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Deck in Melbourne
Inspiration for a large transitional backyard outdoor kitchen deck remodel with a roof extension
#luxurious living#hamptons style#beach style design#custom facade#orbit homes#home builders melbourne
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Ben garip bir kul idim ve dünyanın rengine kandım. oysa ki her karışı bir yalanmış. içim ölürken anladım..
Echo of my inner voice..
#planet#earth#universe#stars#galaxy#astronomy#clouds#earth day#space#satellite#science#blue ocean#solar system#planets#orbit#sean doran#my photography#photography#yörüngede#cottagecore#artists on tumblr#flowers#RadarPlz#landscape#aesthetic#travel#popular#room#home#design
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#this is what ur cats are up to when theyre home alone#the last gif is about to put me into orbit btw#guy who cares so much but cant be caught showing affection >:(#*#*lino#*felix#*23#*rs#*bts#lee know#lee felix#yongbok#bystay#stray kids#skz#felixleenet
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(almost-)october sky and orbital — currently two of my favourite things
#booklr#reading#sky#skies#clouds#books#book blog#bookblr#books and reading#bookish#book aesthetic#aes#photography#orbital#warmth#home
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Also I’m in love with the way this story does worldbuilding. I love worldbuilding anyway, but TTO:U is a phenomenal example of how to just say things and let your reader pick up on them.
For example, I first latched onto “pre-Neocambrian” as a fun little word challenge, since I saw it was taking root words for New and Change and leaning on the way we categorize dinosaur eras. It was a fun little puzzle!
And then I felt even smarter for realizing the word I’d been skimming over as scifi-speak, “preneek,” was a shortening of the proper term Aspen uses, the pre-Neocambrian.
So then it becomes a character study: how Aspen, publisher of four successful novels and holder of at least one doctorate, uses clinical and accurate terms, vs Tal, genius in kes own way but definitely more prone to using slang, speak differently about the same thing.
I just… so much about this makes me go heart-eyes, and I haven’t even talked about how I had to verbally enthuse about floating forests and their genetically modified inhabitants to my poor partner.
#time to orbit: unknown#to be fair to me it wasn’t unprompted#he did ask like ‘So… you’ve been staring at your phone since you came home. what r u reading so intently?’
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Becoming deeply radicalized against the idea of crewed Mars missions, y'know how the Rovers keep sending back better and better data what if instead of that we made an even bigger one and devoted nearly 90% of its capacity to holding a guy in a bubble on top of it instead of sending back useful data, but wait! They'll eliminate like a half hour of latency and also almost certainly contaminate the landing site and possibly the entire planet, so it's not all downside.
#At least in the near term it's fucking pointless and the downsides are very large and very big#Quite frankly it is extraordinarily likely that the first people to arrive at mars will do so dead#Because they will have been sent by fucking idiots willing to take too large risks#But the good news is that the wreck will spread across and contaminate huge amounts of the martian biosphere#To the point that we will quite possibly never be able to discern the history of life on mars#But if they live at least they'll get to slightly reduce the latency on our telerobotic fleet!#And travel home with the samples I guess#Good thing Percy's tagging and bagging rocks that we just canceled the return trips for#At least once we fuck up the rest of the planet those will be sterile#Kinda still excited about Aritimis but also kinda becoming anti-human spaceflight in general#We should consider not doing that for a while and at most focus specifically on living on the moon in a controlled and limited fashion#Ground the whole fucking commercial fleet who gives a shit those capsules are both gonna get someone killed sooner rather than later#And it's not like we're learning a whole lot by having people on hand up there#They spend most of their time trying to keep the machines from falling apart#Which is the main thing people would be doing for three continuous years on the shortest possible mars mission#Like you could send a dozen rovers for the price of one crewed mission both mass and money-wise#And that's probably a lowball estimate even assuming more and more advances in rover technology#Which are happening a lot faster than the advances in life support technology#Right now we do not even have enough functioning space capsules at our low earth orbit space station#Starship HLS is a fucking joke#The whole thing reeks let's just stop sending people into space for a while what were we really getting out of it
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Voltron but the Castle automatically connects to its visitors minds. But like room wise.
First night in the castle, none of the paladins noticed anything spectacular about their rooms. They were exhausted and had no reason to go looking around. But gradually, they noticed changes. Lance and Keith were probably the most drastic of said changes.
