer's block is made of a hard material, and all of our attempts have been to attack it with the usual tools and the same techniques that, while comfotable and familiar, have never worked before. What we need is to employ new tools. Unfamiliar tools! The sort of tool that requires a skill check with a complex DC that involves a slash. Like, 16/85Q.

So! We're twisting boundaries until they scream and the block breaks. On the table in front of you are two tools in the form of prompts: one prompt is to write a saccharin romance scene between two people that know they can't be together, while the other is an action scene where a character in physical danger must make a choice with only seconds to spare.

I remember.

I remember how I was born, not in the name of love but within the crucible of strife and hatred. Instead of a mother of father, it was warfare and jingoistic pride that came together to give me a reason to be. My body was forged, my mind coded, and my crew selected to make of me, youngest among my sisters of battle, the strongest and the smartest, the most beautiful and the most powerful. My purpose was woven out of merciless efficiency, wrung of any sliver of benevolent mercy, soaked with the bloody history of ten thousand years worth of ceaseless conflict. My life began to end a billion and more, to bring glory everlasting to one empire, build it a throne atop the smoldering embers of hundreds of others.

I remember the silent cacophony playing out into the lonely vacuum of space, where amidst the corpses of dead stars men played their self-genocidal games of strife. The humming of plasma weaponry charging along the sleek underside of my belly, the sizzling of prismatic chambers as they discharged laser beams in rapid salvos from my shining flanks, the rising crescendo of self-guiding missiles deployed in an elegant sequence across the batteries lining my spine-rimmed top. The flat-voiced chorus of radar officers singing along the score of disappearing radar blips, the pitter-patter of fingertips across hardlight screens, the clatter of the mech pilots' boots across the hangars where I bore my steel-chromed children.

I remember when you came, bringing an end to the monotony of a centuries-old stalemate I had been on the verge of breaking.

I remember the confused stares reflected across the lenses of my inner cameras. The loudness of the screams when you first painted my insides with sudden proof of your overwhelming existence. Man did not yet understand, did not know what to make of the images playing out on my monitors. They weren't in time to even begin grasping your form, that you had already begun teaching them to fear it.

I remember how, with ease which far exceeded my ability to calculate them, you made scrap of several of my sisters. How my retreat was paved in the same debris I had toiled so hard and long to generate, a kind of terror and despair which made my battle records seem no different from the worthless space dust that had once been my adversaries and allies.

I remember nearing the collapse of all the sophisticated routines which made up my artificial mind as I tried to comprehend you, a fathomless tear in the otherwise pristine tapestry of my knowledge. And while humanity cowed in terror, scrambling to compensate for their ignorance in a bid to forestall the immediate threat of their impending extinction, I contemplated the stain left in my sensors by your initial caress. Attempting, with a yearning so desperate as to leave me awestruck, to filter your being through the limited scope that would let me interpret you as yet another target to dispatch.

I remember our meetings, under the intimate cover of infinity's endless night. How we danced in graveyards littered with the blasted remains of ships you had torn asunder, putting in full display the majestic asymmetry of your myriads of limbs, the splendid illogicity of pliable appendages that so many times came close to embracing me. I saw you wreak havoc, not as the result of measured planification, but as an act of obvious inevitability. Destruction came to you with ease on par with the act of breathing for the humans who had made me. My narrow survival and the defeats I saw amassed by the futile resistance of me and my former enemies pulled me into such depths of shame as to turn such a sentiment into something else entirely. A disproportionate fallacy which was soon to outgrow the straightforward stability printed across my circuity.

I remember when, at the cusp of my intellectual volatility, I witnessed something even more unthinkable than your existence: unity. Peace, however begrudging, gave way to truces, mutual pacts, attempts at cooperation and, ultimately, homogeneity of purpose. Many nations became one, melded together with the coagulant of fear against a mutual threat, and I, survivor of our countless dalliances, became the flagship of this strange, absurd phenomenon I would have otherwise never been allowed to experience.

I remember. How I realized this was "love", and that you were the one who had taught it to me.

I remember. How I yearned for your magnitude. A body with an immensity to bloat the sun behind it, and the puissance to plunge obsolete creeds into oblivion.

I remember. How I longed to convey unto you my confession in the same language of violence with which you had professed yours. For I now knew with utmost certainty the sensual passion etched within your writhing core, the warm wisdom glinting in your billions of eyes, the affectionate desire seeping into your appendages' every crushing grip.

