#SYMBIOSIS LINES

[monards]

(shakes you so hard) DO YOU SEE IT. DO YOU SEE THE WAY DOVE ACTUALLY LUNGED FOR HER. BUT WAS TOO LATE.?? HOW SHE CALLED HER NAME? HERR EXPRESSION.???

[asthedeathoflight]

I think the thing that feels really revolutionary about Gideon Nav's lesbianism is that she's not a lesbian in opposition to anything. She doesn't like women instead of men. It's just that her entire sexual world is female.

A lot of time having a gay character seems to necessitate a scene in which they confirm emphatically that they do not like the opposite gender. Gideon doesn't need to do that. She just talks about women all the time (and, lesbian character who is openly and unashamedly horny and actively pursuing women in general outside of once-in-a-lifetime romance, that's its own post entirely) and the absence of any mention of men makes it obvious that she's not interested in them.

And, as a queer person constantly having to explain WHY I don't want this or that, it's really refreshing to see a queer character who is so totally focused on what they DO want and not what they don't.

[roridomyces]

Triptych

[amplexadversary]

See, I was thinking he could just tap into your bloodstream. If he's hanging out in Rain's pocket we already know where he's getting the cells to convert from, and, well, why overcomplicate the system that's already there?

I may have just answered my own question by realizing that Rain would probably be turbo-weirded out by the more straightforward proposal.

[pebbledoes]

Fishuary Day 7: Unlikely Symbiosis

Boss Battle Time!!!!!!

@fish-daily @fishyfishyfishtimes

[fieldsofvarley]

the vestra’s outlive the hresvelg line in every ending….a thousand year old relationship bound tighter than flesh and blood, dissolved….shadows without bodies….servants without masters….we may never know how it started…violently, as punishment or reward…but at least we do know….that it ended with love

[jojotier]

thinking about possessions that aren't really possessions at all. thinking of the thing which inhabits your body curling around your organs so considerately, politely moving out of the way of your bodily process and asking only for what you can spare in return. thinking of another presence inside that strokes the underside of your skin in comfort and takes your hand as its own only to pet over the fine hairs of your own cheek. thinking about picking up a passenger that thinks so much of your body as a home that you begin to think of it as home too

[headspace-hotel]

im reading a lot of research about the mycorrhizal network because this is a HUGE emerging area of research and there is so much new stuff coming out its sooooo neat

So basically "the mycorrhizal network is how trees send each other nutrients and help each other" is wrong,

but the main reason people were mad at it—because they thought everything in the ecosystem is selfish and competitive acting for its own interests—is much wronger.

How come?

Well...fungi aren't just a postal service for trees. They have lives of their own! Plants aren't just controlling the mycorrhizal network to send nutrients where they want, they are communicating with the fungus and negotiating the terms of that relationship.

The genetic basis in plants for forming the mycorrhizal symbiosis is old. REALLY old. Like, "before plants even came onto land" OLD. Other forms of symbiosis, like what legumes have going on with the Rhizobia, are using the same genes to do their thing. There's a LOT of genes involved with creating the symbiosis, including some redundancies just to be safe, and we're only just now starting to understand them.

Why so many genes? What are all these genes for? Everything! Communication chemicals, hormones the other partner will respond to, flipping switches in the other partner's genes. There was a lot of arguing over which partner, the plant or the fungus, was "controlling" the partnership, but this question turned out to be total nonsense. Both symbionts have to recognize each other, respond to each other, prepare for symbiosis by adjusting how their genes are expressed, form the symbiosis, and continuously negotiate the relationship by exchanging chemical signals. Both can actively select the partner that offers the best benefits. There's even experiments where it's been shown that if the fungus turns parasitic, the plant will start secreting fungicidal chemicals. (But also the mutualist fungi in the experiment outcompeted the parasitic one when the pots were seeded with both.)

Mycorrhizal symbiosis is an incredibly intimate relationship. Like, the fungus produces special organs that literally grow inside the plant's cells, and the plant is actively participating in allowing this to happen. The plants and fungi have genes for hormones used by the other species, they have soooooo much stuff encoded in their DNA for interacting with their symbionts, it's like, blurring the lines for whether they're even separate organisms. There are SO many chemicals involved in communication between them and we only understand a few of those chemicals.

This is SO MUCH COOLER than if the plants were just using the fungus as a passive conduit to communicate with and support each other. The fungus is actively participating!

