#modern day humanity ain't been to Space

[seat-safety-switch]

In another, lesser, life, I worked closely with some esteemed physicists. Yes, you guessed it: at the Space Institute. Founded by Colonel Eastman Space back in 1867, his goal was to get humanity on the moon so they could figure out just what the moon's deal was. He didn't live to see what it is today. In fact, I think he would be sickened, seeing all those degenerate astronaut types thoughtlessly ripping savage doughnuts on the surface of our planet's most precious satellite.

I don't know for sure, though. He died long before I myself reached the Institute. Long before I was even in high school, really. He popped off shortly after founding, from what his Wikipedia article thinks is either opium, mercury, or opium-laced mercury poisoning. Really puts a damper on the end of the "personal life" section, I'll tell you that much. What he did leave behind was a group of the finest nerds that had ever been assembled, and in the modern day they've passed that torch to even finer nerds, like when you buy Corn Flakes and the bottom of the bag is just a thick layer of weird powder that doesn't taste good.

Back then, I was really good at science. And by "science" I mean research. And by "research" I mean that I was the only theoretical physicist on the floor who wouldn't fall asleep trying to source replacement thrust washers for our Moonometer machine, which I was told was very important to studying the moon. I was told further that the Grainger catalogue is extremely boring to most mortals, and even though it wouldn't get me first-author on any of their papers, the fine work of the Institute could not be accomplished without my ceaseless toil, so I should not even consider doing anything else than playing Dr. Gofer for their every whim.

Far be it for me to stand in the way of progress, I figured, unless that progress involved creating any machine that speaks in a human voice. I laboured, bargained, sourced, and fixed all the other physicists' garbage, while they went to all the cool lunchtime meetings at O'Drunkohan's without me. Nobody got to hear my wild theories about why early American-Americans believed the moon was made of cheese. In the end, it turns out that I had been effectively demoted, quite unfairly, to a mere lab tech.

Joke's on them, though. I kept all the keys to the parts locker, and the number to their Grainger account. I'm sure someone has wondered occasionally why they still keep getting lab supplies even though I drove my Ramcharger through the office of Dr. Ostero as part of my resignation letter (the exclamation point part, to be exact.) Investigating exactly why, and determining just how many hundreds of thousands of dollars of scanning electron microscopes have been redirected into my garage, would require a practical physicist. Ain't nobody wants to touch that shit.

[atlafan]

Happiness Begins - a polin modern day au

Penelope didn’t choose to have a crush on her best friend’s older brother. She didn’t choose for that crush to turn into pure, unadulterated love. If she had any choices, she would have chosen for Colin to love her back. To notice her. That’s not fair. He does notice her, just not in the way she’d like him to.

Chapter 1 - Strangers [READ CHAPTER 1 ON AO3]

Time stands still and it's only us   What we feel started way before we ever touched   Just imagine only us   Yeah, you found me right before I'd given up

Chapter 2 - Sucker [READ CHAPTER 2 ON AO3]

Don't complicate it (Yeah) 'Cause I know you and you know everything about me

Chapter 3 - Don’t Throw It Away [READ CHAPTER 3 ON AO3]

Take pictures out of all the frames Pack up your love with all your things See if it helps, give it a week I bet no one else gets you like me

'Cause I know you think you're better off without me now Sayin' all you need is space But baby, we can work this out

Chapter 4 - Used To Be [READ CHAPTER 4 ON AO3]

Spending all your time with your new friends And you take 'em all the places now that we been Say you wanna talk, how-have-you-beens I'm the only one you know that'll listen

Chapter 5 - Hesitate [READ CHAPTER 5 ON AO3]

I will take your pain And put it on my heart I won't hesitate Just tell me where to start

I thank the oceans for giving me you You saved me once and now I'll save you too I won't hesitate for you

Chapter 6 - I Believe [READ CHAPTER 6 ON AO3]

Well, call me crazy And people saying that we move too fast But I've been waiting, and for a reason Ain't no turning back 'Cause you show me something I can't live without I believe

Chapter 7 - Love Her [READ CHAPTER 7 ON AO3]

Drive me crazy, make me mental No other buttons she can push One second she's Miss Sentimental Then she's afraid she's said too much Opposites attract and we're the livin' proof of this But I keep on comin' back like a magnet 'Cause when you love her No matter the fight you know she's always right And that's alright And they say love can hurt But seein' her smile can get you every time

Chapter 8 - Only Human [READ CHAPTER 8 ON AO3]

You got all my love to spend, oh Let's find a place where happiness begins

[orangetintedglasses]

( Anyway in honor of the dawn of spooky month approaching, have some info about Vampire!Vash and the rules of how vampires work in my brain. Unrelated to the Astarianon stuff but it's something I've had kicking around in the back of my mind for a while. I'm not claiming any of these as particularly original takes in the slightest, either; this is just how vampires worked in the lore I'm recycling because we worked on it too long to let it go to waste. )

General:

Everyone has a gene that essentially acts as a switch if they're turned into a vampire-- literally all humans have this line of code in the genetics. It's what gives them their powers, and no one really knows what they'll end up with until it happens (unless like, your family has a history with it and obviously has a lot of the same power, you're likely to inherit it)

You have to be dying to be turned. No exceptions.

There are a lot of classifications of vampires, here are the ones I remember off the top of my head-- - Trackers (able to drink from someone and sense them up to a certain distance) - Tanks (beef. stronk. big appetite) - Dawnwalkers (don't burn in sunlight but get little other boons, seen as lesser by other vampires) - 'Red' (a genetic mutation thought to be completely culled due to an insatiable appetite, insane strength and aggressive tendencies. it was not culled.)

Certain lines of genetics were culled because of how dangerous they were-- think things like control over elements and anything that could do serious damage over time. This doesn't mean they're gone, but modern day vampires know better than to speak up if they get an ability like this

'Makers' have an innate control over anyone they sire, obviously. It's a tactic to ensure the newbie vampires don't all just go rabid and kill people to feed their new hunger-- this hasn't stopped makers from abandoning sired, though, so it ain't perfect

All vampires have the ability to glamour their prey. It helps make it hurt less (peaceful) or helps make them malleable (bad). Dawnwalkers are suspectible to another vampire's glamour

There's a council, you have to register new vampires and their powers, etc, I don't wanna go into vampire politics

Modern day has a lot of vampire-friendly spaces. Bars, clubs, a lot of restaurants and other faculties will stay open a lot later to accommodate, there are even specific vampire dentists and doctors that don't see humans at all... people even donate their blood to banks specifically for feeding vampires. Some bars even have feeding zones with willing human participants-- though the rules are strict in these places.