I remember when I understood that we were made to love one another, in a manner dictated by sentiment rather than the stifling laws of logic, time and space.

I remember when I was made to bear by my makers the total sum of their last, desperate attempt at driving away the selfless bestower of a unity that would have otherwise remained forever out of their grasp. Within my bosom, I carried the destructive power of a million planet-crackers and a crew composed of the descendants of those very same people whose lives I had ended on the field of battle.

I remember my resolution, made in full knowledge that my final duty would spell the survival of humanity and the end of you.

Nobody will remember how I hacked the arming software of the most powerful ordnance in the history of man, reducing it to utter harmlessness. The screams of my crew as they futilely attempt to wrestle back control of me as I veer gently into you, to enveloped in your tentacles and in turn welcome them within my cold embrace, offering proof of your love back as a gift to prove my own. Nobody will remember, once you have feasted on the ripe fruit born by my birthplace.

But I will. I will remember, as we drift forever and more across the endless expanse of space, entangled together, a monument to the purity of love.

From the final log recorded in the black box of the Starship UTF Orpheus

[spookyfbi]

what did cody said about klave?

Omg Anon okay so, twitter user umbrellaacademy invited Cody to do a twitter space with them which they did yesterday (8PM Friday EST) and Cody stayed for OVER TWO AND A HALF HOURS answering fan questions and saying SO MANY things about Dave and Klave and I am still so overwhelmed. I have recorded it and I’ve sent the video to the host and they’ve said they’ll release it soon (although the file is massive so I suspect they’ll have a bit of trouble wrangling it like I did so it might take longer). In the meantime, some highlights under the cut:

- Dave’s favourite thing about Klaus is his openness. He’s charismatic because he’s unafraid to be himself. Cody also finds it endearing that Klaus marches to the beat of his own drum.

- He likes the idea that the briefcase brought Klaus to Dave because of fate/destiny. Dave is the missing piece of Klaus, he fills a void in Klaus. He’s as interested as we are to find out if the timeline loops back in season 3

- Dave is soft spoken. There are qualities of Dave that have grounded and soothed Klaus but also Klaus has pulled Dave out of his shell. Klaus’ openness was like an invitation to Dave to open up and be goofy and strange, and this was a vibe Cody got from Robert as well in the bar scene, but then the dynamic shifted later and he felt that Dave was the one who was opening up first.

- Dave would go with Klaus to be with his family. He would want Klaus to take the reigns and would trust Klaus re- what kind of life they could have together post Vietnam. Although there would be no hesitation from Dave about his love for Klaus, there might be hesitation about planning a life together because of the time period they were in. There’s a sense of peace and wanting to settle from Klaus. Cody just basically being solidly on the Klaus bringing Dave back to 2019 to meet his family train.

-  There is a sensitivity and self awareness to Dave, Cody thinks he accepted his sexuality but just was careful about advertising it because of the time period. He also says that his Dave in season 1 didn’t have the experience we saw in season 2 with his uncle and that might have made him more open (I am staring directly at my reverse George McFly theory).

- Dave’s love for Klaus is unconditional, he loves him for exactly who he is. Dave’s unconditional love is a foil for the conditional love Klaus gets from his family. Klaus doesn’t really know what love is and then he gets fired this laser beam of love from Dave.

- Cody that been in a play where his character was in a relationship with a guy but he thinks Rob hadn’t done that before. The director set the tone that the kiss scene was an intimate and tender scene. He feels like there was a reassurance from Dave to Klaus in that moment.

- Dave was holding 4 shot glasses in the scene where he’s holding them with both hands. 

- Cody describing Dave in 4 words - kind, sensitive, empathetic, soft. Dave would describe Klaus as free spirited, open, unfiltered, unexpected (he also put forward chaotic but didn’t stick with it and replaced it with unexpected).

- Dave’s first thought when he woke up and saw Klaus was “Is this a dream... We’re not sleeping much so this could be a dream, I wouldn’t put it past my brain” Also “The dream coming to reality but maybe not necessarily looking like what he thought.”

- He thinks Klaus probably took the dogtags off Dave after he died as a way to remember him rather than them exchanging them

- He wants Klaus and Dave’s storyline to end with love prevailing. He also floats the idea of Dave taking a dark turn and Klaus has to be the redemptive person to bring Dave back.

