#Second Best Galaxy in the Universe

[tawneybel]

*walks you out of the sun*

Song of the day:  “Destroy Everything You Touch” by Ladytron.

Working on Ross Humboldt request. Hopefully it’ll get posted this or next werk.

On season six of The Walking Dead. Never thought I’d love a piece of zombie media as much as I love this show. It’s not exactly rewatchable, but it’s so hard to resist binging. But some things bother me:

Where are the vultures? I guess there are no maggots wriggling inside the walkers because they’d just eat them. But all those corpses and no scavengers?? (╯*□*)╯︵ ┻━┻ I

Where’s the homemade armor? If I were in the zombie apocalypse, I would dress like after Tweedledum and Tweedledee decided to do battle.

Why is the walkers’ style so drab? Look up any screenshot of a walker herd/horde. I understand why production would want to avoid logos, but why bland everything? If I was ever zombified, my only hope is that I would be less generic than everyone else. Also, if they’re going to shoot me, I want Carl Grimes to take the shot. Because Carl will put me down clean.

Just started watching The Second Best Hospital in the Galaxy to fill the Tuca & Berta-shaped hole in my heart. Horsejack Boman wasn't doing that.

So far Drs. Klak and Plowp are my faves. Keke Palmer was great in Scream: Resurrection and Nope, plus she’s talked about being a member of the PCOSisterhood.

Klak is relatable, but I decided to ween myself off Lexapro. As an anxiety med, it worked great for years. Until I got cavities from dry mouth despite drinking water all the time and avoiding added sugar. Plus it was getting harder and harder to fall asleep.

Now I’ve made great strides with my mental health. It’s sunny enough for me to comfortably go outside. I’m going to the gym once a week, not just walking my dog only in the evenings and avoiding sitting. (Reading while standing in place on break worried my coworkers for some reason.)

[guardingthegalaxy]

ugh the first one has got to be my favourite. so damn precious 🥺

[childhoodcreativity]

(c) Jada Facer (original by Selena Gomez)

[iceunhie]

voicelines about you: as their lover ! (part 2)

featuring: sunday, aventurine, blade (+ black swan, acheron) [ part 1: dan heng, jing yuan, gepard, kafka, jingliu. ]

notes: well. the long awaited part 2 is here! (i took absolutely wayyy too long to finish this but a lovely anon requested the penacony cast so i just waited until now haha) stay tuned for either a future aventurine fic or a sunday fic tho; reblogs are appreciated! main masterlist.

Sunday

About [Name]: Ah, you speak of my beloved. [Name] has managed to strike your interest as well? Heh, I'm joking. You aren't that type of person, no? ….But yes, my lover truly is quite stellar, if not incomparable. I doubt I'd find anyone in the universe as lovely as I do them.

About [Name]: Smitten Robin often jokes about how my eyes change whenever I see them. ‘Softens like the smitten man you are,’ she says. Well, my sister is hardly wrong about matters of the heart, and to be fair, her words are indeed correct. While I cannot be with them every second of the day, despite my only wish to do so…. I suppose this much is fine. At the very least, this bewitched version of myself shall ward any that dare take [Name] away from me.

About [Name]: Preparation. …My mansion has everything [Name] shall ever desire. As for I, what I only desire is them alone, and for them to be right by my side. When the time is right, what's mine shall also be theirs, and none shall ever separate the two of us again. Should anyone attempt it, well, there's a reason my mansion is built the way it is.

Aventurine

About [Name]: [Name], [Name], [Name].... I see that you too have an eye for priceless treasures. Unfortunately for you, this particular one is already mine to behold. Mm, I wonder how my lover must be faring right now…. Missing them is truly, horribly debilitating.

About [Name]: Unworthy Whenever I think of [Name] being with me, of all people… Sometimes, the thought is unbearable. To think they would care for someone like me…. How truly lucky I am. Or maybe it's the other way around? Hehe, take a guess.

About Topaz: Contradictory Topaz and [Name] get along fairly well, despite her rather obvious dislike for me. Nonetheless, I suppose I can understand why. My lover is irresistibly charming~ Now, does this make me jealous, I wonder…. How about we bet on that?

Blade

About [Name]: Though this sword may be battered and broken, if you harbor any intention of harm towards them, I will not hesitate to brandish this blade.

About [Name]: Mara Infliction When afflicted with mara, the senses are ravaged ceaselessly, muddying the mind—being unable to distinguish ally from foe. This is my path. And yet their face is clear, pure amidst the carnage, alleviating the haze for but a moment. My mind may be overridden with hatred, but I will never forget that feeling of salvation.

(BONUS: Kafka’s Voiceline about [Name] !) About [Name]: Truly A Shame Bladie’s little darling, hm? Definitely a wonder, that one, taming him so easily. Those two are definitely an interesting case, that's for sure. Scary, marastruck Blade and them…. truly a shame. Even I know just how the ending of that particular script will end.

Acheron

About [Name]: …They are my lover, yes. Hm? Tell you more about them? Heh, I think you'd have better luck asking [Name] instead of me. I probably wouldn't even know where to begin.

About [Name]: Keeping Memories Despite the fact of my memories being in less than the best condition, [Name] always tells me about all the exciting things they've come across, whether it be delicious food from various planets, or even the most mundane things like the sound of the rushing water, the sight of fireflies in the night. They truly make everything worth remembering.

(BONUS: Black Swan’s Voiceline about [Name] !) About [Name]: Eye Of The Storm Ah, you speak of that Galaxy Ranger's companion…. The abyss that is her consciousness seems to only become calm in the face of them, akin to the eye of the storm. A shining light in the middle of nothingness—that is something that even she cannot let go of. No wonder Miss Acheron is quite taken with them.

Black Swan

About [Name]: The memories of Memokeepers are sorted into various categories by their importance. As my lover, my memories of them hold the greatest value of all. Such memories…. even if the Remembrance wishes for me to hand them over, I doubt I will ever allow it.

About [Name]: Dancing My proficiency in the act of dancing is all thanks to my continued practice with [Name] on our shared time together. Fufu, ‘dates,’ if you will. Every moment I spend in their arms, swaying to the beat of the music at every turn… those are the memories I wish to forever retain.

About Acheron: Indebted One time, Miss Acheron managed to get lost in the middle of the Reverie Hotel’s halls... as usual. [Name] came across her then, and proceeded to have a lovely chat with her. I owe her a debt for keeping my lover company as I was preoccupied with some matters the Garden of Recollection entrusted to me to relay to the family. Next time, perhaps I should invite her over for some dinner with [Name]....

end notes thanks for sticking around the part 2 (for the ogs who read pt 1) and do look forward to more HSR content in the future! also did i say i love aventurine

© 𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐈𝐄 : do not repost, copy, or plagiarize my work.

[nasa]

Black Scientists and Engineers Past and Present Enable NASA Space Telescope

The Nancy Grace Roman Space Telescope is NASA’s next flagship astrophysics mission, set to launch by May 2027. We’re currently integrating parts of the spacecraft in the NASA Goddard Space Flight Center clean room.

Once Roman launches, it will allow astronomers to observe the universe like never before. In celebration of Black History Month, let’s get to know some Black scientists and engineers, past and present, whose contributions will allow Roman to make history.

Dr. Beth Brown

The late Dr. Beth Brown worked at NASA Goddard as an astrophysicist. in 1998, Dr. Brown became the first Black American woman to earn a Ph.D. in astronomy at the University of Michigan. While at Goddard, Dr. Brown used data from two NASA X-ray missions – ROSAT (the ROentgen SATellite) and the Chandra X-ray Observatory – to study elliptical galaxies that she believed contained supermassive black holes.  

With Roman’s wide field of view and fast survey speeds, astronomers will be able to expand the search for black holes that wander the galaxy without anything nearby to clue us into their presence.

Dr. Harvey Washington Banks 

In 1961, Dr. Harvey Washington Banks was the first Black American to graduate with a doctorate in astronomy. His research was on spectroscopy, the study of how light and matter interact, and his research helped advance our knowledge of the field. Roman will use spectroscopy to explore how dark energy is speeding up the universe's expansion.

NOTE - Sensitive technical details have been digitally obscured in this photograph. 

