#one day but not today

[per-the-jellicle-magician]

Put on some Warsaw to cheer myself up (it worked) and then remembered I had more audio of it so put the 2006 one on to check smth

And damn, while it has some good moments I instantly remembered why I don't like it

[races-stupid-cigar]

On my hands and knees begging the playbill shop why it costs 16.50 to ship a teddy bear from New Jersey to Washington.

[weirdcat1213]

dear mcr fans, worm was just being a twat and a troll, we can all go back to our caves

[anacatalog]

[knightinink]

5min Fizz mess sketch bc I have too much energy rn & cannot focus

[fractalcloning]

Sleeping awake.

There were three people who required sleep in Coppelius Station--four if she counted Spot II. Most of the androids had spaces they called their own, but almost none of them had anything resembling a bed. Arcana had helped her set up a room when she got there, and it was a perfectly acceptable, if unfamiliar, bedroom in the end. Spot II had even taken to sleeping on her pillows to make sure they were warm (probably).

The bed was fine, the blankets were fine, the room was removed enough that she could only hear the distant murmurs of all the other androids, but still she couldn't sleep. In fact, the longer she lie there just staring at the ceiling, the more wound up she felt.

Soji pet Spot II to occupy herself. At least, until the synthetic cat grew tired of her keeping it awake and meandered out of the room. At that point, alone and unable to sleep Soji resigned herself to exhaustion, dragged herself out from under the covers, and headed downstairs.

Her aimless wandering eventually carried her to the kitchen and she groggily debated the merits of a midnight snack. She wasn't particularly hungry or anything, but the replicator was right there. Peppermint ice cream wouldn't help her sleep, per se, but it couldn't hurt, so Soji blearily synthesized a bowl of it. She didn't bother turning on the lights once she had her snack, the replicator menu was bright enough to see by. Ice cream in hand, she maneuvered through the room and dropped herself down at the table.

She must have been more than half asleep because the moment she sat down, she drifted. As she sat there, idly prodding her ice cream, her eyelids were impossibly heavy. Blinking became something of an endurance trial. Despite her earlier insomnia, Soji struggled to keep her eyes open and started losing little bits of time in between blinks, with only her ice-cream as reference.

One moment it was all there, a nice little scoop of ice cream, the next there was a bite taken out and it was half melted. Her eyes drooped again as she had another spoonful. They were just closed for a second or two before a clap of thunder snapped her into the moment.

The boom startled her awake so sharply that she dropped her spoon. When she bent to pick it up, she was unexpectedly confronted with a pair of feet and startled again, knocking back into the table as she reeled away.

Had she always been this jumpy?

"Oh my god," Soji breathed and her eyes darted up. The sight of Data's face, even in the half-light of the replicator menu, put her instantly at ease. His pallor in the dim light made him look more than a little like a ghost, but his expression was all polite interest. Soji exhaled a sound like a laugh and leaned back in her seat, spoon forgotten.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you come in," Soji said, despite having the objectively best hearing of anyone in Coppelius. She hadn't heard him because she had been mostly asleep, ready to drop face-first into her melted ice cream.

@my-timing-is-digital

[c4p7ch4]

[semiweirdshipper]

This is how I feel when I write a new story and the first slasher I introduce is Herman, lol! Such a bad habit.

[bookwyrminspiration]

I can behave normally around books

[kensatou]

"we know how to move our bodies, but i didn't know how to manage my heart, so you need help for this"

hi we need to talk more about judo gold medallist christa deguchi.

[smilenetwork]

Om

[doesephs]

jonathan sims discovering he is a freak bedtime sketch

[sga-owns-my-soul]

reblog to give ur mutuals a soft lil kissy on the head

[z13lovebot]

Go fish

[geezmarty]

why so glum mr crowley have a cupperty

[elizabro]

please consider how you engage with aaron bushnell's death. you may react to it as you will, but it's crucial to remember that his death was specifically a call to action. it was not meant solely to shock but to draw attention to a vast moral hypocrisy: that to many, a soldier dying in a campaign backed by the U.S. government is noble, even if the soldier kills innocents to do so, even if the cause is morally bankrupt--but this? this is insanity. a man taking his own life, on his own terms, in an attempt to help others while hurting nobody else, is somehow less rational and more horrifying than the mass killing of civilians.

of course aaron's death was horrific. but as he said beforehand, it is realistically no more horrific than what's happening in gaza. if we can't stomach this, then why can we stomach children being bombed? thousands being starved? for all that self immolation is, it brings death in a matter of minutes. it is a fraction of the amount of pain, fear, and grief that people in gaza are experiencing. it's just that we are able to quantify it. and this tiny, quantifiable sliver of horror is still so unbelievably awful. how can anyone bear to think about anything else when this horror is happening a millionfold in palestine? this is the question aaron bushnell was asking. and he wanted you to face it, head-on, watching him burn to death.

I've been seeing people make fanart. minimalist graphics to sell on t-shirts. to commodify his death, to mythologize it not a day afterwards, is not only in poor taste but a hindrance to his message. the answer is not commodification, nor is it defeatism, nor is it rejoicing in his death. if you want to honor aaron's legacy, take action. channel your horror and your outrage into making a material change. this wasn't about him. this was about palestine. remember that it was always about palestine.