#i GET it it's ENTROPY that's the POINT . fuck off

[july-19th-club]

finished it and you know what? i actually have just as little patience for this sort of narrative as i did fifteen years ago. like. i spent months working my way through this and for what! dispersal?!? bullshit

the actual star and going bovine have more in common than i would at all have expected going into it but luckily at this point in my life i THINK im better equipped to handle this kind of book

[vigilskeep]

going off your arcane bolt post and how it becomes spirit bolt in 2, what do you think is the distinction between the arcane and spirit schools? it's interesting that spells which were spirit in dao were moved to arcane to fill it out for da2 (mind blast, crushing prison) and the sort of overlap where both include various shielding methods 🤔

OUGH good question

so for reference for those less familiar, the arcane tree in dao is the very basic single tree with arcane bolt and arcane shield, and spirit is an entire school with two anti-magic trees, the walking bomb/necromancy tree, and the excellent and delightful telekinetic tree. in da2, arcane is a full tree featuring arcane shield, but also elemental weapons which it stole from the elemental/primal schools, and the telekinesis tree (mind blast, barrier, and crushing prison) which it’s stealing from spirit. the spirit tree has spirit bolt (the stolen version of arcane bolt), and then the spells it’s always had like dispel magic, death syphon, and walking bomb.

when you read the codex entries about the schools of magic in origins there are very distinctly four schools: primal, creation, spirit, entropy. the first thing i’d like to establish about my understanding is that these are artificially created distinctions and are not “real”, in the sense that mages trying to understand magic have created classifications to argue about as people love to do. by the way, i absolutely believe these arguments take place in-world, and i as the person who sticks their hand up in the back of the lecture and says “well school distinctions aren’t even REAL so—” am the annoying student that all senior enchanters hate to see coming

the second point i’d like to make is that even by the people who treat these classifications as fact, the school of spirit has the least clear boundaries of the four. it is described as an “esoteric” field of study and “the school of mystery, the ephemeral school”. translation: we don’t know what the fuck we’re talking about here. the school of spirit is said to draw its power from the fade itself, but of course that’s how all typical magic works, so theoretically all spells belong to the school of spirit. (now i sound like a spirit magic student who has beef with evokers who think they’re better than me.) but broadly spells that get categorised into the school of spirit tend to be ones where you’re not interfering with or creating anything “real”, you’re working directly with “magic itself”. so in origins it’s the spells that work directly with combating or destroying or stealing another mage’s magic reserves, it’s the necromancy tree which as we’ve seen with a lot of detail in later games uses spirits, and it’s the telekinesis tree which throws, crushes or protects with invisible force.

(with regard to the telekinesis tree and also the force magic specialisation: i have a pet theory that many centuries later when thedas discovers modern physics, we’d see a split between the school of spirit and some kind of school of forces now that we acknowledge the force crushing prison applies as something “real” rather than “just magic”. i don’t know enough about physics to develop that line of thought and i also wonder if the study of magic would have thrown away the entire system of schools by then but it’s just funny to me to imagine.)

another point to be made is that there’s also a lot of crossover between the school of spirit and the school of creation, the latter for example inexplicably containing the spell to have a wisp buddy in dao. and those two schools actually get fully put in the blender together for the diabolical dai approach to it all. but that’s a whole other can of worms.

to return to the arcane vs spirit question, you’ll have noticed that arcane is not any of the four basic schools, it doesn’t count as a school. you’ll also have noticed that arcane bolt and arcane shield, working purely with fadestuff and protective force, are absolutely spirit magic on the same grounds as the telekinesis tree. a tree which is so similar to arcane it gets recategorised as arcane in da2! i actually do not think there is any academic difference between arcane & spirit and i think arcane spells all get folded into spirit by anyone who is writing essays in-world (and it constantly pleases me that people are definitely writing essays in-world). so what is the difference, you ask? why are they separated in my skill trees? for practical application and training!

the real difference between arcane and spirit to Me is that arcane contains the fundamentals every single mage should know, and spirit is for eccentric researchers who crawl out of their libraries with a finished book once a decade, and who definitely aren’t even slightly possessed, they promise. arcane has the basic attack, the basic defense, and in da2 also contains the basic support. these are technical fundamentals. they’re going to be the first lessons you sat through as a kid even if you specialise in something else and never touch them again. and they are spirit spells because drawing on the power of the fade is the most basic definition of magic, even if the spells that requiring deeper understanding of the fade are also the most complicated field of study. when i’m assigning spells with character in mind (and i always have character in mind) i tend to put points in arcane for quite rigid/technical casters who would rely on those fundamentals and then points in spirit for those who truly study the fade. most mages would never have points in spirit but the type of mages who are in a protagonist’s party are not representational

so that’s what i think. in the normal number of paragraphs. and to get slightly meta my favourite hc about the da2 skill trees less exactly matching the academic rigour of dao skill trees is that you and your mage companions are all apostates and the way you think about magic is different and more fluid even if it draws on the same principles. ok thats my stance cutting myself off byeee

[evilminji]

You know one of the purposes of Lining?

Shock Absorption.

If the Zone is the Inter- and EXTRA-Dimensional Lining, connecting, containing, and generally powering all of Multiversal Creation? The Great Primordial Soup? The Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, from which we came and too which we return?

If the Zone itself is basicly the place between Universe, where your soul goes to get washed down, cleaned up, recharged, and sent out to wherever the next random portal takes it? To BECOME whatever you happen to find? An infinte recycler and Multiversal management?

The great metaphorical Yggdrasil, grown far beyond few branches, into an incomprehensible forest of one?

Well!

That kinda changes things! And also nothing! Because it means that those who remain? Are basicly squatting in the DMV's attic. Have built bunkers, under the country's main power generator. They really SHOULD move along. Granted, there is no one to MAKE them... but like...

That's cause no one thought anyone would NEED too?

Lol. Don't they feel silly? Anyway, I'ma put MY house over-! *wander off to go squat in the rafters*

Yeah, the CONCEPTS are native. But those probably just generate naturally. It's all the Souls constantly flowing through. Lots of background Sentience and Memories and such being washed away into the air. But? Then these lil souls were like "yeah, but if THEY get to stay... me too! D:< " "no, you can-" "ME TOO" and then they stopped listening and did what they wanted.

Good thing we have literally infinte amounts of room.

T...there's so MANY, you guys.

But! Not the point here!

*smacks white board* Realities! The Die too sometimes! And get born! A beautiful process, really. You can find Reality Beads if you know When and Where to look, some times. They, OBVIOUSLY, don't last for very long. Since they are basicly just seed universe. The explosive growth takes them almost immediately out of our range of perception, as they Begin.

Foundations of all Life and such.

But good God are they MAGNIFICENT!

However, sometimes? The REVERSE happens. If you find the area of the Zone your in? Is getting... "wavey" is the best way people describe it. Distorted. Fun house mirror. As though your vision has weird wrinkles that are distorting and stretching your view of things? Get Out. FAST.