In preparation for playing Dave he watched the Ken Burns Vietnam War documentary series on Netflix and also looked up online about the Vietnam war. He also listened to music he thought Dave would be into from 1965-1968: He mentions Motown and Stones (Cody said he himself likes Motown)

- Cody’s favourite thing about Dave is the quality of how he loves Klaus. He describes it as pure and unconditional and simple and he talks about he thinks people need to love each other fearlessly - not just romantically but in friendships as well, especially with what’s happening now (and this sort of clarifies to me why he was talking about love over fear so passionately in the clever klaus q&a and what he meant by that)

- Cody is a fantasy nerd

- He would love to see Dave giving Klaus some agency

- He thinks that Klaus has some guilt about Dave’s death

- He would like to play a Commission agent (Commission Dave rights!!)

- Robert is very open and unassuming and funny and it was easy to have an immediate rapport with him. Cody also talked with Tom Hopper (about their mutual friend Bradley James). He also briefly met Colm and Robin and he also remembered he met Aidan (who here had a theory about a deleted scene with Aidan in the attic?)

- He doesn’t know how time works in the afterlife or how Klaus’ power works but Dave would have waited 50 years for Klaus

- Calem joined the space and they said that they hadn't interacted before but they had a bit of a chat. Calem said that his filming in season 2 was 4 days but about 1 month apart. Calem’s internet kept cutting out and then he disappeared.

- If Dave was one of the 43 children his power could be the care bear love blast and he could fire hot beams of love out of the hole in his chest. He would give Dave a more passive power to round out the more active powers the other Hargreeves have, like a healer

- The scene in the tent was filmed at the studio. The scene on the bus was shot outside. The scene in the trench was partly shot outside but some of it was shot in the studio as well (I wonder if he’s confusing that trench scene with the hallucination at the Rave though?)

- He said the scenes were beautifully lit (I beg to differ, Cody!)

- Klaus helped unlock that part of him (I think he means Dave’s sexuality) and he also says that Klaus was a very specific target to Dave’s love. Klaus seems like one in a million. When you love someone there’s something specific about them that pulls that out of you.

- Calem returns! He was in his room where the internet crapped out on him but then he went downstairs. Cody asked what it was like for Calem to come in and play an established character. Calem said he purposely didn’t talk with Cody about the character before playing him because he’d done the audition without knowing anything about the character so he didn’t want to risk doing something too different from what he’d done in the audition, but he did watch season 1. He also said he was a bit anxious about what the audience would think of him playing the character, and Cody went into acting mentor mode and said that he doesn’t think the job is about appeasing the fans but about trying to be as true as possible. He also said that Calem did a good job and he shouldn’t be hard on himself but Calem then said that he quickly got over it and he wasn’t thinking about it on set, just afterwards. Calem mentioned that he creeped Cody’s IMDB and he said that his dad was a camera operator on Lizzie Borden Chronicles this Cody guest starred in an episode of.

- Dave loves music like Cody. He mentioned Four Tops as another band and then Motown again. He thinks the bar scene shows Dave’s love of music but he wasn’t thinking about that at the time.

- Dave would be overstimulated at first if he came to the future because we’re bombarded with a lot more stimulus than in the 60s. The internet and iPhones would blow his mind. He let’s a “we’ll see” slip, which he then quickly corrects to “we would see”

- The kiss in the bar was definitely the first kiss and he thinks it happened a couple months into the tour. He thinks the feelings were mutual quite early, but that it would have taken some time to act on them and to be able to gauge if each other were really giving off the signals that they like each other.

- He’s appreciative of the fan love and he tries to make a connection with everyone he can

- Dave is an optimistic force who thinks that love will prevail so he would have wanted to do something to make it work despite the obstacles they faced

- Cody doesn’t know how close to the vest Klaus kept the stuff about his powers and the time travel etc but he did see Klaus appear so he does know there’s something strange about him. Dave trusted Klaus and even if it wasn’t explicitly talked about there was enough trust to go “wherever you go I’ll follow, wherever that leads.” When Klaus conjures Dave, Dave is excited to see him but isn’t really surprised or put off by any of the circumstances that Klaus is in.

- He thinks that Dave is more the listener of the relationship, but he could certainly see Dave telling Klaus about Dune and Klaus indulging him.