On the paladin's second day aboard the castle of lions, Lance woke up... feeling like everything was a dream. And for a moment, he almost thought the past year had been a dream. His bed felt soft and plush, his entire body was quite literally melting into the mattress, and the blanket he was using (which he swore was paper thin last night) was now heavy and soft and resembled the quilt his abuela had given him only three years prior.
His walls were the same walls he fell asleep surrounded by the night before except, one of them was no longer a wall but it wasn't a window either. It was a video of the Varadero beach from back home. The waves, God he could hear them, almost smell them. (Think the hotel Katniss was staying in from the first hunger games. It's literally that window but it's a wall.) When he sat up from the bed and his feet hit the floor it was weird how it was no longer the cold metal it had been last night, but was now the same wooden flooring that was used on his own bedroom from back home. And for a small moment, lance wanted to cry. Because he knew this wasn't real, his rug wasn't here and that wasn't a window to the beach (even if it was the beach was a 37 minute drive from his house.) His bed wasn't an uncomfortable twin XL bunk bed and even though there was a desk and closet, none of his things were in either of them. It was a fucked up illusion and lance almost wanted to be mad.
Keith on the other hand, it took his room time and effort to change around him. It was as if the longer it took for him to connect with Red and the other paladins, the longer his room took to understand what he wanted and needed. The Galra genes were easy, the Castle detected it when he first walked in and got scanned. Changing the shape of his bed and the general atmosphere of the room was easy, it was genetics. But when it came to wants, the castle had to learn alongside everyone else what Keith wanted.
The first really major thing was the blankets and pillows that seemingly came out of nowhere. Sometimes pillows would even change overnight if the castle felt that his sleep patterns were irregular. The next thing that changed was the flooring that resembled Shiro's apartment. It was weird, a miniscule thing Keith didn't think would ever bring up emotions, but that stupid flooring from Adam and Shiro's apartment nearly brought Keith to his knees. But Keith's favorite addition to the room? The ceiling. Somehow the castle was able to detect day night cycles of Texas and perfectly replicate it. During the day he could see clouds and sometimes if it rained the floor would create these fake puddles, a hologram almost, and at night he could see the constellations. (The other Paladins secretly loved Keith's room. His bed was large and nest-like, taking up the majority of the room, and you could move the ceiling around to look and point out the different constellations)
#voltron headcanons#keith voltron#voltron#lance mcclain#vld lance#vld keith#vld#I feel like lance would look at his room and think thats its cheap illusion#but as he collects things it would start to turn into a place he actually loves#keiths room bring decked out to his own personal wants and needs makes the idea that he spends most of his time in his room more plausable#meanwhile pidge doesnt spend a lof of time in their room#they move a lot#if pidge could somehow get her tech to orbit around her like plants ehile she walked around she probably would#but at the same time I think her room would have some personal touches of home
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Hunter what the FUCK-
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#love this because it's the following reaction to the last ask#this is funny considering 72.7% of 44 people who interacted with the poll considered Hunter worthy of forgiveness. which is around 31 votes#tbf forgiving is one thing but moving on is very different#someone commented on the post saying they would forgive Hunter but would struggle to continue friends/acquaintances with him#and honestly? that's absolutely fair. but yeah you can guess Bee's reaction to the truth wasn't the best one#Hunter is used to her explosive reactions so he kinda expected her to lash out#but worse than that he was met with an utter and deadly silence. B2 never made it clear whether or not she forgave him#on one side all those years of hardwork and friendship sounded like a lie and she struggled to process the weight of it all#on the other side she wasn't the only person affected by his past actions and that infuriated her even more.#a whole civilization was nearly annihilated by Bee's kind - all because Gideon decided to send 'em off to war#the same civilization he's infiltrated under the disguise of a 'rebellious android'#the same civilization they spent years trying to rescue and save. the same civilization she considered family. the closest thing to home#------ now to a more inconsistent and unexplored side of this story...#There's a Certain Event that takes place after this and is very heartbreaking. however I'm not entirely sure if Hunter's told the truth-#-before or after the final conflicts of the story were over#i like to think he waited until the very end to talk to Bee. presuming it was safe enough to do so#It's likely Bee was so hurt and angry that she promised to go back to her Real Home (to her orbit as a comet) and never look back#and that's when- oh boy i talked too much in the tags again!#oh gee! so sorry for rambling#i'll stop here :]#the continuation to this can be found in an illustration i'm working on!! stay tuned!!!!#ok byeee#inbox#fusionsprunt