If it's only SLIGHT? Barely noticeable? You can grab your Lair. IF, and ONLY IF you are NEARBY! If not? Remember. Things can be replaced. YOU? Can not.

Cause that "wavey"-ness? Is the final stage of Realm Entropy. The universe that portion over the Zone is covering and connected too, is all hollowed out. And about to CAVE IN. You DO NOT want to be there when that happens!

Remember! You see "waves"? Fly for three days!

Get to the edge of the affected area then KEEP GOING for a full three days flight. Warn everyone in you path. We stay safe together, guy. Collapses are NO JOKE. People get... well. Let's just say it's NOT a nice way too go.

Knowing this of course? We should all be SAFE right? Respectful if Awed distance from Reality Seeds, run like he'll if "waves"? We Gucci?

.....Sooooorta.

*flips Whiteboard to other side, to reveal a cartoonishly drawn Supervillian labeled "Asshole"*

Behold! A Terrorist!

It's a charged word. Not used lightly. But THESE fuckers? Oh ho ho! THESE fuckers?! "Ooooh~! Look at MEEEEE! I'm gonna play with FORCES I DONT UNDERSTAAAAAAAND! Destabilize my whole funckin UNIVERSE! Kill countless TRILLIONS OF TRILLIONS! Cause life was bad to me personally and I'm mad about it! Wah wah wah!!" ASSHOLES!

These fuckers? Cause Collapses. Blow Outs. Weird Fucked Up Cancerous Real Growths. You ever seen the Cleaners? No? You don't WANT TOO. They are basically eldritch, deep sea, angler fish looking mother fuckers THE SIZE OF SOLAR SYSTEMS. They travel in SCHOOLS.

BIG ONES.

When Realities collapse, they "fall off" as it were. Detach. And have to get recycled. All the countless impurities of Life eaten way to a blank slate. So it too, can start again. Thus the Fish. But! They ALSO eat anything "problematic".

Like tumors. Cancers. Poisoned, Multiversal Threats. Those quote on quote "God Killers".

Yes. Yes this IS part of why you DONT want to be near a Collapsing Reality.

No I WON'T explain how I know.

I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.

*smack the board with pointer* pay attention.

Jason Todd. Not! An Asshole. Sexy thighs. Fancy lil hair strip. We all miss him. But! He's off living his "no really, I'm totally alive, guys" hot girl summer or whatever. We are going to respect that! But!!! How did that happen? When he was DEFINITELY Hella dead?

Superboy Prime-y Pants. Who IS an ASSHOLE.

Because THAT fucker? PUNCHED HIS REALITY SO HARD IT NEARLY SHATTERED. Oh, no, I'm sorry! He punched SOMEONE ELSE'S reality! Because he is a tantruming MAN CHILD! And NOW? Now, Your Majesty, that WHOLE ASS Reality is more hair line cracks then border walls! One good shove? It'll cave in. Killing every soul inside.

The Cleaners are ALREADY circling.

It needs to be patched. Immediately. But that's not something normal ghosts can DO. The Zone won't LISTEN to us. Nor allocate the energy for it. The Concepts of Healing? We can't even FIND them.

We need help.

Please help them, King Phantom. You're the only one who CAN.

@hdgnj @babbling-babull @hypewinter @ailithnight @mutable-manifestation @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

Thinking again about the Torchbearers!AU and how, if I ever properly write it as a fic, I wouldn’t have Kyle resurrect/recreate the Guardians like he did in canon. Maybe instead of creating the baby Guardians (that get aged up to be emotionless sociopaths who only cause problems), he instead creates the first new rings that go to Simon and Jessica.

I think the lack of the little blue bastards fits the Torchbearers!AU better thematically bc it’s a story about how Kyle and his Green Lanterns create a new order because they will not (or in this case, cannot) repeat the mistakes of the past.

Also, the Guardians of the Universe just fucking suck. Most versions of them (especially in the Johns era) are a bunch of arrogant assholes who think their immortality makes them wise enough to treat the universe like their personal chessboard. Even the most generous interpretation- in which the Guardians seek to enforce order to atone for Krona's experiment introducing entropy and prematurely aging the universe- makes them kinda neutral at best.

But wait! There is still one Guardian of the Universe! What about Ganthet?

Because there's no way that Ganthet is not involved with Kyle's efforts to reignite the emerald flame. He is the last of the Guardians, the connecting thread between the old Corps and the new. He gave Kyle the ring that made this all possible. Of course he's gonna be with the Green Lanterns and do his best to advise and guide them so they can resume their role as intergalactic police.

And that is where the problems start.

Less than a decade has passed since the Emerald Twilight- barely the blink of an eye for an immortal like Ganthet. Yet it is enough time that the universe has moved on. Countless worlds across the stars have had to fend for themselves- and succeeded. Many of them now question whether the Green Lanterns and their Oan master are really needed to keep order.

Tensions continue to mount as new Green Lanterns are recruited across the universe. Many who have grown accustomed to independence from the Guardians fear that the resurrected Corps will try to reassert their dominance by force.

Ganthet ignores their concerns, intent on restoring what was lost. He forges thousands of new rings, sending them out to the far reaches of the universe to seek out new bearers. Thousands of recruits are brought to Oa and trained in the basics before being sent back to their sectors to show the universe that the Corps is as strong as they ever were.

Kyle, now leader of the Green Lanterns, does his best to run damage control and ease the concerns of the intergalactic community while balancing the duties of recruiting and training new members of the Corps. As you can imagine, he's running himself ragged even with the other Earth GLs and surviving veterans like Salakk helping him. But the pressure has reached boiling point.

The old enemies and rivals of the Corps decide they will not wait for the Green Lanterns to regain their strength. A coalition of the Reach, the Spider Guild, and the Citadel of Vega sends a massive armada in a pre-emptive strike against Oa, seeking to snuff out the emerald light.

The Green Lanterns fight back valiantly, but most of them are hastily trained rookies, unprepared to fight in a conflict such as this. Dozens of them fall within the first few minutes. Once the initial shock has worn off though, the Corps begins to fight back and slowly turn the tide.

For a moment, it seems that the Green Lanterns have won, forcing the remains of the armada to retreat. But then the capital ship unleashes a weapon it had been hiding while the enemy coalition scanned Oa for their true target: the last Guardian of the Universe.

A beam of concentrated destruction obliterates the main citadel of Oa in an instant, flattening the towering skyscrapers and burning the planet's surface to glass. Yet Ganthet remains unharmed, because his champion has arrived in the nick of time.

But it is all that Kyle can do to hold his shield up against the ceaseless force. Cracks appear as fast as he repairs them, and the deadly ray continues to pound away at the construct. This weapon was made to kill an immortal, and Kyle cannot keep this up forever. Perhaps if he still held the power of Ion, but he'd given that up to reignite the Corps.

Seeing his Torchbearer struggle to hold his construct shield against the unrelenting power of the Guardians' enemies- his enemies- Ganthet finally understands.