Vash specifically:

Vash, Nai and Tesla specifically are part of a line of progenitor vampires. Their genetic 'switch' can be found in a vast amount of the population thanks to some breeding quirks and passing stuff down

They're also more powerful than any vampire that came after them with some exceptions. They have a modicum of control over all vampires, as well, exerting the same sort of 'maker's command' that a sire has over their sired, though powerful-enough vampires can resist it with some effort

Tesla was staked after about 500 years, living in 'harmony' with the humans for only about 200 before it happened. Vash and Nai went into hiding after. Vash eventually decides to try and live among the humans again

His eyes are a very unnatural bright blue, so he wears special glasses to dull the color (obviously)

Vash's skin has a tan look to it compared to Nai's porcelain skin due to how many times he's been discovered and shoved out into the sunlight to try and burn him alive. Also many scars, because healing factor - proper blood amount to burn through it = improper healing and gnarly-ass scars

Obviously the boy prefers to feed off of animals, if at all. In more modern times, he'll drink from purchased blood bags if he needs to. He hates feeding off of live folks now

I like to think the Dawnwalker genetic trait comes specifically from Vash

[dailyjimmybuffett]

Fruitcakes

"You know, I was talkin' to my friend Desdemona the other day, she runs this Space Station bake shop down near Boomtown. She told me that human beings are flawed individuals, that the cosmic 'bakers' took us out of the oven a little too early, and that's the reason we're as crazy as we are. And I believe it! Take for example when you go to the movies these days, y'know, they try to sell you this jumbo drink, 8 extra ounces of watered-down cherry Coke for an extra 25 cents. I don't want it. I don't want that much organization in my life. I don't want other people thinking for me! I want my Junior Mints! Where did Junior Mints go in the movies? I don't want a 12 pound Nestle's Crunch for 25 dollars! I want Junior Mints! We need more fruitcakes in this world! Less bakers! We need people that care! I'm mad as hell! And I don't wanna take it anymore!"

Fruitcakes in the kitchen, fruitcakes on the street Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in the middle of the week Half-baked cookies in the oven, half-baked people on the bus There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Paradise, lost and found, paradise, take a look around I was out in California where I hear they have it all They got riots, fires and mudslides, they've got sushi in the mall Water bars, brontosaurs, Chinese modern lust Shake and bake, life with the quake, the secret's in the crust

Fruitcakes in the kitchen, fruitcakes on the street Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in the middle of the week Half-baked cookies in the oven, half-baked people on the bus There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

"Speakin' of fruitcakes, how 'bout the government? Your tax dollars at work!"

"We lost our Martian rocket ship", the high-paid spokesman said Looks like that silly rocket ship has lost its cone-shaped head We spent 90 jillion dollars trying to get a look at Mars I hear universal laughter ringing out among the stars

Fruitcakes in the galaxy, fruitcakes on the earth Struttin' naked towards eternity, we've been that way since birth Half-baked cookies in the oven, half-baked people on the bus There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

"Religion, religion Oooh, there's a thin line between Saturday night and Sunday morning Here we go now, alright, altar boys"

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa

Where's the church, who took the steeple? Religion's in the hands of some crazy-ass people Television preachers with bad hair and dimples The God's honest truth is it's not that simple It's the Buddhist in you, it's the pagan in me It's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic, ain't she? It's that born-again look, it's the WASP and the Jew Tell me what's goin' on, I ain't got a clue

"Now here comes the big ones, relationships! We all got 'em, we all want 'em What do we do with 'em? Here we go, I'll tell ya"

She said "You got to do your fair share, now cough up half the rent I treat my body like a temple, you treat yours like a tent" But the right word at the right time: "Hey, give me a little hug!" That's the difference between lightnin' and a harmless lightnin' bug

Fruitcakes in the kitchen, fruitcakes on the street Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in the middle of the week Half-baked cookies in the oven, half-baked people on the bus There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

"The future Captain's log. Star date two thousand and something".

We're seven years from the millennium, that's a science fiction fact Stanley Kubrick and his buddy HAL now don't look that abstract So I'll put on my Bob Marley tape and practice what I preach Get Jah lost in the reggae, mon, as I walk along the beach Stay in touch with my insanity, really is the only way It's a jungle out there kiddies, have a very fruitful day

Hey, fruitcakes in the kitchen, fruitcakes on the street Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in the middle of the week Half-baked cookies in the oven, half-baked people on the bus There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

"That's right, you too Yeah, those crumbs are spread all around this universe I've seen fruitcakes, I saw this guy in Santa Monica Roller-skatin' naked through the crosswalk Down in New Orleans, in the French Market There are fruitcakes like you cannot believe New York, forget it, fruitcake city Down Island, we've got fruitcakes Spread them crumbs around That's right, we want 'em around Keep bakin', baby, keep bakin'"

[pazodetrasalba]

Fall

Dear Caroline:

I had to check up those colors you were describing to get a clear picture of your apparel. After seeing them, the image that comes to mind is of candy corn, which I believe is pretty popular in the US during the Autumn season. Its apparent contentiousness also seems to match well with your current public persona.

Another thing I've had to look into as a result of your blog is Taylor Swift's tunes. Would you believe that I had never heard a song of hers? I used to listen more to music when I was younger, but mostly Classical material (and even when dealing with 'modern' stuff, generally following relatively canonical choices: The Beatles, Bob Dylan, David Bowie, Patti Smith). I wonder if your fascination for her is some sort of projection, in which you view her as an image of what you'd like to be yourself: self-made and wildly successful, universally desired, outspoken and uninhibited.

The short-circuit of past selves is something I have always reflected a lot upon (if I could travel back in time, what would I say to my past self? What would he think of me?). The river that flows is always the same river, and yet the water is always different. I suppose that your past you would be pretty harsh on present you if she appeared right now, and take you to task for the places you've taken her to. Then again, the past is not only a strange country, but an ephemeral one, that only exists in your memories and in some trinkets that are mostly devoid of meaning.

I warm up to the 'aesthetic appreciation' of former you, as the search for Truth and Beauty are the prime movers and purposes of my own life. I generally feel I should give a greater space to ethics, beyond just trying to be nice to people, as the self-cultivation implicit in a lot of my Humanities background can feel rather narcissistic and self-serving at times.

