#assume connections if you like!

[tabithaxking]

who: anyone! ( @aurorabaystarter ) CLOSED where: all night diner As the young waitress was leaning over the counter, her eyes were firmly placed on the book that was spread open in front of her, Tabitha barely noticed the trickle of the bell that signalled a customer. Considering the diner was empty, besides the newest arrival, she didn't consider this to be slacking on the job.

The sound of footsteps brought her back down to Earth and she fought hard to suppress her annoyance at being disturbed. Finally, her eyes peeled away from the page as she asked, “What can I get you?”

[treykingston]

WHO — @bluestarters WHEN — whenever works! WHERE — eddison recreational park

Fall was so close around the corner. It could be felt in the crisp of the air, school back in session, and football season on the go. Trey had finished his shift at Blue Harbor Community Hospital and had a later class to get to, and in the break in between he'd tossed a ball about with a friend until an accident happened and they had to run off to work. The owner of the vehicle didn't rush up when the window had broken so Trey did the right thing and waited. In fact he'd moved his own vehicle and parked it in from of the damaged one at the curb surrounding the park. His mind was on the fact that he'd be starting residency come December when someone approached. Pushing off the rear fender of his vehicle, Trey ceased tossing the football back and forth between his hands and greeted with, "hey." A weak smile came because he hated to be the bearer of bad news. "Is this your car or do you know who owns it?" Trey had gestured to the one behind his that had the rear passenger window busted with some broken glass on the pavement.

[sasika-lg]

where: snowcaps karaoke bar who: @easthavenstarters

It had been a long night, a lot of badly sung ABBA songs and although Sasika was having a nice enough time with her friend from work, after a swift trip to the bathroom, she was nowhere to be found. Checking everywhere throughout the crowded bar, Sasika was half-worried, half-pissed off but most of all, not surprised. Constantly the type to pull a Houdini and bail, it was more annoying that she'd had left her stuff with her friend, if she could still call her that. The brunette knew she should have kept a closer eye. 

“Hey!” she called out to the person perched nearby, someone who might have seen her. “You haven’t seen a blonde woman, sleeve of tattoos, about this height” her hand went up to indicate the height to be taller than her “—come this way, have you?”

[ryanthel0ser]

[ffc1cb]

ive never had alistair in any of my playthrus before because ive never played with my personal worldstate so this was my first time ever hearing this line in the game & it FLOORED me. it’s so funny

[akkivee]

we have three people who’ve been affected by the true hypnosis mic and two of them, nemu and kuukou, have physical items that represent their bonds, kuukou’s matching bandana and nemu’s aohitsugi bracelet

sasara’s the odd man out so i wonder if it’s smoking that represents the mcd bond????? but the fact that sasara’s trying to quit instead of already sober is striking me as strange, like the bandana and bracelet are notably missing but sasara’s is still lingering???? 🤔

[valleyxrose]

who: open ( @bluestarters )

where: farmer's market

Valley had never thought she was a Farmer's Market kind of girl. Of course, she'd never imagined that she'd be living in a town like this at all. Ever since her first marriage, she'd become accustomed to the finer things in life, and the finest things are hard to come by outside of the city. But here she was, getting her expensive shoes muddy at a market that stank of fish, just as she'd done every week all summer.

She had to admit that Blue Harbor was charming. There was a reason, after all, why she hadn't left town yet.

She smiled at the vendors as she perused their goods, comparing everything in her mind to things she'd seen in her travels. Everything reminded her of something lately. Everything was a memory. ...She was getting sentimental in her old age.

Not wanting to be weighed down by memories and connections, she got the attention of the person closest to her. She pointed to two things she couldn't decide between.

"Which would you choose?" she asked.