All this time, what he's been fighting for is relevance. He is the last Guardian- the last Maltusian, since the Controllers and Zamarons renounced that heritage. And the Green Lantern Corps was supposed to be the best of Maltus's legacy, the shining light that could make up for all their sins. That was why Ganthet had been trying so desperately to bring the Corps back to what it had been before the Emerald Twilight.

How foolish that was. Ganthet had seen firsthand how the flaws of the old ways had led to the Green Lanterns' downfall. He had seen the mistakes that had left him the last of his kind, yet he'd stubbornly insisted on repeating them until he'd jeopardized the Corps he loved. The Corps that had already been in good hands before he'd begun meddling.

Time to hand it back, Ganthet thinks.

Kyle seems to sense Ganthet's intentions, because he turns around, opening his mouth as if to say "wait." But it's already done. One moment he's looking at the old man's sad smile, and the next he's lying in a grassy field on Mogo, who'd arrived during the battle. Around him are the other surviving Green Lanterns, as well as the Central Battery. But Ganthet is nowhere to be seen.

In the sky above, Oa is a rapidly shrinking marble surrounded by the specks of the enemy armada. Mogo is racing away from it as fast as he can. Then, it all vanishes in a supernova that outshines and consumes the star of Sto-Oa.

Thus ends the Guardians of the Universe.

Despite the loss of Oa, the Green Lanterns are relatively unscathed. Most of the Corps were still out in space, and their Central Battery remained intact. Ganthet's sacrifice eliminated the main force of their combined enemies.

But without the Guardians of the Universe, there's no governing body to tell Kyle and his Green Lanterns what to do next. Their vast knowledge may still be accessible through the rings, but their power and political authority are gone. And this presents a challenge for the new Corps- without the Guardians to dictate what is right and wrong, why should the rest of the universe listen to them?

To be continued...

[coldgoldlazarus]

Dunno how to feel about NuMarathon

I love the environment design and how gleefully garish the artificial areas look. But I'm not a fan of the character designs; feels a little too... idk, Cyberpunk/Guardians Of The Galaxy to me? I can see how it would be a distant evolution from the aesthetic of the trilogy, but it still just feels too like, modern-futuristic, when the universe felt rooted in very retro zeerust futurism. I guess that applies to the environment design too, though, so idk.

The short was very neat! But thematically it feels completely divorced from the original trilogy; I can again see the throughline of focusing on this one specific thing from the originals, that was just the lore explanation for save terminals, and getting into the implications there, so that's neat... but this could just as easily be an original IP and not have to suffer from comparisons to the original. But damn was that one shot of the Compiler gorgeous...

The gameplay didn't interest me at all, but that's fine, it's not for me and I'll prolly just follow any story developments (if there are any in a multiplayer game like this) secondhand. But using Durandal's most defining quote, "Escape will make me god" about his goal to escape entropy and causality itself, the thematic backbone of the entire trilogy... in the context of a looter shooter's extraction mechanic? Fuck all the way off with that.

Also why did they make the Durandal voiceover british. I don't know what I imagined him sounding like but it definitely wasn't this.

It's just like, I really don't wanna hate this just because it's different, and I am seeing some ideas here I like. But it also just feels like it was an original IP that they're slapping the Marathon name onto, or at the very least it's developed into something so disconnected from the original that it probably should be made into its own IP at this point.

[emofrogboy79]

Lighter Lorenz (ZZZ) HCs

Just some queer inclusive headcanons of our leather-clad baddie 🫣 Both silly and serious hcs!

Spoilers for his Agent Trust Events!

1. Light-sensitivity

In his Agent Trust Event, he tells you that while his eyes have healed from the injury, it still flares up sometimes. Hence, the sunglasses. I personally headcanon —in addition to it being an emotional "barrier" between him and others— that they're his disability aid :]

2. Blue Flames

He's the strongest there is, rivaling Caesar herself. Instead of the typical red flames, his flames appear as bright blue before they lower in temperature. See: Azula From Avatar The Last Airbender

3. Runs Cold

I know a lot of Lighter fics have him running hot, but (pushing up glasses nerdily) Entropy Or Whatever (I have no idea how it works but fuck it we ball), so when he uses his flame abilities his body gets noticeably colder to the touch for a while. He doesn't notice it until someone touches his bare skin and they're like wow, dude, are you okay. You're Super Cold. And he's like ??? I'm fine? It's a side effect of his extra hot flames.

That way you can have nice cool cuddles during summer and warm cuddle winters 🫣

4. Emotional Power

IMO, a lot of his flame-conjuring is based off emotion. He used to be just a physical fighter like Jane, but after he spent time in The Underground Fight Scene, his flames ignited—earning him the moniker of Lighter. He was mad at himself for his short-comings as a leader—and in a way—the flames manifested as physical representations of his guilt. It burned him alive.

5. Touch Sensitive

Not per-say, touch starved (he gets enough bear hugs from Caesar) but touching his bare skin is Significant to him. He has Alot of scars, to the point it would be deeply concerning to see someone of his age (Mid-late twenties) with that many. Especially so with the (hc'd) scar on his eye (the one that he covers).

He doesn't mind answering questions about his scars, but dislikes it if you poke fun at him for them. Many of them came from the underground arena, as illegal weaponry was used.

Touching his bare hands are a Big One for him. He usually has them in gloves or bandages, since they're supremely fucked up. He also thinks that his hands have been used to hurt so many people, that anything soft like holding his hand or kissing his bruised knuckles would make his heart ache.

5. Smoker

Yeah with a name like Lighter it would be crazy if he wasn't. Though, it's infrequent. He is guaranteed to smoke on bad nights when he can't sleep, or on particular anniversaries.

6. Light-weight

In his agent trust events, he says himself that he's a light weight with alcohol 😳 Your Proxy can out drink him!

7. Tigers are his favorite animal

Like why else would he have that gaudy animal print on his hip pouch and jacket 😭

8. Light country accent

He didn't grow up in the Outer Ring like Caesar, so his accent isn't as strong, but he's lived there for a significant amount of time. It's rubbed off on him a little.

9. Fond of nicknames

Prefers calling people he doesn't know well by nicknames. Lucy was called "Princess" for the longest time, before her and Lighter became like family.

10. Lighter isn't his government mame

Because who in their right mind would name their child LIGHTER 😭 Lorenz is his real last name though. His ex-mercenary team knew him by his government name, and after the Arena, "Lighter", just stuck. The only people who know this is Lucy and Piper. Because they bothered to ask. He's not opposed to sharing his government name per-say, he's just grown into "Lighter" much more.

[cedarxwing]

After Alana freed Hannibal in Digestivo, he dresses in the clothes of the first bodyguard he kills, then kills six more bodyguards (he even plays dead, as in Silence of the Lambs). He pauses at the front doorway of Muskrat Farm, looks at the snowy field, and thinks about how he could be free if he ran now. No one would ever be able to catch him if Will died. And then he turns back into the building to rescue Will.