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could be something
rating: t ♥️ cw: softness, recovering from the upside down ♥️ tags: pre-relationship, post-s4, fluff, Eddie is having so many feelings, Eddie is not a strong man, but Eddie can be a brave man, Steve Harrington being a devoted caretaker to a T
for @steddielovemonth day seventeen: Love is when you look at his lips for half the conversation because you can’t stop thinking about kissing him. (@starryeyedjanai)
this definitely takes place chronologically after this one so: have the next little step toward these codependent knuckleheads figuring their big feelings out ♥️
When he put his mind to thinking on it—as in, thinking with thoughts versus general technicolor swollen-heart sighing of his whole fucking self, body and soul and just, all of it, the whole of him, when it comes to this: but when Eddie did focus on the thinking part, he thought maybe Steve was, like, a fixture. Like something that defined the home-feeling he has in this room that should be fucking sterile, no matter how long he’s populated it so far: it’s a fucking hospital. It shouldn’t feel…comfortable. Like: no part of this should feel anything but abrasive, and offensive to his sensibilities to the point of wanting; needing to get out at soon as humanly possible.
Which he does: he wants to get out bad. But, like, getting out will be good, for the obvious reasons, but also because Steve will still be there—which is why Eddie first thought Steve was like, a point of association. Eddie had his surviving guitar, some of his cassettes, a tape deck, his Monster Manual, the Corroded Coffin banner that’d somehow survived and was somehow allowed in a hospital room, photos of the band, of the sheepies who weren’t really sheepies were they, they were brothers-in-arms, then some of his new comrades, Wheeler Senior and Robs, and a drawing that’s recognizably from the campaign before Vecna’s Curse, for obvious reasons, but it’s from the mini Byers who Eddie barely knew, and who certainly wasn’t there for the campaign he’s illustrated, but the art was fucking sick, and there’s his mug from the trailer, the Garfield one, not the newer one but the one that’s missing at ear, and there’s—
Steve.
All of this together, he figures, makes it soft, and safe, and gentle around him at all hours of the night when nightmares try to grab him, or when the poking and the prodding got too much before it finally died down, once they were convinced he was going to survive and also not end up a weird otherworldly hybrid monster (which was why he wanted his Manual in the first place, so he could helpfullypoint out suggestions as to what these goddamn feds-in-white-coats must think was lurking beneath Eddie’s skin ready to fucking strike): and Steve’s always there to hides his laughter behind a cough in the corner when Eddie suggests maybe they think he’s sprout horns, or did they want to check for fangs again, he can open wide—just like he’s always there to grab Eddie’s hand and ground him, talk him down into reality again after the worst of the nightmares.
His hand, like that, is what…starts Eddie thinking a little harder about, y’know. Things.
The soft squishy stuff he’s been hiding from with all the excuses in the world that really…really can’t hold the tides back anymore, because this thing, this soft-squishy-warm-immense thing, is bigger than anything Eddie’s ever felt. Not lust, not hope, not pie-in-the-sky wishing, not even pain.
And Eddie’s recently become very fucking familiar with that last one. So that’s saying something.
But Steve’s hand is always ready for Eddie to grab, ready to hold and be held, ready to be an anchor or a touch to soothe and Eddie…
Eddie’s not fucking stupid, right, okay: Steve’s hand in Eddie’s hand makes him think about Steve’s hand in his hand, specifically: the one time Steve’s hand lifted Eddie’s hand to his mouth, to his lips.
Like: intentionally.
It’s when they decide to move him into a step-down room, like a rehab-focused ward or something—and that’s good, that’s like, reallygood, and Eddie’s just that step closer to getting the fuck out of this place, and so they’re taking down all the stuff to move with him, right, and Eddie expects it when he feels a little empty, a little stir-crazy, a little paranoid and startling easy sounds that should even be weird, should be commonplace now, but he tenses, sometimes he jumps, and sure his nerves feel all…pins-and-needly, of course, because the fixtures of home have been stripped away and the room’s just white walls and machines he’s not currently hooked to, and and IV pole-thingy he doesn’t even use anymore, and one single fake flower in a little green-glass vase with real water for no fucking reason and—
“Ready to blow this popsicle stand?”