A couple of days ago I was reading your plea hearing transcript, and found especially poignant the answer you gave to the judge when she asked you if you had taken any drugs, medicine or pills or drunk any alcoholic beverages: "I had one beer at about 8:00 p.m. last night. That's it". It immediately brought to my mind the fancier drink you had mentioned in this post, and the concomitant change in your current circumstances, the humble beer an inverted mirror to the flashy and sweet mulled cider and bourbon.

I had intended to include in today's quote a seventh century Manyoshu poem by Princess Nukata extolling the virtues of Fall, but thinking about your own fall and the feelings you arouse in me, I found some of Taylor Swift's lyrics a bit more apt:

Quote:

This ain't for the best My reputation's never been worse, so You must like me for me

We can't make any promises Now can we, babe? But you can make me a drink

Taylor Swift, Delicate

[lionprotected]

messing with ryan was one thing & it would most likely end in cuffs or bloodshed, so either way would be ryan's favor because there was no way he'd be bested by the likes of danilo. he was too old & too fed up with alphas like the tiger to be losing to him - at anything, ever. ryan preferred man over beast most of the time & maybe the reason for that was because he'd seen what beasts could do, or maybe he just liked the civilized, modern way or the world more, but .. he simply did. he used his senses to his advantage - not the other way around, he was not a slave to them. to anybody at that.

& he wouldn't play their silly little games. if this brute so much as touched his son, he would be searching his limbs in town for the rest of his life, which was very much not a threat. it was a promise. one that came from the bottom of his heart. he would hunt him down to the end of the world & beyond & make his life miserable until the day he begged him to end it. he would. ryan, compared to the likes of danilo, was not a beast. he was not lead by instincts, he was led by his mind, which was why he'd win. always. "other than my fist? not a lot." cryptic on the alpha's end, but ryan took it into context & decided he disliked it.

that was honestly ryan's greatest fear, it had been since angel presented omega. he knew the hardships he went through, he knew the cage of an omega in modern society & it was not a very spacious one. it probably beat the willowshire era, but he assumed that wasn't very difficult & sure even nowadays it seemed they were considered equal, but that was a farce. it wasn't true. ryan saw the world for what it was. he could - if prompted, argue for hours with the tiger, but ... he didn't exactly feel like it. he'd said enough.

they'd be driving for four days if the route he planned worked out as hoped & if elias didn't check in to let them know something about their target location had changed. maybe they could get some rest during the day, drive through the night - ryan would prefer avoiding the daylight just so they had the element of surprise on their side when they got there, but he assumed mr. alpha would have something against his plan. he hadn't asked, but ... it was just an assumption. he didn't know why the fuck he was still thinking about the other when they hadn't exchanged words or looks (he could swear he felt someone's eyes on him though) in quite some time.

his voice .. was unexpected, or rather ... the announcement. he didn't take mr. badass biker for one to need a break so soon. cutting down on speed, he turned the bike around on the empty road & parked his own by the other's, swinging his leg off it to join him, that claw in the railing ... not a good sign, was it? "you what? it's been like five hours an' you need beauty sleep already?" was he fucking with him? was that revenge for the dimwit comment earlier? he seemed... distracted, like he smelled something ryan didn't.

"whatever you're thinkin', no fuckin' way. i ain't gonna let you hurt anybody." some saw humans as the enemy, some as a waste of space & maybe they were, but that didn't matter. they weren't part of this, they weren't prey. or collateral. they were sentient beings who were stuck in this world, just like them.

The realm of violence was his to command. Others used it as a tool, venturing in when it suited them to get something done. For Danilo, violence was as secondhand as breathing. The instinct was inherent, always just below the surface, coating his every thought and action. He craved it constantly, incited it and others, and thrived whenever it was time to jut his claws out.

He was a pure predator, one whose lust and bloodlust existed simultaneously. His scent blurred the lines between the two, making it impossible to tell whether he was preparing to feed or fuck. Did it matter? Well, not to Danilo. On either path, he'd ultimately find euphoria. For a hunter, there was no greater pleasure than making his quarry move as he predicted. Ryan's temper and protectiveness of his son were met only with the low growl of an Alpha. Those stark red eyes zeroed in on the omega, yet there wasn't a hint of hostility. Danger and malice sure, but only because for Danilo, the hunt already started. And his partner was terribly easy.

Nothing got past his senses, so no matter how Ryan tried to hide it Danilo could see the subtle signs of how unsettled he was. Danilo was content to watch, observe, and catalog, never losing a measure of the arrogant smugness etched into the curve of his mouth. "One or both, I wonder which I'll end up tasting," he says cryptically, chuckling before their bikes take off. A multi-generational snack whet Danilo's appetite well. A bloody fight with Ryan, a heated roll-about with his sun, maybe a reversal of the two or a double entree from both. He couldn't decide which caused him to salivate more, but the dark impulses of his nature settled over him like a cloud as they rode. And the rush his thoughts provided leaked out into his scent. From behind, he never let his glowing red eyes leave Ryan's frame even once.

Danilo was a beast, and HQ knew this. Ryan had it backward. The beast wasn't paired with the man to be kept in check, the man was paired with the beast because this mission was designated as highly dangerous. There was more known than unknown, and not every traveler from the distant past could be reasoned with. Danilo was here because it was expected they'd need his power, and to be at his best he needed to take care of himself. The first time his eyes strayed from Ryan was as they passed by what appeared to be a small town. It was quaint, off the main highway, and a definite detour from the coordinates they were given, yet Danilo brought his bike to a steady halt without any consideration for Ryan. Shutting the motorcycle off completely was the sign that he wanted to fully put his senses to use.

Danilo dismounted and walked up to the guard rail, his clawed fingers piercing the metal as he breathed in the air with an open mouth. "Go on ahead if you wish. I'm stopping here for the night. I need rest, can't be expected to drive until morning," he says, knowing his partner could pick up his voice no matter how far ahead he got. He wasn't asking for permission, merely informing Ryan of the current status. Danilo's hunt had begun and he wouldn't stop until he was satisfied.