Not having been anesthetized, Will is immobilized but still conscious while Hannibal kills Cordell and removes his face. Then Hannibal carries a barely-conscious, but still conscious, Will off the property. Imagine what Will is thinking. Probably something like "Ugh. Fuck all this."

I love the idea of Hannibal carrying Will for miles, but I think it's more likely he steals a car or maybe Chiyoh drives them. At the house, Hannibal stitches his forehead and the incision on his jawline. He changes into Will's clothes. Is Will still conscious for this? The paralysis probably wears off in 0.5-3 hours, so it's possible he washes and changes himself. Does he pass out from stress/exhaustion or just take a nap? Maybe he chooses to lie in bed to mentally compose his break-up speech.

Hannibal sits at Will's bedside and writes time-travel equations in a notebook. Here's the quote from Hannibal: "Lecter sits in his armchair with a big pad of butcher paper doing calculations. The pages are filled with the symbols both of astrophysics and particle physics. There are repeated efforts with the symbols of string theory. The few mathematicians who could follow him might say his equations begin brilliantly and then decline, doomed by wishful thinking. Dr. Lecter wants time to reverse — no longer should increasing entropy mark the direction of time. He wants increasing order to point the way."

He sits, watches Will, and thinks, "How do I get us to be a family again?"

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pt XII good omens sEAsOn 2 (the non-traumatic part) episode 1

Alright yes I know, I know, it's been two days since the livestream. I was reading fanfiction. Don't blame me, love made me crazy, and all that. I'm enjoying myself as much as I can before we get to the season 2 finale. But here we go, season 2, episode one, maggots:

[on reading this back after finishing, a lot of text is my being in love with Crowley. mainly, points 3, 4, 9, 14, 17, 18, yes I have issues, feel free to skip that for an absolutely concise and precise summary]

Before the livestream starts, everyone decides that there will be no spoilers whatsoever on the chat, even hidden with the black, because I have a tendency to keep clicking and revealing them. I'm sorry, temptation and all. I have emotional support fruit, an apple, two kiwis, two sapotes and two bananas.

When the livestream starts, it has to be restarted, because I am an incompetent nincompoop and have somehow managed to muck up my settings. And it is absolutely imperative that I watch the opening scene.

So then I do. And immediately have to consume my emotional support apple because I am so fucking in love with Crowley. Already? someone asks. Yes bloody already, I need that apple.

Thanks, guys. I'm broken. Crowley. Just. She looks so peaceful and untraumatised, so delighted with the plans, so full of wonder at what she's creating. Let there be light, she says, and rather than seeing Crowley turn off a streetlight with a flick of his fingers, we get to see her create nebulas. Aziraphale looks at her and he's just instantly so spellbound, and who would bloody blame him? His wings just do a slight dip of realisation that he's fucked when Crowley says the gorgeous line. Look at Crowley. Worried about the apocalypse. Smiling at Aziraphale, and we can see Azi's concern because something as pure as that has to be protected and Aziraphale knows what Heaven will do to Crowley if she dares to ask questions. Crowley is angelic and filled with light and Aziraphale sees that and tries to keep her safe with his words.

Hey spoiler alert, it doesn't work, Crowley's wings are greying even as she protects Azi and Crowley falls and I hate everything and I am filled with unbridled rage.

UNDERSTAND? RAGE.

I am speculating how much pain and torture Crowley went through when she fell into Hell that first time. I am told to not ask questions I don't want answers to.

Maggie sells records, Aziraphale is a cutiepie, and Maggie is very gay for Nina.

Crowley is lounging on a park bench, suit and skinny tie, just being all sexy and demonic and probably contemplating nihilism.

Crowley spreads awareness about duck health. No bread, guys. Frozen peas. He also angsts a lot to Shax (whom I keep mixing up with Michael) about the meaning of life. Someone points out that this is very Barbie of him. "do you ever think about death". Ah, Crowley.

More lesbians gaying. I would kill for Nina's hair.

JIMBRIEL IN THE HOUSE. I WON'T SAY ANYMORE ABOUT HIS ENTRANCE BECAUSE THIS IS NOW A TOPIC OF CONTROVERSY. BUT JIMBRIEL IN THE HOUSE.

Aziraphale, ah I love him, absolutely fucking panics and has the loading symbol over his angelic little head at all times. FINALLY, THIS SHOW IS A COMEDY.

Crowley is leaning on his Bentley and mmmmhm his arms and his lounging and his personality I am back to crunching on my temptation emotional support apple.

Sorry back to the summary. Jim finds Aziraphale funny and says he loves him. Someone points out that this was the fandom upon encountering my dumbass self. "You're funny Asmi we love you."

Aziraphale is a little bitchy babygirl, really just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing. Just absolutely slaying through every Jimbriel scene. 100000/10.

Six shots of fucking espresso in a big cup. Crowley, I love you. Can I love Crowley any more than this? Yes I can. My love for Crowley is like the universe, infinite and yet ever-expanding, explosive with entropy.

Crowley holds the door open for Aziraphale and holds his plate and honestly what absolute husband (gn) behaviour.

CROWLEY MEETS JIMBRIEL WHO IS FUCKING DUSTING AND LEAPS BACKWARD AND JUST RELIVES TRAUMA WHILE JIM IS CHILLING AND AZIRAPHALE IS STILL GAY PANICKING. I LOVE THIS SHOW.

MARRIAGE QUARRELS ABOUT ADOPTING JIM, JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE FELL-CROWLEY HOUSEHOLD.

Coffeeshop AU lesbians time.

Heaven is horrible.

MURIEL IS BABY I LOVE THEM HELLO CUTIEPATOOTIE.

There is an ethereal paper file.

Beezlebub beezles their way into Crowley's car and is very concerned in Hell about finding Jimbriel.

Nina's partner is a toxic ass don't worry about it.

Sulky Crowley says he's back and apology dance time mmmhm.

Miracle hide Jimbriel time, but they've got to be subtle. They do the miracle. Jim is glad to have friends.

They are very proud of themselves for their subtle miracle.

THEY ARE SO FUCKING USELESS. FUCKING USELESS LITTLE GAYASS DISASTERS JESUS LORD IN HEAVEN. LITERALLY IN HEAVEN ALARM BELLS ARE EVERYWHERE.

GREAT JOB, GAYS. GREAT JOB.

End of episode one. Take this screenshot.