And it’s in those sterile white walls with the fake flower in the water, with none of the touchings of home that Eddie looks up, meets those smiling eyes and realizes like a slap to his fucking face: Steve’s not a goddamn fixture, an associative suggestion of home.
Steve…Steve is the sun he orbits; Steve’s the gravity that holds him down. Steve’s not just home, he’s the only way Eddie gets to know home; if Eddie’s a planet, he gets to move in space because of his star; get to live and breathe for the light and the warmth that star gifts him, and, and—
Fucking hell.
Eddie nods, and that’s a fucking feat, and he lets Steve pull him to his feet even if he’d have been able to himself, five minutes ago, before his concept of existence at its core got turned fucking sideways and shit.
So Eddie moves rooms. And all his shit is set up exactly like it had been in the first room, and Eddie suspects Steve had a big fucking part in making that happen, because Steve? Steve is, is, he’s…
He’s Steve.
And Eddie’s world kinda starts to…narrow. Not like it did when everything was going dark and he thought it was the end, but it feels almost as desperate, arguably just as dire, just, like, really fucking different.
But Eddie stares: first at Steve’s hands; first where they lie together, where they tangle sometimes, where Steve traces along the lines of his knuckles, the blue of his veins. Then it’s Steve’s hands always: in his lap, shoving Robin playfully, ruffling Henderson’s hair, pouring water Eddie doesn’t need poured for him but hell if Steve will listen on the point, running through his own hair, fisting in it when he’s at loose ends, when it’s Eddie who reaches out wordless—not least because he doesn’t have the words for this at all—and fucking feelshimself brighten, feels something in him blossom new and fresh and joyous when Steve grips his hand back and sits: plays with his fingers, spins the rings he’s allowed to have now, knows where they go back when he meticulously removes them all and slides them into place again and if that shit doesn’t fry the wires in Eddie brain, if that motion and that feeling, with Steve’s fucking hands doesn’t send Eddie’s heart into goddamn convulsions, he’s—
That’s the state of things. When Eddie’s fixated on their hands.
But then…then it gets worse. Because Eddie remember the whole of it, the why for his being obsessed with those hands, and his focus shifts accordingly: because what did Steve do, what did he press sweet and soft and magnetic and like a fucking inferno against Eddie’s goddamn skin?
So, yes: of course it’s those goddamn lips.
Steve chews them when he’s thinking; not hard, and more like…like sucking and ain’t that a bitch for Eddie’s frayed-to-hell nerves. And he licks them almost for no reason, and Eddie so fucking lucky he’s not on that EKG anymore because holy hell, that’d be a problem.
And when he does those things, and then he talks, the motions are…they’re all wet and shiny and a little swollen and Steve kissed his hand, didn’t he, he definitely did, at the very least he brushed his lips there, twice, and didn’t make any motion to move away or cut it short and, and, he—
“Eds?”
Eddie blinks; he was looking at Steve already—has been, of course he fucking has been, because if Steve is here sure as shit Eddie wants to look, what else could be more important, more entrancing, more exquisite, more—
Eddie blinks. Steve’s watching him with the kind of expectation that almost always means words were spoken that…required some kind of answer. A response of some sort.
Eddie has no idea what the words Steve happened to have been saying…were, exactly. He knows they sounded beautiful, musical, because Steve’s voice is those things; he knows the lips they came out of are memorizing as fuck and—
“What’s wrong, Eds?”
And leave it to Saint Steve, to jump to worry, jump to helping, to scoot his chair closer and then give up, to just perch next to Eddie on his bed and grab his hands and—
Eddie’s not a strong man, y’gotta understand that.
“Can I?” Eddie blurts, no thoughts, no plans, just this… this need in him.
“Yes.”
Eddie blinks.
“You don’t even know what it is,” he protests against his own goddamn interests because Steve’s so…so casual. So sure and suave and just, just…
“I’d let you do just about anything,” Steve shrugs, and if the tops of his cheeks pink-up a little? Well, again:
Eddie. Is. Not. A. Strong. Man.