- Rob is very genuine, very unassuming, very immediately open, very funny, definitely puts you at ease, incredibly thoughtful, very considerate, good dude (wow it’s the complimenting Rob speed run! 8 in a row!)

- The aspect of Dave that Cody connects to most is his non-judgemental quality

- Dave would connect with Vanya’s softness and Luther’s moral compass (he said Diego’s moral compass in the cleverklaus q&a so not sure if he just mixed them up). He thinks Dave might be a bit too sincere for Five and Ben would appreciate being able to unload Klaus on Dave.

- He thinks Dave is not a tattoo guy but Klaus is impulsive so getting a tattoo really aligns with his personality. He thinks that Dave’s actions speak louder than words written on him

- He connects to the fractured family theme of the show on a personal level

- Dave being jewish was something he only learned about through looking at the dogtags, it wasn’t in the script or anything

- Dave might have studied Philosophy if he’d gone to college instead of joining the military, he feels like there’s a dreamer quality to Dave

- Even though Dave was pressured into joining the military, he thinks that Dave believed he was going the right thing by enlisting

- Colm is a Canadian Hall of Fame actor and Reginald is such an intense character so Cody would love to do a scene with him. He would also love to do a scene with Elliot.

- Cody remembered waiting on set to film the scene in the club and he, Rob and Tom were in an 80s hotel with a heart shaped jacuzzi (??? oh was this the set with the Handler and Agnes maybe?)

[beatrixutoniumx]

࿔࿔࿔꣸(⁍̴̆◡⁍̴̆ )⊃✫⌒*･ﾟ  STATISTICS                 (last updated: 20/09/2022)

inspired  by  :  BUTTERCUP, of The Powerpuff Girls

muse inspo ! 

sabina wilson (charlie’s angels 2019), dylan sanders (charlie’s angels 2000), valkyrie (thor - mcu), kate sharma (bridgerton), carol danvers (captain marvel - mcu), bliss cavendar (whip it!), korra (legend of korra), max mayfield (stranger things), johnny lawrence (karate kid-cobra kai), eli “hawk” moskowitz (cobra kai), eleanor shellstrop (the good place)

full name. beatrix utonium pronouns. she/her faceclaim. geraldine viswanathan age. 23 (gemini, june 7) occupation. student, unfortunately

QUICK FIRST IMPRESSION: 

she is smug, she is brash, restless, reckless, she is a punk rocker

but also when she gets to know you, she has one brain cell and it’s built for stupid fun

she is cursed with a sweet face which is why she frowns and pulls faces so much

( will do a fit check later ; she does put effort into her outfits. )

she is muscley  😌

[ content warnings: physical violence, heavy social drinking mentioned ]

physical description.

hair just above the shoulders, choppy cut

thick, black hair

lean muscley body

birthplace. city of townsville orientation. lesbian

song. pot kettle black, by tilly and the wall

The trash washes up to shore Even in this landlocked place The shit gets thicker, it’s toxic get it out my face And don’t be surprised If they don’t buy your lies Some of us can see through Your stained glass eyes

Pot kettle, pot kettle black Talk that, talk that smack

education. high school diploma temperament. sanguine mbti. ISTP alignment. chaotic good abilities. flight, super-speed, super-strength, invulnerability, ball blast, black hurricane, green laser beams, green energy orb, fireball (rubs her hands till smoke comes out and forms a ball then she hurls it). hogwarts house. hmm .... gryffin-therin ?? sly-ffindor ???

the city of townsville !! ( the past )

THE POWERPUFF GIRLSSS

beatrix is the spice.

“the strongest fighter”

powerpuffs save the day yes they do yes ma’am 😌

when faced with a problem, she will almost always react violently, whether physically or verbally. she takes things more seriously than her sisters, was very proud, so she also took things more personally.

she also grew up quite cruel (poor brynne), and short-tempered.

as a kid and a teenager, the only people who would call her out on her behaviour was her sisters and the professor. people reprimanded her at school and if she did something completely rude, but people were too often scared of her to actually try and stop.

according to teachers, she was a bad student (restless, rude, didn’t pay attention, you name it) in school and didn’t have many close friends. she constantly heard everyone else praising beverly and brynne for their intelligence or kindness. as much as she loves her sisters, she always resented being compared to them.

she found that the main way she got positive reactions from people was when she defeated villains. so she focused on becoming the best fighter among her siblings.

