#micro rambles

[microcosmiclymbic]

Having a dissociative disorder is like playing the world's longest game of telephone

[thebluesky-that-loves]

No !!!! It would have to be the right person, right time in my life and definitely in the right head space plus physical health

i’m doing research reblog this and tell me if you want kids or not

[frownyalfred]

the batkids play the “what’s the most annoying injury you’ve ever had?” game but it’s lighthearted (“I broke both thumbs on a bad landing and couldn’t play video games for a month” “one time I got a cut on my leg that reopened every time I stood up” etc) until Bruce walks in. someone asks him the most annoying injury he’s ever had and he doesn’t even stop to think about it.

“Fracturing my spine.”

“Oh jeez,” Dick said, making a face. “Yeah, that’ll do it. That’s definitely…well, annoying isn’t the word I’d use.”

Bruce, expressionless: “Mostly because I couldn’t walk or complete other daily activities without assistance for an extended period of time.”

Dick, glancing at Jason. “Uh….huh.”

“What about that time Ivy hit you with that leaf and you couldn’t eat legumes for a year?” Jason asked, redirecting the suddenly maudlin group. “Wasn’t that more annoying?”

“Hmm.”

Tim leaned back, looking curious. “Just legumes?”

“Legumes,” Jason repeated, waving a hand. “It got ugly.”

“I’m not a huge fan of peanuts,” Bruce said, thoughtful.

“Yeah, no shit, I wonder why.”

[foldingfittedsheets]

Using my goodwill with the Russian lady to familiarize her with queer problems.

Her: I don’t think Chik-fil-a is that good. You know?

Me: Yeah, I’ve never actually had it because they donate a lot of money to anti-gay legislation and oppressing people like me.

Her: :0

Later she was saying why she doesn’t understand how the homeless problem is so bad and why don’t they just get jobs.

Me: I mean, it’s almost impossible to get a job without an address. And did you know 75% of homeless people under 18 are queer? Their parents kick them out and what can they do? They don’t have their education, ID, their documentation, what can they do?

Her: Wait but… surely there’s something?

Me: Two of my classmates got kicked out of their homes. They were lucky to find friends who would take them in but many aren’t so lucky.

Her: :0

[chronicowboy]

he's just 🤚✊ always so fucking happy to see his best friend 😭😭

[microcosmiclymbic]

Technically, I've been dead. But nbd, obviously I made it back

@namelessennes @creative-insolvency @schrodingersinteraction

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

[just-seff-stuff]

I like the idea of the "slow, lumbering giant" stereotype being mostly just because giants choose not to move fast (picturing the classic 4-meter giant for this one, like old fairy tales)

Always walking, never running- this is more to conserve stamina than anything else, since it takes more energy to maintain a giant body and the more they can cut down on food costs the better.

The ones that live among humans, they usually choose to do almost everything slowly, not just walking, because sudden movements would scare the humans, right?

Which makes it FAR more unexpected and terrifying when one starts fucking sprinting at you- nobody expects something that big to move THAT fast, it's just uncanny. (Seriously, something big moving fast amplifies how terrifying they are by like 100, you instinctively expect speed to be their one weakpoint)

[sophsicle]

it's late one night, James and Regulus lying in bed. Regulus is tucked into James's side, face hiding in the crook of his neck. The lights are out, they should be asleep. They almost are, hovering right in front of it, eyes heavy and voices sluggish.

"I want a body that has only ever been touched on purpose," Regulus finds himself whispering, always braver in the dark. James hums understandingly. "Or maybe," he tries again, voice barely there. "Maybe I just don't want a body at all."