“Steve,” Eddie exhales in a huff, and then he chokes out something like a laugh; “Stevie,” and that’s a whine, nothing else for it, it’s a pleading sound, the kind you make as the hammer fucking falls; “you cannot just say that shit, man—“
“I’m not allowed to say shit I mean?” Steve tilts his head, and his lips quirk that tiny bit and he’s maddening, he’s stunning, he is—
“Steve,” Eddie almost wheezes his name, he’s so fucking breathless, his heart’s such a fucking riot in his chest—it is wholly humiliating and he can’t even care because Steve’s hand is still in his hand and Steve’s here and he’s—
“What do you want, Eddie?”
And now it’s Eddie’s turn to lick his lips, to chew the bottom one and suck on the top between his teeth because…
“You,” he starts, and that’s good, that’s a beginning, you gotta start at the beginning; “you,” repetition, so Steve, like, knows who Eddie is talking to among the no-other-people in the room; “on my hand,” and he moves his thumb along Steve’s hand in the spaces he remembers, will never fucking forget so long as he lives: the places on his hand that Steve graced with his lips and Eddie can be brave, he might not be strong but he can be brave, maybe, or else try–
“Did you—“
And they both turn, because the sound of footsteps is distant but approaching; the squeak of tennis shoes, it’s almost definitely one of the kids and Steve wilts the slightest bit, imperceptible really but Eddie’s watching, so Eddie fucking sees, and Eddie…
Eddie can’t have that.
So he pulls Steve’s hand to his mouth and he kisses at the heel of his palm, kisses at his wrist where the pulse is furious just lip Eddie’s, the most glorious gift of a touch that Eddie of all people gets to fit his lips around and not just feel, no: he gets to taste, and he has to pull back and let go fast, the footsteps are so close but Steve’s pupils are so big and, yes, yeah, okay: okay.
This could be something.
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#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#fluff#pining#pre-relationship#softness#as in: I might have gone harder than even I normally go on the softness here#post-S4#recovering eddie musnon#steve feels like HOME to eddie#but more than that: steve feels like the STAR EDDIE ORBITS AROUND#they HOLD HANDS#like they hold hands a LOT#there is MORE HAND KISSING this time#they are SO SOFT#steddielovemonth#love is when you look at his lips for half the conversation because you can’t stop thinking about kissing him#stranger things
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"We caught a transmission from Comet's home planet. Something about...'Ahoy'?"
Anyways, meet Comet's younger sister! <3 Thank you to all CC creators <3 You guys rock
#firesims#simblr#sims 4#sims 4 cas#sim: orbit#but that will only be her name if she falls to Earth#her current name is from her home planet language#which humans currently do not know
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Man. Coming back to a podcast I haven’t listened to in a while is like coming home after a long exhausting day of adulting. Especially when that show has ended or is on hiatus.
#it really is like coming home after a shite day and wrapping yourself in a soft blanket with a cup of cocoa#I can’t tell you all the feelings of listening to a show when it was in its first season and listening to it again YEARS later#wtnv for example - cannot express how comfy that is#because look at you! look at everything that’s changed! but then you listen to that first season that first episode#and you feel immensely old and as young as you were when you first started listening#(that or the 2010s just feel alot farther away than they actually are)#wtnv#wolf 359#wooden overcoats#the amelia project#(what prompted this post <3)#victoriocity#the orbiting human circus#our fair city#(OOF I miss you ofc!)#hector vs the future#hadron gospel hour#archive 81#ars paradoxica#!!!#the thrilling adventure hour#!!#the penumbra podcast#WOW. like I remember when these shows were NEW and it’s was like 5 people on discord#I’ve been here a long time#oof#I MISS DISCORD!#(that’s still there but I don’t have any people to talk to anymore!)
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i've tried for literally maybe a decade to get into coheed. and every time i fail. sorry guys.
#as you can imagine i was recced them so. so. much as a teenager. like pre-mcr for me.#but the technicality just doesnt work for me. the overarching story. slides over me like water.#also welcome home is kinda a crazy hit. like if we'd like to talk about misogyny in rock music. if we're honest that soured#much of my interest considering much of their music seems to orbit around turbulent love/hearbreak#and yes. a lot of emo has this baggage obviously but the detached nature of the narrative is worse to me.#my posts
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Things I have watched on Netflix whilst (really) ill and my rating of them:
Dungeon Meshi: 100/10 - I started watching before I was ill, its worth buying a Netflix subscription for this, its great, SungWon Cho is in it, go watch it.