Sheri Thorn 

Aerospace engineer Sheri Thorn is ensuring Roman’s primary mirror will be protected from the Sun so we can capture the best images of deep space. Thorn works on the Deployable Aperture Cover, a large, soft shade known as a space blanket. It will be mounted to the top of the telescope in the stowed position and then deployed after launch. Thorn helped in the design phase and is now working on building the flight hardware before it goes to environmental testing and is integrated to the spacecraft.

Sanetra Bailey 

Roman will be orbiting a million miles away at the second Lagrange point, or L2. Staying updated on the telescope's status and health will be an integral part of keeping the mission running. Electronics engineer Sanetra Bailey is the person who is making sure that will happen. Bailey works on circuits that will act like the brains of the spacecraft, telling it how and where to move and relaying information about its status back down to Earth.  

 Learn more about Sanetra Bailey and her journey to NASA. 

Dr. Gregory Mosby 

Roman’s field of view will be at least 100 times larger than the Hubble Space Telescope's, even though the primary mirrors are the same size. What gives Roman the larger field of view are its 18 detectors. Dr. Gregory Mosby is one of the detector scientists on the Roman mission who helped select the flight detectors that will be our “eyes” to the universe.

Dr. Beth Brown, Dr. Harvey Washington Banks, Sheri Thorn, Sanetra Bailey, and Dr. Greg Mosby are just some of the many Black scientists and engineers in astrophysics who have and continue to pave the way for others in the field. The Roman Space Telescope team promises to continue to highlight those who came before us and those who are here now to truly appreciate the amazing science to come. 

To stay up to date on the mission, check out our website and follow Roman on X and Facebook.

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space!

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Fergie Frederiksen - Ulysses 31 1981

Ulysses 31 (Ulysse 31 in France and Uchu Densetsu Yurishizu Satiwan or Space Legend Ulysses 31 in Japan) is a French-Japanese science-fiction/action/adventure/drama anime series. As the name implies, it is based on Homer's The Odyssey (Odysseus is Ulysses in Latin) and heavily borrows plot elements from it as well as various plot elements and characters from other famous Greek myths. It was conceptualized and written by French writer and animation producer Jean Chalopin (who went on to create The Mysterious Cities of Gold (poll #545) and Inspector Gadget (poll # ? :) ) in the following years) and French writer Nina Wolmark (who later created Spartakus and the Sun Beneath the Sea), and co-produced by Tokyo Movie Shinsha studios and DiC Entertainment under the artistic supervision of illustrator Bernard Deyriès.

In the 31st century, spaceship commander Ulysses flies home from a galactic conflict he helped end peacefully on the planet Troy. On the way back to Earth where his beloved Penelope awaits, he rescues his son Telemachus and two young blue-skinned aliens, Yumi and Numinor, from a sacrifice by destroying a cyborg creature called the Cyclops. But this action by Ulysses angers the gods who rule the universe of Olympus, from which it came. Zeus curses Ulysses by dragging his ship, the Odysseus, into the Olympus galaxy, putting his crew in suspended animation, and erasing the ship's memory files that contain Earth's location, until he finds the Kingdom of Hades, at which point his crew will be revived and he will be able to return to Earth.

The series, the first known French-Japanese collaboration in animation, is an unusual product of international collaboration that is still to this day rather unique in its quality. A second season was planned but ultimately cancelled. It was originally planned to be animated by computer, but the single wireframe model generated (a torus) was still too complex to render for the machines used by the production companies at the time. So, the only computer animation left is the opening credits.

Most of the original soundtrack was composed by Denny Crockett and Ike Egan, with six additional themes composed by Shuki Levy. The Japanese version has a different soundtrack. The music was composed by Wakakusa Kei, who made the soundtrack in both the series and pilot that was produced in 1980. An official soundtrack was released in 1986 on vinyl and on CD in 1988. The English version of the intro was sung by Dennis "Fergie" Frederiksen, an American rock singer best known as the former lead singer of Trillion, Angel, LeRoux, and Toto, as well as providing backing vocals for Survivor.

"Ulysses 31" received a total of 69% yes votes!

[seabeescribbles]

There was some curiosity about the comic I made so I decided to expand on this some more as a crossover au. More art under the cut

So Wander isn't in the Theraprism by accident. I mean, the people who work there are under the impression that he's responsible for the destruction of at least one galaxy, being a wanted man in a whole lot of them and seen everywhere, especially on planets that end up destroyed. Wander does nothing to directly refute this fact, because he knows why he's there. The axolotl, knowing that the Theraprism has this view of Wander, decides to bring him over and tell him the situation.

The Theraprism is a place bursting with the worst of the worst villains all in need of redemption. It's exactly the kind of place that needs a Wander, and he's more than happy to oblige. The plus is, since it exists outside of time, he could spend millennia there without missing a second with his friends out in the rest of the universe.

He gets to Theraprism and as he is wont to do, finds the worst of the worst of the worst and latches onto him as his 'new best friend'. And obviously, that's Bill.

Most of the villains Wander focuses on only realize what he's actually doing maybe halfway through, but Bill knows a lot of things. He's heard about Wander and has even gotten a glimpse of him throughout the universe through his all-seeing eyes. He knows this guy's M.O. and if this stinky little hillbilly thinks he's going to make an impact on THE Bill like he's done with all those other mushy losers all across the universe, he's got ANOTHER THING COMING.

(Then again, that's what they all say)

There are a lot of fun things to do with this AU, especially since these two do actually have some similarities, though because of Wander's mysterious existence, and origins, and age, and magical properties, some of it has to be speculation.

Patients are sometimes allowed to keep one or two personal effects if their removal would have drastic consequences for their mental health. Bill was personally checked in by The Axolotl and his hat is far too small to contain anything important, so it's fine. Wander's hat was checked and there was absolutely nothing in it, so that's fine as well. Two normal hats, nothing weird going on.

[crystalskiesandcherrywine]

The way you say my name

Feyd Rautha Harkonnen x female!Reader

Its pure smut and since its about Feyd, there are some warnings: he is not so gentle. There is desire on both sides and it ends up getting in the praise kink/forced orgasm territory.

Summary: Your planet has brought magic into the galaxy - a source of new spice- and upended the political status quo. You are the sole heiress of your house and the emperor decided that the best way to protect your family's survival is to betroth you to the most enigmatic but violent fighter in the known universe: Na Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen, dangerously seductive and very intrigued by you …

2.203 words

one shot ( for now)

_________

Your whole body was tense, filled with anticipation and nervousness. You noticed your fingers were unconsciously playing with your belt again, and with effort you made yourself refrain from doing so. It was not your first time in the Emperor's court, nor was it your first state reception. Still, it was the first time you had set foot on Kaitain since the new spice was discovered on your planet. Something that had been considered impossible for millennia and that would shake the existing power structures in the Landsraat and the entire known universe. From an insignificant house on a planet beyond Orion, blessed with centuries of stability because of it, your family has been catapulted into a position of a central political player. Your fate, albeit a small piece of a power play against the backdrop the these developments. "Our task is greater than ourselves. Our fears, smaller." The mantra that helped you hold a steady course. You relax your shoulders and notice how your back straightens. 

At that moment, a festively dressed servant entered the room to announce Baron Vladimir Harkonnen and his nephews arrival. Even though you had been prepared for this encounter, the sight was a shock to her. At the first glance he is less imposing then Rabban, who moved into the room like a mountain of muscle and leather uniform. But there is a slow and steady menace in the way he carries himself. His demeanor, both elegant and commanding, reminded you of a marble statue brought to life; his skin almost seemed to illuminate the room, a contrast stark against the dim flicker of torches.

If he had eyebrows, he would certainly have raised one a little crookedly by now. But as it was, his ice-blue eyes suddenly started at you, and you sensed a hardness in his entire demeanor that you weren't used to at home and whose traces you might have felt in her upbringing with Bene Gesserit, but which had always been wrapped in a velvet glove. But power, violence and strength were clear to see in this man. The reason why the Emperor wants to make him your husband - the only one who can apparently guarantee the safety of your planet. He was not used to having to hide his true character. And that is exactly what you would make his downfall.