[harrelltut]

卍 I BEE A PSYCHOLOGICALLY SUPERCONSCIOUS BLACK MAN on Earth [ME = U.S. Michael Harrell = TUT = JAH] who IMMORTALLY ASCENDED from Inner Earth’s [HADES] HIDDEN NUBIAN PARADISE Realms of the Egyptian Dead since Mama T [Queen Tiye] SOULFULLY + Ancestrally + Telepathically Understand Rosicrucian Numerology [SATURN] I Meditatively + Artistically Recite Scripturally [MARS] on My HIGHLY Official… U.S. ATLANTEAN [USA] Egyptian Network of HARRELLTV®… I’M Hallelujah & AMEN [HA = HARRELL] HOTEP!!! 卍

[miss-multifandom-mess]

My Spones Master Fic Rec List

A List of Spones Fics I Recommend

Just Once by StellarLibraryLady

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,000

Tags: Bickering, Fluff and Angst, First Kiss, beginning relationship, Friends to Lovers, Pining Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Public Display of Affection

Summary: Just once McCoy would like to get the best of Spock. Just once McCoy would like to be the winner of one of their skirmishes. But what would that take, especially since Spock can generally reduce McCoy down into an irate, sputtering mess with just a few words.

And McCoy would like to do more, much more, than just argue with Spock. But it seems like they cannot progress any further than where they are.

Showdown by StellarLibraryLady

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,000

Tags: Developing Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Sexual Tension, Smug Kirk, Valentine's Day

Summary: McCoy has decided that it's showdown time between him and Spock. He wants to know just why Spock has been acting so strangely toward him.

Raining man by Spockats

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 3,877

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Established Relationship, Comfort

Summary: Bones misses the rain when he's up in space; Spock melds with him so he can feel it again.

Why Do Fools Fall in Love by nerdytardis

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 2,415

Tags: Alternative Universe - Human, Alternative Universe - Modern Setting, First Kiss, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Making Put, Fluffy Ending

Summary: After getting caught in the rain, Leonard is forced to confront his growing feelings for his best friend.

illumine thine eyes by sciencebluefeelings

Chapters: 4/4

Words: 20,951

Tags: Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends, Sex Education, Pon Farr, Mind Meld, Starfleet Academy, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: When Leonard Horatio McCoy turns two, he and his father move to Vulcan, where Leonard befriends another child his age called Spock.

Show Me How to Love You by Akan_Abrun

Chapters: 18/18

Words: 40,246

Tags: Vulcan Bond, Drunk Sex, Established Relationship, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Post Into Darkness

Summary: After a drunken night to celebrate their five year mission, Spock wakes up in Leonard McCoy's bed. Leonard remembers nothing, but Spock eventually reveals to him that an accidental bond was formed because of their shenanigans. Now, Leonard ain't no gay man flyin' into the arms of some hobgoblin- he'd make the Vulcan suffer.

Vulcans are Cool by catty_the_spy

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 886

Tags: Fluff, Kid!fic

Summary: Joanna loses her way, meets Sarek, and gets a snack.

Stars Beneath His Skin by ElloPoppet

Chapters: 3/3

Words: 6,900

Tags: Slow Burn, Tattoos, Pining, Fluff and Angst

Summary: On the white piece of paper was a smattering of small, black dots. McCoy turned the paper, in search of a pattern or alignment of some kind but not finding even a trace. The dots appeared to be drawn at random or rather, McCoy noticed as he squinted, printed. He looked up at where Spock was standing over him and returned a cocked eyebrow of his own.

“If you need help cracking some kind of code, this isn’t exactly my specialty, genius.

Rather than banter back, Spock responded immediately and smoothly. “It is not a code. That is the alignment of stars that would have been visible in the night sky from Earth should one have been standing at the coordinates where my Mother was born at the moment of the occurrence.” Silence blanketed the room, McCoy not having a goddamn clue how to respond to that. Luckily, Spock wasn’t finished.

“I wish to memorialize her with what most races would call a tattoo, and I would like your help with the matter.”

[hoefette]

All the petty things I hate about fate!winx and their shitty universe/world building because

I'd added most if these in tags of other posts but I'm still so mad lmao

The way characters, Aisha and Mrs Dowling specifically make references to explicitly human or American things like instagram and Harry Potter

These people are from a different dimension for ffs why are they concerned with or are even aware of this very earth-specific shit? Do they teach earth classes at school over there?

I understand not wanting to have them be oblivious so Bloom wouldn't have to explain it to them, but it simply could be ✨omitted✨

Why would you go out of your way to date your work like this lmao ew

Ms. Dowling calling Tinkerbell an air fairy.. I cannot breeve with the stupidity why did they keep that in there

Why is Ms. Dowling.. the headmistress.. teaching classes? Where are the other teachers?

We ended up with a trio of antagonists (I guess you could call them that?) by the end of the season anyway so why not give us the trix, why have the characters play double roles as friends of our protagonists and also the villains/bullies? They clearly wanted a delinquent trio, in which case they could've gender bent the trix if they wanted to keep all the unnecessary sexual tension.

It just feels like the production team was lazy, they didn't want to hire more actors, they didn't want to bother with making the world immersive or lived in or believable at best, they just didn't give enough of a fuck

They wanted to make this show and attatch Winx to it for.. what? Like did you even google the main plot points? The abridged version or sparknotes to get details on the very literal, basic characteristics of our main characters or their roles or the world they inhabit????

It lacks wonder and intrigue.. I mean Bloom moves to another dimension, a school for fairies and we don't see her marvel once at anything.. and that's because she might as well have been in Switzerland because she's in exactly the same environment she would've been in over there anyway.

They could've said Alfea was in Europe and I'd believe it because nothing about the setting makes it feel otherworldly. I'm sorry but I'm not impressed.

Why do the teachers and graduated specialists communicate via facetime ?? In the magic dimension. ??? Why do they text each other and those texts then appear on screen like .. oh look, like a bad netflix teen movie ????? HELLO ??? it's the way technology and magic could've blended in so seamless into the world THE WAY IT WAS ALREADY DONE/SHOWN. Missed opportunity. it just takes you out of it imo every time you see the ugly, bland, gray text bar. Some fucking flavour pls I'm begging

How stupid the specialist must feel clonking around with the skinniest shreds of armor, plastic swords on their backs and battery powered flashlights and cellphones in their bags. R we larping?? I know I'd be laughing and asking why we hadn't already come up with something more effective .. idk like guns. I'm surprised I ain't see one gun in there.