[utilitycaster]

because I've seen this again: I think it's entirely possible that, for a small group of people, the fact that there is not a fan art reel is why they are less connected to the story of C3, but setting aside this is not remotely my experience, there have always been fans who kept up or binged the show via the podcast or VOD and skipped the art reel. Even when I watched C2 live I mostly tuned in only a few minutes in advance and barely paid attention to the art reel. Also like. Novels have been around a really long time. Oral traditions of storytelling have been around longer. Even the first radio drama was over a century ago. The ability to find hundreds of pieces of fan art and fanfiction without getting out of bed is less than 30 years old. I feel like saying "Skill Issue" undersells how much of a problem not having a visual component to a fictional work - let alone not having fan art spoonfed directly to you instead of you having to go to the official fan art gallery or following a tag - isn't. For basically everyone else on earth.

[moshebehar]

SETTING ― Latte Love, afternoon ! AVAILABILITY ― Open ! ( Capping at 4 ) !

It was peaceful. That had been Moshe’s initial impression of Blue Harbor when he’d finally taken the plunge that following Nilay halfway across the world had warranted. There was really no telling whether he'd make the decision to leave any time soon― he doubted his perpetual wanderlust would pull him away from Blue Harbor considering the fact that he seemed to find more and more reasons to stay with every passing day. It wasn’t as though he had a deep aversion to packing up and leaving if that was something that needed doing— it was more that his time in the United States had offered him a freedom he’d not yet allowed himself to experience in life and he was all too willing to take advantage of it as long as he possibly could. Freedom that had found him, at that present moment, shifting in a cafe chair outside of Latte Love, grading papers for the most recent assignment he'd given his first year students. 

“Ah, good try, mate,” Moshe found himself murmuring under his breath as he wrote a few detailed comments beneath the final paragraph of the paper in question. He admired the effort his students were willing to put into their work and hoped it was in part due to even the barest hint of respect they’d developed for him since he’d become their teacher. He found himself blinking owlishly at the sight of a phone number scribbled at the end of one of his student’s papers and shook his head firmly as an almost startled laugh erupted from him just loud enough to catch the attention of someone near him. He raised a hand and smiled sheepishly, “I’m sorry about that– I hope I didn’t startle you. Perhaps you can help me? What’s a fellow to do to turn a student down incredibly gently when they seem to have a crush on him? I’m really quite concerned I’ll accidentally reduce her to tears or something.”

[shadowblade8192]

i think its been well documented that each episode since wild blue yonder has had a name check (if you dont know what that is, its whey they say the name of the show/episode title in the episode itself), and i was wondering, since its not the same character every time, could there be a connection between them? i cant think of anything but i did make a list of every character who spoke the first name checking line in each episode so if anyone else can find a connection then do add it in the tags anyways heres the list:

wild blue yonder - donna noble the giggle - the doctor the church on ruby road - the doctor space babies - the doctor the devils chord - timothy drake boom - the doctor 73 yards - ruby sunday dot and bubble - lindy pepperbean rogue - rogue the legend of ruby sunday - carla sunday empire of death - TBA

[bmpmp3]

give him to me NOW!!!!!!!!!!! or i'll settle for a release date pwetty pwease

[mymp3]

tell me you've only read the persona wiki without telling me you've read the persona wiki

[pinkcadillaccas]

Everyone needs to get on my spones divorce wavelength right tf now ‼️

[skrunksthatwunk]

you go to a lesbian blog and find it says women only!! no men allowed!!! and go oh! excuse me, um, what about other lesbians? plenty of lesbians are genderqueer... and they go well, okay, go fuck yourself tim chop off your sweaty dick and stop calling yourself a lesbian. you do not have a dick, actually. you think about that fact often, even though it does you no good. you do not tell this person that.

you go to another lesbian blog and it says women only and you try again, and this time they change it to wlw + nblw only (non-men who love non-men :D). and you'll say hey i appreciate that but gender's not really that cut and dry for a lot of people. someone could be both a man and nonbinary, for instance. i just worry that you're looking at nonbinary as a generic third gender, or an extension of womanhood. i mean yeah you include nblw in your tags but all your posts are about pussy-havers exclusively. what's with that? and they say go fuck yourself you pervy man pretending to be a lesbian. you tried to sneak in but i won't let you.