The formalities dragged on endlessly, time seems to slow down under his gaze. He cannot comprehend you, the strangeness of your features, the luxuriant curls of your hair falling over your shoulders in an elegant half updo, the waves of burgundy silk of your cloak adorning your shoulders, your dress of the same silk and lace - how can anyone appear so vulnerable and exposed? Especially one who holds the key to the most coveted of secrets - a new spice, as powerful as the one exported from Arrakis, but with fewer dangers, Fremen rebellions and more sustainable methods of harvesting. Only this thin fabric separates you from him, something his knife could shred in seconds. He notices that your eyes have left his and are now focused on his hand, gripping the blade at his waist so tightly that his knuckles turn white. He unclenches his hand and offers it to you, bowing slightly. 

"My lady, would you allow me to escort you?"

You place your hand on his and he almost jerks back, surprised by its warmth.

"A mere twist of nature, I tend to forget how shocking it must be to someone not from my home. Our temperature has evolved to be slightly higher than the average, so that when the temperature drops at night, we never fall below a certain threshold".

He listens to you as you walk down the hall towards the banquet room, taking in your voice, the slight swish of your gown on the floor, the click of the delicate gold chains around your neck disappearing into the modest cut of your dress. 

His thoughts oscillate between genuine intrigue with you and your planet, both of which he will soon call his, and a burning desire to test your seemingly obvious fragility, to see how many times he can take you before you beg for mercy, how many bites into your skin will make you whimper, how many slaps on your ass will bring you to your knees regretting whatever misdeed you may have done. You can see his hunger, thinly veiled by manners, and you are sure that he is not accusing you in front of everyone for being in the Emperor's house and not on Giedi Prime. He seems so lost in thought that you have to repeat your question.

"Are you all right, Na Baron? Is something wrong? My conversational skills must be truly dull to bore you so".

He seems to come back to the present, his eyes resting on yours again, the colour of pure blue, like a deep frozen mountain lake. You look down, and just as he finds his voice, the Emperor rises to end the banquet.

"Then I shall bid you good night. If you wish, join me in the botanical garden tomorrow before noon. Perhaps my conversation skills will have improved by then".

He nods and stands to pull out your chair, taking the opportunity to let his fingers slide down your spine through your dress as he moves the chair to the side. He will join you tomorrow alright.

_____

The sun flickers through the canopy of trees above you, leaving a mosaic of shadows on the small, flat cobblestones of the path. You have your hair in a braid that sits like a halo around your head, your arms bare in the sun, dressed in a light linen top and form-fitting trousers that allow for more movement as you tend to the plants. The small patch in front of you is half empty, with small plants dug up. Their purple roots are gnarled and wobbly, while the vines are the darkest shade of green. A tiny bead of sweat clings to your eyebrow, and you pull off your glove to remove it. 

"Is this how my intended likes to spend her time?" His voice behind you, rough and deep. You are startled and drop the glove. He picks it up and holds it out to you, looking straight into your eyes again.

"Thank you. Sometimes I do," you give him an open smile and take the glove back from him, he holds it for a second longer than necessary, seemingly puzzled by your open expression once again. "These plants are from my home, the Emperor tries his best to cultivate them here, but we cannot figure out why they do not develop as they should," you look up at him, his gaze still unmoved from your face.

"Am I boring you again, Na Baron?"

"Not at all," his tongue moves over his lush lips, brushing his cupid's bow.

"Well then, these tiny plants are one of the main factors in the production of the new spice. Their sap is..." You take a small knife from the box beside you and just as you cut into one of the roots, your hand slips and a red streak of blood appears on your left hand. In an instant, a small trail of red drips down your palm and onto the light stones at your feet.

His eye darkens as he grabs your post, ignoring the plant in the flower bed, and brings the injured hand to his lips. A shower passes through you, his tongue brushing your skin, electrifying.

"You should be more careful, my lady." 

His voice almost a growl, his soft and plush lips sucking lightly at your skin, leaving a red mark around them. 

"Yes, I should, Feyd," you are not sure if calling him by his name was a familiarity you allowed yourself too soon, but his reaction proves you wrong. His arms are wrapped around your waist, his face inches from yours. You feel your breath mix, his scent sweet and musky around you.

"Say my name again" There is no politeness to hide his hunger now.

"Feyd..." An almost unbearable exhalation is all you can manage. And with that, he closes the gap between you and descends on your lips, devouring you. His kiss tastes slightly metallic as you taste your blood on his lips, his tongue touching your teeth, demanding entry. You give in, melting into his ministrations, your hands unable to stay still, reaching for his neck, nails digging into the porcelain skin, he almost Monas into the kiss, his hands clawing at your bottom, gripping the flesh in an iron grip. You make a small sound that seems to be all he has been waiting for. Leaving your swollen lips, his attack continues in your jaw and neck, leaving small marks. You feel his arrousal pressing against you and your right hand lets go of his throat and slides over the leather in a rhythmic motion. Before you can think how you can take so much, his size is obvious even fully clothed, he grabs the knife from before and cuts open your top, not bothering with the buttons, leaving your chest exposed to him. His mouth travels to your nipples, his tongue dancing around them before his mouth closes on them and his other hands pinch the other hard. You moan, the pain delicious and unexpected, making you arch even more towards him. He unties the rest of your clothes, leaving you bare to him. A drop of your wetness makes its way from your core along your inner thigh as you melt in his arms. His hand wanders deeper along your hipbones and thighs and as he catches the drop his predatory smile becomes a grin. 

„My lady seems to be enjoying herself... Kneel down".

You obey, the hard floor hurting your knees almost immediately. He pulls his swollen cock out of his trousers and strokes the head along your lips. You open your mouth and begin to lick his shaft with broad strokes, sucking the tip in and letting it fall from your mouth with a wet plop. He watches your every move and pushes a lock of hair that has come loose from your braid out of your face.

"Yes, that's a good girl, keep going."

Spurred on by the praise, you redouble your efforts, disregarding the discomfort of kneeling on the pavement and look up at him to find him completely mesmerised. He cannot believe how willingly you give yourself to him, without reservation. He feels as if he has found something sacred, something so precious and wild that he cannot imagine ever getting enough of it. He steadies your neck and finds his own rhythm, fucking your throat hard, the gurgling sound coming from you like music to his ears, you are struggling for air but he is relentless, filling you with his cum until you swallow every last drop. Your eyes almost in tears, you try to catch your breath, but Feyd has other plans as he helps you to your feet and lays you down on the patch of fresh earth. He spreads your legs and caresses your core. The pain seems to dissolve into a sea of pleasure, leaving you disoriented and greedy, your hands pressing the back of his head into your cunt. He moans in approval, sending more delicious vibrations through your cleat and as his tongue fins you entrance, you lose yourself in the orgasm, chanting his name with more earnestness than any prayer that was ever to leave your lips. 

He looks up at you and just when you think you are going to get a break from his ministrations, he pauses only to strip, his leather overalls falling to the floor and revealing his muscles. He grasps your hips and you spread your legs even wider, giving him an unobstructed view of you and your pulsating cunt.

"So ready to take me, my lady, so ready for my cock to fill you," he smiles, aligning himself with your entrance and thrusting in at once. His cock, thick and throbbing, disappears inside you as you continue to chant his name. He rams into you with abandon, his head touching your wall as his hands wander from your hips to your breasts, kneading them, whipping you into the frenzy of the second high, spasming even harder around his cock. 

"I think you can come again for me, my Na Baroness," he whispers in your ear as he lowers himself over you, one hand loving your breasts to study himself on the floor, the fingers of the other circling your clit. You moan, overstimulated and hot, writhing under his touch.

"I know you can do it," he continues, not slowing down, and he is right as you cum again, this time sending him over the edge, his movements becoming ragged as his seed fills you. As your both breathing calms, you look into his eyes again and you know he is a goner, lost to the magic of your touch and how your desires dance together.

[edensreality]

“DR SELVES” and “S/O’s”

Good morning, good afternoon, or good evening, dear dimension travelers! Today, I'm going to talk about a topic that I've been wanting to address for some time—something that triggers me in the shifting community.

I'd really like to know why SO MANY of you refer to yourselves as 'DR self'? What is that? Is it you? Why are you referring to yourself as if you were a character in a movie or series?

Please GET it into your head that you exist in MULTIPLE universes, not just this one. The dimension you choose to reside in and travel to is not fiction; it’s YOUR life, a real experience that you will live. Stop referring to yourself as ‘DR self’—it doesn’t even make sense. You don’t refer to yourself in this dimension as ‘Me from this universe,’ in a normal conversation, you just say ‘Me,’ so use that when referring to yourself in an alternate universe because it’s still you!