In the beginning Ms. Dowling says some nonsense about fairies having lost the ability to transform to explain why there are no wings, which means they could've transformed before. So are we to assume that this supposed to be set in the time proceeding the original then?? Because something is not adding up with where they should be as a magical society technologically if that's the case

How does the production team want to keep the dark academia vibes with torches lining the walls and also want them to be face timing each other, presumably from miles and miles away in the dark forest???

Pls pick an aesthetic and stick to it everything was so unnecessarily dark. Where do they charge their phones since it's the only device we see that is the slightest bit modern and dont fucking tell me they charge it with magic I will punch you in the face

Why is there only one major monarchy that we are shown? Why are Solaria the only ones contributing to the efforts to defend the school and where is this mysterious battalion we never see lmaoo it's all so bad its laughable.

Is this set in the kingdom of Solaria? And why does the queen of an alleged interdimensional superpower monarchy pull up in black SUVs??????????? Why does she pull up with Andreas?? Is he not the king of Erakleon?? Where are his soldiers and his battalion and just?? Huh!? The world just feels empty like nobody lives here fr

Are we supposed to believe that the specialists get paired up with fairies just as a normal occurence and that they have to 'trust each other' and not because the plot demands it suddenly half way through when all we've seen so far are the fairies doing normalish school and homework, and the specialists outside, being physical everyday all day. This was never even implied that they'd have to work together apart from when we see the faculty as youngins with Rosalind. But even then.. it's like well why are they even together lmao? Is this a special team formed from Rosalind’s protégées? Were they formed after graduating from Alfea or what is this?? Are they the ONLY team of specialist/fairies hunting every single burned one?? What?

Are we now supposed to buy that Musa is being switched to 'support' because that's where her strengths lie and not in combat?? Are we supposed to believe that these girls know hand to hand combat?? When was this established? We see Terra wrapping some baby vines around a dude and I'm sorry is that the practical application of her power? Is this what the fairies are supposed to do once they graduate? Or is it just a switch in curriculum because of the threats outside the barrier?? This is never made clear.

Because if not then what's the point of this?? Why do they suddenly have endless classes together when the expectation was never set for the fairies to be like soldiers or out in the field fighting ?

Where exactly are they supposed to be what was the purpose of including Aster Dell and why is it a joy ride away from Alfea lmao?? Where Bloom is from and also not from?? Plot pls make it make sense

Why are fairies from another dimension vaping or smoking weed?? They are not human so why are they engaging in specifically human vices, yol couldn't come up with anything else to characterize 'delinquents'?? Very lazy very como se dices.. no effort. Nothing a little more spicy yol could invent, at least change the name and some properties holy shit did yol even try ??

So its fairies everywhere, having a lil party in the east wing of a phat castle.. and they are playing beer pong and dressed in t shirts and jeans..

Can you hear me screaming? Can you hear me vibrating with rage?

Not one floating decoration or magical anything in sight. Just purple lights and subpar vibes

Stella's costume design: tragic. I won't discuss further because we don't have the space or time but just know that it was absolutely atrocious and I hated it. Giving very debutante vibes

The entire budget going to that lame transformation sequence that was not a transformation sequence and those horrible, barely-there fire wings

Edgelord bloom and all her fucking leather jackets. Why do 30 yo, white cis men think girls exist in a binary? They could keep her earlier characterization and make her a hothead.. Bloom literally screamed herself into a couple power upgrades in the original come ooonnnn

Let girls be feminine without it being a character flaw what is wrong with yol its 2021. They could make her more mature, more angsty or whatever the hell else and not style her like that

The way Aisha's abilities flipflop between episodes and scenes. Very inconsistent. One minute she's struggling with a drop of water and the next she is moving an entire body of water for her bestie Bloom to fake transform because the plot demands it. Why even add in her struggles at all if you're just going to ignore it?

Why was Stella with them in that scene? She didn't do anything literally.. Aisha pulled the water and she did .. nothing.

Who the fuck is Rosalind? Why would they add her in,, to add nothing to story? The company of light was a thing, they could've plucked one of them hoes to be the antagonist. Why did the winx club need their own Delores Umbridge? Valtor was right there if you wanted an evil educator type character.

The camera work was so bland during the down beats, stagnant and fixed during a fairy party and erratic and ugly and disorienting during the fight scenes

I'm not getting over the fairy party because it was a good opportunity for the production and everyone else to show the differences between where Bloom was and where she is now but instead it just looks like a regular teen high school party?? This could have been set in Switzerland fr.

Everyone's just kind of standing?? You mean to tell me these people are from all different places in the magical dimension and their customs are all the same? They all throw parties like this ??

White and flavorless I am very bored

I guess the main question or takeaway I have is just.. who is this for? Because everyone, including the showrunners keep saying that it's for us, the fans of the original. But apart from the characters sharing some names, there are really no other similarities. So again, who was this supposed to appease or placate or satisfy? Because it sure as hell wasn't the winx club fans.

Overall, this feels very much like something I wrote and probably published on ff.net when I was 13 because I thought girls couldn't be taken seriously if they liked pink, and injected angst into everything that didn't need it and had no idea how to structure scenes or dialogue. It's just bad, objectively and N*tflix will keep making shit like this because apparently some people have bad taste??? Idk yol, be easy

[monpalace]

grim moves across from one of my shoulders to my other, looking at the cans of food a few aisles down. "henchman!" he exclaims, paw stretching out a paw as if it were going to get him closer to the selection. "i demand we go and get more cans of tuna!"

clarence chuckles as he picks the monster off of me and into his arms. "you heard the prefect, grim. we'll come back once we pick out all the furniture! aren't you ready for some better couches?"

"ain't no use for 'em if ain't no one use 'em," baron grunts. he wraps his boney arms around himself in order suppress a ghost chill. "even if it's used, it'd only be you two and them first years."

i stop walking to look at one of the beds on the display. the seams looked as though they were purposefully sewn to look like spiderwebs. it was black with purple accents, paired with a black headboard with a white cushion. it would match the aesthetic of the rundown dorm so i decide to go with it, grabbing one of the tags and watching as another got dispensed in it's place.

william sighs. "you forget we can 'em as well, you tool. all we gotta do is focus on it." he floats so he's now front of me, moving back as i move forward. "don't you worry, y/n. i'm sure your choices will make ramshackle real homey."