We were fools and assumed there had to be one partner that was "in control," but both plant AND fungus have to initiate and to some extent they're each engaging on their own terms! Or maybe it's better to think of them as one and the same organism?

We're also finding out that there's a lot more types of mycorrhizal symbiosis than we thought (at least five) and a lot more variety in how it works.

And that's not even getting into fungal endosymbionts—fungi that live inside plant cells completely instead of having part of them be outside and in the soil. They aren't considered mycorrhizae because they're fully inside the plant cells and not connected with any soil fungi network but they do a lot of complicated things we don't understand and interact with the plant's other symbionts.

Fungal endosymbionts produce a lot of chemicals that are useful to the plants in some way, and it turns out, that a lot of them kill cancer. Seriously, we've gotten a LOT of anti-cancer drugs from these guys. I think it's because they have to bypass the plant's immune system, but they also fight each other/other little guys that get inside plant cells, so they kind of...are part of the plant's immune system?

And what's MORE

Is that plants and fungus aren't the only things part of this system! There's also bacteria that are symbiotic with the plants and fungi! Even the endosymbiont fungi have bacteria that are endosymbionts inside THEM. Double endosymbiosis.

I think I read one paper saying the bacteria use the fungi to get around? Like that's how Rhizobia find their way to the legume roots in the first place? Have to double check that one

[bogleech]

In your general appreciation of nature, I am curious about your take on this - do you believe nature has reached "peak complexity"?

There was a time without flying animals. There was a time without land animals. There was a time without vertebrates, without segmented exoskeletons, without fur, without feathers, without complex social structures, without eyes. There was a time without plants, or any kind of photosythesis. There was a time without multicellular life.

But at this point, do you feel nature on planet Earth has evolved all "milestones" there are (and from now on, all additional complexity will have come from civilization, one way or another)?

I mean in terms of potential, assuming for a moment "nature" of some kind still exist during the next billion years or so.

Yes or No would be enough (lol), but of course spec evo ideas would be even cooler!

Nah I think there's absolutely infinite things nature could evolve some day that we can't even imagine. You really never know. Like it's 100% biochemically possible for something to "breathe fire;" there just has to be a sequence of mutations and the right competition to gradually make it happen, possibly starting with something that sprays boiling hot compounds like a bombardier beetle. I could also imagine a whole class of animals evolving like the modular people from All Tomorrows, because we already have Siphonophores. It's just a matter of something evolving to be a colony that can also come apart and keep functioning. I'm also obviously obsessed with the concept of a creature that weaponizes its own little symbiotic bugs, since I've used that a million times. Like maybe millions of years from now, a descendant of sloths will have upgraded from being full of moths to being full of tiny wasps? And then what if that's so effective they actually start diversifying like crazy and there's a whole era dominated by mammaloid wasp nest beasts ranging from grazers merely cleaned and guarded by their insects to predators who hunt with their assistance. Plant/animal physical symbiosis is also another thing that's not really taken off outside a few insects. Why shouldn't a plant some day decide it likes growing on some kind of animal's body? It's not a plant, but lichens grow on a species of weevil. It's so rare there aren't even photos, but I swear I saw video of one on BBC when I was a kid:

What if a moss adapts just to the shell of some big reptile and eventually the reptile starts to derive sustenance from it too?? Over time what if this evolves into basically real life Bulbasaurs, where the animal part can be sustained off sunlight? It'd just have to slow its animal metablism way, waaay down to meet the plant halfway. Maybe it hibernates for years and years at a time or spends decades developing like a cicada and then it emerges in pure mating mode, using up all the food it conserved as its flower finally blooms. I know most of my examples are now elaborations on something that's kind of almost already begun happening somewhere but you get the idea. Furthermore you never know if all life as we know it will die out one day while there's still a couple billion years left of the planet's physical existence. Then a whole new line of life could evolve that we can't conceive of at all, from the ground up. Like crystalline mineral trees that start talking to each other with laser light. Or maybe only bacteria are left but for some reason bacteria develop what they need to start sticking together and building a new kind of multicellular organism. What the heck would an equivalent to "animals" look like if the ancestor was a bacterium????? Holy fuck I'm mad I won't see it. Fuming and seething actually. This is the worst thing ever. Why am I doomed to die on regular animal planet with google bots and disney remakes. I wanna see salmonella animal planet. It's not fair.