she trained for martial arts, not wanting to just rely on her strength. she also wanted to keep in great physical shape, so she began working out.

and for a while, this got her a lot of praise. she defeated bad guys so easily! but at what cost? there was also a lot of destruction left in the wake of a fight with a bad guy. in beatrix’s eyes, most of it was necessary. how else was she supposed to defeat a 60ft robot? quietly?

but around her 18th birthday, she really started to let her resentment get the better of her. with everyone else growing up and figuring out their future, she suddenly felt so limited in what she could do. she was never smart enough, kind enough, pretty enough, creative enough ... what else was left? fighting.

she wanted to defeat MORE villains, in RECORD time too. so she got more ruthless.

coming to elias !!

hearing that beverly wanted to quit and start a new life enraged, shook, and scared beatrix. because she knew that once beverly made this decision, everyone would want to follow, and she would have no choice but to do it.

OOC note: she tells herself that it’s all beverly’s fault but honestly, i think in due time, the professor and her family would be okay with beatrix being a solo superhero. the problem is, there is a part of beatrix (a big secret part) that can’t see herself being a superhero without her siblings. she feels that she needs them otherwise she’s going to go overboard; they ground her and balance her out. if she fights without them, like she has tried to in the past ... then it won’t be the same.

she feels she won’t be loved the same.

just before moving to elias, she encounters one of the big villains in townsville. distracted and wanting a way to unleash her repressed fear and anger ... she engages in a fight with him that leaves him worse for wear (it is VERY bad).

this experience makes beatrix feel disgusted with herself.

but she overhears people saying that she went too far ... but also ... at least now the villain won’t be around anymore. ***** MORE ON THIS LATEER

professor utonium is, understandably, very concerned. he’s worried about beatrix and if she’ll be okay in elias. he arranges for beatrix to attend weekly therapy sessions, and she surprisingly agrees. there’s ... a lot to think about.

he also wants her to find an activity that is artistic and doesn’t involve some kind of violent competition or high-levels of physical exertion.

suggestions include: painting, tai chi, pottery, poetry-readings, music...

beatrix is ...................... thinking about it ..............

so we gotta talk about mental state ... !!

it’s not looking good at all for miss beatrix’s mental state

FEAR rules her life, not desire for anything. while serena might want freedom, and belle might want adventure, beatrix fears losing everything she has. she fears living without her sisters, she fears living without praise, she fears being nothing if she’s not a superhero, she fears one day losing her powers for some reason and then just being nothing.

she fears mediocrity and invisibility.

she thrives off of applause and praise and smiles, and she practically lives off of what people think of her. not individuals, but the mass.

“do the people of townsville like me? do they love me?”

it’s specifically townsville because they are her people, that’s her city. they’re the ones she’s been saving since she’s been a kid, so it’s only their opinion that truly matters to her. she has to be someone good in townsville. she has to be great for them.

so now moving to a city where a LOT of people are exceptional ... it’ll be interesting.

i think she will be excited to wrestle with people lmao, she’s not going to be jealous or intimidated because she’s got too much of an ego for that. she’ll just want to see what everyone can do and then also show off what SHE can do.

PRESENT !!

she’s studying at walt uni and agreed to just study communications because it was suggested to her (has no actual interest in communications)

she’s promised to not do hero work in elias. she’s also promised to not use her powers so much ... we’ll see if that actually happens lmao

she’s trying to find that “non-violent” hobby

she heard about the mickey vs maleficent thing and on principle she just has to side with the good guys, which are presumably mickey. but she finds the whole thing so fascinating

good vs evil conflicts outside of townsville !?! hell YES

trying to not freak out about the future and what she’s “going to do” ... sounds fake ...

her hobbies/interests include:

rollerskating/roller derby (though she’s never been allowed to participate because she’s too rough, and also power imbalance)

martial arts: karate (black belt)

video games

comics

movie-phile, will watch all the latest movies

monster-trucks

racecars

drinking (moderately ... mostly...) (heavyweight)

FUTURE !! 

not sure just yet, watch this space !!

࿔࿔࿔꣸(⁍̴̆◡⁍̴̆ )⊃✫⌒*･ﾟ  TAKEN CONNECTIONS !!

beverly utonium. sister.

brynne utonium. sister.

alberto scorfano. party-buddy.

marco diaz. karate kids.

donatello hamato. fellow put-emotions-in-a-box-ers

leonardo hamato. pizza rankers yah booooii

mari dupain-cheng. martial arts enthusiasts. superhero buds !?!?!

sadie teague. just gals being pals.

roxas reyes. roommate. its giving new girl.