so you go to a lesbian blog with a dozen or so posts about queer people needing to be more weird about it and you sigh in relief. but you still see the men dni. that's odd. hoping for the best, you say hey! i know you mean well but please maybe don't put men dni at the end of the lovely posts on your lesbian blog bc some lesbians are men. and they'll be like ok!! well you're allowed ;) and you say no that's not. no. some men are lesbians not just me. you think about your own dicklessness and wonder if that's why you were given entry. and you add that even if male lesbians are allowed, there's no indication of that. how would anyone know without asking? and they're like ohh gotcha gotcha well men dni + this is for sapphics only!! and you'll be like ok well that treats the concepts of men and sapphics as mutually exclusive identities and i just told you that's not true and you agreed with me so.. i don't think that solves our problem. and they're like. ok. fine. men dni but genderfluid and multigender people are allowed! and you're like no see that's. that's still the same thing.. you're saying the same thing just with different words. if you don't want men to interact but you're fine with multigender/genderfluid/etc ppl interacting then you either don't see them as Real Men (because they don't reach a standard of Full Manhood) or Complete Men (because they're only Part-Time Men), both of which suggest that they are, in some way, not men or less-than men, which is invalidating and defeats the point of the exception in the first place (accommodation) OR that you don't really mean the dni which is confusing and inconsistent and makes guydykes feel weird and uncomfortable and excluded from the lesbian space you're trying to cultivate. and they're like um. ok. so. cishet men dni? and you're like well i think that makes more sense, but what if someone identifies as both a cishet man and a sapphic? again, if we're trying to accommodate the genderfucky populace then that has to be a possibility that is considered. and they say god you people are never happy. what do you want me to do? what am i supposed to say to keep the right men out? and you pause. you empathize with the need for a space free from dudes trying to fuck you straight and feminine. dudes who watch lesbian porn and joke about what they'd do if they were allowed into girls locker rooms. who look at you like a piece of meat, and like someone who looks at women like pieces of meat in the same way he does. you get it. you know. you want a space where you can be sapphic, too. that's why you came to these blogs in the first place. you brace yourself and you say well i don't know that there are "right men" to keep out. i don't know that there's any single label that would accomplish whatever it is you're trying to accomplish. you could go for "sapphics only" or "queers only" and i think that might be the closest thing to what you want, but it's never going to be perfect. creating any exclusive space is going to shut out people you didn't account for, and the broader the label, the more people will be shut out that you didn't want to shut out. and what about people who don't know if they're allowed? what of questioning transbians, where are they supposed to go? and, frankly, i think i might rather my dykey posts get read and appreciated by a gay guy who sees me as a man than a woman who only sees me as a sacred womb, pure from male perversions or violence or whatever. i think community might just be more complex than a dni can handle. and they look at you and say i don't want to not have a dni. i think you're too permissive. you can't just "what about" or microlabel your way into everything. go fuck yourself, i bet you're not even a lesbian anyway. go find a real problem to get mad about.

you go to a lesbian blog. you ignore the men dni because you know you probably don't even count to them. or maybe you do count and, out of respect for your manhood, they'd shun you accordingly. you try to feel okay about that. you scroll past dozens of posts about mediocre men and gagging at straight friends' boyfriends and how gross and undeserving men are of the beautiful women they couple up with and how all women should be gay so they can get treated right and and and and and. you finally find a post about curling into someone you love and feeling at peace and try to lose yourself in it. you know that feeling is what unites you, what makes you belong. you try to focus on it. you think about carding your hands through a butch's hair or lacing fingers with a femme and feeling warm and loved and more yourself than you ever have before. like this is who you're meant to be. you read about lesboys and butch boytoys and genderfucky dykes and big hairy deep-voiced wonderful women (like you want to be someday, like you wish you could make yourself) and you try to ignore the men dni underneath each and every post. and you daydream about meeting someone kind and earnest at a lesbian bar even though you don't think any such bars exist within three states of you and you can't drink and don't want to drink because you need to be in control of yourself at all times so you don't fuck up like you're always about to and here in the nonexistent lesbian bar you feel wanted and safe and in good company. you picture your ideal, happiest self. it is a mistake. ideal-you has a goatee. not the mascara one you smear on and call drag even though you know it's not drag, not really, the beard you call drag because you think everyone would look at you sadly if you told them it was just to pretend you had something out of your reach. a beard that's soft and that you grew and that cannot be smudged away if you get too comfortable with it. the dream shatters. your people pull away from you, their scoffs mixing with the mind-numbing gay girl bedroom pop you learned to settle for just to have something that almost resembled you, they all pull away and turn their backs and do not look at you. you're too close to being a man now, even though you're the same amount of man as before. and they know you're not supposed to interact with men, not as you would with dykes, at least. and it sours. it's all your imagination, all in your head, but it sours.