Words Bubble up Like Soda Pop: 9/10 - A feel good, sweet film about young love in a very bright summer mood
Drifting Home: 10/10 - Adorable kids go on a harrowing adventure Ghibli style, beautiful animation, sweet story telling. The children do act like emotionally immature children but you’d expect that. I watched it twice.
Children of the Whales: 7/10 - Fun, clearly misses bits of the manga. Some characters have a fun telekinetic glowy power called 'thymia'. One of the characters really feels like the writer’s OC, which is fine, but occasionally off-putting . World building was super fun, and I really liked the character Suou.
The Orbital Children: 1/10 - I'm giving it 1 just for the fun first episode. it seemed like it would start with good world building and had cute enough animation. Don’t watch it, I sunk 6 episodes of time into it with increasing frustration. It is a complete waste of your time post the third episode. It had ant man level writing where quantum was replaced with AI, and it just got worse. I was ill enough that the quality didn't matter that much.
The Garden of Words: 5/10 - just for the animation, which was beautiful - it was a story about a 15 year old boy developing a crush on a depressed English teacher, and they become friends, he doesn’t know she’s a teacher. It leaves you constantly wondering if the studio is about to condone something illegal until the last five minutes. Its ending is unsatisfactory but also inoffensive.
Flavours of Youth: 4/10 - It's sweet, I didn't personally enjoy it that much. There was far too much narration and it felt a bit disjointed for my tastes.
Several hours Sir David Attenborough narrated animal documentaries, 10/10 - I like watching fish, and also many other animals - this was not on Netflix
I also watched a Scoobie Do Jeprody spin off thing called Scooby Do Guess Who? or something and that was strange - can't remember where this one was.
I have been so ill.
#binge watching#Netflix and chill#except it was#Netflix and ill#flavours of youth#the garden of words#the orbital children#children of the whales#words bubble up like soda pop#drifting home#David attenborough documentories
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john and his niece going for a walk, arm-in-arm, so gemma can confide in him about her ghost problem without worrying her mum......i'm severely unwell about them.
#( ooc. ) OUT OF CIGS.#unfortunately mike carey kinda popped off about the two of them growing apart + gemma trying to follow his footsteps alone#gemma had so much to deal with at home and john provided a picture of stability and self-government that he simply does not really possess#and therefore by extension? so did the world of the occult#her descent into resentment + rebellion + risky behavior was fully in character for a troubled teen in an unhappy home#and it SUCKS bc the breakdown of their relationship was all due to john wanting SO BADLY to be a good influence on her + be there for her#and succeeding in the most monkey paw of ways#gemma never ONCE saw the cracks in the mask until she got close enough to his orbit to see him fail her in the WORST way#and that is a FUCKING tragedy#and we do NOT speak of the bullshit peter milligan pulled in his run because FUCK. THAT. NOISE.#in my canon they tentatively reconciled after the empathy virus. gemma's making her way through university#(see: studying part-time and still pursuing the occult on the side. but doing so Much more cautiously)#(no longer trying to be a Constantine TM but just trying to help out friends here and there)#and they meet once a year on december 2nd to honor cheryl's memory and catch up#( gemma masters. ) THAT'S MY NIECE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!#( visage. ) AND I'M A BASTARD.#sched.
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introducing new characters:
having been in the forge so long I forgot all the codes for the gender determinant characters:
#i am once again free of the forge#but i have completely forgotten what the codes are for d and jj lmao#temp place holder ones until i get home and can check#rambling#next time i say i want to do more than 3 ROs someone snipe me from orbit
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coping w the election outcome by disabling the bad kids <3
#ant.txt#i have given fabian septicaemia.....#i mean like. he got his eye slashed open and then just stuck an eyepatch over it and called it a day.#no way thats Not getting infected !#in his case it turns into orbital cellulitis which turns into septicaemia which results in various after effects#but like. after the kalvaxus fight my man is Not taking care of himself. neither is his mom....#so he holes himself up in his room when he starts feeling unwell and stays there till cathilda comes home and finds him nearly dead#yeah. hes having a Time
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