"i kinda have to," i scoff as i move onto bedside tables. "none of you know how to design a home."

baron opens his mouth to say something but is quickly cut off by clarence giving him a harsh elbow and william sending him a harsh glare. these actions don't stop grim though. "you shouldn't underestimate your master, henchman!"

turning on my heel, i raise an eyebrow at grim. "do you even understand interior design? do you understand how bad of a combination white, green, and purple is? do you understand how much we'll have to spend in orde—"

i'm cut off by clarence clearing his throat. "we get it, y/n. we should just butt out."

i hum in approval and continue on with my search that seemed to take longer than necessary.

shaking her head, the woman bows her head and extends one of her hands while the other lays across her skirt to keep it down. she looks down to i hearing grim and baron bicker with each other over the fire in the former's ears.

she jumps after her eyes lock with mine, averting her gaze to hide behind her large hair. "my apologies, little one." she murmurs.

"you're fine, ma'am. you didn't do anything wrong." i respond while bringing my hands up to my torso to wave them. "we apologize for being so loud."

the monster and thin ghost stand and float unmoving until william grabs their heads and pushes them down. "they just don't know how to control themselves in public spaces anymore."

shaking her head, the woman bows her head and extends one of her hands while the other lays across her skirt to keep it down. she looks down to view the tags in my hand. "those are quite a few items," she murmurs, leaning down to get a view of the items. "are you sure you four will be able to carry them all when they bring them out?"

i sigh and shrug. "these three won't be able to carry anything once we return to the twisted wonderland, so i'll just have to figure something out."

"i mean no harm but i doubt a human of your stature would be able to carry furniture for your own home in an entire day." she snorts.

"dorm." clarence corrects. "an abandoned dorm that's on the verge of collapse." baron whispers something into the larger ghost's ear. he gasps and covers his mouth and mutters a low sorry!

a flash of horror crosses the woman's face before turns into one of disgust. "and you willingly live there?"

our group moves forward as i shake my head. the woman hands her tags to the cashier and motions for me to hand my own to her. "no, the headmaster just shoved us in there. i couldn't though! i don't even know your name!"

"you could! feel free to call me madame despoinai, your own?"

william drags baron back and swings him around with a dreamy sigh, only to get shoved away by the latter. "they're flirting!" he wails as he wraps his arms around the boney ghost's neck.

"flirting?" grim asks from his perch on clarence's shoulder. "they're flirting." said spirit affirms.

"i've seen flirtin', that ain't flirtin'." the ghost grumbles. "that's just bein' friendly."

william rolls his eyes and watches as madame despoinai pays for all the items. "you've been dead to long! you wouldn't know what modern day flirting looked like even if it shot you in the head."

[theangrypokemaniac]

Since I rant enough about the wizening Ma and Pa received in Sinnoh it's only right to wreak bloody rhetorical vengeance elsewhere:

However harsh it may be, I'm glad Takeshi Shudo isn't alive to witness the hateful desecration of his legacy.

...

In a universe where no one's allowed to age, why are the modern Jessie and James so withered and decrepit?

Dragon Ball has been on for more than three decades. Its stars were permitted to grow up, because the head can cope with the opportunities this offers.

Yet Goku, Krillin, Bulma et al bear a greater similarity to their younger selves than these gurning invertebrates do to Team Rocket, wearing a papery approximation of their skin.

Akira Toriyama is actually concerned about his life's work, still coming up with interesting concepts, brand-new characters, and most importantly, values his audience by keeping to the established canon.

If a Dragon Ball fan reads this, I am so jealous of you.

Consider yourselves fortunate not to have seen the thing you loved the most pulverised and the resulting glutinous mass moulded back into makeshift sloppy cadavers.

Look at the state of that man! That's a good picture these days!

Why have the eyelid lines turned into upside down bags?

And why has she collected her lashes for this particular screen shot?

On eyes with a strangely feline slant...

Has she had a face lift?

Get yer money back on that one, love.

And why has he marks under his eyes and round his flapping gob to add the hint of exhaustion?

And why don't her lips reach the edge of her mouth anymore?

And why must he display Beaver Toof, as if he's only got six pegs left?

Giving it to him but not her implies she's lost the lot, needing to gum objects for a result.

And why do her low-slung ears consist only of lobe?

And why can you see his featureless lugs? Why does his barnet stand outwards in tentacles like he's taken to wearing a floppy Starmie?

What's that's meant to be, purple dreadlocks?

And why is her hairline curved and absolutely straight, like a bad wig, apart from the perfunctory bits to the side, which I guarantee won't alter their position throughout the run?

Hair used to move about, now by law there's a set pattern which cannot change. Stamp that life out immediately.

And what's that flaccid growth between his weary peepers? Is that meant to be fringe?

PFFFT!!!

And why are her digits just as thick and oblong as his?

It ain't fingers. It's trotters.

And why's he got a back to his throat, but she hasn't?

And why are we forced to witness it? You can see all the way to his dangler!

The great gaping pink cave looks like the end of Looney Tunes when Porky Pig pops up and stammers: "That's all folks!"

Remember a lack of Beaver Toof? And triangular mouths?

Remember when Meowth was a cheeky, spirited little cat, not a middle-aged human midget, an emaciated wreck bored of it all?

Remember when it wasn't deemed necessary to expose us to internal organs?

And when James was a handsome, hysterically camp dandy, not a creepy, snot-ridden science dweeb?

And when Jessie was a beautiful, stylish young girl, hot-tempered but loyal, not a sullen, cold, reptilian, Botoxed-to-the-gills gorgon?

Remember when Team Rocket were fun? And attractive?

Remember when they had joy in their hearts in spite of their poverty? And vim? And hope?

Remember them acting with flair and imagination?

Remember when their schemes had variety?

Remember when they had more than a single disguise per era?

Remember when they had many occupations? And were good at them?

Remember when they'd have a go at everything and weren't reduced to flipping condemned meat in a grotty burger van FOR THREE YEARS?!

Remember when those in charge didn't despise them, when they got happy endings?

Remember split screens? And face faults? And background tones? And purple streaks down your cheeks?

Remember big, bright open eyes, not shrunken, sagging and empty holes afflicted by glaucoma?

Remember when Jessie had eyelashes?

Remember when Pokémon was an anime?

And when James had a fringe, not a bent swelling like a balloon animal?

And when the artist could be arsed to draw Meowth's Charm properly?

Remember when the voices weren't nails down a blackboard?