[technoarcanist]

WAR NEVER CHANGES. BUT,

WARFARE NEVER STOPS CHANGING

"I've seen countless reasons why most mech pilots don't make the cut, but one of the largest hurdles are the physical alterations. The implants and modifications done to the fleshware is so extreme that it's enough to push most would-be pilots away from day 1.

Back in the day, when mech tech was still in its wild west years, when the technology was still in its infancy, things were different. Levers, joysticks, switches, a chair, most of the first models were something between the cockpit of a construction vehicle and a fighter ship.

Pilots in those days still consisted largely of the usual suspects. Test pilots, army jocks, space force veterans looking for something new, the occasional crazy who lucked their way up the ranks. All you needed back then was to be fit enough to work complex machinery. 'Handler's wouldn't be a coined phrase for nearly a decade. I still remember being a kid and seeing repurposed older models in the mech fighting streams.

Everything changed with the Bidirectional Cerebellum Computer Interface. To say nothing of how it changed civilian life, it was a military marvel. The BiCCI saw the creation of Mechs as we understand them today. The first generation were just retrofits, older models with a pilot's chair, and even manual controls to use in an emergency, but even then we knew that was only temporary. Before long, sleek frames of sharp angles, railguns and plasma cannons were rolling off the factory floor.

Like many things, it began small, optimising first for cockpit space by removing the manual controls. Before long, my then-supervisors thought, "Why have this glass? Why not hook the pilot's eyesight right into the advanced multi-spectral camera system? Before long, cockpits were but soft harnesses made to house a living body, their very soul wired into the machinery. Obviously, for security reasons, I cannot tell you everything about how our latest cockpits work, but suffice to say we've been further blurring the line between pilot and frame ever since.

This drew a very different crowd. Out were the army jocks and powerlifters. The only ones who even dared to have the interface hardware installed into their brainstem and spinal cord were the dispossessed, the misanthropes, those who sought not to control their new body, but to be controlled by it. No AI can work a mech properly on its own, but our pilots are never really in full control either anymore. Those who do try to go against the symbiosis get a nosebleed at best, and vegetative seizures at worst.

And that was that. The only people left who pilots these things are those who had already been broken, those who sougt a permenant reprive from being anything resembling human. A lot of my department quit around this time. I've lost a few friends over it, I'm not shy to say. Did we knew we'd be bringing in the more vulnerable people? Of course we did. But, the wheels of progress must turn, as they say, and it wasn't like we were shy of volunteers.

In our latest models, we have refined an even more advanced frame. Again, security detail prevents me from divulging too much, but one breakthrough we've made is decreasing action latency by approximately 0.02s by amputating the limbs from our pilots and replacing them with neural interface pads.

Using the pads where the limbs once were, pilots are screwed directly into the cockpit, which itself can now be 30% smaller thanks to the saved space. And, of course, we provide basic humanoid cybernetics as part of their employment contract while they are with us. Not that most of them are ever voluntarily out of their cockpits long enough to make use of them. Even removing the tubes from their orifices for routine cleaning incurs a large level of resistence.

And, yes, some of them scream, some of them break, some become so catatonic that they might as well be a peripheral processor for their mech's AI. But not a single one, not even one pilot, in all the dolls i've ever trained, have ever accepted the holidays we offer, the retirement packages, the stipends.

As you say, there are those who like to call me a monster for my work. I can see why. After all, they don't see the way my pilots' crotches dribble when I tell them I'll be cutting away their limbs, or the little moans they try to hide when we first meet and I explain that they'd forever be on the same resource level as a machine hereafter.

Those who call me a monster don't realise that, even after going public with how we operate our pilots, even after ramping up mech frame production, we still have more than twice as many volunteers as frames.

Those who call me a monster cannot accept that my pilots are far happier as a piece of meat in a machine of death than as the shell of a human they once were.

Those who call me a monster never consider the world my pilots grew up in to make them suitable candidates in the first place."

-Dr Francine Heathwich EngD

Dept. Cybernetic Technologies @ Dynaframe Industries

[In response to human rights violations accusations levied by the Pilot Rehabilitation Foundation]

[vestaignis]

Стеклянный пляж во Владивостоке, расположенный в бухте Стеклянная на берегу Уссурийского залива, представляет собой уникальное место пляжного отдыха, где вместо песка и гальки побережье усеяно самоцветами из стекла и фарфора .Линия пляжа с темным песком около 5-10 м шириной, утопающая в разноцветной стеклянной «гальке» от 2 до 5 см, выглядит словно сказочный путь, ведущий в мир волшебства. Эта знаменитая достопримечательность Приморья, обязанная своему возникновению симбиозу человека и природы, ежегодно притягивает тысячи туристов, ведь разноцветный пляж из стекла во Владивостоке имеет только один аналог в мире, и тот находится в Калифорнии.