[ms-march]

Kendrick when he has Samuel L Jackson dressed as Uncle Sam call his medium “too ghetto” to be performed at the Super Bowl DURING said event’s performance criticizing America as a black man >>>>

[p1zzaparty]

I dont have anything profound or interesting to say rn, i just wanted to let everyone know how much i love Eddie Kaspbrack in the 2017-2019 remakes

I think I've been spoonfed media where characters who grow up like him, with an overbearing mommy and hypochondriac tendencies, are like

super wishy washy and bat their sad little eyes as they nervously twiddle their weak thumbs and have a nervous break down over someone sneezing and idk being so wooby and shy

But Eddie is just an utterly raw asshole

I say it jokingly but him being an actual jerk is so fun to me. He's rude and blunt and snatches shit out of his friends hands and always has some sort of comment to mutter under his breath. AND he's still a coward!!! (In the social sense his whole identity about discovering his own strengths and bravery is legitimately so interesting and i love it.) He's such an annoying little jerk who says something SO rude just to run off when it evidently gets him in trouble. He's unapologetically a cunt and it just tickles me

Does anyone know that tweet where its like

"You cant hit me!! Its my birthday!! Im the birthday boy you cant hit me on my birthday!!"

That's him

[microcosmiclymbic]

I got into the closed beta and it so so so SO good!

This is Badruu and he makes plant puns and gives you a chummy little "ehhh?" When it does it and ahhhhhh I ADORE him and everyone and ahhhhhhh

But honestly look at how the plant system works? Like DANG what a great hint as to how great the rest of the mechanics are gonna be

Just LOOK at this goof!!!!!

[lixel-5]

new prompt: draw your stanleys as various images of dan ahdoot

the phone ending except it’s a bottle of sriracha sauce

you can get a personalized video of stanley parable himself at a starting price of $150

he still scares me

[fumifooms]

Jinx’s eyes and lost innocence

This sequence.

A bomb like she made in her youth. Except that unlike then, this one works, this one explodes… With paint and glitter and powder, instead of intending to kill or hurt.

The man who shielded himself from it sure that it would be his end, surprised, checking himself for wounds with disbelief, covered in paint, as if it was just some harmless prank. Relief. But the second surprise comes with the sound of the gun behind him. We see their eyes shift, both of them, her steeling and readying her shot without urgency and him understanding with urgency that yes, he is going to die, at her hand, and the bomb was just a fluke, a cruel prank, a distraction at best.

And this. These are the seconds that interest me, what ties it all together. The way we linger. The way she lingers. To, during a fight scene, slow down the pace to watch her face as she pulls the trigger and feels the recoil of her gun, watch her take in how she just took another life, watch her mouth part and her eyelids flutter when she notices the kid.

There are not enough emotions on her face for someone who just killed, but also there are more than there should be for a cold-blooded killer showing as much practice ease as she is. Does she always have this moment when killing someone? Did seeing her paint bomb go off, shooting someone covered in her paint and glitter of it, make her feel anything? Did she see the change in her that empowered her that she both loathes and clings onto in that split moment, too? Why did she even remake that first bomb? Why make it work and make it work to shoot off harmless fun showy things? Why indulge in this remnant of her past, why with that innocent intent intact stills if it didn’t get warped with the use of distracting an enemy to better sneak attack? Why taint that memory? Is the reaction only when she sees the kid?

Why does the camera linger, why does she linger? We’re not sure, and I’m sure she herself doesn’t know, but what we know is that she’s changed, and yeah, we’re low.

The kid, watching the fresh corpse fall, with curiosity more than anything.

Jinx with the gun gesture, reflecting their earlier conversation, referencing it. A shared secret, shared smirks, a relationship forming. Complicity. Jinx is knowingly or not taking her under her wing, shaping her by example like mentorship. A little girl that she resembled once getting desensitized to violence at her hand, encouraged to see killing positively. Empowering.

Episode 2 explores her past and upbringing in many ways, talking about Silco, her many mistakes, seeking out Sevika the last remnant of a person of her life with him and sticking with her, doing something for her despite knowing she should be betraying her any minute now. But fast forward to episode 3, the next time she has to confront it and herself.

Jinx praises Vi for finally using the right name for her, Jinx, and Vi talks about how she’ll kill her so she stops sullying the memory of Powder, blahblahblah. They exchange some punches and rows of bullets, we see Jinx’s eyes take in and calculate and shift here too, react and then react. Vi using the same mirror Caitlyn shot into intending to kill Jinx to shield herself from Jinx’s shot.