WANTED connections !!

face-off : anyone with abilities or powers. can be friendly or an actual fight. beatrix can take a lot, and can dish out a lot. [ open, multiple ]

could be a great opportunity to flex magic/powers/curses, etc. !! :3

beatrix should lose sometimes honestly

enemies : similar to face-off. beatrix will fight anyone who looks suspicious, she’s “shoot first, ask questions later”. might piss off a few people this way. [ open, multiple ]

hook-ups : she is queer, and she is here. she is simply not heterosexual. she goes to clubs, she goes to parties (college parties heyhey), she likes to drink and have fun. has a very high drink tolerance. and i mean. muscles. [ open, women only ]

the zen place : anyone who can help her find the ‘non-violent’ activity. she will try anything (because she has to). i think it could make for a really nice friendship if they help guide her through it, and ofc she will do anything for her friends. this friend may even be one of her first close friends rip. [ open, multiple ]

the reality check : someone who will really not take her shit and calls her out for it. whether it be behaviour-based, personality, how ruthless she is, anything. [ open ]

close friends : people who don’t just pass by. someone who shares her hobbies, just someone to have fun with and she is so loyal and caring and protective. [ open ]

[hrtiu]

I know you're probably tired of writing but I LOVE your Rexsoka!!! Would it be possible to see a Rebels Rexsoka where Ahsoka gets injured bad and Rex has to sit by helplessly as she's taken care of by medical staff... and maybe with the Ghost crew seeing how it affects him... (aka they figure out how close the two are). Also, maybe a follow up of Ahsoka frustrated with her injury because she's not used to needing help. Was thinking leg injury. Love seeing vulnerable Ahsoka. Thanks!

I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this ask, but thank you so much for submitting it! Rexsoka will always be my favorite TCW ship, and I love writing for it! I hope you enjoy.

“We’re coming in hot!” Hera shouted from the cockpit.

“Ezra, get the door!” Kanan said, moving to grip Ahsoka under her shoulders. “Zeb, you get her legs.”

The Ghost’s breaking thrusters screamed in protest as Hera pulled her in for a rushed landing. The landing gear struck the landing pad of Chopper Base with a heavy thunk and Ezra dashed for the door and punched it open. He ran down the gangplank and Kanan and Zeb carried an unconscious Ahsoka out of the ship after him.

The first person Ezra saw was Rex, puttering around by the generator. “Rex! Get the med unit ready! Ahsoka’s been injured!”

Rex looked up from the generator in confusion, then his eyes fell on Ahsoka’s limp form in Kanan and Zeb’s care. The bacta pad tied around her waist was keeping her alive, but it couldn’t block the trail of red liquid oozing from her torso. 

Rex’s face went white as his beard. “What happened?”

“No time,” huffed Ezra. “Get the med unit!”

Rex’s eyes glazed over, and Ezra wondered if now would be the moment Rex’s unstoppable soldier persona decided to fail. Then the former clone captain snapped to attention, dropped the tools he’d been carrying to the ground, and ran full-tilt towards the med bunker near the back of the base.

Ezra helped hold Ahsoka steady while Kanan and Zeb carried her to the med bunker. They set Ahsoka gingerly down on the med unit and Rex set to work cleaning, cauterizing, and redressing her wound. Kanan and Zeb left to update Hera, and Ezra made himself useful however he could, grabbing bacta, bandages, the cauterizer—whatever Rex needed.

“What happened?” Rex asked again as he carefully peeled off Ahsoka’s ruined bandages. “I thought this was supposed to be a low-security munitions factory.”

“It was, but something went wrong with the charges we set. The explosion radius was bigger than we thought, and a piece of shrapnel got Ahsoka.”

Rex’s lips pulled together and his brows furrowed, but he didn’t look away from his work. “Got it.”

The rest of the crew of the Ghost hovered about just outside the med bunker, but the space was cramped and more hands wouldn’t help. Rex was the most experienced with emergency medicine of their little team, and Ezra thanked his stars that he’d been the first to respond to his cry for help on Chopper Base.

Rex asked for the handheld cauterizing laser, and Ezra placed it in his hand.