you sigh. you think about how small you are. how short, how narrow, how feeble. how your voice pitches up when you talk to strangers because it's easier to speak quietly when it carries more, and because you're nervous. because it's a chore to talk, like everything is. you think about testosterone. you think about how your family would look at you, the questions they would ask, your answers they would only pretend to accept. the uncomfortable glances and whispered questions they'd try to hide from you. you think about how small you are, and how small you will always be. how you don't know of a way to fix it, but even if there was one, no one would want you anymore. you'd be the only one thinking it made you a cooler dyke. you think about how you don't even want a T-voice all the time, how you'll never be able to switch it at will, because you don't know how and can't bring yourself to figure it out. you think about how your throat closes around every hint of your own attraction. how wanting is perverse, how wanting is invasive, how wanting is embarrassing and too vulnerable so it must stay anonymous, as an online witness, and how you can barely manage to form or maintain friendships because your brain makes you pull away, always spinning out and struggling to recover from the simplest of interactions. how they'll all leave you and you won't chase after them at all and how that will hurt them. how stuck you get. how it looks like nothing's holding you back, how that frustrates everyone who thought you were going to be more than you were. the people you love who understand except when it comes to being ghosted, being shut out. how you don't want to hurt them. how you can't tell them that because you're stuck. how you turn to stone when touched, how you never reach out, how you lose your speech and can't look at people, how your autism is fun and sexy until it becomes real and you never see them anymore, how much you longed for someone who knew everything without you having to explain, and who loved you anyway. how unreasonable you know that is to expect of anyone. you think about that not-even-real lesbian bar. you think about how you still can't drive. how you can't leave your home on your own, without dragging somebody into helping you. how you can't leave your body. how you can't leave your manhood behind.

you think about finding another lesbian blog and ignoring everything. about skimming it for the parts you can juice some meaning from. the parts men ignore and don't understand, and how typical of you it is to do so. or the parts where you're not welcome and you should accept that, because it's for lesbians only. how you are a lesbian anyway. how you're meant to choose lesbian or man, how each is a betrayal of some kind to yourself or your people, your family, your lovely strangers, your rare friendly acquaintances. about the parts that tell you you're not wanted, that you're ugly and lazy and gross and insert yourself everywhere without even asking. about the parts that tell you you are hated, and how lesbians are above it all by rejecting men. how lesbians are each blessed miracles. about the parts that say you should be ashamed of being whatever twisted confused freak you are, of everything, of looking and wanting or not looking or not wanting, of picking and choosing instead of taking it all in with a smile. after all, shouldn't you take it? or is your ego too fragile, as men's so often are? aren't you tired? good. we're not here for your consumption. and we sure as hell don't want your company or "community" or whatever. didn't you read the sign? no boys allowed. and if you want to come in you have to make up your mind. as if you haven't told them the only answer you have. you're both. you're both.

you know you broke the rule by interacting.

but it gets lonely sometimes. you wonder if they know.

[gh0stfactory]

This got popular on Twitter somehow so here it is on this hellhole too lol. My crude interpretation of the Xeno timeline based on the Zohar

[c-kiddo]

finished scavengers reign s1 .