[omegalomania]

i actually have to wax lyrical about fourth of july for a minute because it might legitimately be one of my favorite fall out boy songs ever written primarily because it's not a song i think could have been written prior to the hiatus. it feels a bit like a logical extension to "miss missing you" in how it's a song that discusses what it is to live without someone more than anything else.

say you loved someone. could be a friend, a family member, a significant other, whatever. say you loved them. say that relationship split apart for some reason or another. say it's been years since you thought about them and you realize you can't picture them so easily anymore. the little details that once shown so clearly in the walkways of your memory have begun to fade, and in a strange solemn kind of way you feel like you have to mourn that, the entropy hemorrhaging away your recollections of them. you have a weakness for nostalgia. you obsess over old scars. you obsess even more over the way that they dont ache the way they used to unless you pry them open of your own accord.

here is a song that presents an old, fractured relationship. here is a song that says that maybe it was for the best that it fell apart. it is not spiteful or angry or resentful of the other party. it's almost apologetic. it acknowledges that you're so far out of each other's lives at this point that it doesn't really matter, whether or not you miss them, or whether or not they miss you. sometimes things simply don't carry out to completion. and that's okay. the torture of small talk with someone you used to love.

it's the refrain that sticks with me, more than anything. it's a lyric i carry so close to my heart to this day:

may the bridges i have burned light my way back home.

this part of your life ended. the bridge was burned, it collapsed beneath its own weight, it is nothing but cinder and fucking ash underfoot. this person in your past is not who they once were to you, and they never will be again. you used to love them. you don't anymore. maybe sometimes you miss them, but they'll never get to know that now. you burned that bridge and you found hope in it - you found such hope and earnest joy and relief in that part of your life being sent for the burning. you watched that relationship fall apart and you were better for it, you turned its embers into a beacon, you saw your way out of it and maybe sometimes it still hurts, maybe sometimes you still feel lonely, sometimes you miss this specific persons company, but thats okay.

its a song about grief, more than anything. you mourn the people you used to be. and you live without them anyway. you live without the version of you who loved this person. you live without the person you once loved. past tense. and it burns a little venom out of your veins when you think of them, but you feel better and you breathe a little easier afterwards.

it's a song that has all the affectations of a love song but is anything but. it's a farewell song. it's a song that acknowledges that maybe once you loved someone, but you don't anymore. and that while maybe you were better off for having loved them, you are better still for having walked away in the end. for all its upbeat nature, the son lux sampling that picks up the whole tempo and transforms the chorus into a soaring, almost triumphant anthem, "fourth of july" is about what it means to walk away from a relationship and realize that you are better for having done so.

like i said. it's not a song they could have written pre-hiatus. it's utterly devoid of the spite and agitation that permeated so many of their early songs. it's about acceptance and the way some things end, and that's okay. they were meant to. and you're better for it. and if anyone turns this post into about a ship i will be coming to your house and peeling off all your skin like a fucking orange.

[honourablejester]

Pathfinder Deity Spotlight: Otolmens & The Primordial Inevitables

The primordial inevitable of machinery, math, and physics, Otolmens the Universal is tasked with keeping the galaxies, stars, planets, and other heavenly bodies moving in their proper orbits. From her observatory in the city-plane of Axis, Otolmens and her myriad axiomite assistants track the motions of these objects on the Material Plane. When an anomaly is discovered, Otolmens dispatches inevitables to correct the problem. A mechanical being with multiple heads and limbs, Otolmens is said to spin like an orrery when in a flurry of activity. Her mathematical precision is revered by engineers and scientists, who form the core of her worship. Most pray to her hoping to receive divine inspiration or to stave off inaccurate calculations, but she may call upon her more powerful worshippers to fight threats to the very planet they inhabit.

--- Lost Omens: Gods & Magic (2020)

It is very odd, when I’m really not fond of the alignment system, that I’m extremely fond of a … not quite a race, but a type of being and deity from the far extreme of one of its poles. But I think part of that is that the law vs chaos axis of the alignment system feels so much less loaded than the good vs evil axis, especially when we’re talking about baking the concept into the physical reality of the universe. Law vs chaos feels a lot more abstract and less fraught, especially at this far extreme where it's less ‘freedom vs tyranny’ and more ‘physics vs weirdness’.

Except. Honestly? It’s weirdness on both ends. The proteans as the raw forces of chaos, with their ever-shifting bonkers existence, vs the aeons and the inevitables as the ultimate forces of order, at the point where it’s so abstract that living orrery-shaped machine-gods of raw physics are a thing.

The primordial inevitables, those first titanic machine-beings of order created by the Godmind of Axis to protect the nascent bubble of law and creation from the raw foam of chaos that surrounded it in the form of the Maelstrom, are so fucking weird, and so fucking cool. Otolmens is only one of them, you also have a manifestation of entropy as the inevitable orderly end of all things (Kerkamoth), a mechanical giant with an exposed heart and a shroud of spell scrolls who functions as the physical laws of magic (Valmallos), and several fallen inevitables such as the god of thermodynamics (Argreth the Burning Monolith).

But. Of all of them, I do enjoy Otolmens. She is the machine-goddess of raw physics. Her sole concern is the physical running of the universe. Is gravity still running? Is it arranging the stars and galaxies and planets relative to each other as it should be? Is anyone mucking with it on purpose?

Because if they are. If someone’s mucking around with magic or some other bullshit that will start messing with her equations. Then Otolmens will do something about it. What was that quote from Leo Graf in the Vorkosigan Saga? “Whether you function as welders or inspectors, the laws of physics are implacable lie-detectors. You may fool men. You will never fool the metal.” I feel like that quote is something of the essence of Otolmens. If you are playing silly buggers with the fabric of the universe, this orrery-goddess will send lesser machine-gods to fuck you right up.

Which. Has anyone here ever watched a show called ‘Sapphire and Steel’? On the subject of inscrutable powers at the centre of the universe sending equally inscrutable ‘agents’ to deal with anomalies, regardless of the potential costs to anyone who happens to be caught in said anomalies. (Well, no, that’s not quite fair, they will try to get people out if its feasible, but if push comes to shove, if fixing the hole in the universe involves a sacrifice, well. Sucks to be you).

If you wanted an organisation. A secret organisation aimed to protect your world from threats of an existential nature. Literal world-shattering threats. An organisation of engineers and scientists and astronomers as well as other agents. Then Otolmens may well be your deity. “Most pray to her hoping to receive divine inspiration or to stave off inaccurate calculations, but she may call upon her more powerful worshippers to fight threats to the very planet they inhabit.” Do you want to be part of a secretive organisation of scholars who are determined that a second Earthfall will never happen?

The inevitables are so … inevitable. They truly do feel primordial, fundamental forces made manifest. The proteans too, actually. The conflict between them in a lot of ways feels more foundational than the conflict between good and evil. We are not concerned with morality over here. We are concerned with the continued function of the universe in its current state vs the dissolution of reality in order to return existence to its true free-form state. Whether you’re good or evil is not even secondary, it’s actively irrelevant. The question here is whether or not you will continue to exist, and in what state.

Also? We’re just so weird out here on the far extremes of law vs chaos. We’re so abstract. You have the potential for things like the orrery-goddess of raw physics getting into conflict with the raw essence of language as a fluid, changeable thing (Ydajisk, the protean lord of language) because they’re mucking up her reports. We’re so strange out here. It’s fantastic. The universe is a fragile collection of physical laws floating in a vast sea of foaming chaos, and perhaps you’d like to choose sides. Heh.