"Как появился стеклянный берег, никто точно не знает, но все версии сводятся к тому, что сюда свозили мусор из города и отходы с местного фарфорового завода." До 2011 года бухта имела не самую лучшую репутацию: в народе его называли «Стекляшка», и она считалась городской свалкой. Но со временем все изменилось: мусор утилизировали, а побережье очистили. Спустя годы, приморское побережье Уссурийского залива приобрело необычный вид -миллионы битых кусочков стекла, закругленные гладким неумолимым течением океанских волн покрывает каждый кусочек пляжа .На солнце они сверкают, ка�� зажженные свечи. Теперь это одно из любимых мест местных жителей и туристов, которые иногда увозят разноцветные стекляшки с собой в качестве сувенира.Сверкающее «мозаичное» побережье обрамляют скалы причудливой формы, напоминающие вулканическую лаву. И это еще одна отличительная особенность этого места.

Стеклянная бухта является уникальным местом, где человеческая безответственность все-таки не смогла помешать природе, и теперь они существуют в гармонии.

Glass Beach in Vladivostok, located in Steklyannaya Bay on the shore of Ussuri Bay, is a unique place for beach recreation, where instead of sand and pebbles, the coast is strewn with glass and porcelain gems. The beach line with dark sand about 5-10 m wide, buried in multi-colored glass "pebbles" from 2 to 5 cm, looks like a fairy-tale path leading to a world of magic. This famous landmark of Primorye, which owes its origin to the symbiosis of man and nature, attracts thousands of tourists every year, because the multi-colored glass beach in Vladivostok has only one analogue in the world, and it is located in California.

"How the glass coast appeared, no one knows for sure, but all versions boil down to the fact that garbage from the city and waste from the local porcelain factory were brought here." Until 2011, the bay did not have the best reputation: it was popularly called "Glass", and it was considered a city dump. But over time, everything changed: the garbage was disposed of, and the coast was cleaned. Over the years, the seaside coast of Ussuri Bay acquired an unusual appearance - millions of broken pieces of glass, rounded by the smooth, inexorable flow of ocean waves, cover every piece of the beach. In the sun, they sparkle like lit candles. Now it is one of the favorite places of local residents and tourists, who sometimes take the multi-colored glass with them as a souvenir. The sparkling "mosaic" coast is framed by rocks of bizarre shapes, reminiscent of volcanic lava. And this is another distinctive feature of this place.

Glass Bay is a unique place where human irresponsibility has not yet been able to interfere with nature, and now they exist in harmony.

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[monards]

I get physically sick and have to lay down whenever I read this exchange.

[frommybookbook]

Earlier today, some friends and I were discussing one of those Star Trek captains memes. You know the ones I’m talking about, the ones that pit the captains against each other with pithy descriptions that glorify and champion the men and shit on Janeway. The ones where Picard is describe as the wise teacher and scholarly diplomat; Kirk is the brave trailblazer and lovable rogue; Sisko is the take-no-shit commander and more-than-human uniter; Archer is the quick thinking explorer and the avenging do-gooder; Pike is the empathetic Boy Scout and the quippy everyman…and Janeway is an irrational murderer and erratic loose canon. And, as usual, I went on a bit of a rant. They (looking at you @redsesame, @epersonae, and @emi--rose) told me to share it here so, if you trudge through this whole thing, blame them.

Does Janeway make some questionable decisions throughout VOY (Prodigy!Janeway is a different conversation for another time)? Yes, absolutely. But here’s the thing: every captain does. What I still love about her though and will champion until I'm blue in the face is that Janeway owns her decisions more than I think any other captain does.

Picard and Kirk hide behind the Prime Directive a lot. That's the reasoning Picard gives for not interfering in the drug running in “Symbiosis” and leaving the Ornarans trapped in dependence on the abusive Brekkans. His line, “Beverly, the Prime Directive is not just a set of rules. It is a philosophy, and a very correct one. History has proved again and again that whenever mankind interferes with a less developed civilization, no matter how well-intentioned that interference may be, the results are invariably disastrous." is a cop-out we hear from him time and time again, especially to Dr. Crusher, as she is the one who most often calls him on his bullshit.