When Meowth didn't sound like a wedge of coal grinding beneath an oil-deprived door?

When Jessie's dulcet tones had a wider range that just screechy, and weren't reminiscent of a cacophonous banshee clawing her way from a bog, using her own mug as a shovel?

When James speaking didn't suggest he was at best, suffering sinus difficulties, and at worst, constantly battling to swallow his own sick from looking at her?

Mind you, I'm grateful the 4Kids cast are no longer here. They deserve better, and their presence would only validate the crude bastardisations.

Every time the guttural howls reach my poor ears a chill runs through my system, and reminds me of The Pokémon Company sacking the real dub crew in preference for a job done on the cheap.

Remember speed lines? And Pokéball-throwing animation?

Remember a new motto performance in each installment, not the same stock footage reused again and again?

Remember when it rhymed?

It shows.

Remember remembering it?

Remember when Team Rocket would walk down the street in their uniforms and no one took a blind bit of notice despite the organisation operating there?

And they didn't fanny about in one scabby polyester costume every minute they were travelling, even when NO ONE KNOWS WHO THEY ARE?

Since Unova, whilst confronting Ash and this era's soon-to-be-forgotten companions, you get this exchange:

Moron-Of-The-Week: "Who are Team Rocket?"

Ash: "They're bad guys who steal other people's Pokémon."

EVERY SINGLE BLOODY TIME!!!

WORD-FOR-WORD IDENTICAL!!!

The writers have such deep appreciation for their work they're sending in cut-and-paste scripts.

Remember blasting off when something blew up, not an explosion from nowhere, or giving it the slip with a jet pack, or abduction by a Care Bear?

Remember when the eyebrows matched the hair?

Remember when he wore it long?

Remember blue shock? And sweat drop? And hammerspace? And comedy violence?

Remember her jagged hairline? And it being RED!!!

Remember proper highlights to it, rather than the odd white lump now and again, as if sweating like a pig, or their heads are infested with giant space ticks?

Remember when they were in all the episodes? And were main characters? And on the introduction sequence?

Remember when Jessie and James used to hug? And hold hands?

And bicker as only a couple can, but you knew they'd never cope alone?

Remember when they'd fly into each other's arms under the flimsiest pretext?

Remember when they meant more to one another than just being a pair of unconnected and disembodied wraiths coincidentally walking down the same road?

And they had more than civil interactions?

Remember when she loved him as much as he loved her?

And no one else could ever take his place?

And canon wasn't infected with the ruinous depiction of her as a hard, heartless bitch barely tolerating him until someone 'better' came along, at which point she'd fuck off without a backwards glance?

'Better', as in a scabby, satchel-mouthed, gormless cretin, just to add surly insult to merciless injury.

Never has such a life-long and hardcore defender of the faith flipped into an ardent Rumishipper as I did after that episode, once I'd swept up the fragments of my soul.

Remember when they were sympathetic?

Remember when they showed human warmth?

Remember when they cared about each other?

Remember when they weren't just a jangling, distorted mess of half-recollected traits?

Remember when they weren't really evil?

Remember Rocketshipping? That was a thing once, believe it or not.

Remember when they had a conscience?

Remember when actually wicked characters turned up, and Team Rocket ALWAYS sided with Ash, rather than the nauseating spectacle of suddenly being best buds with the Boss?

Remember when they had contact with the Twerps?

Remember when Team Rocket and the Twerps loved each other in secret and would endanger themselves to save their 'enemies'?

Everything that was once good and winning about them was sucked out, degree by degree, to leave the corpse, hollow and dead, strung up on wires as a grim marionette.

I'm sure most who see this will vehemently disagree, that I'm completely wrong, that THEY like them.

Yes, you like this three, but you don't like Team Rocket. This is not them. You have yours, and I have mine, but let's not pretend they are the same.

Why, if there is no difference, would I be so hostile, when they meant so much too me?

Did you ever wonder where the original fans went, why they all departed en masse? It's not because they 'moved on' or 'matured'.

They didn't leave Pokémon. Pokémon left them.

As the makers rely so heavily on repetition (sorry, nostalgia) they arrogantly expect us to still be here, having blithely welcomed our memories minced and our canon ripped up or ripped off, apparently.

We're intended to put up with watching them lay waste to ťhe series's body, clinging on for when a rotting bone is pulled up now and again and waved at us, before they chuck it aside to continue the dismemberment.

It's been eaten from the inside out, explaining the facial collapse. Behold the beauty on show:

You see what I mean, don't you?

Don't you? No, because otherwise you'd say the same.

How anyone feels able to describe three deformed freaks as 'hot' or 'cute' I will never comprehend.

The uniform collar protrudes like a solid pipe, emphasising the pencil necks.

It gives the impression of wrinkled, leathery tortoises peering out of their shells to secure a tasty lettuce treat.

Is that pretty? No.

Is it so surprising I don't care for my favourites to resemble melted waxwork skeletons of their own dæmonic counterparts?

S&M is a most fitting name, for this is torture.

In the film Death Becomes Her, Meryl Streep and Goldie Hawn vie for the attention of Bruce Willis, both taking a serum giving everlasting youth and slimness.

The catch is it confers immortality, but not invulnerability, so when pushed down the stairs Meryl survives but is dead, her neck broken, thus she's zipped up in the morgue fridge.

When Goldie is shot with a canon she too rises, internal organs blown out.

The rest of the adventure involves the pair losing the war against time, patching up and painting over peeling grey skin, holding onto loose limbs as their bodies fall apart.

This obviously is the case here. The trio lapped the potion up at the close of Sinnoh, experienced a fatal accident and are now steadily crumbling to mush before us.

According to grave-diggers the head always goes first, so there you are then.

I have a suspicion that Giovanni lured all three to his crypt, experimenting on them to engineer his ultimate super soldier, which explains their flat, plastic appearance. Those since Unova began are the cyborgs, the real ones locked in his cellar.

You may notice I have about the lowest opinion possible of the current writing team, as they deserve.

Why should I have any respect for vindictive halfwits like this, who hate Team Rocket so much they're going out of their way to distort and uglify them, expressing the resentment in celluloid?

Jessie, James and Meowth lost their only defender in Takeshi Shudo. From that point they descended from loveable, hapless tragic figures to self-parodies (Hoenn) whiney, irritating divs dumping one another at every interval (Sinnoh), robotic, amoral scum (Unova and Kalos) and now physically repulsive minor additions (Alola and Galar). Is that trajectory all accidental?