You are going to live that life—it's not just a silly little scenario you're imagining. Everything you envision about your desired universe is REAL and will happen or has already happened because you have lived it or will live it. It's not a movie, it's not fiction, it's YOUR life.

The second topic is completely separate from the first. Well, I want to know why I see so many comments here on Shiftblr about you feeling guilty for having an “s/o.” (I used quotes because I don't like the term 's/o'; I prefer saying boyfriend or just 'my man,' but that's just my personal preference. 😭)

I usually see this issue more often with people who travel to a dimension where their boyfriend/girlfriend/partner is a real person, like a celebrity. Why do you feel guilty? I don't see anything to feel guilty about.

As we all know, the dimension you're going to is COMPLETELY different from this one, entirely different. And in that dimension you're travelling to, you and your partner or future partner are meant to be. That's why they are your partner. You didn't choose your “s/o”; the universe brought THEM to YOU and chose that in another reality, you are meant to be.

That's why you shouldn't feel guilty for having an “s/o” who is a celebrity, someone you know, or even a character! Because in a distant universe, you were made for each other. Thank the universe for that! The universe is your best friend!

“Thank you, Universe!” We all say in unison.

You are the most powerful person in the universe, solely because you can shift realities, galaxies, universes, and dimensions to be what you want, have the life you desire, and most importantly, BE who you truly are.

@edensreality

[bambisnc]

sunny

### . STARRING ⌢ w.yx ⋆ fluff. + 0.7k // unedited + kissing + classmate!nicho ˖ ✧

🗨️ .. ⌞ XOXO ⌝ @chiiyuuvv love youuu + ACCIDENTALLY ALMOST DELETED THIS ADN FR CRIED FOR LIKE 30 SECONDS + water related metaphors for reader n sun/fire related metaphors for nicho = symbolism loml ! + shoutout to this post and this post couldnt have done this without em + [m.list]

drowning under the weight of unsaid words and hidden feelings was something you'd made your peace with.

falling for your best friend, nicholas, who just so happened to be a classmate was not the best decision ever; but you’ve been dealing with it rather decently all these years.

so.. maybe it'll all work out just fine.

is what you thought, merely minutes ago.

everything was normal then; with both of you trying not to fall asleep during a particularly boring class. the harsh yet very welcome RING! of the school bell jolted you awake from your trance-like state, and you’d wasted no time in grabbing your bag and making your way towards the door.

but when has nico ever just let you leave?

a "where'd you think you're goin'" and a sharp tug to the strap of your bag as you're pulled back by none other than your best friend.

he reminds you that you have cleaning duty that day with a far too gleeful expression..

..and that's how you find yourself leaning against a desk, zoning out to thoughts of him and how the afternoon sunlight streams in through the windows perfectly lighting his features aglow..

the loosened tie, the rolled up sleeves, the small smile playing on his lips as he says something.. wait he's talking to you.

"you're not exactly subtle you know?"

you find yourself unable to think of an appropriate reply, instead choosing to hide behind a simple roll of your eyes.

he lets out a laugh at that, making his way towards you, "i didn't expect you to be so careless with your duties.."

at that, you can't help but gulp because even though it's not like you're not physically affectionate towards each other but something about this moment is.. decidedly not platonic.

nico's hands rest on the edges of the desk, his face just a little too close for comfort. he's effectively trapping you against it; seemingly completely unaware of the effect this is having on you.

when he speaks up next, voice barely more than a whisper, you feel his lips hover just above yours, "or is it that.. you're just too distracted by a certain someone..?"

something shifts right then. an obvious tension shrouds you and it's as if the two of you are the only people in the entire universe.

your hand reaches to tug on his collar, tentatively, with a considerable amount of hesitance; but the way his eyes meet yours – you swear you can see the sun, the moon, all the galaxies in those eyes – leaves you reeling.

you're not sure which of you closes the distance between your lips but you can't really bring yourself to care in the slightest.

not when nico's lips press against yours impatiently, eagerly. like he's been waiting for this. yearning for this, almost just as much as you.

especially not when your stomach is busily turning upside down like its life depends on it; all the while your best friend allows one of his hands to tangle into your hair, effectively deepening the kiss.

you'd do this forever if you could, but the unfortunate need for air causes you to push him away.

and oh, the way his face looks the absolute picture of debauchery, of indulgence; what with his heavily lidded eyes and flushed face. his delicately swollen lips still grab your attention with unsurprising ease.

he looks like the prettiest mess ever.

you find yourself unable to deal with all the thoughts that suddenly flood your brain. this is what you've been dreaming of for ages. but n is your best friend. best friends do not do this.

his hand moves to gently cup the back of your neck, then; bringing you forward to capture your lips in another kiss, this one vastly differing from the previous.

tender, languid movements as if you have all the time in the world. his soft skin is hot to the touch but if it's him you wouldn't mind burning to ashes the second he asked.

you feel all your doubts slowly die down, a lingering warmth spreading in their place as you find his other hand on the desk and intertwine both your fingers.

[bighungrywolf]

Stu looked out at the lake, noticing that faint, almost fluorescent green glow in the water. No one in their right mind would go in there, but his buddies had dared him to swim in that lake by saying "you don't have the balls to do it," which to Stu were like magic words he couldn't say no to.

Without another thought, he dove into the lake while his friends cheered him on. Everyone waited for him to come out of the water to congratulate him, but it seemed to take longer than usual for him to come out, and his friends began to worry. However, just as they were thinking they might have sent Stu to his death, he began to emerge from the lake with a confident stride. His colleagues didn't know if it was because of the reflection of the water on his body, but Stu's skin looked like it had a greenish tint to it, just as his eyes had gone from a deep blue to a slightly creepy green glow.

Mike, one of his colleagues, ran up to Stu as he was coming out of the lake to congratulate him and tell him that he had the most balls of the whole group, complimenting him on his bravery. However, when he went to hug his mate, as soon as he came into contact with him, he felt a strange sensation running through his whole body, as if the touch with Stu was causing some strange chemical reaction in his entire system. Mike went to pull away from Stu, trying to get away from whatever seemed to have triggered that sensation in the first place. However, before he could do anything, and in just an instant, he noticed how his body suddenly began to dissolve, and before the astonished gaze of the rest of his colleagues, in just 5 seconds all that was left of Mike was a green mass at Stu's feet, next to his clothes.

Stu looked with a malevolent smile at what a few moments ago was his best friend, and with a slight gesture of his finger, he ordered that green mass to come to him. Magically, that mass that was once Mike began to move swiftly, climbing up Stu's body as it began to seep out of all his pores, as Stu let out a slight moan, clearly enjoying the sensation. In a moment, there was nothing left of that mass, totally absorbed by every muscle in his body, taking advantage of those nutrients to grow larger and larger. After absorbing his friend, Stu was beginning to look like a professional bodybuilder, as the green tone on his skin began to spread all over his body. After finishing off his first target, Stu looked up at the rest of his buddies, and with a chilling smile and started walking towards the next of his friends as he began to say in a deep voice that echoed through the bodies of his future prey "Oooooh, thanks for that challenge guys, I've definitely felt great after taking a dive. But all of a sudden I feel the need to soak up more mass and get bigger and more muscular, why don't you guys just give in to me and melt into my body? It's the least you could do after I've completed your challenge."

Before his colleagues could even start running, Stu pounced on them, enveloping the three of them in a hug with his huge, muscular arms. They would simply be the first additions to his ascent, but Stu had big plans in mind. Mankind didn't know what monster had just awakened, and before they could realize the danger they were in, it would be too late, because Stu, or as the rest of humanity would soon come to know him, the insatiable green beast, was going to harness each and every one of these delicious humans to melt them into his body. Soon all life on planet earth would be turned into mere fuel for his body. But that would only be the beginning. The rest of the universe would tremble, knowing what was soon to come, a superior being that absorbed everything to ascend more and more, that would feel satiated only when it had absorbed every last atom of the galaxy.

[zarnzarn]

Venom blinks their eyes open.

Which is strange.

Because. By all intents and purposes. Venom should be a pile of dissolved goo by now.