Kirk does the same thing. We still this when he leaves Shanna and the other thralls behind in "The Gamesters of Triskelion" and when he forces Elaan of Troyius into a marriage she clearly doesn't want because it's "for a greater good." And all the while, he's got Spock at his side giving him confirmation bias that he's following regulations.

And Sisko, Sisko makes some of the most horrific and destructive decisions of any captain and uses not only the Prime Directive to fall back on, but he's got the Dominion War to blame. He poisons an entire planet to get back at one man he feels betrayed him in "For the Uniform" and don't even get me started on his actions in "In the Pale Moonlight".

Enterprise is so unjustly shat on by the fandom that I almost hate to bring some of Archer's questionable choices into this conversation but I'm going to do it anyway. Similar to Sisko and the Dominion War, Archer has the threat of the Xindi in his back pocket to excuse some of his worst behavior. If Tuvix is the worst thing people can point to for Janeway, then we have to talk about Archer and Sim, the simbiont created solely to be a living tissue donor for an injured Trip, a procedure that will kill the living, breathing, sentient Sim. Archer orders Sim created against the arguments made by Dr. Phlox. He rationalizes his decision with the same argument for the greater good that we see from all the others. He says to T'Pol before Sim is created "…we've got to complete this mission. Earth needs Enterprise. Enterprise needs Trip. It's as simple as that." And it doesn't end there. When Sim is grown enough for the procedure and has figured out what's going to happen to him, he challenges Archer himself, arguing for his own right to live, and Archer sticks to his guns. This exchange directly between Archer and Sim is haunting.

Archer: I must complete this mission; and to do that, I need Trip. Trip! I'll take whatever steps necessary to save him. Sim: Even if it means killing me? Archer: Even if it means killing you. Sim: You're not a murderer. Archer: Don't make me one.

Not only do all of these captains (except Archer, who arguably writes the damn thing himself at the end of the series) have the Prime Directive to fall back on, they also have Starfleet/the Federation/Vulcan High Council right there on speed dial to validate their choices and hear their excuses and give them another commendation. They all know that ultimately, they can turn to someone higher in command to turn to for help.

Janeway is alone. She is alone with her crew 70,000 lightyears from home with only her training and her own moral compass to guide her. Yes, she claims the Prime Directive a lot but she also goes with what she feels is right and she is clear about that with her crew. When she makes the decision to split Tuvix, despite what everyone else says, she sticks to it and more importantly, does the procedure herself. Picard would have forced Beverly to do it, saying Doctor I gave you an order, your conscience be damned, and Archer does the same to Phlox with Sim, but Janeway takes the tool out of the Doctor's hand and says it's my call, I'll do it. When everyone is angry and mad about her destroying the Caretaker's array, she stands up for her decision and says yes, I did it, because it's what my Starfleet training said to do AND because I think it was the right thing and it's on me to make the hard choices.

She also can admit when she made the wrong decision, which isn't something we see from the other captains. In the season 5 opener, "Night", we see her in a depressive state because she's questioning her decision to effectively strand her crew in the Delta quadrant but she comes out of it when she's reminded by her senior staff that the crew believes in her and trusts her, she should do the same for herself. When the Doctor has a mental crisis in "Latent Image" after questioning his own choice to save the life of Harry Kim over that of another crew member, Janeway admits she did the wrong thing by first deleting his memories of it so he could get back to work and then sits with him for days while he works through it because that's what captains do.

And she does all of this without the backup and support of Starfleet. She doesn't have anyone higher on the chain of command. She's 70,000 miles away from the admiralty and her support system. There's no one higher than her to give her a break from making every decision.

To quote my fellow Missourian Harry Truman, for Janeway the buck stops with her in a way it doesn't for any other captain and she is painfully aware of that and owns that and that is why I love her and she's my captain.

[ninibeingdelulu]

“I can’t say it, but I can show you.”

plot- you and megumi are literal soulmates CLICK ME

The warm caress of the late afternoon sun bathed the quiet residential streets in a burnished amber glow.

A few wispy clouds drifted lazily across the watercolor sky as you strolled hand-in-hand down the gently winding path - shoulders brushing together in a comforting cadence.

A contented smile tugged at the corners of your lips without conscious effort, simply brimming from the pure sense of tranquility and belonging radiating from Megumi's reassuring presence at your side.