The proteans and the inevitables are so cool. I love them. And the primordial inevitables are such a cool manifestation of the abstract, fundamental, existential end of law as a concept. And, also, just really cool physical beings. Otolmens is such an image. This orrery-goddess at the centre of her observatory in the Golden City of Law, sending agents out to hold the universe together. She’s so cool.

(She also made it over to Starfinder, which only makes sense, as spatial anomalies are a much more pressing issue in a science fantasy space setting. But it’s always good to see my girl getting her due).

[ask-2k-cccc]

Nah, I'm just fuckin' with ya

Whattup, motherfuckers

Ya ever seen anyone lose their mind on-mic?

Well come on in grab a seat grab a cuppa

And watch the chook bat his third strike

Come one, come all to the extravaganza

The cacophonous callousness the

Coop of stanza there's so much here to see

So have a gander

And meet your poultric pullet commander

The coward in question? By now

You know him so well

But then, who am I to go and cluck and tell?

Instead, I'll instil this tetherous will

To trot and toil inside my personal hell

Sisyphus his rock the timepiece it's tock

And Winston trudges through

Minitrue's minutiae

And like an archaic cuckoo clock

I'll chirp, and chant, and cock

In complete disregard for my future

So enjoy the show

Especially those in the splash zone

Place your bets let's see how

Fierce the auction gets

Can you tell me what on

Earth I'm supposed to do

When you tell me one and

One cannot equal two?

If Mr Sun can't shine, nor can Mr Moon

And yet each day that passes has

This tension boil and stew

So forgive the effrontery

But I must beg you to humble me

And throw this Pavlov dog another bone

It's a fair hike, you see

That peak we call prosperity

And this bard is in dire need of a loan

Naught I'm but a man and sad although I am

I'm really trying my hardest to move forward

So when we come back here again

And the start becomes an end

Consider this lamentation a foreword

Singing songs you like to hear

'til the dissonance reappears

There's probably subtext

Are you picking it up?

It's a metaphor for ha

Who gives a fuck

(i'm in a cage)

Subvert the expected to avert stagnation

But if you rely on that diversion

Subversion is expectation

And the whole damn point

Of this experimentation

Was to avoid that homogenization

So please

Tell me what the hell I'm supposed to be

When the total sum of me really equals three

Amalgamate, hate

Berate 'til we all roam free?

When in reality we know we'll be

Condemned to rinse and repeat

There's a me stuck underground

A me left on the shelf

A me that gets paraded the me

That's shown to everyone else and sure

I lament the lack of a hen to

Share with in sick or in health

But how am I supposed to love

Another when I barely know myself?

I'm the enlightened I am the free

We're the despited we are the freak

A soliloquy this be

Before the scene you came to see

The peak before the lethargy

Escalate, escalate don't fall

Don't hesitate

Don't let the other half take control

And when push comes to shove

In this dual, dead, dueling love

We'll see if you can truly be whole

And who will pay the toll?

The Heart, the Mind or the Soul?

Oh, baby, you you know what I need

I think it's obvious a captive audience

Who will refuse to properly see

The man behind the lines

The triplicated rhymes

No, baby, you you're not what I need

I don't need a helping hand

That's hidden in the sand

No, baby, you can't help me be free

It's painful to admit

But even I can see through my bullshit

One time they tried to sing to me

About blues and greens the in betweens

But mechanical hands decided where the

Heart would be just apathy

I had been trying for years

And for years that streamed

To thrive, and relish entropy

But when he finally shot at me

Lines once solid were blurred

And right as he (I) missed, my eyes in a mist

I finally realized I shot at myself

The reflection of the else

The disconnection the side of the

Coin at once withheld

You know we've

Been here before, and will be once more

When we trip on the line that we toe

When we slip off the vine that's regrown

And when we fall into the darkness below

That's when we'll know

That we are stuck in between, in indemnity

The indomitable weather

Of opposites with no regard for time

No reason behind their rhyme

Slow, patternly, is the melody

That he's stringing together

But they have time enough to

Spend some time alone

All alone

All alone

All alone

⧼That's it I'm cutting Atlas' connection to the blog until he's stable enough-⧽

{I- wait Har- Alan you're not-}

⧼I'll still be here, don't worry, it's just that these... Long text? seems to be triggering you in a way? I want you to calm down first-⧽

{Hmm... Okay.}

Cosmo has been disconnected from the blog (temporary).

[dustdragoon-blog]

(Mr. Tenure, M.T.): Is there any warhammer lore you would like to hear about?

In exchange i would like you to tell me about cyberpunk lore.

(M.T.): My first request is Trauma Team.

(Professor, Prof.): Oh! I don't even know where to begin with Warhammer. lol I'll absolutely take a look though!

(M.T.): Might I suggest a couple of starting points?

(Prof.): Absolutely!

(M.T.): I think i might be able to narrow it down.

(M.T.): I am going to ask a series of questions, you answer with your gut.

(M.T.): Chaos, space marines, or xenos?

(Prof.): Give me chaos.

(M.T.): Gods, chaos spacemarines, or warp?

(Prof.): Gods.

(M.T.): Korne, Nugle, Slaanesh, or tzeeche?

(Prof.): Slaanesh sounds familiar!

(M.T.): How about just with gods and then I will focus on slaanesh first.

(Prof.): I'm sold.

(M.T.): The big 4 warp gods/entities are, as listed above, Slaanesh, Nugle, Tzeeche, and korne.

(M.T.): That doesn't mean there aren't minor warp gods, these are just the biggest in play of the "eternal" game.

(M.T.): The eternal game is an eternal struggle between the top/current top gods.

(M.T.): If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask.

This professor would like to teach fluidly.

(Prof.): I will let you know. lol

(M.T.): Starting with a brief, pun intended, on Slaanesh to be followed up upon later.

Slenesh, 100% sure i spelt wrong, is the warp entity of excess.

(M.T.): Slanesh has several moniker but the best to know for now is "the prince of delights, goddess of pleasures.

(M.T.): Nurgle, is the god of Entropy. Grandpa Nurgle.

(M.T.): Korne is the god of blood. He doesn't care were or how but as long as the blood flows.

(M.T.): Tzeeche warp god of Magick, and change. The twister of fate.

(M.T.): So on to the main discussion of Slanesh?

(M.T.): Also I would ask you to tell me when you are tapping out for the night.

(Prof.): I'm just waiting to offer Trauma Team. lol

(Prof.): Continue!

(M.T.): Oh, that may be a while.

Mine is much shorter, shall I?

(M.T.): Make sure to annotate where I left off, I will struggle to remember.

Of course, of course.

(M.T.): When your ready.

(Prof.): Game wise, Trauma Team has a subscription plan where your character can be extracted from a critical situation. It requires a Biomonitor that summons Trauma when your character gets critically injured.