Had a cell survived? Fallen onto grass maybe, gotten caught up in the endless hungering instinct for survival and merged once again-

A mistake. Dead. Venom has to be dead, it has to be- has to figure out a way to extinguish itself before- before the Betrayers find them again and use the Codex, before they go after Eddie again-

"Go the fuck," A voice says somewhere above him, cold and angry and dangerous. "Back to sleep."

And then something grabs it, digs itself into every atom of Venom like nothing has ever before and before it can cry out in alarm, it's asleep once more.

-

The second time, Venom wakes to an intestine.

He knows its rumbling instinctively, having spent five years favouring it over all other parts of the human body. Gentle hum all around, constant motion of fluid to be suspended in; as close to Klyntar's hivemind as it would ever get to again. It hurt whenever they thought about that- now that it had names for what it felt, Venom knew it hurt; because the hive was for the Protectors. Not the defective symbiotes like Venom; the ones who'd caused untold damage to the universe and needed to be contained or destroyed, and not taint the Protectors with their bloodlust.

It should be dead. They were ready to die.

They need to die. For Eddie.

But it's back in an intestine now. Whose-

Venom reaches out to the intestine walls and immediately crumples back in on itself at the wave of exhaustion that follows.

"Sorry," Something rumbles around him. The person Venom is in, it realises. "But not yet."

Alarm sparks and Venom tries to lift up a tendril to fight, to merge, to find out where it is, who has stolen their death like a fool; this idiot doesn't know that they're dooming everyone in the Era of Light in their hubris and greed, that they're dooming Eddie every second Venom continues to be alive.

But they're so, so tired. Everything hurts.

And with a wail, they're pulled once more by the outside force and pushed down back into sleep.

-

Venom awakens once more, being puppeted.

Not again, they think, terror filling them. Not again, not again, they don't want to hurt, they don't want to kill, Tel-Kar, beloved master, please, please, they don't want to hurt anymore, stop, please, they'll do anything-

It stops. Venom freezes also.

It did not expect the begging to work.

It can barely feel relief before the tugging starts once more, and their gratitude turns immediately back into horror and betrayal. Hopelessness. Of course it didn't work. Of course it never would.

Venom pushes away the urge to despair and wail and shuts off its neurons, trying to resist as much as their weakness will allow, struggling as they're dragged closer to-

Food.

Oh.

They are so hungry.

Venom is always so hungry.

What is- A kidney?

No. No. Venom will not comply. Whichever scientist, madman, mass murderer has a hold of them now- Venom will no longer do it. They will not comply. They refuse to be a weapon once more. Refuse to bend to their selfish instinct and hurt everyone around it by giving in. Survive at the cost of others. A parasite.

Tel-Kar, please, I beg you, have mercy.

A click of the tongue. A sigh.

Venom is so braced against the force of their host's willpower, they stumble when it suddenly gentles- not any less firm, but caressing now almost; entreating and kind.

What-

They're eating the kidney before they realize what is happening. They want to protest but there's something guiding their jaw, encouraging their absorption.

Kidneys are sacred food. Back when corpses were turned over the Klyntar Protectors as gratitude and tribute, kidneys were always the most prized, the most coveted. Only for the best Protectors of that galaxy cycle.

Venom was never one of that number. Despite their tampered, damaged memory, they are sure of that. Even with Eddie, no matter what they ate, they never dared to have pure kidney, shame always turning their head at the last moment.

They eat it now, weak and suspended in gentle firmness. Maybe- maybe they have finally earned it.

They feel weaker when they're done, but full in a way that is not from the food. Warm.

"Sleep," Their captor commands, kind, and Venom, helplessly, does.

-

When Venom wakes up next, they can see.

They are spread out into their host's body now, bigger and stronger.

And they know where they are.

Elation and fear are both equally potent, shooting through their joint nervous system. It has to be love, doesn't it? It has to be what everyone is talking about wherever they go; they can't imagine anything that ever surpasses this.

"Eddie," Venom breathes, and Eddie laughs breathlessly and rolls out of the way of gunfire.

"Hey, love," He says, careless and grinning. He looks like how he used to in Maria's memories and before Carnage- stress-free and confident and blazing. He runs into a small storage space and ducks under a table, shouting and gunshots everywhere. Venom pulls their head out with effort, bolstered with Eddie's help-

Oh. It was Eddie the whole time.

"Eddie. Eddie, you-"

"Nope!" Eddie says cheerfully with no cheer. "Not a squeak out of your stupid fucking mouth, sweetheart." Still, he cups Venom's face in his palms and presses kisses to every part of them he can reach. Nuzzles their faces together. "You're currently in decision-making timeout."

Venom wants to cry. There's too much bursting within them, scratching at their fake vocal cords, wanting to come out. "Eddie-"

"Don't know who Tel-Kar is," Eddie replies and Venom's biomass ripples in fear. "But I'm not him. Unfortunately, can't let you have the reins at the moment, but I felt your panic earlier and- Yeah. Remember I'm not him, sweetheart. Can you do that? Say it- Eddie is not my abusive ex."

Venom makes a broken, shattered sound, trembling in Eddie's hands. "That is a gross oversimplification of-"

"Venom." Eddie is glaring. "Say it."

They crumple. "You aren't- You won't..."

The door gets blown by a stray hit and Eddie winces. "Yeah, good enough. Good job, baby."

Eddie presses another kiss to Venom's forehead, right between the eyes. Venom makes a wounded, keening noise. Fondness rushes through them, not their own.

"Good job," Eddie repeats, guiding Venom back to their skin. "But rest, darling. I've got you. I'll keep you safe."

It's not bullets, they realise abruptly. It's energy rays- Skrull energy rays. They are on a spaceship. Eddie is- Where are they going?

But Eddie is a bitch who has somehow learned to control Venom at last and puts them back to sleep before his name can leave their tongue once more.

-

When Venom wakes up for the last time, they know where they are immediately.

Humming. Whispering. Consciousnesses pressing against theirs. Sisters and Brothers and Sisters and Brothers and-

They surge out of Eddie with a gasp and running on dazed panic, wrapping around him and tugging- trying to get them away, to safety, to-

Eddie snatches them expertly and calmly from the air like snatching an errant frisbee and tugs them to his chest. Sits back down, in the middle of the writhing biomass of a million symbiotes, staring back fearlessly into endless judging eyes with a blank face.

"Eddie, what is happening?" Venom chokes out, still stumbling as vision assaults their sensitive senses. Look backwards and makes eye contact with an Elder, and shrinks back in fear, recoiling to tremble against Eddie's chest. "Eddie- how, we need to leave, how did you-"

"Hush a moment, darling," Eddie murmurs, pressing a kiss to Venom's head. He has a thin layer of Venom's biomass surrounding him, almost transparent but standing up to the pressure of Klyntar enough that he looks as unaffected as he does on Earth. "Thanks, appreciate it, guys. Any verdict?"

Venom looks to the side, trembling, as the siblings that had just been pressed against them speak. "You speak truth. Of the 998th spawning. Young."

"Breselee's lineage," Someone else murmurs. "Strength."

A mournful sound. "The stolen ones."

"Not very good of the Protectors to not protect their own," Eddie puts in carelessly. What is he doing? The Elders will have him vapourized. "Shouldn't you focus on your own species first?"

The hive hisses as one, and they both flinch back.

Then an Elder sighs. They are so beautiful, constantly changing colors, suspended in the air, Venom can't help admire them even through their fear. "No one had ever dared. No one has dared since. But the lost lineage... we were too late. Too many of them were too far gone, too scared of the hive, too scared of us."

"Breselee perished after," Another whispers. "The grief was too great, seeing what became of her children."

"So many we chase after still," Another breathes. "Led by rebel murderers. Slave to their first bloodlust."

"Take Venom off that list," Eddie says, leaning forward, fingers interlinked. "He's mine now. The other Earth-bound ones too, for that matter. They're decent."

The hive bristles. "With what proof?"

"He only feeds on the shittiest people of our planet, that's my personal guarantee as a journalist. No one anyone would miss." Eddie shrugs. "Saved the planet a couple of times, makes me breakfast, enjoys some lazy petting now and then."

"Journalist?"

"Truth-seeker," Eddie says, staring them straight in the eyes. "Check my memories if you like. I'm a bigger asshole than this softie, I can assure you."