But this is it. When Vi uses her huge metal hextech fists to rip her invention, her gun, apart. Jinx is not the only one sullying memories, Vi is here, as an enforcer for Piltover, using Vander’s choice of weapon, and she uses it to hurt her, destroy her things, her inventions whose worth was such a source of insecurity and identity growing up.

This is when Jinx sees so very closely, at the other end of it, her sister’s rage and murderous intent as she rips metal apart.

We see her expression shift again and again during these few shots and the ones before and after. Her face as she watches Vi’s through the wires of her gun. As Vi roars. She grows less confident, less sure, more nervous, dare I say more fearful.

The music kicking up. Jinx’s face right then cutting to Jayce’s with a very similar expression, staring at something he doesn’t understand. "What have we done" he says.

Vi has always always been stronger than Jinx, inventions were how she made herself strong, and Vi can destroy them, Vi can rip metal apart.

And oh. Oh. This is truly really for real now. A fight to the death. No punches pulled.

She crawls away from Vi and it’s only the hextech malfunction that saves her.

Sevika smiles at Caitlyn biting her hand, with newfound respect as she draws blood. At her will, her bloodthirst, how far she’ll lower herself to hurt and fight. This is a scene about corruption arcs.

Jinx stands before Vi whose symbol of corruption just failed her, chained her to the ground vulnerable, and Jinx pulls the trigger just like Caitlyn, just like Vi was ready to do. No punches pulled.

Except they are. Jinx has steeled herself but Vi is softening. Vi is strong but she is vulnerable too and she can be made weak with Jinx’s guns and bombs.

And despite this when Jinx falls from her own weapon misfiring at a shot meant to kill her Vi is reaching out to catch, not hurt. Hold, not claw. Deflect, not counter.

Push, not punch.

Jinx’s eye shines pink like shimmer and this is when Vi shifts on the offensive, just before Jinx fires the shot that barelly misses her as she throws Jinx roughly at a wall.

And now they’ve fully switched places. The longer Vi has to fight Jinx the more she’s conflicted, the more Jinx loses herself to the fight the more she rages.

The chorus swells. "Just when you’ve done it all / you will turn it all / to ashes and blood" No words left to say, nothing left to mend.

She’s ready to die when she lunges at Vi with only her fists, she expects to die, hopes so. Knows from experience their respective results in that punching arcade game full well, even if she were to try with all her might, having tried all her might. She’s felt cursed by fate for a long time and she accepts it, just wants to go out with the most fireworks, to have been seen, to have mattered one way or another.

Vi punches the altar next to Jinx even as she’s got her pinned down defenseless and she readies her fist. And she has all the time to do it, she could have done it, except she couldn’t. And it costs them the chance to killl her.

The scene as a whole has a split focus on Jayce, Jinx and Vi centrally, and the song lyrics match that quite well. The full ones lyrics are worth looking at but to keep it quick: "How does it feel to reach the line that no one ever got to cross? Does it make you a god now?" A rethoric question of course, the song spells it out like it’s a damning wake-up call. The scene is all about regret. Our choices have led us here, it says. Jayce is dreading and afraid of what he’s done, Jinx is empty and as self-loathing as ever, Vi wants to stop blaming herself and is still conflicted on what side she should be on. "Catch the fire burning out your soul / Just make it die or you will turn it all / To ashes and blood" Jinx, accepting this is where she dies. She’s said in episode two she wants to kill the last of her family, but we all know it’s a lie, she’s never wanted to destroy and break things, never wanted to cause ashes and blood. She wants to fix things. She wants things to fix. She just wanted glitter bombs and arcade games. She wants there to be something left she can fix, but it’s all just dust now.

Jinx has never been in that place before, she took the time to draw all those Powders and Vis on pillars while waiting for her to show up so they can kill each other. She’s lingering on the past again, bringing it into the now to use it as a stage for battle.

Jayce is reckoning with the consequences of what he’s created and done, that he might cause a lot of ashes and blood. Vi being corrupted too, by Piltover, by rage, by Jinx, by Powder. Vi is being turned to ashes and blood, this is what jinx has made of her, what she’s made of herself. Vi is being corrupted too, by Piltover, by rage, by Jinx, by Powder. Vi has changed, too. Their whole society, their whole lives, their world figuratively and literally, it’s all crumbling.