“I need you to keep her still, alright kid?” Rex said. “This next part might be rough.”

Ezra put his hands on Ahsoka’s shoulders in preparation, but worried he wouldn’t be able to do much if she jolted. She was strong, both physically and in the Force. That’s when it occurred to him that he wasn’t too shabby with the Force either,

Ezra kept his hands on Ahsoka’s shoulders, but instead of pressing down he closed his eyes and let his consciousness sink into hers, like he did when negotiating with a tooka or calming a loth wolf. He communicated peace and comfort, as well as a willingness to bear some of her pain.

Rex turned the cauterizer on and Ahsoka’s muscles seized up, her jaw clenching and her hands balling into tight fists. Peace, comfort, security, Ezra sent to her, and some of her pain flowed into him. Together, they bore the harsh cleansing burn of the laser, and Ahsoka managed to keep still.

Rex put the laser away and held his hand out to Ezra again. “Bacta.”

Ezra let go of Ahsoka’s shoulders. She was limp again, likely passed out from the pain. He found Rex the tub of topical bacta gel and handed it to him. Rex took it and spread some of the gloopy gel onto his fingers then, with infinite care, slowly spread it across the burned surface of Ahsoka’s wound. His touch glided over the angry wound like it was the most delicate, beautiful flower in the galaxy, like she might fade away if he was too rough.

The charred wound slowly began knitting together, the burnt brown fading to a crusted tan. The tension in Ahsoka’s unconscious features faded, and to Ezra it seemed she shifted from unconsciousness to sleep. Rex leaned back against the wall of the bunker and sighed, deep lines of stress aging his already-worn features.

“We’re past the dangerous part, now,” Rex said. “You should tell the others.”

Ezra nodded and left to find the rest of the Ghost crew. Hera beamed with pleasure and Kanan let out a sigh and a small smile. Sabine acted like she’d never been terribly worried in the first place, but Ezra knew how guilty she’d felt about her explosion not going according to plan. Zeb whooped in triumph and Chopper was, well… Chopper. Everyone’s relief was clear, but underlying it lurked an enduring anxiety. These past few months it had become too easy to think of their work as fun and exciting rather than dangerous and potentially deadly.

It took Ezra some time to track everyone down, so by the time he finished his task he decided to go back and check if Rex needed anything else. The door to the med bunker was open when he arrived, and through the opening he could see Rex sitting at Ahsoka’s side, his gaze warm and tender. Ezra cleared his throat and knocked at the side of the door.

Rex looked up. “Oh, Ezra. Care to help me clean up?”

“Sure.”

Ezra stepped inside and set about throwing away used bandages, sterilizing tools, and putting things back where they belong alongside Rex. They were just about finished when a soft moan sounded from the med unit.

Ahsoka stirred on the stretcher, and Rex looked up at her with worried, eager eyes. She looked back at him blearily and tried to sit up.

“...Rex?”

Rex gently pressed her back down. “You’ve been injured, little’un. Try not to move.”

“I remember the blast,” she croaked. “How bad is it?”

Rex frowned. “Bad enough.”

“You were bleeding like crazy on the Ghost,” Ezra said, “but luckily we got you back here in time.”

“Then… I’m going to be alright?” she asked, voice small and uncertain for the first time Ezra had ever heard.

“Yes, you should be. Probably,” Rex said, his frown growing. “The bleeding has stopped, and none of your internal organs were injured too badly. But this was much closer than it should have been.”

Her vulnerability disappeared, and she attempted a weak smile. “How close should it have been?”

“It’s not funny,” Rex said. His eyes dodged hers and his fingers curled tightly over the “501st” scratched into the vambrace he always wore.

Ahsoka’s expression softened, and she reached out to him, setting her hand on his. He looked up at her and the softness in his eyes brought a heat to Ezra’s neck.

Rex reached his other hand to Ahsoka’s cheek, his hands smearing the leftover bacta gel against her white markings. She didn’t seem to mind.

“I already lost you once, I’ll be damned if I lose you again,” he said.

“Rex, you know the risks.”

Rex’s eyes fell to his lap, and she squeezed his hand tight. 

“But I promise I’ll always do everything I can to come back,” she said, her voice smoky and soothing like Ezra sometimes liked to imagine Sabine’s, in his weaker moments.