In Cyberpunk 2020, Trauma Team International is a subscription-based armed ambulance service that will rescue clients from anywhere. They're often a fire team dropped in via AV and they'll engage anyone that tries to stop them from extracting their client. Considered a "neutral" corp, they have one of the highest public approval ratings of the mega corps besides Biotechnica.In Cyberpunk Red, Trauma Team North America is the diminished version of International, wrecked by the 4th Corporate War and rebuilding. They still provide the same services from Trauma Team Tower in Watson.

Trauma Team is in a rivalry with REO Meatwagon, a "budget" ambulance service that preys on the poor. Tends to rack up medical bills and then harvest organs when their customers can't pay. They try to "beat" Trauma Team to the scene to provide help to people in panic. They do not have the same firepower as Trauma Team.Major lore points include Edgerunners; David’s mother works for REO Meatwagon and Maine demolishes a Trauma Team when he goes cyberpsycho. 2077 has a prequel comic about a Trauma Team and in 2077 itself they feature in the tutorial mission where you rescue Sandra Dorset from scavvers by clearing them out and unblocking her Biomonitor so it can contact Trauma.

(M.T.): Ok.....was that off your head or a copy paste?

(Prof.): I was writing when you were. lol

(Prof.): I am extremely efficient.

(M.T.): Fuck, it read like a copy paste from a wiki

(Prof.): But yeah, all off the top otherwise. lol I love me some Cyberpunk.

(M.T.): I see, a critical difference in information, collation.

(Prof.): They also have cameos throughout Night City when you're exploring and they briefly appear when the heist at Konpeki Plaza goes south.

(M.T.): I wanted your from the heart off the cuff lore dump, and I got a wiki. Lmao

(M.T.): It just means our teaching methods will be different.

(M.T.): I teach a fluid course on my current hyper fixation like a professor who's had tenured for years, your teaching method will be college professor seeking tenure.

(M.T.): I feel your a black coffee, whiskey straight, kinda guy.

(Prof.): And you wouldn't be wrong!

(Prof.): If we were both the same, it would hardly be engaging.

(M.T.): But that was very informative, thank you for the lesson. As I lean back in my overstuffed desk chair, wearing grease stained sweats.

(Prof.): And my best is pressed with a tie bought yesterday.

(M.T.): Ready to return to my lesson, or would you prefer some more enlightening banter?

(Prof.): Slaanesh, was it? I got the god bod background.

(M.T.): My best is a three piece suit.

Use to have a tailored one.

But oh I got fat.

(Prof.): Isn't that always the case?

(M.T.): Slaanesh, the goddess and prince of exxcess.

(Prof.): Ah yes! It sounds this god has... both parts?

(M.T.): Yes.

Consider me eager. Go on.

(M.T.): I will most likely refer to them as them, but any identity is conceivable.

(Prof.): Gender is fluid. I don't concern myself with constructs!

(M.T.): Agreed.

(M.T.): Slaanesh was created millions of years ago, when the Eldari, space elves, reached such exces of existence Slaanesh was birthed as punishment, and their old gods eaten and dispersed among the other big 4.

Slaanesh eats the souls of the Eldari, there are many splinter factions.But any excess grants the power.

(M.T.): The warp is a pure energy mirror of our universe, and all universe. So any thought strong enough to show up in the warp gives energy to the warp.

So for Slaanesh it's any excess. Gluttony, sex, drugs, depravity.They revel in and seek to devoure all Eldari souls.

(Prof.): Sounds just like desserts.

(M.T.): To be blessed by Slaanesh, would grant anything from a second tounge to taste food so much better, to it feels like eternal ejaculations every time you fart.

(M.T.): I will have to call the lesson for the night. I am a little high and having difficulty remembering alot about slaanesh.

(M.T.): Not my Chaos god, so not well versed.

(Prof.): That's a-ok! Did I answer enough about Trauma Team?

(M.T.): For now.

(M.T.): I am interested in more cool lore stuff, so let's start with all the cool lore you have on Adam smasher.

(M.T.): But not now, tomorrow.

(M.T.): Good night Professor.

(Prof.): Done deal! Good night, Mr Tenure!

(M.T.): Would you mind if I posted this last conversation on Tumblr, i want to ask and see if we can get some fun art of Professor and Mr. Tenure.

(Prof.): I'm all for it!

(M.T.): Cool

(A conversation between myself and a life long friend. Hoping for art of the two. If I could draw what I see in my head I would)

[curetapwater]

Another thing about Kyubey. He is SUCH an effective antagonist. Like holy shit. Like, cute animals getting hurt and/or killed is one of my biggest triggers, like I Can't watch most media involving that. ESPECIALLY cats, which Kyubey most resembles. But they made Kyubey so fucking despicable that whenever he gets hurt I laugh and cheer. Like it's to the point where I forget he's supposed to look cute, like I'm surprised when he fools people who haven't seen the show. Because to me he's just a little piece of shit!!!!!!!!

It's a different kind if evil, with him, is the thing. Like, he doesn't take pleasure in what he's doing, he just so completely has objectified these girls that he does not process that their suffering is wrong. He's all utility. Which, on its own, isn't necessarily a bad thing. There exist real people who lack emotions or empathy and they don't do the shit that he does. It's not just a lack of emotion with him. The Incubators it seems are to some extent capable of emotion, but they've pathologized it on an individual level. They experience collective surprise at their initial discovery of the human race, Kyubey seems awfully eager to taunt Homura with the knowledge that her actions have only made Madoka more powerful, and he seems genuinely disturbed when things don't go his way at the end of Rebellion. Heck, the fact that the Incubators go through all this trouble to stave off entropy means they do, to some extent, care about SOMETHING. He HAS emotions, but he rejects all that don't support his stupid fucking energy quota.

Kyubey in-universe is a person, or at least a hivemind collective that is ultimately a person in some capacity. But it's what he represents, that holds the true horror of PMMM. He represents not a person, but an oppressive system. I do greatly enjoy the read that he represents capitalism, how he commodifies and exploits girls until they are harvested and discarded when no longer useful. I also think he's an exploration of the dangers of collectivism when taken to extremes, with his talk of how targeting a specific demographic is okay if it ensures the survival of the wider species. And on a grander scale, he ultimately doesn't give a shit about the well-being of humanity if it means the rest of the universe can carry on. But to me, he specifically represents the historical exploitation of young girls. As my friend @a-dream-journalist put it, it's no coincidence that he's male-coded. And it's no coincidence that he targets young girls specifically. Kyubey isn't scary because hivemind alien with limited capacity for emotion. To me, that's the fantastical window dressing to contextualuze what he represents in-universe. He's scary because he's the patriarchy, dressed up in a cute, friendly exterior to lure girls into his crushing system of oppression and abuse.

[rametarin]

I hate it here.

Communicating when I don't feel well is absolutely pointless when I live with a fucking delusional narcissistic piece of shit. No matter what my symptoms or how I'm feeling unwell, it's always whatever stupid bullshit she has on her mind at the time.

"Oh you feel sick [in this way]? You must just be hot. Lets do something about the heat. Because clearly your problem is you're just hot. You don't have a problem, you're just hot. It's easily solved by spending no money and doing nothing, you just have to deal with the heat."

