#disco!bones

[subterraneanna]

A mysterious encounter on Thaxes IV leaves Spock with precognitive abilities, but his visions are limited to McCoy's future fashion sense.

[orpheusilver]

somewhere in the multiverse kim is revachols most unhinged bus driver

[r2y9s-notartblog]

saw this video.

immediately scramble to my pc to make a gif.

here you go :)

[cursedtrekedits]

tracks include: “ SOS (Medical Emergency)”, “Does Your Doctor Know” and “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (a Patient in Sickbay)”

[r2y9s]

[Disco Elysium]

Close to you. I feel good.

(full piece on twitter and bluesky)

[geekysteven]

Bones never died on screen so there's no reason they can't bring him back on Star Trek Discovery with Karl Urban playing the oldest and grumpiest version yet

[steven-myself]

"54" - Adel Bouteldja photographed by Baldovino Barani for FACTORY Fanzine

[binomech]

the furies as an oath

the furies as trapping yourself in the oath you made

the furies as a haunting for breaking an oath

the furies as a punishment for breaking the mores, the customs necessary for living in society

the furies as the misery who befalls those who betray their human rationality for the base desires of vengeance, jealousy and anger

the furies as self-loathing that smothers you in the night the dark

i think people understand the furies as the skills and while i have seen very good reads on that i don't naturally gravitate towards that interpreation. the original name of the game being no truce with the furies makes me think a lot about why one might know the furies and not want a truce.

the furies punish those who break the social contract, or really any other contract, on word and on paper. but the thing is that the contract that we are giving - our position to the Moralintern, the oath taken for the RCM, all the expectations of history, the world having to remain like this? the only way out of this hole we have dug ourselves into is imagining a different way to be, that may not exist within those socially acceptable bounds (see: the plasm being a real thing in elysium, generated by the power of millions of hopes and thoughts of a better world kept in line by capitalist realism).

a truce with the furies, then: keep going as you are. keep working a job that kills you. keep dreaming of the glories past, be it love or easier times. step slowly, with the certainty that someday you might get somewhere but not counting on seeing it in yor lifetime.

if you break this contract, they will despise you. they will hunt you like the animal you are who dares to grieve, and feel anger, and covet a better world, you've lost your humanity and your rationality in rejecting the promises of capital. the furies will haunt you.

r.s. thomas says there is no truce with the furies because the furies are reflected back to you through a mirror, and the tragedy of it all is that all they reflect will only be a part of you, never the whole. you will always look at yourself and be haunted by all the things you did wrong.

elysium, the part of the underworld reserved for the blessed and the fortunate, is surrounded by lethe - the river of forgetfulness the invisible ever-growing invisible odourless Pale devouring the world you know who said that. the clearest water, ever so tempting for the dead who thirst for life that tricks you into drinking more of its waters as you drink, and only if you forgot everything would you be allowed back into the world. wouldn't it be sweet, to leave elysium behind, to forget it all, to no longer be haunted by the furies in the mirror, harry-boy?

but even the clearest water, if deep enough, can drown. and drown you did, and came back to life and met a guy with a mnemosyne, sorry, mnemotechnique, notebook who refuses to forget the past so he can remain in Elysium.

(sorry, sorry, my bad, i just thought, you know mnemosyne like the river of memory that keeps the dead in the underworld and the living capable of lives without oaths to hades, but surely this means nothing)

the only way to stop being haunted by the mistakes of the past is to die - or maybe just to remember and keep living anyway.

[oracleandbone]

It's your move

December 28 is Sam's birthday. Give her a ring! ☎️

[danielcalmdown]

Shit disco elysium made me forget about elden ring dlc n i don't even feel like playing it because i'm too busy thinking about how to implement philosophy into my swap au and make it a crazy cop romance at the same time xD

[oh-dameron]

The Yiling Wei sect: their colours are red and black, their sect symbol is a blood red drop: for the guidao cultivation of their patriarch, for the medical cultivation they practise, for the tears and pain it took to be free. Both a petal from the lotus of the Jiang and a ray from the Wen sun, the blood drop symbolises the identity they forged together in the Burial Mounds.

[lifeless-discodancer]

I can't fix Kim but i what i can do is sit him down on his couch, wrap him in a blanket and make him watch an animated movie intended for kids, like Elysium's Winnie the Pooh or something, and let him experience something soft and sweet for once in his life. I feel like if he wasn't so repressed he would be the kind of person to get a teeny tiny bit teary-eyed when something sad happens to the characters, you know?? Like i feel he could the kind of person that cries a bit when a dog dies in a movie and i want to help him get there because his repressed ass won't be doing any of that on his own. He needs character development first

[stealingyourspins]

Jay cannot beat the 70s attire allegations

Closeups, links to my Ninjago outfit headcanons, and alt designs under the cut.

Zane, Jay, Cole, Kai, Nya, P.I.X.A.L.

[trek-tracks]

Thanks to this beautiful post from @peridotsarelongterm and @cursedtrekedits, I bring you Mother Horta's disco hit, "No Kill I!"

I’m made of silicon, I am petrified

I will protect the children, I remain right by their side

And I have spent so many nights thinking how you did us wrong

And I grew strong

I learned to vaporize your throng

Because you’re here

From outer space

I just crawled in to find you looting all our pergium in haste

I should have melted all the rock, I should have made sure that you’d flee

If I’d have known for just one second that you’d hurt my kids and me

Go on now, go, walk out the door

Just turn around now

Because I’ll liquidate the floor

Weren’t you the one who broke my eggs and made me cry?

You think I’d crumble

You think I’m just a pizza pie?

Oh no kill I, I must survive

For as long as Horta babies hatch you know I’ll stay alive

I’ve got all my life to live

My digestion’s corrosive

So no kill I

I will survive

Hey, hey

It took all the strength I had when you zapped my hump

After I’d stolen your reactor’s circulation pump

Into the Chamber of the Ages, not to hide myself away

And now you say

That you can cure my rainy day

And you see me

Somebody new

I like your Vulcan ears but I am not in love with you

The end of things cannot begin, tomorrow’s vault contains the key

If you break hundreds of my eggs then of your men I’ll burn fifty

Go on now, go

Walk out the door

Just turn around now

Or I’ll irradiate your core

Weren’t you the one who tried to meld and shouted “pain!”

Think I’m a devil

I’ve got a heart and bigger brain

Oh no kill I, I will survive

You may see a big lasagna, I’ll get pasta you to strive

Got eternity to birth, I’m not questioning my worth

So no kill I

I will survive…

Oh…

Okay, you’ll stay

We’ll make a deal

You’ll take the minerals

That we don’t need to make a meal

I’m dancing even though you cannot see my feet

Now that your doctor 

Healed me with some concrete

You no kill I, I did survive

And we taught a moral lesson through the magic of sci-fi

Differences don’t mean wrong, that’s the Mother Horta’s song

So no kill I

I will survive

No kill I!

[ph-cutie]

like to slap his bald cheeks reblog to slap his bald cheeks