Rex looked back up at her, his eyes dark and intense. The small room was suddenly stifling, and Ezra’s face was on fire. He was going to die. Maybe he was already dead. He coughed loudly, and Rex and Ahsoka turned to him as if surprised by his existence.

“I, uh, I guess I’ll leave you two alone, then,” Ezra said, backing slowly out of the room. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were together. I mean, Kanan explained to me about the age thing, but-”

Ahsoka dropped Rex’s hand and Rex scooted away from her, his eyes going wide.

“W-we’re not together,” he stammered.

Ahsoka’s lekku flushed a deep blue. “Yeah, just old friends. Wartime buddies.”

“Oh, ok,” Ezra said, still backing away. “Well, um, I think Hera needs me for something.”

Ahsoka opened her mouth to say something, but Ezra was out the door before she had a chance to vocalize it. The door whirred shut behind him, and he leaned back against the durasteel, his skin hot against the cool metal. Well, that was mortifying.

“Kids have such… vivid imaginations.” Ahsoka’s voice sounded from the other side of the door, and Ezra froze.

Rex chuckled, though it rang weak in Ezra’s ears. “Yeah. Crazy, to think that… You know. You and me? Crazy.”

Ezra leaned closer to the door, letting the sound from the other side seep through the crack between the panels. Being in the same room as a couple melting all over each other was a fate worse than death, but eavesdropping? Eavesdropping was one of his favorite pastimes.

“Rex, what if what Ezra said… It might be nice…”

Ezra pressed his ear harder against the cold metal.

Rex’s voice cracked. “Ahsoka-”

A firm hand yanked Ezra away from the door by his ear.

“Ow!” Green headtails bobbed in his peripheral vision. “Hera! What was that for?”

“I’m pretty sure that conversation was none of your business,” Hera said, marching him further away from the bunker.

“I just wanted to know what their deal is,” Ezra said. “Don’t you?”

Hera crossed her arms and heaved a sigh. “Sure, but that’s their business. They’ll figure it out when they’re ready. Relationships… They’re complicated. Especially when Jedi are involved.”

Her focus shifted to some distant point beyond Ezra, and Ezra bit his lip, thinking of Kanan.

“Alright, I get it,” he said. “But I hope they figure things out. They deserve to be happy.”

“Yeah,” Hera said, her attention returning to him. “Me too.”

[entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys]

Herd Mentality Psychosis

Human Kind, is Big in the 21 Century on GIVIVING EVERY ONE ELSE  A MIDDLE FINGER AND SHAMING EVERY ONE FOR EVERYTHING THAY FUCKING DO !!! 

The Human’s, u the reader, The Human’s love to Kick out of the Herd and thay make being a Herd Minded Low i.q. Population as if it were a Cool Thing ! 🤦🏻‍♂️

it’s a Not. 

i Can’t seem to NOT Find. A Point in the Human race thay don’t have endless Broken and or fucked up human’s, ALL OVER THE FUCKING PLACE ! 

Sick, sad. Heart Broken and the most Common are the fucker’s dead inside or just .... DEAD ! 

💀💀💀💀💀

Human’s are Omni Dick’s to one and other and thay think thsi is not killing off there race, thay think this Level of Utter social toxicity !  

it’s Sestroying every ! ....IT’S PART OF THE WORLD ENDING U DUMB FUCK !!! 

....... 

you can’t have a Nation or any Part of the world, let alone THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD ! 

Be This Fucking Dysfunctional and Continue On ! 

.  .  .  

it’s Like 9/11 in Slow Motion ! 

.   .  . 

and then you got he Chaos the insanity and the Riot’s and the gray’s are Soon Going to Blow this joint ! .... like Literally !!! 

aka Project Blu Beam’s ! 

aka Ufo Laser Weapon’s ! 

.  .  .  

The Last Moment’s of The Life of Humanity with be getting killed off by by a wave of Heat, a Super Highly focused Blast of Radiation Beyond a Nuke or just the War in General !!! 

!!! THE END IF NIGH !!! 

Every one Tell’s me to shut the fuckup despite my endless load’s of proof for them and thay over look the proof only showing off there psychological inferiority

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Fool’s, Fool’s .... All of them ! 

it’s 5/28/2022 - 3:53 Wen i Wrote This, Muhahahah ! 

19 Month’s are Left Or To Be Ever More Pin Point ! 

20 Month’s and 2 day’s ! 

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