The air conditioner is on, it's only 70F in the house, and there's a fan blowing in my room, you fucking psychopath. I tell you I'm feeling unwell with breathing problems, you proceed to ignore my actual symptoms and then turn the AC off the dry setting.

And it has always been like this. It doesn't fucking matter what the illness or the problem is, it has to be whatever she wants it to be or it doesn't exist. She's quite sincerely one of those fucking assholes that saw Oprah Winfrey's "Power of Positive Thinking" and The Secret type bullshit and decided she could bend the universe backwards to make it whatever she wanted it to be, if only she gave into her delusions and tried to force reality to be whatever she wants. Just, trying to browbeat the universe.

I absolutely hate women like this, because only a sheltered being can think this way. To be a man that thinks this way, you have to have a certain degree of wealth and people working under you that feel the heat and friction and destruction before it gets to you, to insulate yourself from consequences. If you're a woman with men around you, you have people between you and the consequences of your actions that are socially obligated to do the shit you aren't on the hook to do. And that translates to someone in more of a moderator position that can try and stubbornly close their eyes and "BLAHBLAHBLAH UNIVERSE IT'S A CERTAIN WAY I CAN'T HEAR YOU" and think they're somehow beating back causality and entropy, while the men around them are burning alive.

We could stop spending money on frivolous shit and she could help me. She chooses instead to buy troves of bullshit that will rot in a week and refuses to buy or invest in anything else. But if I have any spending cash on me, suddenly my money goes into HER expenses. And there's fuckall I can do about it but go live by myself in a fucking gutter. I can't afford to leave, but I can't make any money staying. It is MARGINALLY safer than living in a ditch in any season but I can't make any progress while here.

And she refuses to stop buying enormous piles of shit for the simple reason she's too proud and indignant that SHE would have to help ME. From her perspective, she's supposed to have access to all my income and then if she spends it, I'm unable to escape. I can't make income in my condition until I'm well. She refuses to help me get well, for the simple fact that if I have to do it, then I'm on the hook for thousands of dollars of medical debt that I need a hole to live in to save money to pay off. Which she intends to pioritize herself first in my spending, so I'd be stuck paying TWO FORTUNES on minimum wage.

Despite my vocabulary and despite having nigh infinite space to write, I can't quite verbalize just how much I despise this cunt. I'll be happy after she dies of natural causes and she's no longer a pain in my ass. She has deliberately destroyed my life, my entire life, just for vanity and pride. Just, over and over again, chronic and sustained. Unfailingly. Choosing to be a fucking monster when she could just fucking stop at any point. But having absolute control and a noose around my neck and the fucking abyss if I try and just fucking leave is how she's decided to control my life. Threatening me with homelessness and implying she'll trump up stories about fake ass domestic abuse just to sic the state on me if I try and up and leave.

This worthless bitch uses denial as a weapon to manipulate everybody, including herself.

[wildwinterlunas]

from lovingoverwatchguys - On that Omnics Win AU thing. I see you put that Gabriel and Ana die, while Jack lives. What if Soldier 76's whole thing is a still grief-stricken Jack using vigilante methods to push for cloning Ana and Gabriel, even though it's unlikely to actually work. It makes 76's mission just as much a product of Jack's stubbornness, inability to let go, and his deep love. That hurts 😭Maybe throw him a bone in this and have Gabriel come back somehow and make r76 endgame lol

Ok, this might have made me change my decision on killing Reyes off, because I thought of something to explore that could be both interesting and incredibly fun.

So I had to check the math on this but Moira would have been 22 when the Crisis started. So though she would have never experimented on Reyes by this point, she would have probably written a thesis on entropy and preventing the rate at which things decay. Which is something I believe the Omnics would be interested in, not only because of further preserving food and crops, but also to possibly help with the cloning process. Basically I think Moira's research, even in it's early stages, would be useful in this world.

However something I want to stress is that the Omnics actually run tests to make sure what they're doing is stable... problem is when they decide to start testing this on humans they decide it would be safer to use the already deceased, and because of SEP Reyes's body already decayed slower so they thought he would be perfect...

A problem arose when they accidentally revived him...

So yeah now in this universe Reyes is still alive, the whole "Reaper" thing just happened a lot earlier. Though he doesn't actually become "Reaper", and after a few years he isn't in constant pain because the Omnics focus on, you know, stopping that. Though I do think there would be a short time where he didn't remember a lot since dying kind of fucks up your brain a bit, but he gets better.

So there, Reyes is alive now and Jack can have a happy ending for a change :)

[thewomancallednova]

We'll Always Have Paris

I dunno I just didn't care about this one

Probably doesn't help that my opinion of Picard just hit a low point, so I'm not exactly caring about how his weird personal life.

Data uses a contraction! Yay! And expresses emotions! Double yay!

It makes sense with how efficient data storage is in TNG, but I find it really funny that the holodeck has like. the climate data on a random Earth city from decades ago, down to the hour of the day.

Also really interesting that Data perceives time differently to organic people, that's obviously very helpful for this plot, but also a cool character trait. I wish we would have explored that a bit more in a future episode.

But also Data going "I'm a machine so I'm despensible" is so sad :( Like girl your sense of self-worth :(

Also what's up with Picard cutting Data off at like the last word in his metaphor? Like, dude he would have been done by the time you stopped saying "that's enough Data"? :(

I like that Troi is clearly very aware that Picard sucks at like getting therapy

the set-up of "obscure brilliant scientist does time related thing, screwing with the Enteprise" immediately reminded me of the TOS novel The Entropy Effect (alas, that's where the similarities end)

okay fine ill talk about what the episode is about

yeah, i just think kirk does the whole "my ex gf shows up" plotline better. Like I honestly have trouble believing Picard would ever engage in any romantic situation at all. Actually, scratch that, I have trouble believing Picard would ever engage in any voluntary social situation at all. I mean for fucks sake he calls his sparring partner Lieutenant. Picard just always feels so distant and aloof and arrogant all at once, there's no way he can pull off like, any relations.

Also literally one episode ago dead Tasha says Picard "has the soul of a poet". I'll freely admit that I'm not a poet and not versed in that at all, but I feel like anyone who can't get out seven sentences of talking about his feelings in the privacy of his own holodeck without cutting himself off and calling it "self-indulgence" probably isn't a very poetic person.

Also, this is probably more of a reflection of the time, but what's up with all that "if I die take care of my wife, who is also your ex gf who you haven't seen in over twenty years" stuff? Like, sexism. Okay. But still hella weird, right? Imagine if Tasha's holorecording from last ep ended with "oh and btw Geordi pls fuck data for me every once in a while k thx bye"

i miss kirk so much tbh

which is a weird thing to say since I'm also actively watching TOS and reading its tie in novels and they keeping making more of them thank god

but i just miss him :(

oh god i completely forgot to mention the whole crusher being into picard thing

probably because i really started disliking it

thank god that never goes anywhere

ok post over that's all i can muster for this one