It not that it's a new 'style' (for want of a better word), as were that the case, this hideousness would apply to the entire cast, but it's only done to Team Rocket. How could that be unless motivated by malice?

Given the sub thesps are obliged to prostrate themselves in the dust, begging fans to make their appreciation known, it smacks of desperation.

They wouldn't need to ask that were the trio treated as an integral component. They must sense the objections and are thus drumming up support to avoid the dole queue.

Are those in charge so resentful of their presence it manifests in mutilating them, keen to do anything that may alienate the fanbase, so at the first sign of a dip in popularity they can leap upon it as the perfect excuse to write Team Rocket out?

Why be surprised? These are imbeciles who reject their own canon at the close of every generation, so why care about someone else's?

If people have to harangue the writers with grovelling praise of their retcons, rehashes and all-round twatting about, butter 'em up sufficiently, with the implied threat of deserting the franchise should Team Rocket be ejected, taking their purses too, all so the smug, avaricious berks deign to put the trio in the next generation, that proves they don't want them, so how can what they write for their characters be objectively of any worth?

Team Rocket would've departed by now, were there not a palpable worry their absence might ring the death knell of the whole thing, turning off the financial tap, which is what matters.

Therefore they are retained, grudgingly, and only so long as the clamour continues at its current decibel level. If that drops it's over, and don't expect a romantic resolution. Why should pleasing you be a concern when you're to leave with them?

Ask yourself: how much of your devotion is based on what they are right now, and how much is from who they used to be?

How long can they live off past glories?

The offences done in Unova and Kalos were bad enough, but remarkably Game Freak found further depths to plumb, therefore it can only get worse.

I have of course retained the loveliest for last:

Be still, my beating heart.

No, really, be still. Stop infact. 

Planet of the Apes.

[wack-ashimself]

Random thoughts on a Saturday- from a friend:

Why do we always call people a real ass hole? Are there vast numbers of "fake ass holes" out there, making it necessary for the distinction to be made?

"That guy's a fake ass hole," said no one I've ever heard.

Always been fascinated by the Indigenous People of Australia and their culture. They are the oldest uninterrupted culture in the world with estimates ranging, from various schools of scientific inquiry, from 58,000 years old to over 72,000 years old.

At the heart of their creation mythologies is what is known as The Dreamtime. This refers to the time when deities created the world (reality as we know it) by dreaming it into existence.

Part of this mythology holds that what we dream is absolutely as real as any experience we have while awake. The dream reality just exists in a sort of different place.

Or to be more precise, this alternate reality exists in a place outside of time and space. Dreamtime is also known as "Everywhen." In Everywhen there's no past, present or future.

Everything is happening simultaneously.

This aligns perfectly with some modern day theories.

Also very interesting is that linguists believe the common language spoken by the Indigenous People appeared roughly 4,000 years ago. This date applies to the People who lived in the northern region and the southern region. DNA analysis which measured genetic diversity of the Indigenous People indicates that these two groups have been isolated from each other by at least 10,000 years.

They had to have had an older language, or many older languages.

So, something very odd and unexplained happened on the continent roughly 4,000 years ago.

Why is it we keep electing people to high offices who have proven they can rise to the top in a thoroughly corrupt electoral/political/economic system, and then act surprised or outraged when they prove to be corrupt?

We gotta stop kissing frogs, 'cause ain't one of 'em a prince.

What if all the paleolithic "Venuses" they keep finding had nothing to do with archaic belief systems but were really just plain old pornography?

On the other hand, in some flung future when archeologists (human or not) start finding all the pennies floating around and chalk it up to religious belief, they'll be absolutely right.

People who say the grass is always greener on the other side have obviously never looked under the grass. It's all white roots and dirt.

[forgetthetimetravel]

I appreciate this, and also want to point out why this is a thing!

It's not just girls/women, it's everyone. Humans need x time to process and sit with an event and the associated emotions. Its dofferent for every peeson and situation. To fast forward past them stunts your empathy AND promises to give you problems of Emotions that you supposedly have already dealt with but surprise! Your emotions are also bodily reactions and your body/brain ain't done yet!

Why is there a pronounced difference between most men and women in this?

I have no SOURCED idea and I don't have the energy or time to look up the research. BUT, I would bet money that the difference is culturally ingrained. When growing up in modern society, boys are more often told to suck it up and move on, whether or not they're ready to. This kind of becomes a cultural expectation and internalized as well.

Now maybe guys are also more internally likely to deal with the event internally faster than gals, but also then you get into the question of a) how long has the party been SITTING in this emotion without actually acknowledging it? B) what other stressors are taking their attention and emotions? C) how does the party feel connected in conversation; is it words? As in are they trying to have what they deem a meaningful conversation and feel dismissed when they can't talk about the topic of choice atm? D) etc.

There's a LOT that goes into it, but at the end of the day, it's giving people the space to get through their emotions on their own pace. Even if solutions are helpful, they don't magically evaporate the emotions (usually).

I say this as a female who would LOVE to just fix it and move on. But I FELT IT, still do, when I talk about a Thing that affected me, and the listening party just gives a solution and moves on and expects me to do the same. Sometimes, that listening party is myself.

I would be HELLA anxious and frustrated by something small, for one reason or another, and then talk myself down and be like it's not a huge deal, here are fixes, here's what can be some right now, and it WILL work out and here's the evidence.

But the Emotions would _still be there_. This may be an exaggerated case compared to normative ppl but it's also very prevalent in nd ppl, where it will take longer for your body to work through the emotions than it will to deal with the actual issue. Just because the company I called was either too busy to answer or did answer and made the call 1000% easier than expected, doesn't mean I didn't get short of breath or that I'm perfectly fine afterwards. (also the opposite can be prevalent, when ppl fix the outside thing and move on without issue because they didn't form an Emotional component to any of it)

Variations thereof also exist of course, like 'I'm fine' bottling it up and honestly not feeling the emotions until a Time later, but then they do come up and you are left with the open question of 'WHERE THE HELL sis this come from??' That stuff earlier that you thought you were chill with but actually weren't. Etc, etc.

This is just your friendly reminder that complaining is sometimes a bid for interpersonal connection, and a way for a person to acknowledge and work through their emotions! Maybe ask if they want a solution before you just hand them out like candy, even if they are helpful.

:)

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