"Every sin will be forgiven / If you lay down your weapons to the ground" But that’s not really how this works, is it. Jayce or Jinx can’t fix what they’ve done. Vi can’t say this, can’t fix her. No, they’ve dug their graves and the ground is where they’ll all be. Powder is dead.

Just when you think you’ve lost everything. Everything can get ruined and marred a little more, always. The past is not only in the past, it’s here and it’s haunting. Jinx will keep sullying the memory of Powder for Vi and Vi will keep tainting Jinx’s memories of her sister and their childhood.

[jesncin]

"intelligence" itself as a concept is riddled in ableism since it's measured by the ability to communicate ideas to another person based on an able-bodied standard of communication. You can see how this interlinks with scientific racism (to communicate based on white people's understanding) and the concept of savagery, all used to justify colonialism.

So when your supposed anti-colonial show centers "intelligence" as the basis for why life is worth preserving, can you understand why that is a fundamentally flawed premise? Things to keep in mind.

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

I always see this pretty common g/t horror trope (and sci fi trope in general) about something Big and Scary coming to a colony of Littles (usually humans) and subsequently using them as a farm source for food despite having to eat like 50 people for a single meal or whatever

But what about the reverse?

Depending on the size, a giant could easily feed an entire city of tinies, never mind the fact that if they only take chunks at a time then their meat source could continually regenerate. 5-10 giants could sustain a full country whereas hundreds of tinies would only fill up on giant for a couple days. Remember those gnarly movies where a character would get swarmed by insects and be cleaned down to the bone in a matter of minutes?

"well the giant could easily kill the tinies--" sure, initially, yeah. But you get locked in a room with 500 hungry rats, your chances aren't great even if you reduce it down to 300 before you give out because of their constant attacks.

Can you imagine the horror of realizing you're about to become a living food source, continually and painfully harvested by little chunks at a time to ensure your meat stays fresh and you can heal parts of it back? Being kept alive by the bare minimum, helpless and restrained in some foreign place, kept in the most inhumane conditions because you're nothing more than a supersized livestock? Given injections and specialized feed that are only meant to make you tastier, regardless of how they actually affect your health?

Unsure of the day you'll finally be slaughtered by something smaller than your fist, losing parts of yourself down to the bone, having less and less hope that you'll be rescued while hearing the consumption of your friends just a few bays away. And that's only if you're being used in an intelligent society that can keep you locked up for manufactured processing. There's very much a chance you could simply be held down and devoured bite by bite by a colony of tiny things in either 20 minutes or 20 hours.

At least in that case, you could hope that after a few days of open wounds, your meat would spoil enough that they'd stop eating whatever is left of you and grant you the mercy of escape. If you don't succumb to the infections.

Oh and that's just being eaten like nibbling on a chicken wing. Do I even need to mention being eaten from the inside out?

[just-seff-stuff]

Thinking about emotional size shifters again, but... what about size shifters whose default size isn't human?

Tiny who's doing their best to fit in with human society and the emotion that grows them is anxiety. Easy enough, they think, they have plenty of that, and it won't exactly stand out with human society. But they find someone who's just so trustworthy, so calm, so casual about everything that it's just contagious, and sitting next to that friend, their size just starts fading away to reveal they're a borrower the second they close their eyes...

Giant who shrinks with satisfaction. It takes some practice, but they learn to accept what they have. To go with the flow... to live within their means. Never taking life too fast. But, they've got this new friend... they're growing closer to the human, wanting to see more of them... Constantly noticing a slight growth spurt oncoming, having to take breaks from their company, going into the bathroom for some privacy and taking deep breaths...

But their desire for them just gets too overwhelming, as their friend says something, does that little tic of theirs, or is simply focused on a hobby, and they realize they just can't accept this. They can't just be friends. They'll never be satisfied with this, they need MORE.

Their friend being bowled over by their hands as they grow to fill the office break room, their hot breath washing over their friend, the friend not knowing what to say out of fear, the giant, just being too unused to this discontent to have any clue what to say.