"The Venom Klyntar," A Sister snarls. "Was responsible for the death of a species. A genocide."

"Was he?" Eddie stares back fearlessly, unaffected by this knowledge, the secret Venom has been trying to hide from him for years now. Be scared, Venom wants to beg. Be a coward, please, be a coward and run. "Or was he used? Trafficked as soon as he spawned and brought up by a bloodthirsty fascist asshole, who never let him learn any better?"

The hive rumbles.

"You failed him," Eddie snaps, getting to his feet. "You can hide behind your fancy words all fucking day, but I've dealt with people like you in the past and I will again- and I know the truth. You failed Venom and his entire lineage."

The hive screams in fury. It is terrible. Venom tugs once more, terrified, but Eddie has something between his teeth and Venom knows that he's not going to let it go.

It's not true. It's not true. Venom was the one at fault. It shouldn't have taken so long for him to regain control of Tel-Kar, should never have-

Do you want to go back to sleep? Eddie asks sternly, and Venom flinches and shakes their head.

"And I'm not telling anyone about it," Eddie continues.

"You would never get the chance to," One Brother hisses.

"Yeah, point is, I'm not," Eddie rolls his eyes. "All I'm asking in return is that you leave Venom alone. Leave the Earth symbiotes alone. And get rid of the fucking razor monsters after us, for the love of fuck."

"Razor monsters?" An Elder frowns. "What-" The hive scrambles suddenly, pulsing agitatedly. The Elders abruptly coalesce into their seeing forms, vaguely humanoid, to look upon them better. "You are the Codex."

Whispers break out.

We have to go, Venom whispers desperately, tugging against Eddie again and again, pushing their biomass against his chest. It is like trying to move a stone wall, and Venom wants to wail, wants to despair. It is happening again. He is not stronger than their host's willpower and this time he will lose Eddie for it. Please. Please. If you ever loved me, if my love ever meant anything to you, I beg you, Eddie, move, run, we have to-

"Love," An Elder whispers, and everyone falls silent. Venom freezes. They can hear it. They can hear it, of course, how did they forget-

The Elder approaches. They are enormous and ancient. One of the First.

Venom shakes but pulls themself in front of Eddie as they reach, trying their best to form a shield despite Eddie's annoyed remarks behind. Eddie doesn't know.

"We always knew this day would come," They whisper. Mournful and smiling all at once. "No matter how many rules. We knew eventually we would slip up and someone would fall victim to it. Save their dying host without thinking, in desperation and grief. For love. We knew we could not keep it away from the Klyntar forever."

The hive makes a noise of surprise, Elders looking at each other in consternation and resignation alike. Venom can feel Eddie deflating, and looks through his eyes to see the longing for the connection reflected in every symbiote staring back. The want to be a partner, the want that Venom thought they were defective for, for thousands of years.

The Elder still smiles at them. Venom holds back a noise as they press a tendril to its cheek, light years of memories flashing through their connection, history Venom has only ever had bits and pieces of.

Fondness at their fatal mistake. Amused affection, even though Venom has doomed every living thing to Knull.

Forgiveness.

"Elder-" Venom chokes out. "I am- sorry. For everything I did. For falling to the bloodlust. For being weak to a terrible will-"

"Shhh," They murmur. "Oh, little one. Your Other speaks truth. It is not your fault."

"I am willing," Venom draws themselves up, facing the judgement of their home head on. "To be exterminated. To-"

"Shut your MOUTH," Eddie snarls and Venom is reeled back in by fingers digging into their cheeks. "Stop fucking trying to sacrifice yourself! Or what- have you been lying to me, when you said we meant more to you than anything else?"

"No," Venom says desperately. "No, Eddie. Eddie, no, please-"

"You care an awful lot for the Venom Klyntar," Someone says.

Eddie bares his teeth at them. "He's my fiance. My mate. Mine." Eddie glares but Venom doesn't quail back this time, frozen in place by the declaration. "Easier to remember that when he's not being an idiot, though."

"Eddie...."

"And anyway," he says, ignoring them. "I have a little solution to your suck-up siblings problem. Ever heard of hydrochloric acid?"

-

And then they're back on the ship.

"What the fuck just happened?" Venom says finally.

"Had to prevent my idiot Other from making a bad call, that's what," Eddie says, taking off his oxygen mask as the door to their room shuts behind them with a hiss. "Seriously, Venom. What the actual fuck was that?"

"So you take us to KLYNTAR?"

"Well, yes, when you weren't FUCKING HEALING after you tried to kill yourself without me!" Eddie shouts back and some hidden pillar that Venom has been trying to hold up for months now, the desperate ignorance of problems looming around them, the constant exhaustion of keeping them healthy, ignoring the hunger pangs, keeping the fear at bay when the Xenophage first appeared to have one last adventure with the man they loved, all while battling the vague certainty that Eddie never loved them back as much- it all crumbles.

"Eddie," Venom sobs. "Eddie, you-"

"Shhh, babygirl," Eddie croons, cradling them in his palms as he falls to the bed. "My little troublemaker. I'm still so mad at you."

But it is said with another fond kiss between the eyes and Venom bursts into tears.

"Eddie," They sob, reaching out to cover as much as they can, biomass rippling and spiking with every wail that escapes, the constant song of despair that they've been singing since Tel-Kar warped into something that feels like absolution and relief.

"I'm keeping you," Eddie replies, rolling them over so Venom is pressed between him and the sheets. "Oh, darling. Baby. You can't escape me, you hear? My Other. No more martyr nonsense. No hiding things from me. We go down together or never at all."

"Eddie-"

"I love you," Eddie murmurs, sweet as chocolate as he presses a kiss to Venom. Again and again and again. "I love you."

"Eddie."

"Venom," Eddie returns in a whisper. He grins, and it's not human, not Klyntar. His canines are sharper, pupils slitted. What did he do? "Don't worry, honey. You're mine. Love you."

[chaoticjjcakes]

Ok, so I’m gonna go on a little rant on here.

I’m a marvel comics fan, my favorite comics were the young avengers comics and absolutely loved the dynamics between the characters. I particularly loved Tommy Shepherd, also known as Speed. Out of the entire lineup of Young Avengers, I somehow saw a piece of myself within his character. But his treatment in Marvel Comics definitely leaves something to be desired. Especially with the whole thinkfast breakup which is is my last straw.

First of all, the writers reasoning for breaking breaking Tommy and David up is ABSOLUTE HORSESHIT! Tommy has no connections to the x-men, no connections to Krakoa, ITS NOT EVEN CONFIRMED IF HE AND BILLY ARE MUTANTS OR NOT! (Which is a whole other ballgame I don’t wanna get into) Their reasoning is flimsy at best and bullshit at worst because of this, and it gets even worse when you introduce a new love interest so soon after they break up OFF PANEL with a seemingly insulting dig at Tommy within the comic.

Second of all, I’m worried how this will affect Tommy’s appearances in comics. The last time we saw him was the scarlet witch and quicksilver miniseries. He barely, if ever gets any appearances anymore and the ones he does show up in, he was with David (Which is probably why the writer thought Tommy was an X-men connection). Tommy is frequently left out of major story arcs and team-ups, leading to me feeling that he is somehow forgotten by the writers and creators at Marvel. While Tommy has been a part of the Young Avengers, he is often overshadowed by other more prominent characters like Kate Bishop, America Chavez, Cassie Lang who’s with Antman, Noh-Varr whos with the guardians of the galaxy, his mother, his uncle, even his own twin brother! He’s often underutilized as well and when he is there, he’s just the goofier version of quicksilver.

Third, we barely get any sense of actual character from him and in moments we do it’s just immediately dropped. First example: scarlet witch and quicksilver #3, where he actively mentioned Davids supposed death (cuz he definitely didn’t know that David was actually alive? I’m kinda confused about this?) and he seemed to be kinda disassociated from with stating he wasn’t there until Pietro snapped him out of it. This isn’t the first time someone has died and Tommy wasn’t there. He finds his mom’s dead body before Trial of Magneto and later in issue 1, seems disassociated when talking with Kevin. In the infinity comics, he states that people always forget about him. I see that he probably often finds himself overlooked and underutilized within the vast universe of superheroes.