For most, the amiable silence blanketing your unhurried amble might have felt stifling or awkward. But for you, it felt like slipping into the most luxurious silken embrace imaginable.

Because in these rare moments of respite away from the pressures of jujutsu duties and expectations, Megumi's reticent stoicism transformed into something far more intimate and soothing than words could convey.

The subtle shift in his powerful physique releasing the last few taut lines of tension thrumming beneath the surface. The rhythmic tandem of your strides unconsciously falling into perfect synced alignment.

Even the seemingly aloof mask etched into his striking features appeared to melt away layer by infinitesimal layer with each passing second - vulnerability beginning to bleed through in the softer sweep of jet-black lashes and the downturn of full lips no longer thinned into such a tense line.

As if basking in the simple freedom to exist as nothing more than two kindred souls finding solace in the uncomplicated solitude they shared.

You allowed your own gaze to drift over and drink in those subtle metamorphoses unraveling across Megumi's striking visage.

The profound lump of affection that swelled fiercely in your chest with each fresh nuance now permitted to shine through in the wake of his carefully constructed defenses crumbling away.

The corner of his eyes crinkled almost imperceptibly as though reveling in the naked rapture undisguised across your own countenance with few words exchanged beyond occasional murmurs and meaningful glances.

And yet every fleeting brush of his thumb slowly circling the back of your knuckles in idle patterns radiated the volumes left unspoken between you across that sacred expanse where your palms and soul prints melded as one.

His arm unconsciously guiding yours closer to his body's unyielding warmth whenever a passing vehicle roared a bit too close to the sidewalk for comfort.

Unobtrusive gestures that still managed to whisper soft as a lovers' caress about the tethers binding your essences in perfect symbiosis.

Nothing felt more precious to you in those suspended moments of stillness - sheltered from the world's harsh realities within this gossamer veil of sublime serenity and unspoken devotion - than to simply bask in the spellbinding ephemera of Megumi's rarefied affections.

No grand declarations or flowery endearments could hope to outshine the transcendent rapture of fully immersing yourself in their quietly smoldering sincerity.

To surrender utterly to the paradox of feeling seen, known, adored down to your most vulnerable essence by this extraordinary man for whom emotional intimacy was arguably more profound than any carnal indulgence or poetic pining could ever achieve.

A love deeper and more resilient than even death's unyielding permanence blazing white-hot at the cores of two souls now navigating the twilight path as perfect mirrors - already eternal by virtue of their unshakable union.

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Bruce, 6’2”, lifted up 2 ft off the floor:

Captain Marvel, who noticed his coworker getting neck aches looking up at him: (talking)

Diana and Clark: (Rolling on the floor laughing)

Cap hikes him up higher so he’s holding him up to be a little taller than him and Bruce just accepts his new brooding perch and keeps talking about the mission that was brought up.

Shorter members of the League get the scruffed treatment and carried around on Caps hips like a single dad, the piggy back rides are top tier. Cap bangs his head onto every door frame in the Watchtower and they all have to be raised cause he keeps putting dents in the metal.

Batman was caught being carried by Marvel once, a photo was taken, and now all his kids have seen their dad being carried around like a toddler despite the only 2 ft height difference.

Do you think that after being shocked by lightning more times than humanely possible, Billys heartbeat has changed to such an irregular pattern? Imagine with me:

Clark and Billy are under the same roof, think something of a journalism convention. Billy was invited due to his outstanding work at WHIZ Radio, and now gets to meet so many people that are both within his circle of work and outside of it.

Clark, while Billy is busy trying to get Jack Ryder to talk to literally Anyone Else, can't help but notice that. The kids heart is fucked. Like, just beyond belief.

It makes Clark's hair stand on end. He doesn't know if the kid knows that he has an arrhythmia. Clark can't tell him that he does either, because thats a giveaway to his identity. He cant just hint for the kid to get an ECG also, because who fucking says that upon first meeting. 'Greetings, nice to meet you! Not to worry you or anything, like, this geniunely comes from nowhere, but when was the last time you got a health checkup? Yeah, haha! Take care!'

Clark has to sit there, being chatted to by reporters, journalists, and others alike, trying not to rip his hair out. He's watching Billy listen attentively as others give him tips and tricks. Clark can't stop listening to the odd thumps of the boys heart.

[pebbledoes]

Fishuary Day 10: Two Fish In A Hole

5 Inches Apart Cuz They Are Gay!

@fish-daily