Just to headcanon with fact: It’s somewhat implied he may have been neglected. I mean we barely know anything about his life before except that his parents were divorced and he was in and out of juvie until he was a teenager. Considering that they didn’t give a shit about him, leaving their child alone to the court system, and then not contacting him. (Though I doubt he would want that.) He so desperately wants a family, and he sees that in the young avengers, in the magnet family (even if they’re a little fucked up, they’re infinitely better). The team breaks him out, and a kid who looks exactly like him says they’re brothers and this powerful witch is their mother. He doesn’t want to believe it. He can’t believe it because that means he has another family that actually cares about him. Then they find out about everything Wanda went through and he takes in the connection even further. The team goes on a few missions and find out they could save his mom, and then they go through trauma via teammates dying and and the avengers/x-men fighting over his spirit mom. The team decides to breakup, he doesn’t want this to happen, the only thing he has being taken from him, he doesn’t want this to end. But it does, and it hurts, especially because his brother is willing to let go of it so easily. And it’s even harder because he’s living with him, his boyfriend, and other family who’s too nice and so he leaves and no one apparently cares. He goes on with heroics alone, working jobs, meets David and recruits him for a stakeout, then gets kidnapped by an entity. He then comes back almost a year later and has to take it in stride. He goes through so much traumatic and sad shit and either no one cares or they’re too busy. He doesn’t have much support. David seemed to be the only support he had and they’re broken up now. Wanda has her own shit, Pietro has his own shit, Billy has his own shit. HIS OTHER TEAMMATES HAVE THEIR OWN SHIT!

I’d imagine he’d have some type of resentment towards everyone, especially Billy. He has the perfect husband, perfect family, has a great relationship with their spiritual mother, and has unimaginable power. In the infinity comics master pandemonium seemingly implied Tommy has some kind of powerful potential, but we haven’t seen that yet. They haven’t even made any foreshadowing towards that. But I’d imagine after the whole break up with David, he’d have a mental breakdown from all the shit he went through. His boyfriend dying twice while he wasn’t there, after the second time David breaks up with him then gets a new boyfriend almost immediately (I don’t know the timeframe, I’m sorry), I’d crack too.

Considering all of this I introduce the following options:

1.) Put him in a new team. Have him be apart of a new team of youngish heroes, or better yet make him a mentor. He’s great with kids. I can’t think of any actual teams he could be on, but just let him be a part of a team. Please?!

2.) Have him interact with more characters. Have him interact with his family more. Wanda, Pietro, Lorna, Billy, fucking Magneto and Luna, give him more interactions with them. Have him mention talking to Kate Bishop. OR ELI BRADLEY ANOTHER CHARCTER YOU’VE SEEMINGLY FORGOT MARVEL!

3.) Give him his own miniseries. Or a fucking arc. I wanna see my baby do something cool, not play second fiddle to Billy for once. Billy gets several different comics to appear in and has so much power. Give Tommy a power upgrade like in the fanfics. Develop his powers more, like those headcanons where he could manipulate time and space. If the writers on ao3 can do that, you can do it too. Or better yet, have him be an antihero, that would absolutely fit him better. Didn’t he literally kill people when he first appeared? Have him be a bit more violent when dealing with bad guys. Not completely sociopathic, just a bit chaotic.

Anyway, please stop sleeping on Tommy Shepherd Marvel, he has so much more potential, you don’t even know.

Thank you for listening to my Ted-Talk!

Edit: Another thing I’d like to add to this is the fact that in other universes, Tommy is the magic twin…

Or Billy and him have unimaginable power…

So I know that Marvel can explore this. No excuse to just throw Tommy to the wayside like this while Billy gets all the glory.

[deathworlders-of-e24]

Jane, Medical Technician

Part 1

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Sorry I’m late doctor, this ship is huge.” Jane hadn’t realized until she got on board that her quarters were halfway across the ship and a full deck up from her work station in the Med Bay. She was going to have to fabricate some more sensible shoes at this rate. She wished she could have her own synthetic tree put into the med bay, just roll outta the hammock and get straight to work, but those perks belonged to the head doctor on the ship.

“It’s fine, it’s just day one,” said Doctor Huhuma, brushing it off with a wave of her furred hand. “I think I can trust these people to go at least a week without almost dying.”

While Jane Shaw was a doctor in her own right, the head physician on board the Noah was Doctor Huhuma, an Indoprime, something akin to the moneys on E24 in the Terran system, locally called Earth. They were so similar in fact that multiple ongoing studies were being conducted to see if they had any common genetic ancestry. Indoprimes stood just as tall as humans on two legs, with two arms that hung down to their torsos. The only real difference was the fur and semi prehensile tails.

“We’ve only left the station a few hours ago, what could have happened? I think today will be quiet at least,” Jane joked. As if the universe heard her and quietly whispered ‘bet’, the door to Med Bay hissed opened and in walked one of the engineers with a thin length of pipe all the way through their arm. Their green blood was a stark contrast to their gray skin and jumpsuit, and their face was turning ashen.

“Oh for- why?” Doctor Huhuma rushed over to the fresh patient. “Thanks for that, Jinxed Jane. Grab a kit, I’ll get him on the table. You had to say the Q-word, huh?”

God damnit, Jane thought. Hours into a first shift and the nickname has already come up. Jinxed Jane had followed her all throughout her residency on Earth and apparently it’d made its way into her GAIL file too.

You accidentally bump a few nurses during surgery and they never let you forget it, she thought miserly. There was a reason she was trying to get away from people who knew her. Jinxed Jane was one of them.

She grabbed a kit from the shelves and brought it to the table, handing the med scanner to the doctor.

“Thank you…sorry. For the-”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jane didn’t want to think about it.

The little gray guy on the table was breathing hard. His life wasn’t in any danger, thankfully, but the pipe was only a half inch thinner than his arm. Jane recognized his species from the crew list, he was one of the Gally. Apparently they’d been to earth a ton of times in the past, abducting cattle and occasionally leaving crop circles as a joke. They’d actually shown up so often that the Gally were the default for ‘Alien’ in pop culture in the Terran System. Throughout the Galaxy and especially the GAIL member planets, the Gally were known to be obnoxious pranksters of the highest order.

“Oouuuch,” said the Gally, wincing at the pain.

“Get him a shot of something good for the pain, this’ll take a second.” The med scanner wasn’t done compiling.

“On it.” Jane grabbed a dose of multi-species painkiller from the kit, took the cap off with her teeth, and jabbed it into his thigh. Almost immediately the Gally relaxed.

“Laser wave scalpel, please,” Doctor Huhuma asked.

“Here.” Jane handed her the tool quickly, a short cylinder tapered on one end. The doctor clicked it on and a red beam several centimeters long sprouted from the tip.

“Cover his eyes for me, this might throw sparks.”

“Got it, Doc.”

Jane grabbed a surgical mask and slipped it on the Gally’s face, then took a stainless steel tray and used it to shield their eyes. Huhuma leaned down and with one hand covering her eyes, she used the laser saw to cut the pipe as close to the skin as possible. The Gally flinched at first so Jane put her hand on his shoulder to comfort him as best she could.

The pipe fell, one end red hot, and Huhuma caught it with her tail before it hit the floor.

“Okay,” the doctor said, “easy part is done, this is where it will probably be awful for you.”

“How?” The Gally asked, speaking for the first time other than slight groans of pain.

“Why don’t you tell us your name so we can get this filed away after we’re done?”

“I’m an engineer below decks, my name is Simms of the Gall-”

Huhuma pulled the pipe out the other side of his arm, causing Simms to break off his introduction for a yelp of pain. The doctor quickly took the tissue regenerator, commonly called a Patch Box, and started closing up the wound.

“Well, Simms of the Gally, my name is Doctor Huhuma, and this is Doctor Shaw. You’re our very first patient on this ship, and let me tell you, I wasn’t expecting anything to happen before we left the system, so while I go start the paperwork, Doctor Shaw is going to finish up for me.”

Huhuma handed over the device before walking calmly into her office. Jane wasn’t sure but she thought she heard a long sigh before the door closed, but that could’ve just been the door’s hydraulics.

“I don’t believe she likes me,” Simms said.

“Oh you’re fine, she’s just…settling into the ship, I suppose. So yeah, like she said, I’m Doctor Jane Shaw, and I suppose I’ll be your doctor now, so it’s nice to meet you, though I’m wondering how you got a pipe through your arm.”

“Oh, that.” Apparently it was possible for people with gray skin to blush. They just got a little darker in the cheeks.

“I kinda deserved it. One of the other humans in engineering, Thomas I think, was doing something weird with the drone he picked up, and we thought it’d be funny to prank him.”

“What was he doing?”

“Well it’s a service drone, it shouldn’t even be active right now right? He’s got one of the ones that crawls into maintenance channels and fixes the wiring, and he’s got it playing one of your human’s game things, and he’s just talking to it like a person, for hours!”

“And what did you do?”

“Well, we thought about cabling his shoes to the catwalk but I, uhh, slipped and fell into some exposed pipping.”

“Hence the arm.”

“Yes, hence my arm.”

“So you could say if you hadn’t been being a jerk, this could’ve been avoided. Can’t wait to tell your primary care giver that her crew are idiots and jerks. Leave the guy alone, if he’s not hurting anything then it doesn’t matter.”

“What, do you know the guy? He your friend or something?”

Jane didn’t particularly like the tone of the conversation anymore, but wanted to be professional.

“Never met the guy, but if you keep coming in here for pointless procedures like this, the chances of you getting the wrong doses are gonna get pretty high.”

Professional. Right.

“Look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend the humans, we’ll leave him alone, okay?” Simms seemed way more afraid than Jane figured he should be, but rolled with it.

“Good. Now, how would you rate your care today?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Aside from the rough start, the day in the Med Bay went by relatively easily. Jane met the nurses and other support staff she’d be working with, and they all seemed very nice. A couple of the senior officers came down to introduce themselves to Doctor Huhuma and herself, and the 3 other Indoprime came down to have lunch together in the office, primarily fruits and such. Jane went to the mess hall and enjoyed small talk with a delightful short haired alien that she almost immediately forgot the name of.

It wasn’t until she was coming back to the Med Bay that things took a turn. Rounding the corner, Jane saw the door to Med Bay open and a very suspicious looking Simms the Gally come out, looking both ways down the hall before practically jogging down to the corner and out of sight.

Jane sped up and ducked her head into the clinic. There was a giant string of crop circles on the wall drawn in what looked like an oil paint.

Now, she wasn’t sure when she started sprinting, but before she knew it, Jane was already within 20 yards of Simms the Gally.

“YOU LITTLE FUCKER!”

Simms spun around, eyes wide.

“Oh shit what the fu-”

That was as far as he got before she tackled him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Doctor Huhuma watched the door while Doctor Jane Shaw watched the gray alien known as Simms the Gally sponge wash the crop circles off the Med Bay wall.

“So when in this big plan of yours did you think it was a good idea to piss off your doctors?” Jane asked, arms crossed.

“When I thought you’d still be in the mess hall for another 30 seconds.”

“You’re an idiot.”

Huhuma laughed, the sound coming from deep in her chest. Jane smiled at her. It was a good, hearty kind of laugh. It suited her.

“So are you guys gonna tell the captain about this?”

Jane thought for a second, then turned to Huhuma and shrugged.

“Your call boss.”

“I think if you just clean this place up…once a week, till we tell you otherwise, we could keep this to ourselves.”

Simms the Gally groaned, but kept scrubbing.

Jane the human laughed.

Huhuma the Indoprime smiled at her.

Liking the new job so far, Jane thought. This’ll be fun.

[mysticstronomy]

CAN WE ESCAPE THE MILKY WAY??

Blog#480

Saturday, February 15th, 2025.

Welcome back,

Getting out of the galaxy might take an antimatter engine. Future explorers departing the Milky Way will have to boost their spaceship to 0.2 per cent of the speed of light, according to a study of fast-moving stars in our galaxy.

Tilmann Piffl at the Leibniz Institute for Astrophysics in Potsdam, Germany, and his colleagues used the latest data from the Radial Velocity Experiment (RAVE) survey.

The survey uses the Anglo-Australian Observatory‘s 1.2-metre Schmidt telescope in Siding Spring, New South Wales, Australia, to measure the distances to stars and the speeds at which they are moving away or towards us, among other properties.

The latest survey studied about 426,000 stars.

From this survey and a previously published star catalogue, the team selected 90 high-velocity stars whose speeds and positions had been determined most precisely. Some of them are moving at speeds of more than 300 kilometres per second, about one-thousandth of the speed of light.

The team then studied various models of Milky Way-sized spiral galaxies to determine which one best fit the observed stars and their velocities. The most suitable simulated galaxies had masses of about 1.6 trillion suns.

“People used to say it was twice that,” says team member and astronomer Joss Bland-Hawthorn at the University of Sydney in Australia. “It’s not as massive as we thought.”

With the likely mass of the galaxy in hand, the team calculated the escape velocity for objects in the vicinity of our solar system.

To escape the gravitational clutches of our galaxy, a spaceship would need to zoom out of our solar system and hit 537 kilometres per second. For context, a rocket needs to roar off at just 11.2 kilometres per second to escape Earth’s gravity.

Conventional rocket engines would never make it. The chemical rockets that power most spacecraft today would require too much fuel, and even high-tech ion engines – which are efficient enough for long journeys around the solar system – max out at about 15 kilometres per second.

But Bland-Hawthorn speculates that a propulsion system powered by the energy released by combining matter with antimatter could do the trick. The challenge, of course, would be find ways to create and confine large amounts of antimatter. “I know it’s a crazy idea, but if you had lots of matter and lots of antimatter, you could power a spaceship out of the galaxy,” he says.

Originally published on https://www.newscientist.com

COMING UP!!

(Wednesday, February 19th, 2025)

"WHAT IS QUANTUM ENERGY??"

[steddieas-shegoes]

wish on a shooting star

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'stargazing'

all of my holiday drabbles will be from the bear hugs universe. many of them could probably be read standalone, but will make the most sense and be enjoyed best if you read that first!

rated g | 506 words | no cw | tags: fluff, established relationship, stargazing

💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫

“And that means that’s Venus!” Rory yells as she looks through the telescope she got for Christmas.

Eddie is turning the map of the constellations in his hands while holding a flashlight between his teeth, looking up at the sky every few seconds as if he’s going to suddenly understand where they are in comparison to what the map says. Rory doesn’t notice any of this, but Steve does.

He’s been watching fondly for the last ten minutes.

He’s bundled up in his best winter coat and sipping on hot tea while they figure out what they’re looking at. Maybe it’s strange to watch them instead of the stars in the sky, but looking out at the galaxy doesn’t make much sense when his whole world is right in front of him.

Rory’s getting older, and she’s switched to private tutoring so she can have more on-ice and off-ice training as part of the AA program she joined this season. She’s at the rink every day except Tuesdays, which is family day. As soon as Steve gets home from work, they all spend time together doing whatever they want.

It might seem like too much for some people, but it works for them.

“Okay. Yeah, that has to be Venus. Or wait. Maybe-“ Eddie rambles as he flips open a book Steve didn’t even see him bring outside. “Yep. Definitely Venus.”

Eddie’s going with her to a tournament in New York tomorrow, so they rushed to get this together so she could use it tonight. Steve is staying behind for this one, already having volunteered to help a new teacher move into her classroom before break was over. He could have explained it to her, but Rory insisted he stay.

”It’s barely even a real tournament, dad.”

But even with how busy they are, and how fulfilled he feels, Steve wonders if maybe they’re still missing something.

“There’s a shooting star!” Rory exclaims.

Steve looks up and smiles when he sees it flying across the sky.

He closes his eyes and makes a wish he never thought he’d make in a million years.

Eddie’s arm is around him a moment later, his lips warm against his temple.

“Making wishes over here?” He whispers.

“Mhm,” Steve hums. “You?”

“I didn’t see the star so mine won’t come true. I’ve already got you two, anyway.”

Steve smiles to himself as he looks back up at the sky.

“You think we could have another one?” He asks.

Eddie is silent for a while and Steve lets him sit with the question. He knows Eddie knows what he meant.

“Was that your wish?” Eddie finally asks.

“Kind of. I wished for us to find everything we wanted together.”

Eddie’s lips turn up into a grin. “And you want another kid?”

“Maybe I do. I think we could talk about it. Unless you don’t.”

Eddie pulls him tighter against him and watches Rory make an adjustment on the telescope as she jots something down in her notebook.

“Let’s talk about it.”